Author's Note: A very short and very late (or early) fic just to let you know that I'm still here XD I got swept up with Invisible!Vince's twitter. Ugh. Thanks to the Boosh security for your help! :')
The next chapter of "Invisible" will be up soon, along with a lot of thank you messages! X x
Disclaimer: I do not own the Boosh.
Warnings: None
It had taken him an hour to get home, what with the weather, half an hour longer than usual. He was tired from battling through last minute shopping crowds and the constant chill definitely hadn't helped either. He stepped into the shop and stamped the combination of ice and fresh snow from his boots.
"Ugh, where have you been, Little Man?" Howard came down from the flat and granted him a warm smile.
Vince beamed back and kicked his shoes off, jumping over to the ice to Howard in just his socks, "Warm me up, warm me up! It's a winter wasteland out there!"
Howard made a show of rolling his eyes and huffing, but wrapped his arm around the smaller man's shoulders, pulling him close to his side and momentarily releasing him again so he could remove his coat.
"C'mon, come and see what Naboo's done," Howard headed upstairs again with Vince nestled into the crook of his arm, "And just this once, yeah? After this don't touch me, okay?"
Upstairs, the living room was even warmer than the rest of the flat, Vince was pleasantly surprised to discover. The curtains were pulled against the snow outside, the tree lights were on, and a Peacock Dreams Christmas special was on the telly. But…
There was an orange glow reflecting on the ceiling and in Howard's eyes…
"Wow! Ah, that's genius!" Vince rushed over to where an orange orb of fire was hovering, but Bollo's hairy arm shot out and stopped him before he got too close.
"That was dangerous, weren't it?" Naboo frowned, looking away from the television. "D'you normally do that with fire, are you a moth?" Howard breathed in shock; his hand on Vince's other arm, tugging at his sleeve.
"But that's not ordinary fire, is it? It's a shaman fire!" Vince turned to Howard excitedly. His eyes looked very huge, and blue, and they sparkled in the firelight.
"…"
"S'alright anyway," Naboo deadpanned, "I put a protection spell on it for that very reason. D'you think I'd leave an unguarded fire in 'ere with you lot?"
Vince gingerly reached out, but his finger prodded into what felt like fairly warm glass- even though there was nothing there the flame was unable to be touched. "That, is amazin'," he pressed his hands flat against the imaginary glass and sighed contentedly, "Howard put y' hands here,"
Cautiously, squinting his eyes into tiny slits and eyeing the fire warily, Howard placed his hands opposite Vince's. Their fingertips touched and they smiled, but didn't really know why.
Naboo frowned at Bollo who was busy watching the television again, "Bollo, didn't I say to get the DJ stuff ready?"
"What stuff? Equipment or-"
"Equipment!"
"Oh."
The gorilla shuffled off and Naboo rolled his eyes and looked at Vince. Both he and Howard were looking down at their hands, wonderfully silent for once, the shaman noticed, "Vince, what's it like out? We've gotta DJ in a bit,"
"Ah it's a nightmare," Vince turned his eyes to the shaman, "People slidin' about, cars gettin' stuck… it's like a big ice rink."
Naboo made a face, wondering if they could get away with taking the carpet.
A few minutes later, Naboo and Bollo reluctantly left the flat and ventured into the icy outdoors, leaving Vince and Howard still stood in the same place, both of them wondering why such an awkward silence had descended.
Vince smiled, his fingertips touching Howard's, "Feels good, d'un it?"
"Yeah…" Howard replied, still looking down at his hands, "It does,"