#prompt fireplace

Iceland, three to seven degrees Celsius, and we’re camping. Everything’s so expensive, anyway—and you wanted to see it up close, that world you heard so much about, that you worked yourself to the bone for. But we came unprepared, idiots. This is a Muggletent, and we don’t even have a mat to separate our sleeping bags from the cold, cold floor. You cover me in a thin fleece blanket we got in town, but I’m still shivering, so you wrap yourself around me too. It’s like a fireplace, only in my chest; burning bright and loud and warm.

For@domaystic‘s day 24. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!