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Cil X Quill: Can't I just sleep? (fluff)

A/N: I don't know the ship name, if you guys know can you please tell me? I need it.

10am.
Saturday morning.
Cil is still in bed. Today is a day he doesn't want to move. It was the middle of a cold, harsh winter season and his bed was so warm he didn't want to leave it. Sure, the surface was nice. But, due to the fact that he felt cold and outside was frosty and terrible and the fact that the fire had died, there was no way he was going to leave that bed.

Quill had already gotten out of bed earlier than Cil, who was still half asleep, to light the fire again. As he sat cross legged in front of the appliance he could fell through the glass on its door the warmth that curled through the air as small, orange flames licked the wood in the fireplace. They gracefully danced around the wood, engulfing all the fuel in a flurry of oranges, reds and yellows. At least it was going.

Looking at this reminded him of a shitty superpower he got off Reddit.

He could talk to trees after they had been cut down, but all they would do is scream and cry for help.
Come to think of it, Quill was glad he didn't actually have that power. He didn't want to listen to screaming trees.
Mentally scarring much?
He shifted his position, leaning on one arm, his bones being warmed by the flames and the house getting progressively warmer and warmer.

Quill sighed, his hand giving a white contrast on the dark grey carpet. His breathing shallow and calm, ribs and chest moving with every breath he took. It was so quiet.
The only sound being the crackle of the flames in the fire and the sweet songs of the birds outside, chirps and tweets unique to each individual, harmony becoming real as all voices conjoined with each other. Making nature's orchestra.
There was whinnying of the neighbors horses, the sound of tearing grass as sheep ripped up the vegetation from the ground. Quill could faintly hear the playful bleats of winter lambs, he could imagine them frolicking alongside their mothers, playing with each other and enjoying their youth.

There were no voices. No yelling from farmers, no machinery clanking and scratching away. No barking from sheepdogs or roars of four wheel drives.

Just.... Nature. Silence. For once it seemed as if farm life had stood still and the animals were making their comeuppance.

On a cold winters day like this one, sitting in front of the fire alone was still slightly cold. If he had nobody to cuddle with in front of the flames it would only make each passing second longer and colder. This made Quill think of his other, Cil. Was he still asleep? Lord knows. To be honest, he probably was. And still, Quill wanted to hold him close and cuddle the smaller, keep him warm and safe. So, he stood up, one foot in front of the other. Kind of like how a wild stallion would stand after lying down. Then, he made his way to the bedroom, taking quiet steps, only slightly disturbing the loose boards in the floor, them creaking with strain.

After a few seconds he quietly pushed open the bedroom door to reveal Cil, asleep on the bed, covers tucked over him. He was oblivious to Quills presence by the door, and only stirred ever so slightly in his spot.
Quill smiled to himself and entered the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him. He did his best to keep quiet, which he amazingly pulled off.

He rested his hand on the dresser by the bed, watching Cil sleep. He looked so cute. So adorable. Quill took a step closer to the bed, careful not to make any disruptive decisions.
Being as gentle as gentle can be, he pulled back the covers a minute to climb into bed right beside Cil. He felt the smaller shiver as the sudden cold air washed over his body like a wave on a beach. Quill very tenderly laid beside him, now spooning him as he tugged the covers back over the two of them, now becoming warmer than anywhere else in the house. Quill held Cils hand in his as he cuddled into him, feeling the warmth of the smaller and loving him.

Almost as quickly as the shivering had began for the smaller skeleton, it had stopped as he felt Quill right beside him, keeping him warm. He had a small smile sneak it's way onto his face in his sleep.

They both loved each other, and on a chilly day like this one, each other was all they had to keep warm.