Kerosene Love

He kept close to Fairytale as she moved, his reflective horns catching faint flickers of light that bounced along the room’s faded walls. Her strength shone through despite her obvious exhaustion, and he felt inspired just watching her push forward.

When she kissed his cheek, he couldn’t help but smile and gently nuzzle her back. "You’re incredible," he murmured softly. "Just promise me you won’t push yourself too far. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you."

As she left to explore the hallway, Oath carefully unfolded the quilt he had found, laying it over the pile of dusty towels. It wasn’t much, but he hoped it would be enough to make her feel cared for. Hearing her sharp yips echo down the corridor, he let out a small laugh, the sound lightening his own heart. She always had a way of bringing warmth to even the coldest moments.

When she returned with her treasures, a mix of dusty towels and another quilt, Oath’s lips spread over his teeth to grin widened. "You’ve outdone yourself," he said, nudging her shoulder affectionately. "This will make all the difference."

Together, they dusted everything off and built a soft pile to rest on. Once it was ready, Oath pulled her into a gentle embrace, his warmth shielding her from the chill. "Let’s call it a night, love. You’ve done more than enough. I’m so lucky to have you."