Summary: Frankenstein woke up cold one morning.

Set earlier in the verse.


Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets

By Dark Ice Dragon

Snow


Frankenstein woke up cold one morning. He curled up under the blanket, shivering. What...?

He and Muzaka never had a fire going when they slept. There was no need. Not when Muzaka radiated heat like a fire himself.

Then... Where was Muzaka? Frankenstein had gone to sleep by himself and the temperature had been fine then. He cracked an eye open, seeing snow piled up against the window, more snow falling so hard it made it hard to see into the distance.

The weather had changed so quickly? ...Muzaka had seemed more excited during the day - had he felt the signs?

Muzaka couldn't have gotten lost, even in a snow storm. Had he been attacked?

No, there wasn't anyone or anything that would be able to slow down or harm Muzaka for very long.

So where was he?

Frankenstein looked out the window again. The storm didn't look like it would abate any time soon, and it was impossible for Muzaka to be in any danger.

He still wanted to make sure.

Frankenstein swung himself out of bed, flinching when his feet touched the ground.

It didn't take him long to bundle himself up and he braced himself before he threw the door open. Wind howled in his face and he pulled his hood closer to his face, squinting against the snow.

All he could see was a haze of white.

Well. The more he hesitated, the colder he became. Frankenstein took a few steps, the snow reaching his shins already.

He stopped when his foot encountered something solid. Too soft to be a rock, and he was sure the area around the house was clear. Then...

There was a lump in front of him that looked different from the snow surrounding it. Piled higher as if it was on top of something...

He plunged his hand into the snow and came in contact with something instantly. Wet. He tightened his hold on it. It bunched under his fingers. Like cloth.

He swept his other hand across the snow to where the object started.

A dull red cloth. One he'd seen so many times before.

"Muzaka!"

How had-? What had-?

He dug further but stopped when he saw a slight movement. Breathing?

He pressed down, feeling the soft raise of an inhale. Strong. Not laboured or wheezing.

Frankenstein rocked Muzaka, as if trying to wake him.

Muzaka started, one end lifting up and revealing Muzaka's snow-covered head. "Huh, what's up?"

"You!" Frankenstein said, wanting to lean back in relief. Instead, he reached forward, cupping Muzaka's face. He hissed. Muzaka's skin was hot against his palms.

"Frankenstein, yer freezin'!" Muzaka said, wrapping a hand around Frankenstein's. They felt as if Muzaka wasn't affected by being encased in snow for who knows how long. Long enough for the snow to build up around him.

"Why aren't you?" The words were almost hard to get out, his jaw not wanting to move.

"Eh?" Muzaka blinked. "It's just snow."

Muzaka wasn't affected by extreme cold. Of course he wasn't. Muzaka hated it when they travelled to warmer climates, and perked up when the weather cooled down again.

"Anyway, let's get back inside, yeah?" Muzaka stood up with no stiffness, leading him back. Frankensein stumbled a couple of times, Muzaka catching him.

They finally made it in and once Muzaka closed the door, said, "What were you doin' outside anyway?"

"L-looking f-for you!" Frankenstein's fingers wouldn't obey him, wouldn't bend, and just how cold was it?

"...Oh."

Muzaka's hands drifted into view, undoing Frankenstein's clothes and helping him out of them.

Frankenstein sucked in a breath when Muzaka stepped close, wrapping his arms around him and hooking his chin over Frankenstein's shoulder. He was almost scalding.

"Didn't think you'd be this badly affected," Muzaka murmured.

"Hah. I'd...gotten rather used to you keeping me warm." Muzaka's heat was seeping into him, and Frankenstein felt his muscles relaxing again.

"I'll stay ins-"

"Don't," Frankenstein said, wrapping his arms around Muzaka with a sigh. He knew how Muzaka was affected by the weather - it wouldn't be fair to make him stay inside when Muzaka wanted to enjoy it. "Tell me if you're staying outside, and light a fire for me instead." All Frankenstein needed was a way to stay warm for a while. It didn't have to be Muzaka, though that was his preferred way.

"Heh, all right." Muzaka kissed his cheek and Frankenstein hummed as Muzaka continued to warm him up.