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A chilling winter breeze cuts through Siffrin as he and Isabeau brought in the firewood for their new home. Siffrin sighed with relief, peeling off the layers of the thick outdoor clothing he put on over his normal wear, as his cloak was still drying in the laundry room.
Isabeau added fresh wood to the fireplace, stroking the flames to be even bigger with a poker.
"There we go," Isabeau smiled. "This should last us a good while."
He turned to Siffrin, who was eagerly rubbing his hands and placing them within the vicinity of the now roaring fireplace. "You okay?"
"Yeah!" Siffrin nodded. "I'm good. Just…cold. I've never been cold like that without my trusty cloak."
Isabeau chuckled, recalling that Siffrin spilled soup over it yesterday. They hated parting with their cloak, but it had to be washed. Thankfully, washing could be done indoors with utmost care.
"I have an idea," Isabeau spoke up, "How about we get our blankets from our room and huddle underneath of them?"
He gestured to the couch just a couple feet away from the fireplace. It was a secondhand purchase, but still sturdy.
Siffrin nodded, and the two of them grabbed as many blankets as they could carry. The blankets varied from thick to fluffy. Isabeau propped up the blankets onto the couch, and Siffrin dove in under them.
"Are we building a fort?" They asked.
"Nope. No fort." Isabeau chuckled, following Siffrin inside.
"What do we do, exactly?"
"Here," Isabeau pulled Siffrin closer, making them squeak with surprise. "It's warm like this, right?"
Siffrin blushed heavily, it was loads warmer. He leaned against him, head resting on his chest.
"Yeah. This is nice." Siffrin smiled. "We're not going to catch on fire, are we?"
"Pfff, no. Our blankets are a safe distance away from the fireplace. We're safe."
Siffrin closed his eyes, listening to Isabeau's heartbeat. Such a soothing sound. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, surrounded by the warmth of the fireplace, Isabeau's body heat, and their shared love for each other.
Isabeau didn't mind. He stood still, avoiding making any sudden movements. As Siffrin snoozed, Isabeau ran his fingers through their soft hair.
Home is where the heart is, after all!