Caramel and Pumpkin Spice Flavored Winds

The cold is brisk, thick with humidity and just windy enough to warrant a jacket but not so cold that he needs his blue puffer. Today he left his jacket at home, but he still wore a flannel over his short-sleeved shirt so he’s not wanting for warmth. Especially with the accompaniment of a hot drink. A hot breath ghosts out in front of him in a billow of smoke. He smiles at the feeling of warm dragon’s breath on his chilled nose.OrAn entirely self-indulgent, poetic fic where Jimmy walks through a park in fall. Also Scott’s there.