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The timer clicks down the final moments with a sigh. Hyrule groans into Legend's shoulder under the covers, his bony joints poking out every which way. "I don't want to get out of bed to turn the heater on," he says.
Legend presses his face along Hyrule's forehead, an echo of an echo of a kiss. "If you want the morning to get any warmer," he says, "than put on a jacket or get up."
Hyrule just pouts at him. His back spread wide across Legend's lap before he can react. "Can't we just stay in bed all day instead?"
The heater turns itself off again before Legend can even answer. He could get a better heater of course but he could also get some cool new weapons. You know. Just in case. And he already knows which of the two he would choose if it comes down to it.
So they are stuck with the same heater his uncle bribed him with honeyed apples into turning on first thing in the morning. Embers flicker dead in the fireplace. A house for him and his loved ones alone minus Ravio running off as always.
"We have work," he managed out.
It's some run down piece of equipment his uncle inherited from somewhere else. It really only works on a five hour timer, turning off without fail. Because somewhere down the long line of previous owners- someone got it in their head to start tinkering with things they don't even understand.
And Ravio's taken a look. Even he can't figure it out anymore. Legend sighed, his fingers tangled in soft brown hair and cotton weaved sheets. "So as nice as it would be, we do still have bills to pay."
Hyrule makes a face and turns away. "Ugh, taxes," he grumbled.
"Come on, it isn't so bad working for the royal palace. You don't even have to run into the guards this time," Legend teased, prodding at the side of the face of the other hero. He reacts not the slightest- a true testiment of the hero's will. "She just wants us to go through the archives. Something about a festival coming up…?"
"It better be for a spring festival," Hyrule sighs, making a slow escape out of their bed. He shivers before Legend casts forth his own protection in the form of the sweaters covering their bed. "I hate winter."