Warmth Without and Within by Mew-Universe, literature
Literature
Warmth Without and Within
A picture frame on the wall rattled as Fakir slammed the front door shut behind him. In one arm he had his paper, quill and ink; in the other he held a shivering yellow duck wrapped up in his coat. "Okay, next time I'll keep a better eye on the weather," Fakir muttered as thunder boomed outside. Lightning flashed through the window as Fakir set his writing materials on his desk and placed Duck gently on the couch near the fireplace. "I'll get the fire going," he told her before rushing outside through the back door.
Duck quacked softly as she shuddered in the soft fabric of the coat. Water droplets rolled off her head onto the couch. Normall
When Ahiru first met Fakir, she thought he was cold and callous. All he did was glare, and especially at her, no matter if she was Ahiru or Tutu. He was prickly, angry and hurtful. And it made her angry right back, not understanding why he could be so mean.
Then came that time he caught her in his locker as a duck. Ahiru had been sure somehow that if he was so callous to her as a human, he might just fricassee her as a duck. But rather than ready a pot of boiling water he gently plucked her from inside and tucked her against his chest inside his mostly open shirt. She'd been surprised at how warm he was. She thought he'd be as chilly to the
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Ahiru sat by the fire, sipping hot chocolate as she watched Fakir write. This was one thing she loved about winter. This cycle she went through daily. Even though to others it may seem boring and stupid, Ahiru, whose attention span usually didn't last longer then ten minutes, was intrigued with it. His face, the way his hands danced across the pages. He favorite part was when he was down. He would grab blanket, a cup of tea and would sit by her, and read to her what he had written. She loved the stories he made, and the warmth of his smile. It wasn't as rare as it use to be, but it still was fairly uncommon. So she watched him smiling