A/N: Prompt from Doccy Larsson Seraphim. Thank you! This is probably not what you were expecting whatsoever, I'm sorry bae.
So here's a chapter! Also if anyone is interested, I have a Faithshipping collection started called 'Quintessential' if anyone's in the 5D's fandom and would like to read it.
This is so short, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a year. I'm soooo sorryyyyyyy.
25
Veil
It's freezing cold and Rio is pissed.
The heater in her and Ryōga's home broke. It is winter. It is very cold right now and Rio is becoming rather cranky.
Ryōga and IV have been tinkering with the system for the past hour - she tried to help, but her brother does tend to get irritated easily, so she figured it was best to stay out of the way, especially when he was in the same room as IV Arclight, an old family "frenemy".
So Rio is currently curled up on their couch, wrapped so tightly in the biggest, fuzziest blanket she owns that she can feel the static in her hair increasing. Her head is even under the soft cloth, and seeing as how it's six at night, it is quite dark under there. It's nice.
Someone abruptly sits down beside her, sighing loudly, and she recognizes that tone of voice. IV must of gotten tired of Ryōga's shit.
"Any progress?" Rio asks, muffled by the nest she's made for herself.
"No," IV rasps, and he sounds exhausted and annoyed. "Your brother is a dick."
"I'm aware."
IV laughs shortly, and there's a rustling sound. Like he's rubbing his arms. "Man, it's cold. Like. It's not even funny how cold it is in here. I keep telling Ryōga to just call someone, but does he listen? No!"
Rio stifles a giggle. "He's stubborn. As soon as we start getting frostbite, I'll call someone myself."
"Good idea."
She smiles even though he can't see it. She hears him shift again, and a hand grabs a fist-full of her blanket. "Let me in there, okay? It looks warm."
Rio makes a noise of retort. "It won't be warm once you let all of the heat out! Get your own."
But IV doesn't give up that easily. "Please? Rio, I'm dying out here. I'm literally wearing a tank top. Share your haven." He gives the comforter a tug and Rio can't stop her laugh.
"Fine. But only because you're practically a human thermos."
She can legitimately feel IV's grin as he moves, searching for the ends of the blanket. He lifts it slowly, like a veil, and the light of the outside world is gross and blinding. She wrinkles her nose at him, and IV beams before snuggling himself up against her and in the quilt, pulling it over their heads again. She rolls her eyes and leans on his shoulder.
Ryōga feels very left out when he finds them and demands to be a part of the blanket party. He's shivering and they can't bring themselves to say no.
~Finish~