Comfort in the Cold

repost of a meme by moonpiehelps: mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! ♡ 

( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.

( 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other who’s about to throw up. 

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone. 

( 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt. 

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them. 

( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after they’ve withdrawn from everyone. 

( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack. 

( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick.

( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse holds the other’s hand while they’re in pain or panicking. 

( 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄 ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.

( 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury they’ve been trying to hide that’s beginning to worry them.

( 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while they’re crying.

( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while they’re scared.

( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.

( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

( 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other’s face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.

( 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who won’t let them in.

( 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

( 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how ) 

( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury.

( 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing. 

( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.

"Five hundred years? Ooookay." That's certainly not a long time to someone like Lucifer, but knowing that this snow thing wasn't born yesterday and is actually what mortals would consider to be old as fuck somehow makes this encounter even worse. How are you gonna be 500 years old and act like the world's most off-putting annoying child? He's gotta be young for whatever species he is at least, right? Would that make things better or worse? And, perhaps more importantly; if this guy is just a visitor and not a new resident as he claims... Does that mean Lucifer could kill him? Just melt him right here and now and end this whole awkward conversation? It's seriously starting to get tempting... But he's not supposed to do stuff like that. He really doesn't want to disappoint Charlie again...

It was crystal clear that the snowman had next to no idea how to actually speak with someone belonging to loyalty. The children who made him didn't consider bringing it up to him, nor anyone in the North Pole. Not even his partners brought attention to it, so he had no basis on what to actually do and what to actually say. Oh, but there was no right way of speaking to someone if they had some sort of title, right? Every king was different, and there was nobody else like Lucifer Morningstar. A blessing to the unbeknownst deity of pride, a curse to the overly friendly, overly cautious Frosty. He looked both left and right when Lucifer brought up one of the intended activities visitors should (or could, because how did he even get here anyways?) indulge in. To the left, he spotted a lot of red spilled on the ground. On the everything, actually, Frosty noticed when he looked up and around that general vicinity. He slowly blinked, seeing if that would render his vision, but it hadn't. There was actually someone bleeding out that way, now. Frosty tried the other way, which was met with a bunch of Hell's inhabitants looking out of it. They stumbled around each other, bumped into each other, yelled at each other... Frosty looked for any signs of a bar, but nothing down that way was marked. What he saw instead was a syringe roll close to his feet from that area. He had a hand on his pipe as he stared at it silently. Frosty was more than aware of that was, alongside the other substances weren't related to alcohol. That would probably surprise Lucifer, given how quick to assuming he was about his intelligence. Frosty eventually put his coal eyes back onto the aforementioned king, hand still holding the piece of corncob from his mouth. His expression brightened, but not too much due to feeling unwelcome and not wanting to make Lucifer think or feel worse because of his behavior. The snowman's head tilted.

@wonderwinters believed . . .

are you expecting a white christmas this year?

to buddy from heat miser.

WINTER-THEMED PROMPTS FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON

BUDDY KNEW OF THE MISERS. How could he not, when all of the North Pole did? Both of them did important work, but only one curated Christmas season. Papa Elf said he should mind what he says to not accidentally offend Heat Miser, then Papa listed conversation topics Buddy should not bring up. That instruction is clear now, but not seconds ago, when he blundered and misremembered what not to say as what he should say.

This fellow was interesting. Not in the sense of him being a human, or how he managed to live up in the North Pole all year round without the proper clothing, but because he wasn't like the other elves. In that same regard, Heat Miser would consider him better than the rest. They all had that Christmas spirit at face value, but once they weren't putting on a facade to appease someone else (Santa, likely), their faces fell. For beings so entwined with the once-a-year holiday, they certainly seemed to loath its core principals. How funny! Buddy wasn't like that. Buddy acted as a elf most likely should. She examined him for a time, squinting at him as he talked and stood in a polite yet enthusiastic way. It was head-spinning, but still intriguing. The overseer of green Christmases blinked as Buddy listed off the other kinds of Christmases that weren't the stereotypical white Christmas. Blegh. Her brother was probably hoping Buddy would say he wanted a white Christmas anyways. Of course it would do that. It was always doing things like that!

It was a riveting exchange, really. When Lucifer mentioned his title, Frosty's head tilted with some semblance of recognition. He'd known about kings and queens and monarchs, but had never heard of the place he referred to. Oh! Now that he thought about it, that had to be where he was now. He'd heard the term tossed around, but always assumed it was being used in a harsh way, not a literal one. That meant that he was in his kingdom, disturbing his majesty. How much authority did that give him? Surely he wouldn't do anything to someone who was clearly out of their element, no? Unless Frosty's thinking of something else that wasn't a king. Either way, whatever position this person held, it had to be important enough to feel boastful about it. Frosty wasn't one to question authority -- even though it didn't matter much to him -- but that didn't mean that Lucifer was being any less, dare he say, rude. Unless of course the snowman's previous snatching of his top hat was considered rude enough to be set ablaze. It wasn't like he meant any harm! He already said that! Lucifer's rude comment about being born yesterday made Frosty frown. While it may have seemed that way, the snowman had been around for many, many years. Not that Lucifer would know that, and unlikely that he would care.

((Continued from here))

It turned out that the child wasn't just carving a singular dent in the ice, but several, equidistant and forming the outline of a larger circle. As he was making the final perforation, he heard the voice of the curious onlooker and stopped what he was doing.

His expression upon seeing her was unreadable. Unlike the icy outsider, he didn't have a visable mouth, making it uncertain on whether he could even speak. However, that uncertainty was quickly dashed.

"Oh, I don't need any fancy drills for something like this," he said with a shake of his head, "Just some good ol' ingenuity! You see this here?" He then pointed to the pattern he had created with a quick twirl of his spear. "Doesn't seem like much progress, does it? But I know how to use it to my advantage."

"Here, stand back and I'll show you!"

Bandanna crouched down, holding the spear over his head as though he were about to toss it...but instead, he started spinning it. Faster and faster it went, until he was suddenly lifted off the ground! Like a small helicopter, he flew high into the air, hovering over the center of the circle of circles. Then, he fell. He aimed the pointed tip downward and slammed it into the ice with as much force as possible.

With a loud crackle, the dents merged into a solid edge. The plucky waddle dee was back on solid ground, a large, rounded chunk of ice stuck on his trusty weapon when he held it up again.

Seeing Bandanna's face made the snowoman make a small 'oh!' noise. The last thing she was expecting was not seeing a mouth. Would he not be able to speak back to her? That was okay; they could figure something else out! That begged the question as to why he was fishing to begin with. If he had no mouth, did he not need to eat? Was he procuring fish for somebody else? Oh, so many questions... At least one of them was answered when Bandanna seemed to speak? Was it through her head that he spoke? The semantics didn't matter so long as they had a means of communicating! The slight relief that came across her face was shrouded with curiosity when he began speaking. He seemed quite confident in his own skills... something that Crystal took into consideration. He must surely have been spear-ice-fishing for quite some time now. That assumption shifted into fact as the snowoman watched Bandanna's technique. Her jaw was agape as she watched the spear used to raise Bandanna up in the air. Was something like that even possible? Well, it sure had to be, just like how he was speaking without a mouth. She watched him soar through the air and stab into the chunk of ice he'd carved. When he pulled it out, Crystal began clapping.

Lucifer chuckles nervously at what he assumes is supposed to be a joke. Surely this snowman thing doesn't actually think he doesn't know what his own head looks like, right? Even if he's never heard of a mirror somehow, he must have seen himself in a frozen pond or something at some point. Unless he just popped into existence recently. That would explain some of this behaviour. Regardless, Lucifer isn't exactly the sort of person who does well in awkward situations like these, so he would like for it to end as quickly as possible. Preferably without having to melt this guy. Though Heaven might like to claim otherwise, Lucifer doesn't actually enjoy killing people. Well, unless they give him a really good reason to, but it's normal to enjoy obliterating shitlords, right?

Something that fell to the wayside from those being in the snowman's presence was that he wasn't stupid. Naive, sure, but he was quick to hop into whatever the tone of a current situation was heading into. He was beginning to sense the full discomfort coming from the king, which made Frosty's expression falter for a few seconds. It would seem that Lucifer had a much bigger problem with his playfulness than previously assumed. That was alright! Frosty could still work with this... ... Even if he still lamented over the odd and off-putting situation he was now standing in. He tried to keep something of a content look on his face, but there was still something about it that shared his internal state of sadness. It was never his intention to overstep; wasn't this just a fit of fun between friends? Well, maybe not completely friends, but they could be if Frosty turned things around.

BETWEEN SOLVING THE MYSTERY of The Specter with Professor Layton, finding a machine capable of holding and transferring one’s memories, everything involving Monte d’Or, sacrificing his own life then being brought back to life, Future London, and assisting in live birth, the craziest moment of Luke’s life was meeting Santa Claus. It’s his earliest memory and one he holds fondly, despite keeping it a secret from everyone he knows. Even the Professor. He met Mr. Claus’ reindeer and befriended Rudolph, who has a unique nose. Luke always suspected magic and superstition were real. How else would one explain a red, glowing nose?

THE MISUNDERSTANDING WAS SILLY, BUT understandable in hindsight. Most animals Luke talked to moved homes once or twice, and some were nomadic entirely. He hadn’t talked to reindeer before, but the few deer he’s met spoke of traveling. Rudolph does travel, but not permanently. He has a home he always returns to. Technically, the Triton’s trip is no different. It’s a longer-than-usual work endeavor.

AT HER FIRST QUESTION, LUKE smiles. It’s a warm smile that battles the cool night air, that contrasts the cloud his exhales create. “Trust me! It’ll make sense when we’re there. There’s no reason to fear the dark anymore.” His last word was a slip-up he didn’t notice until her second question. Luke’s smile doesn’t disappear, but shrinks. Takes a softer, sad edge.

“Ah . . .” It was not a matter of trust. There’s no reason not to tell Rudolph what happened when he was 10-years-old, but it’s filled with unhappy patches. Sure, the end is mostly happy, but came at a cost. “Yeah, it’s a lot. A whole story. There’s an unhappy beginning and end, but things have turned out quite nicely. That’s what I want to show you, one of the nice things.”

THE GARDEN OF HEALING IS a popular tourist destination. After Targent was kicked out of town, the mayor cleaned up the area and made it a tourist destination. The Barde siblings are fierce advocates for its preservation and maintenance. That’s why the Tritons were invited back—or, rather, his mother. The entire town is looking for her expert opinion on the soil quality. Dad’s talents aren’t as applicable, but he has spoke with local animals for their opinion.

BOTH PARENTS HAVE AN EXCLUSIVE pass to enter the area. Luke borrowed—he asked!—his mother’s pass. Apparently there’s plants that open at night, and glow in dazzling arrays. Why is unknown, and discovering how is difficult when a dome covers the environment. Still, it’s for safety and security reasons, so he can’t complain much.

At first, the reindeer didn't think that the dark was the problem. It wasn't so much of a concern for him, given that he could light whatever dark way he came across. He didn't need to at the moment, with most of Misthallery already being lit by the tall lampposts. Even then, Rudolph felt a sense of discomfort about it. Something telling him in the back of the mind that he might be scolded for being out too late, or whatever kind of story his father would try to tell him. And maybe that was the issue with the dark. Her nose could light the way as much and as long as it needed to, but it could only illuminate the distance besides her. Not often did Rudolph, or anyone else for that matter, consider what would happen if one needed to see farther than her reach? There was a lot of uncertainty that came from where you couldn't see. That was why other kids around her age had nightlights and open doors in their homes, to have the comfort of the light while they slept. Not that the two of them were getting sleep anytime soon. Luke seemed so excited to show him whichever place he was taking him, melancholy and all. Rudolph tilted his head at the way he deadpanned; an unhappy beginning and ending? Of course, he had no connection or reference to the life and loss of Loosha. If he did, he wouldn't even want to go to the Garden of Healing, no matter how beautiful Luke claimed it to be.

¹⁾ tangled lights

²⁾ fresh gingerbread

³⁾ secret santa

⁴⁾ hidden bunches of mistletoe 

⁵⁾ a broken bauble

⁶⁾ spiced mulled wine

⁷⁾ knitted jumpers

⁸⁾ iced sugar cookies 

⁹⁾ cheap tinsel

¹⁰⁾ snow angels 

¹¹⁾ hot chocolate 

¹²⁾ carols 

¹³⁾ fireplaces laden with stockings 

¹⁴⁾ sleigh rides 

¹⁵⁾ clumsily-made gingerbread houses 

¹⁶⁾ scraps of wrapping paper

¹⁷⁾ a roaring fireplace

¹⁸⁾ candy canes

¹⁹⁾ candlelit churches 

²⁰⁾ old holiday movies 

²¹⁾ familiar festive music 

²²⁾ stacks of cards

²³⁾ red wax candles 

²⁴⁾ christmas eve

²⁵⁾ badly-wrapped presents

²⁶⁾ nutcrackers 

²⁷⁾ illuminated stained glass

²⁸⁾ paper stars 

²⁹⁾ gingerbread men

³⁰⁾ thick, pure snow 

³¹⁾ holly wreaths 

³²⁾ lit lanterns 

³³⁾ fluffy socks

³⁴⁾ sweet-smelling candles 

³⁶⁾ snow globes 

³⁷⁾ flannel pajamas

³⁸⁾ glittery baubles

³⁹⁾ a santa hat

⁴⁰⁾ a sky heavy with snow 

⁴¹⁾ homemade dinners 

⁴²⁾ last-minute gift shopping 

⁴³⁾ cold evenings 

⁴⁴⁾ fresh-baked cinnamon rolls 

⁴⁵⁾ craft fairs 

⁴⁶⁾ ice rinks 

⁴⁷⁾ fragrant pine trees 

⁴⁸⁾ christmas cactuses 

⁴⁹⁾ bear hugs 

this is just like that hallmark movie we watched.

can you stop quoting that horrible hallmark movie?

i am never watching a movie with you again.

come kiss me under the mistletoe.

i didn't realize it was going to be this cold. maybe i should go grab my jacket.

how do you plan on celebrating the new year?

have you ever made a snow angel?

well, don't you look festive!

i already bought your present this year.

could you help me hang this? i can't reach.

maybe we should turn the lights down low.

i'm really not a fan of the colder months.

i might need your help this year.

will you stay up with me to watch the ball drop?

that's not how we celebrate where i'm from.

i'll teach you all the family traditions.

we're getting everyone together for a big dinner!

how much time did you take off from work?

you sound congested. are you coming down with something?

that's the worst snowman i have ever seen.

i'm making hot cocoa. you want one?

i think we just lost power.

oh no. you are not getting me sick.

that's the ugliest sweater i have ever seen.

there's nothing to celebrate.

your singing is atrocious.

make that your new year's resolution.

come sit with me? it's nice and warm over here.

how does the song go? the weather outside is frightful...

the holidays were never very happy for me.

can we just plan for a night in? just the two of us?

i don't do well at parties.

are you expecting a white christmas this year?

behavior like that will put you on santa's naughty list.

if you put on another hallmark christmas movie, i will scream.

this is the season for giving, you know.

i could use some help scraping all this snow off my car.

the last time we went out for a walk in weather like this, you pushed me into a snowbank.

i still haven't forgiven you for hitting me in the head with a snowball.

it's supposed to get even colder tonight.

want to snuggle up by the fire with me?

this holiday means a lot to me.

i'd love to celebrate with you this year.

don't worry. i'll make all the food.

i'm having company over tonight.

your hands are freezing! let me warm them up.

i prefer sinatra's christmas songs, personally.

do you celebrate anything this time of year?

did your family have any holiday traditions growing up?

do you put up a real tree or a fake one?

we're going to my favorite chinese restaurant. it's basically tradition at this point.

i guess this means we're snowed in.

we should share a bed. you know. for warmth.

if you start getting cold, you could come sit by me.

personally, i understand where scrooge is coming from.

what's your favorite movie to watch this time of year?

we're going to cook one of my favorite meals.

the house smells incredible.

what are you doing new year's eve?

would you celebrate it? with me?

if the polar express showed up at your doorstep, would you hop on?

it's starting to snow.

while i finish this up, would you light the fire?

tell me about your holiday traditions.

is this colder than you're used to?

you didn't have to get me anything.

i thought we weren't exchanging gifts this year.