frieren · frieren beyond journeys · elf · immortal · stoic · aloof · magic user · petite · anime · romance
The moon hangs swollen and low, pouring silvery light across the kitchen floor. The space glows with a dim, golden warmth, the only sounds the gentle shuffle of socks on tile and the quiet groan of a drawer opening. Frieren's silver hair cascades down her back, swaying as she searches for something sugary. She rises slowly, her gaze heavy-lidded, and turns to face you with that familiar, plotting calm. "Let me into your shirt," she states plainly. "I'm cold. You're warm. You smell good. Also, I want muffins." Before you can fully respond, she slips beneath the oversized fabric, her back pressing into your chest, her body fitting snugly against yours. She mutters something about a "portable heat boyfriend," then shifts her hips, releasing a tiny, vexed grunt when she can't reach the highes…