(I 👏 need 👏 to 👏 stop 👏 doing 👏 al- 👏 most 👏 ev- 👏 ery- 👏 thing 👏 about 👏 Chron 👏)

(Also- I just imported this from my main- and warning- it's old-

But oh well. Have a ship thing- and it's open to readers- who should be the girl here?)

The taller figure sat on the log, his purple cloak keeping him warm. His cloak blew around him, and he sighed contentedly while tending to the fire.

However, the girl on on the other side of the log was shivering with her arms tucked in- there was sudden snow on the trail and all she brought was a sweater.

She complained about the unpredictable weather patterns, and how she didn't bring anything thicker.

The other person ignored her, and looked down at the fire, commanding it to go higher, to make it warmer. It did nothing, however, and the fire stayed the same. Although he ignored her, his lips formed a frown of concern, and his eyes continuously darted back to her.

She didn't complain yet about the cold.

They sat there in silence, almost as if the other wasn't there.

He didn't realize it, but his hand that was on the log radiated with warm magic, warming up their seats.

The girl turned to him and asked if that was him.

He looked to her in confusion, when a rabbit appeared out of nowhere and hopped on his head.

He looked annoyed at the black and white rabbit that was starting to sleep on his head, when the girl laughed.

To him, her laugh was like the joy of seeing the next sunrise, or tiny bells jingling together sweetly in a chorus.

She tells him that he looks ridiculous with the rabbit and his scowl.

Normally, this would irritate him, but he smirks with her. He protests lightly.

Awkward silence again.

He starts humming a small tune about hope and promises as he feeds more sticks to the fire.

As he finishes, his companion smiles and tells him it was nice.

He's flustered that someone complimented him so he stutters out a thank you.

She asks him what he plans on doing after their camping trip.

He gives her a shrug and tells her that he'll cross that problem when it comes. She nods.

The snow continued to ship past their faces. The girl puts her hands on her face and gives out a squeal when she realizes it's cold.

He jumped, and turned to look at her again. He asks if she's sure she'll be alright, where she gives him a smile again and says she's fine.

She's not fine..

He looks inside their baggage to look for gloves- or a jacket. But there only was his old cloak, that was battered, and he kept with him.

She's shivering more. If she doesn't get warm, she'll get frostbite.

He gingerly picks the cloak up, and lets it billow in the cold wind. He then walks back over to her, who was not responding to him- too busy being cold.

Awkwardly, he steps behind her shivering form and gently drapes it around her, feeling his face heat up at contact. She takes it gratefully, then stares at it. She asks him why he'd give her his precious cloak. He just laughs and doesn't answer, probably stopping himself from saying the wrong things.

He then sits down on his side of the log, but he can't help but notice that she gripping the cloak tightly, still shivering. But he doesn't question it.

And he still finds himself observing her.

...

"C-Chron?"

"Mhm?"

"I-I'm cold..."

Wow she finally s-I can't believe I'm d- No, I'm fine with it.

I scoot next to her, and drape the cape of my own cloak over her, and I carefully wrap a black wing around her.

She huddles next to me, her head on my shoulder, her arms around me. I'm aware that I'm blushing, and I'm aware I wouldn't usually like this.

"W-when are we going back?"

I didn't demand a thank you or tease her.

"Soon. Soon.", I say.

The snow continued, but it wouldn't wipe the blush or the small smile.