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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:13 pm
Quote: Getting free Hot Chocolate from that new food truck seemed like a great idea at the time, and the blue sprinkles on top was just the cutest touch! A few hours later though, you just can’t seem to get warm. Nothing helps. Not a bath, not wrapping in ten blankets and not sitting in front of an open fire. Your skin begins to turn a pale blue starting at your fingertips, and if you were warm enough to remove your socks, you’d see your toes were doing the same thing. As the minutes wear on you begin to sneeze small bunches of snowflakes as the icy blue continues to take over your skin. Perhaps it is a good idea to just go to bed and pile on the blankets. The cold lasts for about six hours, and the blueish tint fades after you again get warm. Maybe you should think twice the next time someone offers you something for free… Well, the day had started out really great. Cassie and her twin had spent the morning at the mall shopping for Michael and the rest of her brother's new family. Then they'd had a quick lunch before hitting a few more stores to look for gifts for their mother. It'd been a fruitful trip. They'd left with bags laden with presents, and Cassie had managed to grab something for Cas while he'd been busy looking in a different part of one of the anchor stores. They'd even scored a couple of free hot cocoas from a kiosk on their way out to the parking lot. But once they'd gotten home Cassie had started to feel a little...off. It stated with the chills, which had only seemed to get worse despite throwing on an extra warm sweater. When the shivering refused to let up she'd decided a shower would probably help, and while she was under the warm spray of water it did, but the second she stepped out she was cold again. Admitting defeat she'd pulled on her warmest pair of sweats, grabbed a blanket, and headed up to the living room to look for her brother, unaware as of yet to the darkening, blueish state of her fingertips where they clutched at the blanket draped around her shoulders. "Cas!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2018 4:20 pm
Caspian was pretty damn pleased with his haul for the holidays. Determined not to make Michael feel as though he was funding the entirety of their marriage, and trying to make sure that there was a lot of appreciation in all senses towards not only his husband, but the rest of his family as well, Caspian had been saving for this for a while now.
He and Cassie had shopped joyously and eagerly, and had come back to the house practically buried with things. They'd stashed their gifts in various parts o the house to avoid discovery, spent a little bit wrapping what they could, and drank hot chocolate.
All in all, it had been delightfully festive and it had been nice to do this with his twin sister while Michael was at school.
At least until Caspian had started shivering.
He was already someone who got cold easily, and as Cassie had wandered off to take a shower, Caspian had too, emerging in a state of shivery chilliness that involved him putting on two pairs of sweatpants, three shirts, and one of Michael's extra large, extra warm sweatshirts on over that.
Except he was still cold. Caspian rubbed at his frigid nose and flung open the door to his and Michael's room to find Cassie yelling for him.
"What?" he said, fingers trembling as he dragged the sleeves down over them. "What's up?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2018 2:05 pm
She met him int he hallway and he looked just as miserable as she felt. Bundled just as soundly, maybe even more so. She could see the bulk of layers under the over-sized sweater that hung over his slender frame. She blinked up at him, brows creased as her gaze narrowed in the hand he'd just used to wipe at his nose, voice distracted as she spoke. "I feel like s**t, freezing. What's up with your fingertips?" And she pointed with one of her's that was sticking out of the blanket she had wrapped around her shoulders, only to give a startled squeak when she noticed the blueish tint of her own. "What the hell?" It wasn't a dye or a stain, at least Cassie didn't think so. She'd just had a shower, and she was positive she would have noticed if her fingers had looked blue then. It really wasn't the sort of thing you just happened to miss.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2018 6:13 pm
Cassie was clutching a blanket around her slender shoulders, looking less like his sister and more like some sort of winter creature that was getting ready to hibernate for the evening. Caspian shivered, wondering if he should take the very large and very fluffy comforter from his and Michael's bed and pull it around himself; the chill was biting.
"What do you mean what's up with my fingertips? You don't like the blue?" he said, frowning, because his nails were currently painted a bright, royal blue because it was a color that Michael liked and that Caspian found pleasing to look at. "I just did them last night."
He gave in and turned, padding back into the darkened room to reach for the dark gray comforter, Caspian tugging until the corners came loose. He dragged it over his smaller frame (both the comforter and the bed were oversized out of necessity and comfort), and tucked it around himself securely, shivering.
"It's ******** cold as balls. What the hell?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 1:38 pm
Blue eyes narrowed. "Not your nails, dumbass." The disdain was clear and liberally applied along with a disgruntled groan, and she had to wait for him to drag the heavy comforter off his bed but when he returned she was reaching for his hand to hold it and her own up side by side for him to see. "Look at the skin. We're turning ******** blue." Something was very clearly wrong with them. Both freezing, both with fingers turning blue. It couldn't have been a coincidence, and since they hadn't seen each other the day before, it had to have been something they came in contact with today while they'd been out shopping. But what? "What is with this ******** city and winter? Last year was crystal snowflakes and weird ailments, and this year isnt looking to be much different." Except last year she'd avoided being sick. kuropeco just added a little to it.
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