“Nope,” and Malik rocked back so he sat with his back against one of the walls. “We can’t let that close up though. So we can keep a look out and to get fresh air,” Altair nodded in agreement and swept his mittened hand through the hole pushing out some of the snow before retreating back into the relative warmth of the little cave. He sat next to Malik and wrapped his cloak around him.
They didn’t speak or move, trying to save their energy for keeping warm, and their proximity helped greatly actually since they were both the warmest things in the entire cave. Every now and then one of them would move and brush away the snow from the peep hole so it didn’t get covered over. All the while the snow never let up.
“My toes are cold,” Malik said at one point, sometimes after what Altair had to think was mid-day.
“Sorry,” he at least sounded sincere. Malik always sounded pathetic when he complained about being cold. “I doubt your feet would be any warmer out of your boots,” he added.
“I know that,” Malik shot him a glare in the dim light. “They’re cold though. I hope I don’t get frost bite.”
“You’re over reacting. You aren’t going to get frost bite.”
“You don’t know that,” and then they argued about various terrible places one could get frost bite. There wasn’t much reason for the argument other than to hear their own voices and to perhaps warm up the cave a bit more from their talking.
Night fell and the snow storm still raged. It was colder that night than before too and during the night Altair woke up when he felt an arm wrap around his waist. “What are you doing?” he demanded a bit sleepily feeling a nose pressing into his back.
“Shut up I’m cold,” Malik growled, only a bit more awake, shivering as he did so. Altair rolled over so he was lying on his other side though Malik’s face was lost in a darkness that was as illuminating as if Altair was trying to look through his eyelids. He could feel Malik’s hot breath, blissfully so, on his face and throat and returned the gesture of wrapping his arm around Malik.
“I’m cold too,” Altair complained when Malik inhaled no doubt to say something annoying.
“I hope the Master punished our instructors for this,” Malik muttered, unashamedly pulling himself closer to Altair to soak in his warmth. They shifted their cloaks to better cover both their bodies as they huddled together.
“I hope we get a break after this,” Altair muttered and yawned, “or at least some really hot tea.”
“Mmmhmm,” Malik nodded into his chest but didn’t speak. Altair noticed he wasn’t shivering now, and neither was Malik. That was good at any rate. Altair yawned again and pressed his face into Malik’s thick black hair tiredly before falling back asleep without any trouble at all.
They woke in the morning in a tangle of limbs and cloaks. It took them several minutes to wake fully from their cold sleep and sort themselves out enough to untangle themselves from each other. They had to dig another hole in one of the walls, it was still snowing. No less hard then it had yesterday either. They weren’t going anywhere. The only problem now was that they were both hungry. Going a day without food wasn’t to much of an issue, but now they were on their third day on nothing but breakfast from then and some pine nuts. Their stomachs grumbled all day. They just ignored their stomachs and instead talked, it helped pass the time, and eventually, as it always did, turned into an argument. Though this was arguing for the sake of arguing and wasn’t angry like sometimes their arguments could get.
“Hey Malik, go brush the snow away,” Altair said as the sun was starting to fall away from its apex and the air hole was covered in more than a little snow. Malik made to stand at a stoop to go do so but he couldn’t coordinate himself properly to do so and his feet slid out from under him. After the third time Altair just got up and did it. “Are you okay?” he asked when he sat back down.
“I don’t think I can feel my feet,” Malik said a bit of terror creeping into his voice. “What if I do have frost bite Altair?” he shot Altair a worried look.
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“Nope,” and Malik rocked back so he sat with his back against one of the walls. “We can’t let that close up though. So we can keep a look out and to get fresh air,” Altair nodded in agreement and swept his mittened hand through the hole pushing out some of the snow before retreating back into the relative warmth of the little cave. He sat next to Malik and wrapped his cloak around him.
They didn’t speak or move, trying to save their energy for keeping warm, and their proximity helped greatly actually since they were both the warmest things in the entire cave. Every now and then one of them would move and brush away the snow from the peep hole so it didn’t get covered over. All the while the snow never let up.
“My toes are cold,” Malik said at one point, sometimes after what Altair had to think was mid-day.
“Sorry,” he at least sounded sincere. Malik always sounded pathetic when he complained about being cold. “I doubt your feet would be any warmer out of your boots,” he added.
“I know that,” Malik shot him a glare in the dim light. “They’re cold though. I hope I don’t get frost bite.”
“You’re over reacting. You aren’t going to get frost bite.”
“You don’t know that,” and then they argued about various terrible places one could get frost bite. There wasn’t much reason for the argument other than to hear their own voices and to perhaps warm up the cave a bit more from their talking.
Night fell and the snow storm still raged. It was colder that night than before too and during the night Altair woke up when he felt an arm wrap around his waist. “What are you doing?” he demanded a bit sleepily feeling a nose pressing into his back.
“Shut up I’m cold,” Malik growled, only a bit more awake, shivering as he did so. Altair rolled over so he was lying on his other side though Malik’s face was lost in a darkness that was as illuminating as if Altair was trying to look through his eyelids. He could feel Malik’s hot breath, blissfully so, on his face and throat and returned the gesture of wrapping his arm around Malik.
“I’m cold too,” Altair complained when Malik inhaled no doubt to say something annoying.
“I hope the Master punished our instructors for this,” Malik muttered, unashamedly pulling himself closer to Altair to soak in his warmth. They shifted their cloaks to better cover both their bodies as they huddled together.
“I hope we get a break after this,” Altair muttered and yawned, “or at least some really hot tea.”
“Mmmhmm,” Malik nodded into his chest but didn’t speak. Altair noticed he wasn’t shivering now, and neither was Malik. That was good at any rate. Altair yawned again and pressed his face into Malik’s thick black hair tiredly before falling back asleep without any trouble at all.
They woke in the morning in a tangle of limbs and cloaks. It took them several minutes to wake fully from their cold sleep and sort themselves out enough to untangle themselves from each other. They had to dig another hole in one of the walls, it was still snowing. No less hard then it had yesterday either. They weren’t going anywhere. The only problem now was that they were both hungry. Going a day without food wasn’t to much of an issue, but now they were on their third day on nothing but breakfast from then and some pine nuts. Their stomachs grumbled all day. They just ignored their stomachs and instead talked, it helped pass the time, and eventually, as it always did, turned into an argument. Though this was arguing for the sake of arguing and wasn’t angry like sometimes their arguments could get.
“Hey Malik, go brush the snow away,” Altair said as the sun was starting to fall away from its apex and the air hole was covered in more than a little snow. Malik made to stand at a stoop to go do so but he couldn’t coordinate himself properly to do so and his feet slid out from under him. After the third time Altair just got up and did it. “Are you okay?” he asked when he sat back down.
“I don’t think I can feel my feet,” Malik said a bit of terror creeping into his voice. “What if I do have frost bite Altair?” he shot Altair a worried look.