( closed ) All of your flaws and all of my flaws

[pontificus]

Who: Lucrezia and Bjorn
Where: Starting in the halls
When: backdated to cold
What: sharing blankets and getting to know one another

[She's managed so far, the cold crawling through the hotel. Her dresses are layered, but it seems nothing is to be done with the cold itself. She is hoping to pray on the mercy of others as she finally leaves her room, wandering through the frigid halls. Using her blanket as a shall, she moves in pursuit of some warmth.

It seems some others are braving the cold as well, and while she is still learning the names of each, a tall, blonde figure is more familiar than others.]

Bjorn!

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[jarnsida]

( The cold never bothered him anyway. Well, actually, it never really has, to be honest. Winter in Kattegat comprising of sub-zero temperatures and a substantial amount of snow is rote for him. Just a part of life. The only difference is that here, he has no furs to wear. His cloak has had to do. Though he also admittedly has layered his clothing well, which was fabricated from the warmest of materials possible.

So when he comes across Lucrezia in the hall, he does not hesitate to remove his cloak from his shoulders and sweep it about her own. His gaze is warm, and full of concern as it searches hers. )

My lady. ( She is beautiful as always, but looks unwell—chilled to the bone. And he is worried. She can't be used to temperatures this chill in the slightest. ) Come, we can sit together and warm you further.

[pontificus]

[She doesn't expect him to react in such away, but once he drapes his cloak over her, she cannot bare to turn it down. The thick material drapes over her shoulder and cascades down her back, far much longer on her than on him. But she does not complain. Instead she sends him appreciative smiles. Again he has gone above what she would expect, and more than any prince she has known.]

You are kind. [She walks with him, holding the cloak around her. Her skin looks even more porcelain now though her lips are tinged blue. At least this is warmer than the blanket.]

I had gone out in search of more blankets. It seems I am unaccustomed to this cold more than I should hope. I hope you do not think my southern skin too weak for it.

[jarnsida]

( It's common courtesy in his point of view, which each and every lady deserves. His mother and father both have instilled that in him, both with their examples and with their mistakes. His father's colossal failures with his mother stand out in particular, and thus he is determined to get off on the right foot with Lucrezia.

And she is not of a northern climate, to add to that. He does not wish for her to freeze. ) I would say "decent" more than kind, lady.

( The colouring of her mouth worries him. A stark contrast to her own concern, which would make him laugh if the state of her health weren't so urgent. )

Not at all. But we do need to get you warm. I don't think my card opens any of the unoccupied rooms abovestairs. But here.

( There is a ratty cushioned bench set in a small alcove in the hall, with a gaudy mirror above it. He tugs gently at her arm, and they are suddenly both seated upon it. Björn draws himself close to her with a look of contrition, and takes her hands in his own, rubbing their palms together. He won't leave her until she is warmed up sufficiently. )

[pontificus]

[She thinks of him even higher, for all his modesties. It is quaint which is in opposition of how strong he is. Then again she does thrive on the being doted upon much as he is now as he brings her to the bench. If she leans into him while he takes her hands, then it is simply because he is warmer.]

I would still call it a kindness, and I appreciate it well, Björn. [Her thumbs slide across his much larger hands as they dwarf hers. She looks down at them before tilting her head up to his with a small smile.]

And how are you? Does the hotel suit you?