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Improvvisato: Freddo
Title: Improvvisato: Freddo
Fandom: Uncommon Time
Character(s): Aubrey, Alto
Pairing(s): Alto/Aubrey
Genre: Dark
Word Count: 290
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers
Summary: Aubrey is cold, and uses that as an excuse to cuddle. It’s not as cute as it sounds.
Notes: Spoilers for Ending 4.
It’s cold, Aubrey thinks, and then chides themself a little for even thinking it.
Of course it’s cold. It’s been cold for a long time - the world has just reached the part of its eternal winter where it’s hard to focus on anything else, even when they’re the cause of all this cold.
They sort of wish they had Meirin’s ability to use fire magic to heat herself up. The thought makes them wonder vaguely how Meirin is doing, or if she’s already died by now. They hope it was or will be peaceful, and move on.
It’s probably better that they can’t use fire magic, because it gives them an excuse to cuddle up to Alto under the covers.
“You’re still warm,” they say, with their head in the crook of her shoulder. “How do you do it?”
“It’s a secret,” she says, and smiles when Aubrey pouts at her. “...Since I’m conducting the winter, I have to be the last one to go, or else things might naturally adjust back to more normal temperatures without me. So I have to be warm.”
“That still doesn’t explain how, though.” They puff a sigh, then continue snuggling her. “As long as you let me sleep here with you, I suppose it doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t worry,” she replies, and slides an arm around them. “You can be second to last.”
Aubrey wonders if that’s really something that should be comforting, being the last two people alive in this miserable world they’re destroying. Then they decide they don’t care.
They’ve never liked this world. They’ve only cared for a select few of the people in it, and one of those people is Alto. Dying together with the person they love… sounds perfect.
Fandom: Uncommon Time
Character(s): Aubrey, Alto
Pairing(s): Alto/Aubrey
Genre: Dark
Word Count: 290
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers
Summary: Aubrey is cold, and uses that as an excuse to cuddle. It’s not as cute as it sounds.
Notes: Spoilers for Ending 4.
It’s cold, Aubrey thinks, and then chides themself a little for even thinking it.
Of course it’s cold. It’s been cold for a long time - the world has just reached the part of its eternal winter where it’s hard to focus on anything else, even when they’re the cause of all this cold.
They sort of wish they had Meirin’s ability to use fire magic to heat herself up. The thought makes them wonder vaguely how Meirin is doing, or if she’s already died by now. They hope it was or will be peaceful, and move on.
It’s probably better that they can’t use fire magic, because it gives them an excuse to cuddle up to Alto under the covers.
“You’re still warm,” they say, with their head in the crook of her shoulder. “How do you do it?”
“It’s a secret,” she says, and smiles when Aubrey pouts at her. “...Since I’m conducting the winter, I have to be the last one to go, or else things might naturally adjust back to more normal temperatures without me. So I have to be warm.”
“That still doesn’t explain how, though.” They puff a sigh, then continue snuggling her. “As long as you let me sleep here with you, I suppose it doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t worry,” she replies, and slides an arm around them. “You can be second to last.”
Aubrey wonders if that’s really something that should be comforting, being the last two people alive in this miserable world they’re destroying. Then they decide they don’t care.
They’ve never liked this world. They’ve only cared for a select few of the people in it, and one of those people is Alto. Dying together with the person they love… sounds perfect.