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Branwen sits up in the bed and pulls the fluffy soft blanket up to her chin. The cold night air was particularly crisp this night, and as usual Lars.. as big of a man as he is, was once again stealing all of the covers. "lars" honey wake up the fire went out!.. *she rubs his shoulder gently attempting to wake him* "lars" she whispers once more then with some annoyance she shouts LARS!
coming half out of a deep slumber, he mutters...huh? wha....what is it love? *slowly, cracking his eyelids*
The fire went out! she points across the room to the hearth. it's freeeezing! she shivers.

*she rubs her feet together trying to warm herself*
oh dear, your teeth are chattering! *quickly hops out of bed, slides on his house shoes, and gently throws the bulk of the bed covers over Branwen, and tucks them in on both sides...he then wraps his robe around him and goes to examine the hearth*
*yawns* shuffling feet, robe pulled tightly around him, mutters incoherently....still half asleep..."fire out"
*poking at the barely smoldering remains of a once giant log* tsk tsk....this won't do *yawns like a male lion* throws his cloak over his robe, grumbling barely audible words in the direction of the fireplace, he ambles slowly downstairs....flings open the front door, places his forearm across his face as a shield against the blowing snow, and howling, biting, wind...pulls door behind him, branwen hears the front door close with some force, as a cross draft pulls it to....lars walks to the side of the house, two the woodpile and retrieves two sizable logs, one redwood and one cedar, and plods back around the corner to the front door, his house shoes sinking deeply into the snow (as he, in a rush, had forgotten his boots)...he shoves the front door open with his back, the enormous logs astride his muscled forearms....he backs through the door, sits the logs down, and puts his shoulder into the door to close it against the stiff wind, he hoists the logs aloft once more, and plods back up the stairs.*
Branwen cant help but to be slightly amused at hearing him tromp up the staircase and grumble to himself. Branwen quickly sits up and slides on her fluffy slippers and jumps to the floor walks to the bedroom door and greets Lars with a soft kiss and a smile.
"let me help you"
"I got it hun, *smirks, returns her kiss* get those cute buns back in bed before you freeze, *smiles adoringly*
*bites her lip a moment while in thought* Branwen grabs a match and starts to stoke the fire with small wood chips and paper* *she blows gently*
*Lars carefully places, the giant logs on the rack and pokes them as they light...the smell of cedar filling the room*
*she steps behind him and wraps her arms around him as he kneels in front of the hearth* *she smiles tenderly and kisses his cheek* Thank you for going outside.
you're welcome, had to be done, quite a blizzard outside
*Lars steps out of his now soggy house shoes, and places them next to the hearth*
*Lars removes his cloak and robe, and climbs back into bed, almost falling back into bed like a freshly felled pine, his large frame bouncing the bed slightly upon impact, groaning satisfactorily as he lands, he snuggles in closely to bran to warm up, pulling the covers over them, careful not to steal too much*
*crinkles her nose and smiles wide*
Honey,
I'm not tired anymore.. *laughs*
*she runs her fingers through his hair and ponders getting an early start on the day*
"go back to sleep" she tells him.
*kisses his forehead*
mmm...OK he mumbles.