if you wanna, campfire w Q!itl for the prompt thing
As smoke twisted its way into the night sky, Joster huddledinto his jacket as he watched flames dance in the hearth. Yellows and orangesintertwined, with flashes of bright red that made him sink away from the heat. Hecould feel it bite at his exposed legs and tip of his nose, which admittedlyfelt fairly good, though he wasn’t too fond of burning himself a second timetonight. He idly gazed at the fire, scoffing at himself when he had a poeticthought about the similarities of it and his moirail. Too cliché, he thought,and he could do better.
“Jos,” her voice suddenly came, and he jumped, looking overhis shoulder. “Here, I made us some tea. I mean, usually you’d do hot chocolateand all that but…I know you’d rather want some leaf juice.” With a gentlelaugh, he accepted it thankfully, and wrapped his cold hands about the mug.Kronno soon joined him, making the log creak beneath her weight. The two of them sat together there, watching the flames and chatting quietlyabout their night. They’d caught fish and cooked themselves, started a fire,all of that camping stuff. They briefly entertained the idea of their ancestorshuddled about a similar fire, surrounded by their allies and singing songs ortelling stories of rebels and revolts. Joster and Kronno couldn’t help but grinat the idea, chuckling and laughing at the thought of Bookkeeper unsuccessfullytrying to catch dinner.“I think Revolter probably would’ve had a handle on that more than Bookkeeper,”Kronno commented, setting down an empty mug beside her feet. “I bet he was the guy who surveyed the areaand shit to make sure it was safe, all of that jazz.”Joster shrugged then, pushing up his glasses. “Possibly, though I somehow doubt he wouldn’t have tried his hand at a fewtricks himself…But you’re probably right,” he agreed with a laugh. It felt goodto make their ancestors feel...real…And not like legends or myths. Kronno camea bit closer to his side then, cuddling up into his arm. He glanced at her fromthe corner of his eye, and once done with his tea, put an arm about her.Quality moirail time like this was not to be taken for granted, as they rarelygot any moments to themselves anymore. It was either they were sharing spacewith Telmon, Polter or Sentis, and could never get any prime cuddles in. At least tonight that wasn’t the case. There was a soft hum of pleasure fromKronno, who leaned up to nuzzle Joster’s cold cheek. He returned the gesture ofcourse, but pulled away to look down at her. They stared at one another for amoment, both admiring the other in small ways, before she spoke up.“Do you think we’ll be like them too?”Joster smiled just a little, not knowing how to reply.“…I think it could happen. I mean, we’re bound to follow in their footsteps alittle bit, right? And we can do it even better since we have their history.”She returned the smile, though they both felt unsure. With that, she leaned upfor a gentle kiss, before nodding again.“And we can make our own.
