⑄ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 ⑄

| burning skin |

[ hello :3

quick PSA before the actual writing: I've moved to Pinterest for the most part, you can find me there at @/birb_14305, I post art and shitposts over there and I'm a lot more active! I post mostly Enstars content now.

I won't be very active on Wattpad anymore, but I will probably post short oneshots or collections of oneshots every once in a while, like this one! though, this was initially going to be multiple oneshots...I ran out of motivation lmao

you can also find me on Ao3, my user is Crowe_14305. I'm working on a fanfic, so look out for that I guess?

anyways, enjoy some more Deities of Ave writing! have a nice day or night, wherever you are~ ]

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"warmth, bittersweet"

in which a young Corrus looks to a young Barbatos for for warmth amidst a freezing winter night.

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"Ba~arbs..."

the sound of shuffling fabric against fabric breaks the otherwise still air of the pitch dark bedroom. red-gold eyes, glassy and irritated from rubbing, flick about the vague shapes nearby. they land on a small, familiar figure against the doorway.

"...? why're you still up?"

the black-haired girl takes a few quick steps towards the bed, walking nearly on the tips of her toes -- the wooden floor is freezing.

"it's too cold for me to sleep."

"what do you want me to do about it?" the cream-haired boy mumbles, sitting up. he discards the journal in his hand, letting it fall somewhere closer to the wall.

"you're fire, right?" the girl mumbles, her hands on the fluffy comforter, face squished against the edge of the mattress. she is met with a confused stare.

"...what?"

the girl hums a bit, and begins using the wooden bedframe to climb into the bigger bed. "you're warm, I mean. you've always been really warm. and it's really cold right now, so if I sleep next to you, it won't be cold anymore."

...well, at least she has decent deduction skills. for a child, at least.

"you don't like hugs, though, so I won't get too close..." the girl continues, shuffling under the blanket. it takes her a solid minute to get herself comfortable, before she stretches and squishes her face into the pillows. the boy watches her all the while, before sighing, laying back down.

"appreciated," he mutters, turning his back to the other.

the next morning, he wakes up with the dark-haired girl comfortably squished into his side. so much for not getting close.

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"...Ba~arbs..~"

"what."

the green-eyed woman chuckles, squishing her face against her hands. her nose and cheeks are flushed a darker reddish color, and her eyes are glassy; the office is cold, despite the red-haired's insistence that the temperature was turned up.

"do you remember the winters from when we were kids? my room didn't have any heating vents, so I'd always end up sleeping in your room."

the red-haired's hands pause over the computer keyboard, and his eyes soften a bit.

"oh. ...yes, I remember," he answers. "I'd often wake up with you, asleep, cuddling me -- despite promising that you wouldn't touch me."

the woman laughs at his lighthearted glare, folding her hands together in front of her mouth. "aha, I always felt so bad afterwards~"

"I know," the man hums, turning his attention back to his work. "why do you ask?"

the dark-haired rubs her hands together in an attempt to warm them up, though she only succeeds in making her skin tingle with that sort of odd hot-cold feeling. she smiles, faintly, and her eyes have grown a bit misty.

"just thinking. 's cold as hell in here...reminded me of some stuff."

a low groan from the red-haired man.

"I told you I turned the temperature up!"

"well, it doesn't feel like it!!"