PHOENIX. [sequel to 067]

15. snowy skies.

small note ! i was originally going to make the people of snezhnaya speak russian, since it's probably going to be inspired by russia :') but i don't want to use google translate, so they're speaking spanish  instead ! english translations will be by it, dw :3

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you hadn't thought the area you've supposedly been in for months (according to dottore,) is surrounded by this much snow. the coldness of the place caused you to shiver as strong, cold, winds smacked your face.

before you left the building with dottore, whose helping you to walk by allowing you to have your weight on him, he had offered you his coat but you declined it. you didn't think it would be this cold. yet, here you are, goosebumps all over your arms and shivering against the tall man you're walking with.

the soft fur of his coat is nice, however. it felt similar to the blanket you were under just a few moments ago. same color and all; it's probably the same fur.

   "my offer still stands, darling," dottore chuckles as you shiver against him.

   "i don't need it," you grumble under your breath as you walk.

the footprints in the snow look pretty and it's hard not to stare each time they're made. the soft crunch of the snow beneath your feet, what a peaceful sound. the same for how the wind sounds, if you ignored how cold the breeze is.

    "mhm," dottore mumbles before sliding his thick coat off of his shoulders and onto yours.

the thick fabric felt so relaxing on your skin and the fur felt even better. you could absolutely imagine yourself falling asleep in this coat when given the chance. though, dottore didn't seem to become cold after he took his, rather large honestly, coat off. it's as if the shirt and harness, around his chest, he has on, seemed to be good enough to keep him warm; he didn't shiver or anything, not even a single goosebump.

every so often, he'd adjust his mask because of the wind blowing on it. you've already seen what he looks like, of course, but just catching glimpses of his pretty eyes seemed to excite you. you could easily find yourself staring into them for a life time, however long that may be.

he's explained why he wears the mask in public to you earlier, and it surprised you a  bit that it wasn't due to insecurity. you had first thought that it was because of his scars, but in actuality, he simply wears the mask because he likes it. he thinks it goes well with his little outfit and in public scenes, like where he's taking you, it makes people respect him. something about how "the mask is clearly a fatui mask."

   "we're almost at the town, my darling," dottore hums as his hand brushes against yours. he'd do this every so often, brushing his cold fingers against yours. it didn't bother you, but you wished he'd just go for it. but you can't blame him, honestly, you haven't explicitly done anything to show him that you're okay with touches; beyond that of walking.