[ Autumn rain is lovely if you're inside your cosy home, watching it pelt your windows instead of appear out of nowhere in the middle of a forest you were trawling for a secret treasure or monster or both? Omega thinks it's both. Slay the monster, get the treasure, but knowing Nora it'd be pacifying the monster and being given a meager piece of it.
It's a cold and torrential downpour, and the skies foretell it being a lasting storm with lightning striking up close and in the far distance. After rushing together (or Omega bridal carrying Nora through the forest at a hasty speed, they find shelter in a forest fire observation tower.
As they look over the woods and watch the lightning strike from outside the tower as rain beats relentlessly against the roof and drips down in places, Omega realizes the only blanket in here is a ratty shawl someone probably forgot when forest fire season ended. It wouldn't keep either of them warm, especially Nora. She could see the mothbitten parts of it too... gross. She tosses it to the ground.
She grabs Nora from behind and pulls her to sit on the bed with her. At once, she wraps her arms around her. Too intimately. Her forehead is burrowed in Nora's shoulder to hide her expression. But from Omega comes a pulsing core of warmth. It feels like a heated blanket at one's back. Of course, someone with control over fire could control the warmth of their body... ]
body heat/rain
It's a cold and torrential downpour, and the skies foretell it being a lasting storm with lightning striking up close and in the far distance. After rushing together (or Omega bridal carrying Nora through the forest at a hasty speed, they find shelter in a forest fire observation tower.
As they look over the woods and watch the lightning strike from outside the tower as rain beats relentlessly against the roof and drips down in places, Omega realizes the only blanket in here is a ratty shawl someone probably forgot when forest fire season ended. It wouldn't keep either of them warm, especially Nora. She could see the mothbitten parts of it too... gross. She tosses it to the ground.
She grabs Nora from behind and pulls her to sit on the bed with her. At once, she wraps her arms around her. Too intimately. Her forehead is burrowed in Nora's shoulder to hide her expression. But from Omega comes a pulsing core of warmth. It feels like a heated blanket at one's back. Of course, someone with control over fire could control the warmth of their body... ]
No pneumonia, not on my watch.