I wrote the first chapter of this fic last February, inspired by a craving for some good ol' huddling-for-warmth tropey shit during a brief spell of actual winter, and I bring you chapter two four months later, as I try not to succumb to a heat wave while recovering from top surgery. Last chapter coming hopefully earlier than that. Please enjoy the seasonal dissonance.
Like sun streaming in a tavern's door
(Critical Role / The Mighty Nein animated, rated T for now, 6.5k, 2/3, Caleb/Molly)
On the other side of the room, Molly straightens his back from its graceful merry arch and looks to the side, and—this time—Caleb is caught staring. He picks up the book and holds it in front of his face. He takes a few deep breaths, hoping the beloved paper-and-ink smell will settle his nerves. Nearly four minutes pass without incident. As soon as he starts thinking he might have gotten away with it, someone whose presence produces faint jingling sounds drops in the empty seat by his side. “Were you enjoying the show?” Molly asks, and it is all too easy to imagine the smirk in his voice. “See, I was wondering if I should charge you for a ticket.”
Or: Caleb is less used to the cold than he should be. Tieflings typically run warm. These two things are seemingly unrelated.
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