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Ahhh, the scent of a crisp winter morning is incomparable to anything else. A cold yet comfortable draft that perks up your nose. The temptatious warmth of the blankets, beckoning for your stay.
Wylenn was an avid enjoyer of winter: her hometown regularly saw cold weather, and she'd always play in the snow with her siblings. Even now she always awaits the arrival of winter, albeit not for the snow it brings. One of those reasons is enjoying a nice cup of hot chocolate, marshmallows included of course.
She cups her hands around the mug, relishing the warmth it spreads as she sips. Her thoughts linger on her childhood memories for a moment before they're interrupted by the slow creak of the bedroom door. From it, Vanessa haggardly stumbles out, her eyes barely open and amusingly confused. She glances around the area(Wylenn decided to clean up a bit since she'd woken up early) before squinting at Wylenn.
It looks like she got up early to clean. Again. Despite it being her turn to clean the kitchen this week. She knew it was probably because Wylenn woke up earlier than usual and needed something to do, but sometimes Vanessa felt like she didn't really contribute much around the dorm. It also confused her how she did that work in a very cold room without heating and no shirt or bra.
"I still can't..." she yawned, stumbling into the kitchen, "...understand how you stay topless in this weather."
"One of the benefits of being me, Nessie," Wylenn shrugged, kissing her as she approached. "I made you a cup of hot chocolate if you're feeling up to it. Marshmallows are in the cupboard."
"Mmmgh, thanks," she mumbled, picking up the warm mug (you'd think it would've gotten cold by now, Vanessa thought) and leaning onto Wylenn. "I'll pass on the marshmallows though."
She snorted, ruffling Vanessa's hair. "What, too sleepy to reach up? I can get it for you if you like."
"Nah, just..." she furrowed her eyebrows, craning her neck to stretch the sleep out. "They're too sweet for me."
Her eyes widened as time stood still. Trumpets blared and the world cascaded, end times now upon those without any repentance. The walls rumbled, His voice echoed through the lands; none are hidden from His gaze.
The adjunct of Heaven ousts the unworthy, those not befitting of His grace. It is without mercy, without consideration: it is cold and calculated. It is bereft of any morality. It is divine.
The heavens release their grasp on Wylenn as she is brought back to reality, prodded on the forehead by Vanessa. "Are the lights on in there?" Vanessa begrudged, her eyebrows furrowed even deeper. "I asked you what we should do for decorations."
Wylenn heard none of this, instead burying Vanessa's head in her bosom and cradling her. "I'm so sorry for you, unable to enjoy the simplest of delicacies in our world. Ah, such a cruel twist of fate is the life of a heathen."
Her face scrunched in confusion, still too tired to pull away. "I literally... just asked you how we should decorate our dorm. What blasphemy did I commit?"
"You don't like marshmallows! In your hot chocolate! Surely thou art cursed by a witch, one who desires your frail soul!" She nuzzled against her head. "Ah, I pray upon your salvation, forsaken one."
Vanessa sighed, realizing she was dragged into another random bit. "Wylenn, you already know I don't like anything sweet. That was literally our second date."
"Oh right, that's true." She pulled away, chuckling. "Oh well, I'm still praying for you."
"Fuckin'... yeah, okay," she grumbled, her grogginess too evident at this point. "Your boobs are strangely warm, by the way. Did you jump in an active volcano before cleaning?"
"Nah, I just have a heater built in. Came free with my genetics." Wylenn hopped onto the counter, swinging her legs to an imaginary rhythm. "What's this about decorations, anyway?"
Vanessa mumbled under her breath—something about "came free with your xbox"—before taking another sip of her hot chocolate. "I was curious if you wanted to decorate, given your holiday cheer n' all. RA posted something about safety or whatever, so I figured we'd look at it together."
"Sure, hon. I've got some spare lights in my truck—we can use those on the door outside."
"You don't even... know if that's allowed anymore."
"We'll just have to see then, hmm?"
Vanessa's tiredness was beginning to wear off, so she went to take a shower (alone, thank you she specifically noted). Afterward, they spent the afternoon shopping for Christmas decorations and the evening hanging said decorations alongside Wylenn's own selection of hand-me-down lights. The time flew by so quickly that Vanessa almost forgot about the crusade that happened because of her interest—or lack thereof—in cylindrical sugar pillows. But by that point she didn't care enough to remember, so she tossed it into her mental garbage can.
She'd had enough talk of her heretical nature, to be frank.