Ballistic Suicide

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But… you’re warm, and he can’t help it. He’s trying to stay awake, but his will is waning. A few minutes won’t be an issue and he’s not that far out (read: he’s in the middle of the hall and in the way).

>Her collar is jingling from the movements, but it appears Silver isn’t budging. The dragon of a rabbit bites back a whine and squeaks a few times very vehemently at him, wake up...!

Starts to sleep in the hallway. He’s near a wall..? Ah, no, that’s not a wall.

Squeaks!!!!!! (Translation: Something something wake up!!!!)

One eye closed as he felt her give even more nuzzles upon his cheek. With each snuggle, his face grows a little bit warmer. He isn’t embarrassed by the demi-human, but because she’s so warm against his cool skin. Thankfully he’s not an icicle. Giving her a few nuzzles of his own, he starts to walk out from under the mistletoe. More were lined down the hall, but he took a pause when she picked up the affection.

It wasn’t often he got to see her. The Lumopolis guards normally take most of her attention, so the few moments he has (in his eyes) are worth the wait.

“Are you trying to make up for last year? I recall you helping, but that you weren’t able to go through with this tradition of ours.”

Demi-humans were a rare breed these days, namely those who possessed a large amount of the lineage’s blood as a result of the Eclipse. Though Aedre still remained wary of most people, that guard of hers was completely nonexistent around Novio. As her protector, mentor, and most certainly her first love--How could she be anything less than affectionate with him when given the chance, moreso in this tiny form of hers?

Prr...!

There was worry when he came back to find Aedre not in in her usual spot. She would often greet him by the door, able to sense when he was coming back from class or club activities. However, when he noticed there was no loaf- drabbit awaiting his arrival, he knew where to go next. If she wasn’t in the common space, she was in his room. Keeping his footsteps light, Silver made his way up to his door and, with a careful hand, opened it. He would take no pride in waking her from her sleep – even if she did sleep like a rock.

Finding her asleep and in the form of a loaf, a smile comes to the usually stoic man’s face. Sliding the bag down and resting it by the door, he enters the space.

“Aedre, I’m back.“

Calling her to softly, he’s already bracing for an impact of some kind. Or was today the day he could sneak up and carefully pocket her while she slept? There was something he wanted to show her back on campus.

Quietly snoring away, it was second-nature and an obvious answer really to any who has been long-acquainted with the tiny dragon: If she’s not in her usual napping place, the next logical area to search would most always be Silver’s room. Well, namely his bed, chair, or desk, likely the bed given the comfort and warmth.

More importantly, his bedsheets still smelled like him, of sunlight and the flower patches of Briar Valley.

“Prr....”

Mistletoes were decorated throughout the city in small areas for the visitors to take part in the tradition. While walking under one such archway, he felt the warmth of one of his rabbits press her nose against his cheek. The only reason he knew it was Aedre was, not only was she the only rabbit who would openly attack him with nuzzles and bun-kisses, but because of the sound. Reaching up with a gloved hand, soft laughter rang through the air as he scratched the space betwixt her ears. He leans his head against hers, returning her affection with small nuzzles of his own.

“Thank you, Aedre. You’ll come to find more good luck in the following year.“

She was, of course, proactive as always when seeking out pets--To get some, you had to give some too! That aside, Novio’s petting was the best--He was also remarkably gentle with her, and treated her well as both a student and as a resident of Northland. Even after leaving to work in Lumopolis, she never forgot her ties to her home.

Prr...

“You wound me. I thought I was the only one who could warm up your heart and soul.”

He can’t help the teasing. With his recovery going slower than he expected since the battle, and over-doing himself in the process, he was glad that he could shift back to his human form so quickly. The cold starts to go down her neck and shoulders as he activates his ice powers, creating a scarf of ice to keep her cold.

“I forgot how warm it got during this time of year. Is that why you’re suffering?“

She perks feeling the energy materializing, cold yet soft as freshly fallen snow--The goddess still remembered when she first fell amongst it that day she snuck out against his wishes. Relaxing as the chill sinks in rather than to leave her a melting bun of an ice cube; Aedre lifted her head hearing him make a comment on the temperature.

“You are, but I don’t think this is the best arrangement.”

Sighs as he strokes her hair, moving one hand to rest on the back of her neck. That should help cool her down.

“Muu--You’re the coldest thing here, though--”

Oh no. Look at him. 

“I’m going to melt if you continue to hug me like this.“

He says while keeping her close and carrying her as he starts to go on patrol.

He’s not going to be getting rid of her anytime soon even if he wanted to, the little goddess is suffering.

“Eh--? Why did you stop?”

Confused as to why her would-be assassin has halted mid-sentence as well as step while on their walk through the snow, the goddess slowly follows his line of sight. The plant looks familiar, parasitic as it might be to the poor tree branch above, what was it called--Ah, right.

“Mistletoe...? Oh!”

The meaning is recalled quick as lightning upon remembering a few mishaps that happened once in a while back in Atuhina Temple, namely ones that ended with her guardian and the offending priest’s twin scolding & lecturing Assid mercilessly. You were supposed to kiss whoever was under it with you, right?

“ Why do people gotta bother talkin’ about feelings when you could just train or somethin’? When I’m feelin’ lousy, the last thing I wanna do is go n’ talk about it. Better to just work that stuff out in the ring. ”

“...B-But...Sifu Hua and Master Andy said that ‘punching all your problems will at the end of the day resolve very little, and likely create more problems’....”