magnus/lucretia cuddling prompt 'With rain outside'
The plane they found themselves in took the saying “when it rains, it pours” entirely too literally for Lucretia’s taste. She’d seen worse, sure. They’d all seen worse. She’d also seen a lot better, and honestly the idea of drowning just by standing outside was not really high on her list.
Deaths were not always very heroic.
They had accidents.
There was that one cycle where Lup and Taako had been daring each other with food for kicks, and Lup had eaten poisonous berries. The time that Merle danced his way off of a cliff. When Magnus and Barry ended up as snake food.
She didn’t want to drown on dry-ish land, either way.
“If you keep looking at the sky, you’re definitely going to invite something to happen,” Magnus pointed out to her. “Like, dark clouds and rain.”
“All it does is rain here.”
“Okay but not really? See, blue skies. It’s a good day to search for the light, you said it yourself!”
She pursed her lips. She had said that. Stupidly, under her breath, looking up from her journals for just a second. How Magnus had heard that was completely beyond her. It was like he had a homing beacon for adventure. And while everyone else was invested in their own projects, he had managed to drag her out of the ship, grip gentle on her wrist as she walked glumly behind him into the sparse forest.
“And I trust you, Lucretia.”
Despite her misgivings, a smile tugged at her lips. That was becoming a bit of a weakness for her, when the others told her that. There were long periods of time where she felt useless in comparison to the rest of them, and while she would never tell them that, having their trust meant so much.
They were both bent over the map Cap’nport and Barry had worked on to pinpoint the light’s location when the first crack resounded in their ears. Lucretia looked up only to see darkness rolling in, natural (for here), split by a brief streak of jagged light.
Heavy rains on this plane had carved through the earth, creating canyons, dangerous rivers, and eating the bits of land that still remained. She called the area they were in a forest, but it was a seriously generous description. Her fears of drowning weren’t exaggeration.
“Well, shit,” Magnus so eloquently put as Lucretia hurriedly stuffed the map into his bag.
A split second later, the sky opened.
The rain was hard, fat, and cold.
She staggered back at the weight of it. “I think I was a little bit wrong!” It took only seconds to be soaked to the bone, her clothes and pack almost too heavy to manage.
“Yup, but it’ll be our little secret.” He grinned at her, wide and happy and so empty of her own fears. “Now I need you to trust me.”
“What? Of course–”
This wasn’t the time to decide whether or not trust was an issue between them. Another crack in the sky had her jumping, but she refused to look up and get a face full of rain. And as these thoughts are swirling in her mind, the words on her tongue, Magnus had her thrown over his shoulder, one arm around her waist, as he jogged away from the open area they’d been caught in.
She was too astonished to protest.
When he placed her back down on the ground, they were under what was essentially now a waterfall. It was a small space under an overhanging rock formation, but it was dry. Dryer than them, in any case.
“I could have run,” she protested.
He shrugged. “I thought I looked heroic.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “And I’m a damsel?”
“Yes.” A couple of seconds, and then: “Wait, no. No? Yes? No.”
Lucretia rolled her eyes, but there was a fondness in the soft snort of a laugh she couldn’t help. “My hero.”
Magnus, in true form, flexed. “Anytime, anywhere, any cycle. If you need me, I’m yours.”
She ignored him. “We don’t have a lot of time left to find the light, and this weather isn’t helping us at all. For all we know, it’s dislodged the light from where we saw it fall.”
“All we can do is try.”
“I know, Magnus.” A shiver ran through her as the wind picked up, her wet clothes sticking to her body and creating a chill. “I just want to be able to get close enough.”
“We should cuddle.”
That - that was not at all what she was expecting to hear. Weren’t they talking about the light and saving this plane and curbing the Hunger? Maybe the cold and the rain was making her hear things.
“Cuddle. You know, it’s like extended hugging. I personally find it very favorable, but I think right now it’s more of a survival technique,” Magnus explained. That stupid grin was still on his face.
“I know what it- I’ve had experience- No.” She shook her head, brow knitting, as she ignored the warmth building up in her face.
His grin easily shifted into a pout, lower lip jutting out. “I’m cold.”
“You’re a big boy.”
“Save me, Lucretia, you’re my only hope.” And he opened his arms wide, wrapping them around her.
She was reminded of that snake who ate him.
“Magnus.” He was wet, and he was cold, and he was clinging to her tightly. “Your survival skills might need polishing.” Still, she leaned into him with no hope of escape, her arms at her side.
“Are you suggesting we undress ourselves and cuddle?” A mock gasp, and she felt as though her entire body had gone bright red.
“Just… stop talking.”