You're Hoth, and It's Cold (Rima)

[Celty Ikon]

Celty shook his head vigorously. The temple would have more ghosts, and more things that would be likely to attack them.​

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"No. They'll get into my head. I don't wanna die like my dad did."​

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His arms went around Rima again, and he found himself simply standing there and crying.​

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[Slot 11]

Rima had only gotten a glimpse of Celty like this. It was back when he showed her his parents' graves. He wasn't confident or rowdy or smiling like an idiot. He was crying and trembling and clinging to her like a child. It was.... unsettling. Rima slowly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him in return.​

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"I'm sorry..."​

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[Celty Ikon]

Celty finally calmed down. His breathing steadied and he leaned his forehead against Rima's. If she hadn't been here, he probably would've lost it and started blowing things up. It was a pretty marked difference from a few months ago.​

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"It's alright, Filly. Let's just get out of here. Like, anywhere but this frakking cave."​

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[member="Rima Filenko"]​

 

[Slot 11]

Rima hooked her arm through Celty's as they started walking out of the building.​

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"Not much else interesting on this rock, though. Maybe we can build a snowman up top."​

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She gave him a sideways grin. The little bump on her cheek still kind of hurt, but she didn't pay attention to it. She also didn't pay attention to the feeling of another hand on her shoulder. A hand that wasn't even warm...​

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[Celty Ikon]

Celty kissed the little bruised spot on Rima's cheek as gently as he could, squeezing the arm she'd grabbed his with, and began walking back towards the camp.​

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"We should go somewhere fun next. Maybe Commenor."​

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A world with all sorts of weird sports, both legal and illegal. Definitely the redhead's cup of tea.​

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