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"Chill"
A drabble written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scarvesnhats using this prompt.
With the window open he can barely feel his fingers and toes, numbed as they are by the first real chill of the season. Each breath is a struggle, both against the sharpness of the air and the pressure in his throat, but he cannot give this up. This smell of autumn, this clean purity of the world. He wants to breathe it in and cleanse himself. To forget. Or perhaps... to remember.
Despite the chill of the room, the chill of his flesh, Remus can still feel a spark of warmth in the center of his chest, kept alive by the memories of warm and comforting arms pulling him close and lulling him into a state of peace.
scarvesnhats using this prompt.With the window open he can barely feel his fingers and toes, numbed as they are by the first real chill of the season. Each breath is a struggle, both against the sharpness of the air and the pressure in his throat, but he cannot give this up. This smell of autumn, this clean purity of the world. He wants to breathe it in and cleanse himself. To forget. Or perhaps... to remember.
Despite the chill of the room, the chill of his flesh, Remus can still feel a spark of warmth in the center of his chest, kept alive by the memories of warm and comforting arms pulling him close and lulling him into a state of peace.