It wouldnโt have helped either, as it would not have been befitting of the image Ivan had carefully crafted of himself. Better to suffer in silence than to break itโฆโฆ although this time brought him to his limits.
โฆ. Heโs back from the shower, but oh no, whereโs his husband?
If he was a smidge more approachable he could always have asked a squaller or tidemaker to help, but making that point now wouldn't help the others mood in the slightest.
He can take his time, Fedyor will see if he can find something cool to drink.
He truly did. And he wasnโt even a Squaller or Tidemaker, and making a body not react to heat was dangerous, not to say stupid.
Heโll be right back, ready to listen to the cicadas with him.
@jovialgrisha comfortable. Of course, that made the exhaustion all the more apparent.
โAbsolutely. I have no doubt we wouldโve survived, but it really wouldโve been the worst.โ No, heโd rather enjoy watching his husband eat a waffle instead.
Nothing could describe Ivanโs current state more than pure relief. It was rather big luck that they managed to reach Arkesk and find an inn before the snowstorm hit that was now rattling at their windows. It was warm inside their room instead, and smelled delicious.
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@jovialgrisha โMuch better.โ Ivan replied with a soft smile, the soft mattress giving in under him as he sat down on it, completely in contrast to the cold, hard ground of Fjerdaโs mountains. The howling of the north wind could threaten them all it wanted, they were safe from it now, and-