[And just like that, X’rhun is lifting himself to place a kiss along his jawline, and it feels like a barrier is cracking along its edges. They have kissed before, of course — hungry things, wanting things — but this is different. Perhaps the inherent warmth is due to the cold swirling all about them, and nothing with his heartbeat colliding against his ribcage. Certainly so.

He exhales, breath curling white. The other’s scent had always been such a pleasant thing, comfortable— it felt like—]

Mm. Well. I suppose I have no complaints to levy against it today. Enjoy it while it lasts.

[—home. Since when had the other begin to feel that way to him? Where’s that old fear, has its edge been dulled with time, with a wretched Prophecy finally fulfilled?]

…Perhaps we might find ourselves someplace warmer now?

[Now that Ardyn has finished accosting X’rhun, he’s okay with heading indoors and out of the snow.]