Rubbled Circumstances: Enemies to Lovers

Quiet Time

Samuil's POV...

I was sitting on my bed, arranging a few other lanterns to light up so that way Hyrur could see. I was taking my time lighting up each candle with precision as I laid beneath my sheets, all warm and cozy. It was so hauntingly quiet, I wasn't sure if the darkness had made Hyrur disappear. Albeit, I wouldn't complain, but being accompanied by someone prevents insanity. 

"Hyrur...?" I called out into the dark, as I lit up the last lantern.

"Still here, slimeball." he shouted back, his voice shaky and deep.

"Just checking. Where do you want me to put your lanterns?" I asked, as I stood up from my bed. With the 3 lanterns in hand, I stepped closer to Hyrur. He hissed at me, snatching the lanterns from my grip. So damn feisty, It's just lanterns...

"I'll put them up, just- just shut up already. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard." He grumbled, as he began placing the lanterns on some hanging chains to give himself light.

I nodded, heading back over to my bed. In the corner of my eyes, I noticed Hyrur using the 3rd candle to warm his hands, his Harpy wings obviously shivering as he chirped slightly. I didn't care too much, though. If he needed warmth that badly, he'd ask for a blanket or a sheet. I don't need to pity him.

I sat back down on my bed, fluffing out my pillows in silence. I looked back over at Hyrur, and he was curled up in a ball on the floor, shuddering as he hugged the lantern for warmth. It was a pathetic sight, and I almost felt bad for him...

well-

That's a lie, I did feel bad. But, he's my enemy, I couldn't just help him. Him and his kingdom are greedy, pathetic runts. I'm not going to help him from the goodness of my heart, if he needs assistance, he'll ask. He doesn't deserve unspoken kindness.

I huffed as I watched Hyrur shiver and tremble, his Harpy wings acting as blankets; paper thin blankets that absolutely sucked. Regardless of the quality, Hyrur clearly noticed my staring and he growled as he uncovered his face, staring dead at me. I didn't budge, I just raised an eyebrow at how amazingly stubborn he was. He's shivering, cuddling a lantern, and laying on the dirty carpet; yet, he still has the audacity to do anything BUT ask for a blanket. How admirable.

I laid down on my bed, snuggling into my warm, cozy blankets while Hyrur shivered. What else was I supposed to do? I was tired. Goodnight everything and everyone, hopefully we're found soon. This situation is sucky.

Hyrur's POV...

Once I had the lanterns, I assessed the room, looking for the warmest spot to lay on. The stone tiles were freezing to the touch, the wooden furniture were no better, that meant the warmest spot, logically, was the dirty carpet. I hung the lanterns up, leaving just one in my grasp. The way it shined was absolutely enticing and entrancing, but I truly just sought out how warm it was. Getting frostbite wouldn't be ideal, especially in a bunker with the rival kingdom's prince.

I laid down on the tidiest looking section of the carpet, snuggling up against the lantern as my wings draped around me. I was peeking through my feathers as I warmed myself up, and Samuil was glaring at me. Well actually, I couldn't tell what expression was on his dumb face, but he looked like he was displeased. Why are you glaring at me, you degenerate? You're the one on the goddamn bed with blankets galore. Crude wretch...

I tried to ignore his staring, and I ruffled my feathers to flatten them out as much as I could, so the breeze in the bunker wasn't as disrupting and I could actually sleep. I cooed slightly, before I heard the goddamn slimeball huff at me. What did I even do right now? I'm freezing.

I lifted one of my wings, growling at him. I could very well ask for one of his blankets, but I refused to stoop that low. Afterall, why would I heel to the enemy and ask for aid? I'm already in a vulnerable situation, I don't need it to get worse. I'll just stand my ground and growl at him until he lays down. Which, that didn't take long. I watched as the damn runt laid down and snuggled up under his mound of blankets, and I silently snuggled up with the lantern as much as I could. I would steal one, but I'm too cold to move. I hate this kingdom; and I hate this situation.

Samuil fell asleep not long after he laid down and flexed how warm he was. I huffed to myself, as I peeked a glance at him, watching as his chest rose and fell in a steady, content rhythm. His blankets looked so warm, and all of them were obviously the best ones on the market. Lucky bastard...

I grumbled as I struggled to stay warm, but I refused to move. I wouldn't touch his filthy blankets, no. Not even if it meant I'd get sick. I snuggled up into a ball, as much as I could, and my body eventually lulled into dreamful rest...