A long, gruelling journey.

It started with a seemingly never-ending train ride.

That part was fine enough, the cold didn't reach you that easily, and you could simply sleep through it.

Then there was a bit of walking, pretty boring and tedious but tolerable.

You could notice how cool it was getting.

And then, you switched to travelling in the back of a carriage, which was possibly the nicest for views.

But Vanitas was struggling.

His hands were clasoed together and his breath was ragged; along with his cheeks an nose being uncharacteristically rosy.

He was visibly trembling beneath his coat and scarf.

It was obvious to anyone the increasing cold affected Vanitas more than you entirely, and his hand reached out gently and clasped your sleeve.

He could only ask this of you, his lover, for something as minor as affection.

"It's so cold... Can you... Can you stay by my side?"