'pull the blanket tight now'
The chronicle of the blue blanket, from how Jayce got it, to how it became interwoven into Viktor's very soul. (5+1 things Fic)
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Jayce never liked the cold. Ever since that fateful trip, the first sign of a blizzard, of snow, of a mere drop in temperature, he and Mom would abandon all responsibilities and stay home where it was warm and safe. Mom would have him excused from school, as he would help her make sancocho and hot cocoa, an odd combo of flavor but nine-year-old Jayce had insisted and a tradition it had become. They would huddle up together before the fire, sipping on their hot soup and drinks, bundled up under Grandmotherβs blanket and traded stories, from the latest town gossip to the most fantastical tales they could make up. He loved their silly little tradition, it always made him less afraid of the cold raging on outside.
When he first moved out of the Talis Home, Ximena insisted he take Grandmotherβs blanket with him to the new place, a piece of home she said. A lot of back and forth was had before he finally relented, but not before commissioning her another blanket nearly identical for her to keep. It wasnβt the same as her Motherβs, of course, but she still appreciated it, and it lived on her couch now where she often spent her evenings with a book. Jayce liked to think it was a piece of him she was keeping in return.