boomchickfanfiction:[Image description: An image drawn all in blues and whites shows Sephiroth and C

boomchickfanfiction:[Image description: An image drawn all in blues and whites shows Sephiroth and Cloud, both huddled up in a small stone shelter in a snowy wasteland. Cloud is in Sephiroth’s lap, curled tight, his hands held close to his face as he shivers there. Sephiroth is holding him close with his right hand, his left absent underneath the cloak he wears to stay warm. His expression is strained as he stares into the meager fire he’s built up in their shelter, and his lips are pressed against Cloud’s scalp, his affection as clear as his fear. End image description.] Den of M[arionettes] Whumptober 2020 Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick Read on Ao3 Read from Beginning on Tumblr—————- Day 21: Hypothermia “It is genuinely unfair,” Cloud muttered into his scarf, “that snowstorms exist.” “Mm.” Sephiroth’s face was tucked behind his own scarf, his eyes narrowed against the driving snow, flakes landing in his long, dark lashes. No, no, no Cloud told himself, dragging his eyes away and shoving his hands deeper into his own armpits in his too-thin-for-this jacket. Don’t go all dreamy about his eyelashes right now. He should have remembered, of course. That at this time of year there was no guarantee of nice weather this far North. But he’d let himself relax on the long trip here. The days of walking, jogging, racing across open, empty land. He hadn’t been prepared for how fast he was now. He hadn’t really opened up to run since his last trip to the labs. Not except that one sprint through the woods when he’d heard fighting. Now he’d had a chance to experiment. Or, no, that wasn’t really it. He’d had a chance to play . And Sephiroth had played with him. Sprinting through forests at Cloud’s side. His incredibly long stride eating up the ground. Pausing only if he got too far ahead, hair whipping around his jawline as he turned back to wait. Smiling. Keep reading -- source link

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