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Also, since I'm in the business of posting selfies, here is one of me and a the cute keychain I got in an art trade with redgraveconspiracy! It actually just got to me because by the time it got to my house I was back at school and it had to be mailed to me there. I'm sooooo sorry I haven't made my half of the art trade yet! I wanted to do something Lolix for you but I'm terrible at coming up with OTP scenarios! I'll probably do something with the lieutenants... But if you have something you'd really like me to write for Lolix please tell me! I want to make something awesome that you'll really like. (Also I have been totally un-confident with my writing style lately but that's a whole 'nother kettle of fish.) I have Spring Break in two weeks though so I will definitely have something to you by then!

It’s Too Damn Cold

Finally! I have finally completed my half of my art trade with redgraveconspiracy. I know it’s way overdue and I’m super sorry! I wanted to make something you would really like but I kept putting it off because I’m not very confident in my writing. Forgive me senpai~

As requested, something “winter” themed (though it’s not really winter anymore hrrhrr). I decided to do something Lolix for you! I wanted to incorporate your blind Locus but I just couldn’t work it in. Maybe next time!

In any case, I hope it was worth the wait! 

Winter.

The lock was old and rusty and Locus had to tug off his leather gloves to fit the key into it. After a few seconds of frustration he was able to push the door open, only to be greeted by darkness.

Locus blinked, scrunched his eyebrows together. Unusual. The light in the small mudroom had been on when he left, with his partner shouting requests for supplies at him as he descended the stairs. Felix had the insufferable habit of leaving every light in the apartment on. He never heeded Locus’ lectures about wastefulness.

With a long suffering sigh, Locus toed off his military-grade boots, lining them up neatly against the wall amongst Felix’s scattered things. He shrugged off his heavy black coat and unwound his green knit scarf, both of which found their home on a hanger above the boots. When he had shed his winter layers he stepped into the kitchenette. Still dark. Several corners of the room, however, were illuminated with an orange glow.

Candles? Locus continued to frown. He knew that Felix was prone to occasional romantic frivolity but this seemed excessive, even for him. Not in the mood to indulge, he reached over and flicked the light switch.

Nothing.

“Don’t fuckin’ bother.” Came a muffled voice from the adjoining living room. “The fuckin’ power’s out.”

Locus deposited his bag of supplies next to the door and crossed the room to look down at the sagging old couch. There he found a bundle of blankets and righteous indignation that he assumed was Felix. 

“What?” He asked in a dull monotone.

A pair of amber eyes appeared among the blankets, then the entirety of Felix’s head. His face was that of a cat who had been caught in the rain, complimented by the matted mess that was his hair. “You heard me.” He snapped. “Power’s out! Friggin’ heat too. Something about iced over power lines or some shit. Jackass landlord doesn’t know when it’ll be fixed. We should kill him when we leave, y’know. Burn this shithole to the ground too.” Apparently recognizing the condescension and mild annoyance in Locus’ eyes he added, “What?! It’s fucking cold in here.”

This was another reason that Locus hated winter: Felix’s incessant whining. The smaller man hated the cold and wanted to make sure that the people around him were aware of it. If he was miserable it was only right that everyone else should be too.

Choosing to ignore his partner’s complaints, Locus simply said, “We have everything we need for tomorrow’s assignment.”

“Did you get the flashbangs I asked for?”

“No.”

“What, why the hell not?”

“We don’t need them. This mission is to be as covert as possible.”

“Ugh. Fine. Whatever.” Felix groaned. With what looked to be a great deal of effort he sat up, keeping the blankets wrapped around his neck. “Hey, do you wanna hit a bar or something? It’d warm us up.”

“No.” Locus said firmly. “We’ll need to be well rested for tomorrow. And I will not allow you to complicate the assignment by being hungover. Understood?”

Felix released another exaggerated moan. “You are absolutely no fun.”

“I’m aware. Now, I’m going to bed.”

In the space of half an hour Locus had laid out his equipment for the next day, washed his face and hair, and prepared for sleep. Before retreating to his bed he stuck his head into the living room to make sure that Felix was still sulking on the couch. Satisfied that the other mercenary hadn’t snuck out just to spite him, he retired.

Sometime later, Locus wasn’t sure how much, he felt his mattress shift. Immediately awake, he reached for the gun he kept under his pillow. One eye slid open, only to see someone with a matted mohawk climbing into his bed.

“Felix?” He asked, trying to sound groggy. He relaxed his grip on the gun, but did not release it completely. “What are you doing?” “Shut the hell up, okay?” Felix grumbled. “It’s just really goddamn cold!”

Locus watched through one eye as Felix made himself at home, pulling the covers up around himself. He opened the other eye when the other man snuggled close, resting his face in the crook of his neck. “It’s just fucking cold.” Felix murmured again, this time with less conviction. Locus said nothing, just placed one arm around his partner and allowed him to cuddle in and leech off his body heat. 

A few minutes passed and Felix fell completely still, his slow breathing the only indication he was alive at all. Locus looked down at the smaller man and almost smiled. Almost. From the bedside table a blue glow appeared and his cheap burner phone buzzed impatiently. Careful not to disturb Felix, Locus reached over him and snatched up the phone. The screen alerted him to a new text message.

Power should be fixed soon. Sorry guys! –Tod

Unfortunate.