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The first signs were missed by nearly everyone in the Overworld.
It started as dark, heavy clouds settling over the city. Just another snowstorm , many thought as they went on with their day. Centuries of experience and reliable heaters that pepper the city’s streets would turn deadly weather into a mere inconvenience.
But how could they have known that it would be water that drowned the streets half an hour later?
People scattered for cover, realizing that their warm furs stood no chance against Belobog’s first shower in years. The cold’s bite still lingered in the air, and the thought of standing in almost freezing temperatures was a death wish. And yet, there was one soul that welcomed it with open arms.
Sampo skipped through the now barren streets, humming a melody with no rhyme or rhythm. He embraced the feeling of each drop on his skin, letting excitement wash over him. How long since he last saw rain, since he last took in the smell of the earth? The rain would become sleet sooner than later, so best that he savored it now. He didn’t need to worry about feeling cold.
(IX’s blessing protected him from it.)
“Sampo!”
“Geppie!” The man spun on his heels, smiling wide as he greeted the all too familiar voice.
He first saw those blue eyes amidst the gray skies and gray streets. Frantic hands roamed over his face, his arms, and down to his own pair before pulling him towards an awning’s protection. Gepard was shivering, and he was not.
“You’re soaked to the bone,” the captain frowned, rubbing their hands together in an attempt to warm freezing digits, “you’re going to get sick.”
Sampo watched his lover become so focused on his task. He didn’t need to worry about feeling warm.
(IX’s “blessing” protected him from it.)
Eventually pale skin turned pink at persistent friction. Soon came a sigh of relief. “What were you doing?” It was a soft reprimand, something that the former criminal could deflect with ease.
“Hehe…enjoying the weather, of course!” Sampo smiled, eyes looking up to Gepard. He let his lovely boyfriend brush the slick bangs away from his forehead.
There was a furrow in the other man’s brows as he did not accept the answer. Uh oh…is he upset? And so Sampo stood on the tips of his toes, pressing kisses along those creases in an attempt to to appease the hopefully not so miffed captain.
He only stopped when he felt hands cup around his face, and he was brought down to press forehead against forehead, nose against nose. The frown was no longer there, replaced by a somewhat bemused smile.
Gepard huffed, just a little, “Well, the next time you want to ‘enjoy the weather’, don’t make me get you. We can’t afford to catch a cold at the same time; not with how much you whine whenever you’re sick.”
They laughed together under the awning.
Oh, Sampo mused, so this must be warmth.