| [May. 31st, 2009|07:04 pm] |
"I think I read that one. Did they have a roaring bonfire too, or was that just the heat of their blazing passion?" Natsumi twisted her hand to grip his wrist in turn; her fingers didn't quite meet around the heavy weight of bone. She pushed up as he pulled, and they ended nearly staggering into each other, barely able to stand. Her legs were as weak as an hour-old kitten's. She resisted the urge to lean into Asuma; he didn't look much steadier.
The paling blue of his lips worried her almost more than the dark red stain under his hand. How long did it take for hypothermia to set in? They must have covered it in genin survival training, but her thoughts flitted in obstinate circles away from the memory; all she could think of now was sharing body heat.
There had to be some better method than that. Especially when both of them were slowly freezing into bloody icicles. Natsumi raked her straggling hair out of her face and glanced up into the dark woods looming beyond the riverbank. Dry wood in plenty, but shelter would be harder to find.
"A bonfire would be nice." She tottered a step sideways and bent slowly to retrieve her discarded mask, creaking like an old woman as she straightened again. "I'm not sure I can muster up passion just now." |
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