In the bitter, rainy wind, Aubrey regretted not grabbing heavier jackets for both himself and Ain. The taller man was hunched over beside him, his wings pinned to his back in an effort to keep heat conserved. His dark gaze stared outward beyond the bus stop’s overhang at the baleful grey sky and occasionally he would sigh quietly.
They hadn’t said much since they ducked in here, the roar of the rain loud enough it was damned hard to hear without yelling. But it was odd and oppressive to have the silence between them and Aubrey, unintentionally, stared holes into Ain’s profile, his lips pressed together.
When he reached over, he found Ain’s hand slick and cold and shaking.
“You’re shivering,” he observed as Ain jumped and wildly turned his face to stare down into Aubrey’s eyes.
“U-uh,” he half stammered, his eyes wide, and Aubrey felt smug having caught him off guard. Most of the time Ain seemed so mature and put together, knowledgeable and patient and those traits aggravated Aubrey. Sure, there was an age difference between them but who allowed that gap to be so palpable?
“What?” Aubrey asked as he knit his fingers in-between Ain’s, gripping harder when it seemed Ain might pull away.
“...What are you doing?” Ain asked, voice pitched soft, uncertain.
Aubrey wished, to his surprise, that he could understand the complex look on Ain’s face.
“Holding your hand. Obviously.”
“Ah. Of course.”
“Because I’m freezing,” Aubrey added, annoyed.
Ain had a look on his face that said ‘I can see through your shit’ but then he composed himself into an uncertain, shy smile. “Right. It’s cold,” he agreed and he shifted, slowly pressing his side into Aubrey’s.
His clothes were as cold and soaked-through as Aubrey’s but, beyond that, there was a warmth there and Aubrey gravitated to it. He kneaded thoughtlessly at Ain’s palm as they pressed close together, warming gradually as they awaited Aubrey’s ride.
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oc drabble #2: "you're trembling" + "fingers linked"
They hadn’t said much since they ducked in here, the roar of the rain loud enough it was damned hard to hear without yelling. But it was odd and oppressive to have the silence between them and Aubrey, unintentionally, stared holes into Ain’s profile, his lips pressed together.
When he reached over, he found Ain’s hand slick and cold and shaking.
“You’re shivering,” he observed as Ain jumped and wildly turned his face to stare down into Aubrey’s eyes.
“U-uh,” he half stammered, his eyes wide, and Aubrey felt smug having caught him off guard. Most of the time Ain seemed so mature and put together, knowledgeable and patient and those traits aggravated Aubrey. Sure, there was an age difference between them but who allowed that gap to be so palpable?
“What?” Aubrey asked as he knit his fingers in-between Ain’s, gripping harder when it seemed Ain might pull away.
“...What are you doing?” Ain asked, voice pitched soft, uncertain.
Aubrey wished, to his surprise, that he could understand the complex look on Ain’s face.
“Holding your hand. Obviously.”
“Ah. Of course.”
“Because I’m freezing,” Aubrey added, annoyed.
Ain had a look on his face that said ‘I can see through your shit’ but then he composed himself into an uncertain, shy smile. “Right. It’s cold,” he agreed and he shifted, slowly pressing his side into Aubrey’s.
His clothes were as cold and soaked-through as Aubrey’s but, beyond that, there was a warmth there and Aubrey gravitated to it. He kneaded thoughtlessly at Ain’s palm as they pressed close together, warming gradually as they awaited Aubrey’s ride.