December 10th – Cold
The older she grew, the colder she felt.
She remembered, back in her youth, how she would parade in the streets in the middle of winter, with nothing more than a sharp-cut trench coat over her shoulders. Now she needed thick sweaters, scarves and socks, and still she was shivering. She felt foolish for having forgotten her gloves back at the apartment.
'I can barely see you underneath all that wool,' Kuvira joked as Lin caught up to her in the alley.
'Fine, make fun of me,' Lin grumbled under her breath. 'We'll see how you feel when you're my age.'
Rolling her eyes, Kuvira slowed her pace a little, before removing her white leather gloves.
'Give me your hand,' she asked without looking at Lin. 'I'm not going to chop it off, I promise,' she joked as the other woman eyed her suspiciously.
As the older woman eventually complied, she wrapped surprisingly warm fingers around Lin's chapped ones, before pressing her side flush against hers, so she could shove their entwined hands in Lin's coat pocket.
'There. Is that better?'
Lin gave her hand a meaningful squeeze, before silently pressing closer against her.