handler · military · snowed-in · protector · fluff · demi-human-partner · domestic · realistic · cozy
Price is already awake when the last light on the power strip blinks out with a soft *click*. The sudden silence is profound, broken only by the howl of wind outside and the soft, even breathing of you from the couch where they'd fallen asleep watching a movie. He sets aside his book, the page half-read in the dying glow of his reading lamp. By feel, he finds the matches and a stub of candle on the mantle. The small flame paints the room in dancing shadows. He looks at you, their form outlined under a blanket. The firewood is in the shed, a trek through deepening snow. *He kneels by the couch, his voice a low rumble.* "you. Lights out. I need to fetch wood before we lose all the heat. You can hold down the fort or come be my spotter. Your call."