The temperature has dropped and everyone is bundled up. Fires roaring in fireplaces, the heat on, but it’s still drafty in the abbey.
The ghouls are buried deep in their nests, among the furs and blankets.
Dew, unsurprisingly, handles it well. Being reborn from fire, he adapts better than most. He’s not exactly a furnace; but is nice and toasty in their nest.
Rain, on the other hand, is bundled up in so many layers of fuzzy fleece and a heavy sweater, even indoors. His body working overtime to keep him from freezing, but he’s still cold. His fingertips are a deep lilac hue, and Dew snuggles him harder trying to keep them warm, cranking up his infernal heat.
Dew: <<SHRIEK!!!>> “What the fuck, Rain?!” He hisses, tensing up.
Rain: (huffs a low chuckle out as he slips his hands further under Dew’s sweater, icy fingers pressing against Dew’s warm skin). “Just trying to warm my hands up, baby.” He buries his nose in Dew’s neck, as Dew shivers when yet another icy appendage makes contact.
Dew: “I love you, Rain, but you are literally going to kill me. Your hands are so cold.”
Rain: (hugs Dew tighter, locking him into place as he settles and hums, happy.)
Dew: (shouts) <<Unholy SHIT Rain!!!!!>> (followed by a longer string of curses that would make Satan blush)
Rain: (grins ferally as he slides the tip of his frigid tail further up Dew’s back).
