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Crouching down, Law starts up the fireplace in his cabin. The blizzard has been raging on for hours. Luckily, he had spare wood that would last for some hours before it all became ash. Facing the starting fire, Law feels a strong wind come from the side; almost putting out the fire. He stares at his lover at the door frame.
“Law, I came by”, a soft smile stays on their face while their teeth chatter. “I wanted to see you before you leave.”, his lover says, closing the door shaking. Law rushes to his lover to attend to their shivering body.
“Y/N - ya, you could have waited until the morning at the dock like I told you. That hike here would have been your death.” He scolded his lover while he removed the layers of the lover’s wet garments.
“I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you off… I was missing you” They say sheepishly. Law’s face softens with guilt.
“I’ll get you some warm water. Just sit down and make yourself comfortable.” A pang in his heart is set off as he walks to the kettle to pour warm water. His lover comfy on the couch, with the light of the fireplace illuminating them as they wait to be treated. Cold emptiness fills Law while giving a shallow smile.
Returning with a mug in his hand,“Here, warm up.” He sits down feeling uneasy by his sudden change of mood. His lover sips the warm water while leaning on his shoulder. They watch the firewood crackle.
The lover looks up at Law as he caresses their burning warm face with his tattooed hand. They reach up to his wrist, moving his hand down with both of theirs. Tears rolled down his face as Y/N bled their heart out with words. Law and his lover pull into a warm embrace and each other's lips.
As the fire settles down hours later, the soft light casts upon the lover’s sleeping face. The pang in Law rings. Alone he is after the affection received. The contrast between his warm skin and his sad mind is too much to bare. His lover, who gifts him care, unaware of the same hand that caressed them being around their neck. Tightening the squeeze of his fingers like tightening an air valve to fire.
Looking at the leftover ash and holding a heavy hand, he waits for the cold to consume him inside out.