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newyearcntdownTitle: Cold Hands
Author/Artist:jordannamorgan
Length: 300 words.
Summary: Ikoma isn't the only one who should take better care of himself.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Notes: The title is the prompt used.
Fandom: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress
Disclaimer: They belong to Kabaneri Committee. I'm just giving them love. :)
“Alright, everyone. It’s time to say goodbye to Mr. Snowman!”
As children groaned in disappointment at Kajika’s announcement, Ikoma withdrew from his concentration on lookout duty. He gazed down from atop the Kotetsujo to see passengers slowly regrouping and climbing back aboard the train—perhaps with a bit of gentle herding from the bushi. They’d all had more than an hour of fun romping in the newfallen snow, but it was time to be on their way. The longer the Kotetsujo stayed in one place, the riskier it was.
Ikoma waited until everyone else was inside before he followed. He was just in time to see Kajika throw off her coat and rub her hands together, blowing on them. “It’s so cold outside!”
“Weren’t you wearing gloves?” he asked in concern.
“I… gave mine to a little girl who didn’t have any.” Kajika pinkened, grinning awkwardly. “It’s okay. I’ll just warm my hands up with some hot tea.”
This girl, I swear… Ikoma sighed and stepped closer to her. “Come here.”
What—?” Kajika squeaked, her eyes widening as he took her hands in his. He drew a breath and gently lifted them to his chest underneath his cloak, pressing her palms over his heart.
Kajika’s pink turned to full-on red, her fingers twitching against his sternum… but after a moment, she relaxed, letting the warmth of his higher body temperature seep into her hands.
“…Thanks, Ikoma.”
The Kabaneri merely smiled, and made a mental note to buy her some new gloves at the next station they visited. For all she chided him about his self-neglect in favor of caring for others, she wasn’t so innocent of it herself.
And besides that, he really didn’t want to be her hand-warmer again—because her hands on his bare skin were like ice.
2021 Jordanna Morgan
Author/Artist:
jordannamorganLength: 300 words.
Summary: Ikoma isn't the only one who should take better care of himself.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Notes: The title is the prompt used.
Fandom: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress
Disclaimer: They belong to Kabaneri Committee. I'm just giving them love. :)
“Alright, everyone. It’s time to say goodbye to Mr. Snowman!”
As children groaned in disappointment at Kajika’s announcement, Ikoma withdrew from his concentration on lookout duty. He gazed down from atop the Kotetsujo to see passengers slowly regrouping and climbing back aboard the train—perhaps with a bit of gentle herding from the bushi. They’d all had more than an hour of fun romping in the newfallen snow, but it was time to be on their way. The longer the Kotetsujo stayed in one place, the riskier it was.
Ikoma waited until everyone else was inside before he followed. He was just in time to see Kajika throw off her coat and rub her hands together, blowing on them. “It’s so cold outside!”
“Weren’t you wearing gloves?” he asked in concern.
“I… gave mine to a little girl who didn’t have any.” Kajika pinkened, grinning awkwardly. “It’s okay. I’ll just warm my hands up with some hot tea.”
This girl, I swear… Ikoma sighed and stepped closer to her. “Come here.”
What—?” Kajika squeaked, her eyes widening as he took her hands in his. He drew a breath and gently lifted them to his chest underneath his cloak, pressing her palms over his heart.
Kajika’s pink turned to full-on red, her fingers twitching against his sternum… but after a moment, she relaxed, letting the warmth of his higher body temperature seep into her hands.
“…Thanks, Ikoma.”
The Kabaneri merely smiled, and made a mental note to buy her some new gloves at the next station they visited. For all she chided him about his self-neglect in favor of caring for others, she wasn’t so innocent of it herself.
And besides that, he really didn’t want to be her hand-warmer again—because her hands on his bare skin were like ice.
2021 Jordanna Morgan
