sa-hareth | arrival (mingle log)

[groundrules]

WHO: Everyone ever + the local Sa-hareth squad.
WHEN: Arc I: Sa-Hareth arrival.
WHERE: Sa-Hareth citadel, salt mine, the old jailhouse,
WHAT: Our intrepid heroes get commandeered into the frosty unknown.
WARNINGS: the glorious undead, background House of Dew mentions, at least one person's terrible sense of humour.

Comments

[binghua]

I'll be fine. I've been through worse.

[Taking what he's collected, Xingchen ties it all up in the extra blanket so he can more easily carry everything, but he pauses again to listen to the other man more. His ears catch the teeth chattering and, considering he isn't particularly helping Xingchen gather up supplies, he stands and pulls the blanket from his own shoulders, immediately regretting the loss. It seems some of his body heat has seeped into the fabric.]

It certainly doesn't seem like this place is suited for more temperate climes, does it? Here. May I...?

[Wrap the blanket around the other man's shoulders, that is. Xingchen hasn't met anyone else besides...Zichen...who strayed from another's touch, but after spending so much time with him before, he's gotten into the habit of not assuming everyone else is like him and accepting of it.]

I'm still a little groggy. Tired. I don't quite feel like myself. It worries me, if I'm being honest.

[topoiran]

... this won't do. Come, sit over here and we can both use it for a little while, then I'll be fine.

[ More or less.

But while he can recognize he needs the heat, the thought of just taking from someone who clearly needs it, too, doesn't work for him. He's always had too much to just take, after all. ]

[binghua]

[They can...both use it...

Well, that does make sense, though the blanket doesn't feel all that large to Xingchen. They'll have to get pretty friendly, but that's something Xingchen is willing to do. This man is cold! He is cold! It's all about survival.

He steps closer, settling in next to the other man and starts to drape the threadbare blanket over both of their forms.]

I don't know how much time we'll have. I'm sure we shouldn't linger too long.

[topoiran]

Probably not. Give me a few minutes, my clothes really are not fit for this cold...

You may lean against me a little so the blanket can wrap better around us?

[ In all honesty, Xunxian will shift most of the blanket around the other man and only bask in the body heat.

And he'll also keep his hands to himself. He can read desire, or the absence of it, rather well. He is not going to push the other's limits because he truly does not know what that may turn out like. ]

[binghua]

Your clothes?

[A hand sneaks out, seeking the other man and finding his chest and the smooth, fine fabric just covering it. Xingchen props himself up on his knees and tugs the blanket back over his companion.]

You must be freezing.

[Xingchen is rather cold, too, but he settles back and pulls his knees up, slipping his hands into the sleeves opposite.]

Get some rest while we can.

[topoiran]

[ Xunxian doesn't shy away from the touch, nor does he lean into it, though even the cool hand's touch is very warm against his skin through the fabric.

He takes a deep breath. ]

You are very kind. But, truly, warmth would be less wasted if we share the blanket and stay close enough for it to be shared between them. It need not be a choice between one or the other, when separate, both of us will be colder.

[ Back around both of them the blanket goes, though he doesn't try to urge the other man to change his position, rather settling next to him, shoulders and arms and thighs touching but not too much closer. ]

I would not like you to be hurt by the cold, either.