Characters: Lyfia, Capricorn Shura
Ships: Shura/Lyfia
Theme: Fluff
Prompt: None
Notes: A gift for a friend.


Shura hated snow. He hated the freezing trail it left when it slid past his scarf and trickled down his neck. He hated the sound it made, crunching under his boot as he trudged through the bleak and barren landscape during a storm. He hated returning from a trek outdoors, covered in white powder, tracking piles of snow inside with him. Yes, Shura hated the snow, and he hated the cold, but he couldn't bring himself to hate Asgard.

There was a warmth in Asgard that could not be found in the Sanctuary in Greece. The warmth of a smile. The warmth of a pair of bright blue eyes. The warmth of a delicate hand held in his own.

"You've got that dazed look on you face again." A light voice drew Shura out of his wandering thoughts. Lyfia was leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed comfortably in front of her. Her long blue hair, freed from its scarf, flowed over her shoulders and down her back.

"Just thinking," Shura replied, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth. He always loved the rare times she let her hair down.

Lyfia uncrossed her arms and stepped away from the doorway. "About?" She sounded amused as she walked across the thick carpet that covered the stone floor. She sat herself on the couch beside him, tucking her feet beneath her. Shura was certain some kind of divine magic must have been at work as the long strands of her hair settled around her neatly, not a hair out of place.

"The cold." Shura leaned his left elbow against the back of the couch. Resting his head on his fist, he regarded her sitting beside him with that same faint smile still on his face.

The amusement Shura had heard in Lyfia's voice bubbled out in a small giggle. "Sometimes I wonder why you decided to stay here in Asgard when you could have gone back to the Sanctuary with the others," Lyfia smiled up at him.

Shura lifted his head off his hand, and stretched out with his arm to pull Lyifa snug against his side. Running his hand lightly through her hair, Shura murmured, "Well, I know some ways to ward off the cold here in Asgard." Lyfia's giggles were muffled as she buried his face in his shoulder, pressing closer to him.

"You're not as charming as you think you are Shura." This time Shura joined in on Lyfia's laughter.

Oh yes, there were certain warmths that Shura could only find in the cold, snowy land of Asgard.