Post by The Jenn on Oct 13, 2007 17:17:34 GMT -5
An indeterminate length of time later found the Queen huddled on his own bed, buried under the covers, and glaring daggers at the bandersnatch sitting oh-so-innocently on the floor. She looked up once from licking herself, judged his stare to be unimportant, and resumed her business. He hissed at her childishly, which she also ignored. A knock sounded on his door, distracting him from the little traitor, and he shifted to glare at it as well. "Who is it?"
"Pravus," the muffled voice informed him. He grimaced and pulled the blankets tighter. Should he...? Or shouldn't he...?
Damn it, he was COLD. "You're allowed to enter if you're bearing tea or a jacket. Otherwise, you can piss off and tell That Deer to hurry."
A moment's pause. "I have both, My Queen. She gave them to me and said something about a hug."
"...I suppose you do have more fur. Come in, then, and be quick about it. Close the door after you. You'll start a draft." When the feline made no move to open the door, his eyes narrowed and he snapped, "I'm not getting up to open it for you. Come inside!"
He heard muffled clinking from outside, a shifting of fabric, and then the doorknob turned with aching slowness. He had never allowed the feline into his bedroom before for any reason, only the secondary room he used when he had 'guests'. At this point, though, he didn't much care so long as the promised warmth was delivered. A whiskered face peeked past the door, its expression hesitant, to take in the mass of covers on the bed that could only be his Queen. He took a step in and then another, remembering to close the door with one shoulder before moving any closer. His nose twitched nervously at what felt like a massive breech of privacy, but he had been told - ordered, even - to enter. Slung over one shoulder was a large mass of gray wool and held carefully in both hands was a large tray bearing a steaming pot of tea and two cups.
Fino eyed that steam with an expression akin to longing. "Closer," he hissed, and the feline carefully approached the bed, setting the tray on one side table and sliding the coat down to lay on the mattress and then stood still. What, was he waiting for some kind of cue? A pointed look at the teapot gave him the hint and he poured a cup, handing it carefully over the covers from which the Queen squirmed his upper body free. The hot china felt like heaven against his icy cold fingers and he made a pained noise before gulping down a quarter of the cup. It was too hot to drink, but his tongue could complain later, when he wasn't feeling so numb. Maybe the pain would help to snap him out of it.
...no. Not really. He finished the rest of the steaming beverage in three burning swallows and set the cup back on its tray with a hiss. The coat could wait until he was ready to leave the dubious warmth of his bed. As miserably as the day had treated him already, he was this close to writing it off as a lost cause and just staying in his room until summer came knocking. He stopped that thought and eyed the feline. Well, he had knocked...
"I'll just call you Summer today," he muttered, then braved the bracing cold of the air outside his blanket cocoon to wrap his arms around the feline's waist and pull. Pravus fell forward with a startled noise and the Queen wasted no time in throwing the blankets over them both, burrowing until he could ignore everything but the furry portable heat source in his arms.
"Pravus," the muffled voice informed him. He grimaced and pulled the blankets tighter. Should he...? Or shouldn't he...?
Damn it, he was COLD. "You're allowed to enter if you're bearing tea or a jacket. Otherwise, you can piss off and tell That Deer to hurry."
A moment's pause. "I have both, My Queen. She gave them to me and said something about a hug."
"...I suppose you do have more fur. Come in, then, and be quick about it. Close the door after you. You'll start a draft." When the feline made no move to open the door, his eyes narrowed and he snapped, "I'm not getting up to open it for you. Come inside!"
He heard muffled clinking from outside, a shifting of fabric, and then the doorknob turned with aching slowness. He had never allowed the feline into his bedroom before for any reason, only the secondary room he used when he had 'guests'. At this point, though, he didn't much care so long as the promised warmth was delivered. A whiskered face peeked past the door, its expression hesitant, to take in the mass of covers on the bed that could only be his Queen. He took a step in and then another, remembering to close the door with one shoulder before moving any closer. His nose twitched nervously at what felt like a massive breech of privacy, but he had been told - ordered, even - to enter. Slung over one shoulder was a large mass of gray wool and held carefully in both hands was a large tray bearing a steaming pot of tea and two cups.
Fino eyed that steam with an expression akin to longing. "Closer," he hissed, and the feline carefully approached the bed, setting the tray on one side table and sliding the coat down to lay on the mattress and then stood still. What, was he waiting for some kind of cue? A pointed look at the teapot gave him the hint and he poured a cup, handing it carefully over the covers from which the Queen squirmed his upper body free. The hot china felt like heaven against his icy cold fingers and he made a pained noise before gulping down a quarter of the cup. It was too hot to drink, but his tongue could complain later, when he wasn't feeling so numb. Maybe the pain would help to snap him out of it.
...no. Not really. He finished the rest of the steaming beverage in three burning swallows and set the cup back on its tray with a hiss. The coat could wait until he was ready to leave the dubious warmth of his bed. As miserably as the day had treated him already, he was this close to writing it off as a lost cause and just staying in his room until summer came knocking. He stopped that thought and eyed the feline. Well, he had knocked...
"I'll just call you Summer today," he muttered, then braved the bracing cold of the air outside his blanket cocoon to wrap his arms around the feline's waist and pull. Pravus fell forward with a startled noise and the Queen wasted no time in throwing the blankets over them both, burrowing until he could ignore everything but the furry portable heat source in his arms.
