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SakuMo's Owain/Odin Prompts
Prompt: Them also dealing with a lack of A/C
Me: Ohhh! Heatwave! I'm assuming by them this is a Corrwain prompt, on it! For context, my apartment hasn't had A/C for 4 weeks, and it's been a battle to get it fixed! (It's almost there, though! Ordering a part to fix it!)
Corrin panted open-mouthed, stripped down to shorts and a loose tanktop, flopped on the bed with limbs spread wide. The widows to their bedroom were open, but a scant breeze that barely disturbed the windchime dangling above the sill was the best the summer's day could offer. Sweat trickled down her temple, her entire scalp damp and itchy in the face of the sweltering heat. Every part of her felt sticky, and her positioning on the bed was to best prevent further sweating.
"I return with the hope of relief, my love!" Owain announced as he entered the room. He too was down to a sleeveless tunic and shorts, his brow misted with perspiration.
Corrin lolled her head to the side to face him. "Oh?" she said, arching an eyebrow. "What do you have? Please say it's ice related. Or a dagger to end my suffering."
Chuckling, Owain crossed to the windows. "Don't give up so easily, beloved. It's just a small heatwave."
"I hate it," Corrin whined, flopping her head back in frustration. It bolted up, however, at the sound of windows closing, and she looked across the room as Owain was crossing to the other, a look of shocked incredulity on her face. "Are you insane? It'll get stuffy in here if we close those!"
"Patience, my sweet," Owain said as he slid the second window closed. Turning, he flipped open a tome he had tucked under one arm.
"What are you up to?" she asked, slipping off the bed and pacing over to him as he turned pages in the book.
"Owain Dark has the solution to our torrid woes!" he said, beaming. Selecting a page, he readied a hand over the tome. "Prepare to be amazed!"
Corrin watched as he began casting a spell, muttering the words of an archaic tongue under his breath. His hand lit up with a mystical glow, and suddenly, there was a rush of air in the room. Her jaw fell slack as a gentle breeze swept around the room from every direction, cooling the air in an instant.
"There we go," Owain said matter-of-factly, shutting the book with one hand. "That ought to last a few hours. If I keep it cast regularly, we should be able to survive the blaze of summer."
Corrin paused, staring at him for a brief moment. Stepping forward, she grasped his cheeks and smashed her lips against his, holding the kiss for a long, deep moment. When she pulled back, she locked eyes with him. "I fucking love you so gods damn much, Owain."