#warmth thread

The feeling of the warm blanket being wrapped around his shoulders caused him to look up. A tired smile making its way onto his lips. He pulled the blanket tighter around him and soaked in its warmth. For someone who ran hot, Poe had been feeling cold lately.

Trapped. 

They were actually bloody trapped. In this godforsaken cabin in the middle of the mountains, snowed in. With nothing but a single bed, a fireplace, halfway-decent rations and each other. 

Oh, and no heating. Absolutely none.

Rose hadn’t exactly expected to be trapped in some godforsaken cabin in the middle of a blizzard, and she certainly wasn’t dressed to be doing so either. This adventure was supposed to be simple, and not involve freak blizzards and trekking miles through the snow to an old, little cabin.

Her trainers were completely soaked through, her toes feeling distinctly like icicles on the inside. The bottoms of her jeans were damp as well and her hair was wet with snowfall and sticking to her forehead. Her jacket, even with the hood pulled tight over her ears wasn’t doing anything to shield her from the cold, being as thin as it was. 

This was real chill-you-to-your-bones cold. She was shivering from her spot seated on the couch, arms tight around her legs with her knees to her chest.