Kerosene Love

The cold bit deep into Oath’s magenta fur as he padded alongside Fairytale through the shadowed halls of the abandoned hotel. The building groaned in protest against the wind whipping outside, its once-pristine walls now a tapestry of vines and peeling paint. The cracks in the ceiling and refectiveness of his horns illuminated their path just enough to avoid loose debris. He turned to check on Fairytale, his cyan eyes softening with concern. She looked tired, her steps slower than usual, but she was here, by his side. That was all that mattered.

“We’ll find somewhere warmer soon, love,” he murmured, his voice steady despite the worry in his chest. Oath’s gaze swept the corridor ahead, spotting a door slightly ajar. He nudged it open carefully with his nose, revealing a spacious room with faded carpets and a fireplace still stocked with ancient wood. The air felt less biting here, almost inviting.

“This’ll do,” he said, stepping in and testing the floor cautiously before signaling Fairytale to follow. He began gathering bits of stray wood and torn fabric to start a fire, his heart warming at the thought of sharing a quiet moment with her, safe from the icy night. “What do you think? We’ll rest here. Together.”

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[Permission granted from Disaster to power-play Fairy a bit for the introductory post.]