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While Old Sharalyan was often cool, a gentle breeze meant the perfect weather for picnics and short walks around the water's edge; the occasional snowfall would roll over the island, dusting the ground like someone had sprinkled sugar across the cobblestones.
Indigo couldn't help but shudder as he looked up at the sky. Small white orbs floated down from the grey skies and settled on his nose or shoulder.
"My Flower?"
Turning to face Fourchenault, Indigo smiled and tried to hug himself; the thin cotton shirt he had worn for their Lightsday afternoon walk was beginning to bite him in the ass. "Ah… I should have checked with the Skywatcher before leaving my home." He shivered and tucked his hands under his arms. "Y-You'd think, with my issue of being in the cold, I would've checked, since the colder climes are reaching our shores earlier this year."
A small chuckle left the elezen before he shrugged off his thick cardigan, draping it over Indigo's shoulders before rustling his hair. "How about we head back to mine, a spot of tea and an afternoon cake? Baucharldaire said he had procured a rolanberry creme cake from the Last Stand for us."
Blush now dusting down his cheeks and neck, Indigo pulled the cardigan closer to him, breathing in the soothing scent of vanilla, honeycomb, and ink. Warmth bled through his already freezing arms and shoulders, settling under his ribs in a way that made his heart beat in his ears.
"Flower?" Fouchenault prodded again.
"S-Sorry." Indigo ducked his head in embarrassment. "T-The cardigan is so warm… a-and smells like you; I seemed to forget myself for a moment there."
Fouchenault brought up his hand to now squeeze the hyur's shoulder, before leaning in to whisper into his ear. "I can warm you up further when we're home… I must maintain my composure, as my attire on you is downright sinful."
Nodding, Indigo bit his own lip and felt a levin of lust shiver down his spine. "Y-Yeah… I like how big they are on me…Maybe I can model it after we wash up from the cake and the walk…"
Wearing nothing but the cardigan… smelling like Ser…
A moan wanted to escape Indigo as he stilled his walking and slipped his arms through the sleeves to hide his face in the abundance of fabric.
It engulfs my hands… Thaliak, give me strength.
Peeking up at Fourchenault, Indigo felt his heart flutter when he saw the elezen turning his head away, his ears pink.
He is into it too.
"Y-You're…" He swallowed thickly before trying again. "You're not cold, are you?"
Shaking his head, the older forum member looked down and gave him a soft smile. "I find myself feeling quite heated after witnessing your innate adorableness." He then put a hand on the small of Indigo's back. "We should hurry home before you get any colder, though…"
Shyly beaming at Fourchenault, Indigo leaned a little closer to him and giggled. "We should! But thank you for keeping me warm with an extra layer!"
Spluttering slightly, Fourchenault mumbled out a sentence and earned another chuckle from the hyur.
Maybe I should forget my own jacket more often.