Moment #4: Arctic
The temperature kept dropping; there was white as far as the eye could see...
And here I am, freezing my ass off as we wait out the snowstorm that's currently brewing around us so I can carry him to home - to his home, I mean. I glanced over at the feverish raven, whose breaths were more ragged than before sparking fear through every inch of me; I had wrapped my coat around him and laid several mats out to avoid the cold from seeping in underneath him. The school's storage shed was arguably the worst place to be stuck in while waiting out any extreme weather condition - no insulation, at all! Shivers ran through my body in an attempt to warm up but to no avail - I was fucking freezing!
We had only known one another for a short time but we became instant friends; Gray had passed out in class due to a high fever he had been trying to hide from everyone. Needless to say, he failed! We had headed out before the storm started, crossing the football field (since it would cut the travel time considerably) just as snow started falling by the gallons! Thinking the white beauty wouldn't last long, I figured waiting it out in the shed would work...
A heavy cough forced me to focus on my companion; Gray was getting worse and it didn't seem like my coat was really helping - "Don't hate me for this, Gray..." My words were soft as my arms removed my coat from his shoulders before putting it back on my own body then my arms encircled him, forcing his back to rest against my chest.
His head... for some reason...
I noted with an odd sense of contentment;
...fits really snugly right in the crook of my neck,
The last thing I remember was wondering why...
Why did I seem to like being this close to Gray?
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Csilla: My re-written version of 'Arctic";; I wanted to keep a sort-of storyline D: without it being an ACTUAL story! -lazy-
Hope you all enjoy~ I will be leaving up the original 100 themes I started because a lot of people seemed to really like them :D
though for the others I already wrote that have those OCs - THEY WILL BE GONE! I REGRET WRITING THEM IN! OH THE SHAME OF THEM! OF ME! -hides-