open to f/m muses.
john. witch. top. bi.
"I told you to be careful, didn't i?" John asked, teasingly as he enveloped the other with a towel, and a blanket above. His hand intensifying the heat from the fire in hopes that it'd warm the other further. His arms hugging them tightly, or as much as he could think to be while rubbing and comforting. He wasn't dry himself, but unlike the other, he could reduce the impact of water on his skin.
Having decided to go out camping, th least he had expected was for a newbie to jump on the river when the stream was hard and moving. It hadn't been a challenge to catch them a few miles away from their camp. But had him not been a witch, some different story may had been told.














