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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Maybe you should put your legs over my shoulders! [Franz teases, hearkening back to a bit of dirty talk from a few nights ago. He gives Daedalus's shoulders a quick squeeze before settling in. He climbs onto the sled.]

Okay, we need to push it down!

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[If his cheeks and the tips of his ears were not already red with cold-]

Oh no no, Franz, we couldn't, not here! [Daedalus protests with snicker, a mockingly overbaked propriety that hints at so much less protesting when warmed and somewhere private, inside.

He digs the heels of his boots into the snow, shifting his weight to walk the sled forward while finding sturdy purchase of his gloved hands around the peacoat, deciding that Franz's shoulder's aren't such a good grip, and that his safest bet is to hug firmly 'round his middle.

There's an awkward bit of grunting to scoot them to the teetering edge of the hill, and somewhere in the midst of it he's dipping his chin forward to whisper closer to his ear.]

You can show me how an evening in the alps goes, later.

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[Franz wishes he had time to steal a kiss there, but their weight shifts and they start coasting down the hill! Instead, he throws one arm out, yelling.]

Wahoo!

[It's a bumpy ride, and they're going fast.]

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[It's a giddy sort of whooping- something he didn't expect out of Franz so suddenly, and Daedalus isn't nearly so vocal about the rushing thrill that swells up in his chest when the sled tilts, slides, and quickly gains speed.

He wants to look and the bluring world of white, but the cold is burning at his eyes and the ride is jostling, so instead he clings at Franz and ducks his head against his shoulder, practically shaking with excitement but virtually noiseless about it.

Franz's voice is clear as bells and like a child's though- and that's the nicest sound he's heard in awhile.]

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[It really does remind him of being a kid. It's been a long time since he's done something so fun that he got demonstrably excited about it, and he even manages to steer the sled to a sharp turn, stopping them effectively before they crashed or vaulted over something. Of course, the sudden stop is enough for them to get jerked around a bit anyway, and Franz loses his balance and topples into the snow, laughing the whole time.]

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[The of that turn momentum brings the sled careening around, with an impressive spray of powdery snow that arcs over head- and suddenly the world is pitching upside down, with half of Franz's weight on him, and his shoulder in a snowdrift, and there's pure cold sliding up the ankle of his trousers and down his neck, a mouthful of blonde windswept hair, and who knows where Franz's hat has flown off to, somewhere in the mix-

But Daedalus is delighted, and breathless, slowly turning over spread-legged onto his back and batting a gloveful of snow towards his boyfriend.

The chill burns, but it doesn't really matter.]

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[Franz is still laughing, groping about for his hat. It's difficult to distinguish his glow in the brightness of snow, yet he does seem luminescent, bright, an apple-cheeked, fair-haired snow angel with twinkling eyes as he replaces his hate with a snicker.

And promptly chucks a powdery snowball at Daedalus.]

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[Daedalus sputters, the snow bursting over his coat, flakes clinging to the wool. He laughs, warm-eyed, and contents to sprawl in the snow, gazing over at him.

His teeth shiver with every intake of breath, but he's a little bit taken by the way Franz looks here, picture-perfection, red on white with splashes of pale-lit cream and gold. The moment seems to hang...

And then he's pulling himself back upright onto his knees and dusting off the snow, trying a climb to his feet and promptly stumbling over himself when the white ground gives about five inches in.

He puffs a laugh at himself like a snort, and reaches for the overturned sled.] Another go like that, and we're lucky we don't break our necks!

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[Franz just grins. He finds Daedalus adorably awkward in the snow, snuffly and confused and clumsy and beautiful as ever, his usually-so-neat dark hair falling in his face.]

Oh, it'll be worse next time. You're driving!

[That clap on the back is probably not very reassuring.]

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Oh-Hoh! [Snow fluffs off his shoulders with one of Franz's signature hearty claps to the back. He grabs up the sled robe, not so conscious of how ruffled he looks, only that it's difficult to trudge through snow, maybe more difficult, even, than the awkward heaviness and give of beach sand.]

Are you certain you want to subject yourself to that?

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Yes! It's going to be hilarious. [Franz gives Daedalus a brief squeeze around the shoulders, tromping through the snow up the hill only slight ahead of him. He's cold, yes, but the laughter and warmth of exertion is warming him.]

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[ hilarious, hm? Daedalus makes a softly miffed sound, tugging at the sled, and trudging with a strong suspicion that they'll only manage a few rounds of this before ducking off to the campus care, bruised and shivering.

It makes him feel old and young, revived, and very aware that despite the twice-a-week yoga, he's sorely out of shape for outdoor activity.

He's feeling breathless, halfway up the hill, and so his lungs try to overcompensate by straining above his normal conversational volume]

Tell me more about skiing in the Alps! Was that another vacation you took with Albert and Eugenie?

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Yes! I went along with Albert and his parents on more than one occasion. When we turned fourteen, we went on our own and coincided our trip with Eugenie - her parents didn't always want us hanging out in spite of the engagement, because, well, boys and girls... [Franz shakes his head.] Skiing is really fun! It's nice to breathe in all that cold air, and it's faster and you need better balance than for sledding.

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Boys and girls...Huh? ...Oh. [The blank look flatters into a faint, wry smirk- he trudges harder to catch up side by side, and loops his free arm through Franz's, leaning in with a roll of his eyes, the sled still heavy on his other arm- maybe it would have been easier to carry it, instead of dragging?] Well I suppose it is quite different, when it runs the risk of procreation, and you don't have entourage at your heels to chaperone.

I imagine mountains are wonderful- I saw them with Shiroe, when we were watching Planet Earth.

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They are. I always preferred the beach, personally, but I guess I do miss those mountains. And a big lodge with a roaring fire after a long day, there's nothing like it. [Franz claps Daedalus on the back again, grinning. It's nice to talk about the past, sometimes, without it being too bittersweet.]

I bet you'd be good at skiing. If we ever go to the mountains, I'll teach you.

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I bet I'd have terrible balance! [He laughs, shaking his head. The hill seems so much longer, on the way up.] But I'd give it a try anyway.

We won't need a roaring fire tonight, though. All of this cold weather is going to knock me right out once I get back in a proper bed, just watch.

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And here I thought you wanted me to show you how we pass the long, dark nights in the Alps. [Franz teases in a singsong voice. Curling up with his lover isn't really a bad idea either, and after a day out in the cold like this they might both be a bit sore and exhausted.]

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Mmm...well...you can always show me how to pass the brisk, cold mornings? [Daedalus counters just as breezily, rubbing his gloves together to generate a bit of heat]

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Breakfast in bed. And sex. Not necessarily in that order. [Franz stops, cupping both of Daedalus's hands into his own and blowing warm air over his fingers.]

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[He watches Franz's frosting breath waft over their hands, eyes drawn to his lips, and Daedalus finds he's altogether quite welcoming of that idea.]

Next time, I'll try not get snowed in away from home.

[Apologetically, he wobbles in the crunch of deep underfoot snow again, when trying to settle even kisses at Franz's luminescent cheek]

...Come on. It's your turn to hold onto me like you life depends on it.

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Don't I already do that? [Franz smiles sweetly, though, and settles on the sled, patting the center part between his legs where Daedalus will be meant to sit.]

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[But he doesn't sit just yet, tugging the sled up a few inches more to the very crest of the hill.]

Now and again.

[And he settles in gingerly, leaning his weight back so as to not start slipping forward till he has good grip on the toboggan's steering.] Okay, all set? 1...2...

[He jerks his weight forward and the sled teeters, before coasting down the incline]

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[Franz is polite enough not to shout in Daedalus's ear. He does laugh loudly, and holds onto Daedalus, indeed, like his life depends on it as they whiz down, his heart dropping into his stomach.]

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[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?]