i love the winter weather, 'cause the two us can get together

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Who: Franz (discretion) & Daedalus (gaveherwings)
When: 1/23, afternoon
Where: On SPU Campus (by a big hill!)
Summary: Sledding date of cute and adorable.
Warnings: Sap. Probably snogging. Will warn appropriately if it goes too sexy.

[Franz's bright red peacoat stands out against the snow. One must be fashionable even in the cold, and while Franz's high boots and woolen derby might make him look more suited for riding in a carriage, he's actually quite warm, especially with the scarf Kurt knitted him wrapped tightly around his neck. He seems almost luminescent amidst all that white, his cheeks bright in the cold. He's laughing, admiring the view from the top of the hill.]

Daedalus... it's beautiful up here! I think I can see our apartment!

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[gaveherwings]

[It's an almost-terrifying thrill, mostly because high-adrenaline was so frowned upon in Romdeau society, where there was no wind or snow or mountains, and more importantly no momentum.

So the free-flying speed and the feeling of a hug crushing at his ribs, the cold raw at his face as they fly-

It's absolutely exhilarating, and Daedalus can only gape, eyes deadlocked ahead at the stretch of hill. It passes quicker than he anticipates, and Daedalus mostly just tries to keep steady course.

Soon they're coasting a little slower in deeper snow, nearing the edge of the dormitory quad, where a small trio of collegiate girls are holding their books and looking on with slightly amused grins- probably at the sight of a pair of full grown 'idiots' behaving like children, who are nonetheless impeccably dressed.

Daedalus pulls back and leans into Franz, almost as if to slow the sled like a horse- and the sled does in fact rear up on it's front end, causing him to fall backwards into Franz, rope slipping between his gloves and away as they're dumped in the snow. The sled continues to slide away.]

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Oh no! A crash! [Franz is still laughing, though he grunts when Daedalus collides into him and they spill from the sled. He rolls Daedalus off him lightly, and climbs on top of him, straddling him.]

You did it! Here's your reward.

[What else but a kiss?]

[gaveherwings]

[He's still a little windblown and his heart is racing, so when Franz straddles him in the middle of a snowy field, in broad daylight, with a small gaggle of staring female onlookers-

It's just exciting enough not only to not care less, but grab him closer by the lapels of his peacoat to kiss him long and hard and freely, the exact kind of sloppy, senseless public make-out session that he'd call ridiculous and excessively like a scene from some unrealistic romantic movie, on any other day of the week, but feels just right in the moment.

Snow is clinging to his hair, and Daedalus laughs when they part, gasping, and shivering slightly.]

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I love you. [Franz breathes, bumping foreheads with him. His hat is off somewhere, his hair is a little wet and sticking to everything.]

Shall we go up one more time?

[gaveherwings]

[More enthusiastic snow kids might balk at the idea of only three times down the hill, or laugh at this pair of adults and their lack of weather endurance. It's almost criminal to come out for so short a playdate.

But for Daedalus, who's had almost nearly enough of this after two runs down, who's coat is caked with snow, and not so well lined for sprawling oneself out in the deep cold powder, and for whom the climb back up seems almost monumental, three seems...just enough to call it indulgence, then call it a snowday perfectly spent.]

Three times a charm?

[He laughs cheerily, his cheeks and nose pink with cold, and flakes clinging to his lashes. He sits up dizzy with joy, and leans on Franz to haul up onto his feet, still clumsy in his boots, worse as his toes are beginning to feel numb. He should have really worn a third layer of socks...

Oh. One problem.] Where did our sled get to?

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...Huh.

[Franz finds and replaces his hat, which apparently takes priority to the sled.] Physics would dictate... that way?

[Actually he's just following the runner tracks.]

[gaveherwings]

Yooou, [Daedalus pronounces as he reaches to adjust the hat straight with both hands and a lopsided grin] ...are just so charming, did you know that?

[Probably because he assumes Franz brought Physics into it just to try and level with his own scientific mind, which...is apparently rapidly dissolving into silliness with the cold and a just-been-kissed giddiness.]

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I'm not allowed to know it too much, it's not charming. [Franz pauses enough to tag Daedalus's hand and squeeze it a moment.] It's over there, half-buried! I think it ran into a tree...

[gaveherwings]

I don't know how you expect me to hold the secret in.

[Hand in hand, they go to retrieve the sled- a hardier thing than it looks, for crashing into a tree.]

...So! You still want to climb, one more time up?

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Can you get up there one more time? [Franz teases with a cheeky laugh, squeezing Daedalus's hand though it's difficult to feel him through the gloves.] Or would you rather get home and warm up? [And yes, the phrase 'warm up' definitely has its connotations.]

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Oh, don't fret about me Franz. I can get up!

[He declares breezily (also, connotations), and steps ahead, lets Franz take the weight of the sled this time, trying to follow perfectly in their last set of footprints, which is a bit more treacherous than it looks.]

We've got all evening to be home. I'm glad to be out- [He sinks down into snow on one knee, arms pinwheeling out precariously ] in all of this!

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[Franz can't help but grin at how enthusiastic Daedalus is, even stumbling along like a toddler who can't quite navigate in the thick clothes his mother dressed him in. He rushes forward to catch Daedalus, or maybe it's just because he wants to hold him close, squeeze him. Call it both - but it's a play to help him regain his balance, dragging sled or not.]

It's nice to see you letting loose and playing.

[It makes Franz think that he wants children with his man someday, which makes him think of the not-proposal around Christmas, which makes his heart sink a little, but he keeps smiling.]

Come on, not much further...!

[gaveherwings]

After security lockdown, android rampage, and far more overtime hours than I'd bargained for, I'm overdue for recreation!

[whichever was exactly the sort of bright declaration he'd never think to make, if Franz had never waltzed into his life and showed him a more active side to R&R outside of R&D.

the thought leaves him feeling warmed and grateful, and overwhelmingly sentimental.

He leans into Franz all the way up the hill, cherishing the day. It's a wonder, to be this way, in a love that keeps astonishing him little by little with fundamental simplicity of the ideal]

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[Once again, they're at the crest of the hill. Franz wastes a moment breathing in that fresh, cold air, and the sight of the snow-covered toy city.]

You know, from this distance... it doesn't look so bad at all.

[And he can't resist the chance to kiss Daedalus again, slow and romantic.]

[gaveherwings]

An assymetrical mess.

[Daedalus declares, but the view up close is certainly lovely. And then there's the sort of kiss that's almost too well timed to be real.

This is the very finest of ways to spend an afternoon, clearly.]

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[Well, you did call him charming. Franz takes his time with this kiss, as if to speak of all the plans he has. He sets the sled down carefully, putting his arms around Daedalus, hugging him close.]

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus curls his fingers into Franz's scarf and around his red lapels, pleased, and remaining there till his fingers remember that they're numb, and his feet begin stamping out little motions in the snow to keep feeling in them. He finally parts reluctantly.]

We'd best get down and home with plenty of safe time till siren.

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[Franz gives him a little nip and a grin, squeezing him.]

Do you want to steer, or should I?

[gaveherwings]

You can go ahead- sit, I'll ah... [He examines the sled with a tiny smile] I'll try and give us a running push?

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Okay! [Franz laughs, shaking his head a little as he settles on the sled.]

[gaveherwings]

Make sure there's space for me! [He warms, bracing his hands at the back of the sled, his shoes into the snow, for a good sound shove off that starts a little clumsily-]

Lets....try...a different...start! [with a bit of grunting effort, but soon he's attempting to hop on the back end on his knees and flings his arms around Franz's shoulders, hanging on for dear life as the sled goes coasting even faster this time down]

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[Franz throws his free hand up in the air, pumping a fist. The sudden swiftness and the slope makes his heart race, so much improved by Daedalus's arms so tight around him.]

YAHOO!

[gaveherwings]

[He's leaning nearly all of his weight, making the sled very front heavy, and laughing aloud in a spirited way- still not nearly as loud as his frenchman, but with a blithe sort of adrenaline-hysteria that's good to let out.

He'll sleep very soundly, tonight.]

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[It's over too quickly, a jumble of hills and buildings and white until Franz attempts to stop the sled. It veers to one side, but they don't stop, they steer into a high pile shoveled from the sidewalk and the sled gets wedged in with a loud thump.

Franz is laughing hard.]

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus too, curled right over Franz's back, is laughing and also trembling with giddy thrill, just about having gotten the hang of it. Still, this is right up there with the night they decided to give carnival rides a try, in terms of dizzying hyper-stimulation.

There is simply too much of this world to take in fully, but the desire to experience it all is fresh in him. He pulls Franz back, out of their headfirst pitch into the snowbank, and dusts some of the stray flurries and clumps off his shoulders]

We were flying, that time!