ᴶᵉˢᵖᵉʳ ᶠᵃʰᵉʸ ᴵᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉˢ

ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ. ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴏᴜʙᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ.

a/n - this was made more (not totally, ofc) for a feminine reader because of the outfit photos etc. (this was before I started writing more gender neutral scenarios)

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You huffed as your breath came out as vapour in the cold air. As usual, Ketterdam had horrible weather and it was bone-chillingly cold, with fractals of snow littered together in little mounds that had been scraped to the side by street cleaners that very morning.

Ice covered the cobbles in a slick and slippery layer and after you had seen this, you had decided to be practical and take your boots that had gripping soles.

You had also dressed in a warm cloak and dress that had cost quite a bit of kruge to purchase. This was because the thicker and ultimately, cosier materials that gave more comfort had to be imported.

This also meant it was more elegant, of course, and this was a bonus for you as it fit better on your frame and objectively, looked phenomenal.

(this is your dress and cloak)

You were walking with Jesper through the winter stalls. They were, what some would say, the only marvelous thing about Ketterdam.

The time the winter stalls came was the one time per annum where Ketterdam seemed to have a community, one other than drunken men singing sea shanties in the streets and docks, nearly toppling to their deaths as they swayed on their feet unsteadily.

You passed a small gaggle of children with their parents standing off to the side and saw a single little one with no gloves.

You told Jesper you’d only be one moment and slunk over to crouch before the boy.

“Hey, sweetheart, where’s your mum?” You interrogated gently, with a lighter tone to your voice and he pointed over to his mother.

She was wearing rags, shook with the cold more every second and had clearly given her son the maximum amount of warm clothes she could. You felt terrible. Everyone had been through rough spots in the Crows, it was how you all instinctively sought each other out and stuck together.

So, you took off your gloves, pulling them off finger by finger and politely requested that he give him your hands.

As he did, you slid them carefully up his arms and they were a little baggy, since he was a child and you were a lot older. As you did so he giggled lightly,

“That tickles!”

You smiled warmly in response and said, “Now your hands will be all toasty, yeah?” You looked over to his mother to see her eyes glossing over with tears.

You only shook your head and then nodded slightly to say that she needn’t thank you. You walked away after receiving a bubbly thanks from the kid and returned to Jesper’s side.