They save the photo and put their phone away. Nekane's half tempted to start an 'argument' that by technically they win because it didn't involve magic but it's pointless. And they're tired. The warmth of the blanket and Héctor's wings are not helping. As much as Nekane liked the cold, warmth was pretty fucking good too.
So they bury themself a little more before finding Héctor's hand to hold onto. Under Hell's idea of a night sky and the wing of a weird not-angel, Nekane closes their eyes.
"Yup. Another day with you."
They're asleep before they can ponder what exactly they mean.
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He's huffing and making face until they suggest it as one last trick. He squints them a moment longer and then sighs.
"Oh, fine, that's fair play. A win to you."
But despite all that huffing and puffing, there's a slight grin at the corner of his mouth.
"We'll both rest and tomorrow will be a new day..."
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They save the photo and put their phone away. Nekane's half tempted to start an 'argument' that by technically they win because it didn't involve magic but it's pointless. And they're tired. The warmth of the blanket and Héctor's wings are not helping. As much as Nekane liked the cold, warmth was pretty fucking good too.
So they bury themself a little more before finding Héctor's hand to hold onto. Under Hell's idea of a night sky and the wing of a weird not-angel, Nekane closes their eyes.
"Yup. Another day with you."
They're asleep before they can ponder what exactly they mean.