escordvi | closed 🪶⚡ all i really, really ever want is under the mistletoe

[No mercy from this man. And Benedikta trudges after him, grumbling something about the snow under her breath. It's not even that deep or thick—]

Would falling not just be faster...?

[And perhaps easier?

As they come up near the lifts, she wrestles a bit with her skis, one of them nearly knocking her in the face as she tries to adjust them in her arms.]

I hope you know that I will not be catching you should you meet the same fate.

But more painful.

[He'll suppress that chuckle that threatens to escape as he tries to help adjust them better in her arms.]

And I think you should worry more about yourself.

[A teasing smirk as the lift approaches.]

[The lift that she does not see approaching from behind her as she continues to fight with the skis, even as he helps her.]

It cannot possibly be that much different from flying...

[Annnnd here comes the lift—]

I think it's different eno—

[He had been adjusting her skis so he didn't notice until it's almost too late.]

Whoa—!

[And by reflex, he steps back out of the way of the chair before realizing he. Shouldn't have done that.]

[Something slams into her from behind, and she takes a very ungraceful sideways fall onto the bench. Her skis clatter against each other, one of them finally smacking her in the face, and now she is moving... up and up and up, slowly but surely, the seat lifts above the ground.

She clambers her way up, staring down at Cid who she is leaving behind on the ground, and she screeches at him.]

Cidolfus! Why didn't you tell me that—shit—

[One of her skis drops and it slides down the hill towards him.]

Sorry! I didn't notice!

[He'll hastily grab the ski as he glances back at the chair that's slowly approaching.]

But don't you worry! Just hop off at the top of the hill, I'll be right behind!

[He makes gestures with her ski towards the other lift as he makes his way back to it.

SORRY HONEY LOVE YOU]

[DOES HE...]

What do you mean hop off—!?

[She has to grab onto the back when she jostles the lift trying to look back at him before she takes a fall, but by now they are probably too far for him to hear her over the hum of the lift or the other sounds surrounding them.

So she's just going to GLARE at him as she rides the rest of the way up.]

[He shouldn't find this as amusing as he does as he takes the seat as is it comes back. Oh he knows he's going to get an earful, and he is a little worried, but he can't help but think her ire endearing these days.

And whenever she does look back, he'll just cheerfully wave until they reach the top of the hill. He'll try to signal to her beforehand that she needs to hop off the lift before it keeps going to the next higher point.]

[Well, she thought they were going up to the next highest point, so when he motions to her to get off, it's a bit hasty, and at the very last second before the lift continues to take off beyond this point. It's already started to lift a little off the ground before she's scrambling from it, taking her one ski with her as she tumbles down into the thick, fluffy snow, a poof of it shooting upwards into a cloud when she falls.

And when he is close enough, he'll see her using the ski to climb out of the snow and back onto her feet, covered in white.]

I do not like these things!

[He really shouldn't laugh, and he does wince when she falls initially. But that poof of white and her trying to get out is... Well. He tries very hard not to laugh, though it will be evident as he makes his approach and hops down.]

Just a bit of a rough landing is all.

[Although smiling, he will try to help brush off some of that snow. Oh his poor dove...]

[She frowns up at him while she just lets him brush away the snow for her.]

Stop laughing.

[SHE KNOWS HE IS HOLDING IT IN.]

I'm not.

[JUST SMILING BIGLY.]

I ought to wipe that smile right off your face, Cidolfus.

[She staggers a bit when her ski slips slightly out of her grip. Her pout fades, and she grabs onto him instead.]

But I will let the hill and the snow do that for me.

[He can't help but chuckle at that as he steadies her.]

You may get that wish. I doubt I'd be able to do this in one go.

[And once she's steady, he'll just kiss her cutely on the top of her forehead before holding out her ski.]

[She makes a noise at that kiss, and adds another pout to the ever growing list of them as she takes her ski, holding them to her carefully.]

You say that, but I doubt it will take you very long.

[Grumble grumble.

And now she's going to wait for him to put his on, because she has no idea how—]

[HE'S NOT MUCH BETTER he did at least listen to the instructor at the time, but this is still practically his first time. But he can tell she's waiting, so after making sure they're on a flat surface, he'll set his skis on the ground.]

Now let's see... If I remember right, you put them on like this...

[Just crouching down as he tries to adjust the straps on the skis.]

You should be glad I'm not wanting us to try that other thing—snowboarding, was it?

[There's a long silence as she just stares at him...

...

.....

But then her eyes wander to said snowboarders, someone preparing themselves to go down the nearby hill on theirs. They wobble a bit, and then disappear, and she cannot see if they make it down to the bottom safely.]

Absolutely not.

[She starts to follow his motions, stepping one very chunky boot onto the ski to start strapping herself in, but it's awkward and cumbersome.]

I am not sure anything is worse than the skating we did last year, however.

[Despite the sharper tone, there's an amused arch of her brow.]

You still on about that? After this, we're going to try again.

[There's a bit of a smirk at that.]

I bet you after this you'll be begging to skate again.

[After testing the straps, he stands—and wobbles a bit because this is definitely different.]

[She very nearly swats him for that, but when she sees him wobble, she reaches out to grab him instead, taking a fistful of his coat so that he doesn't fall.]

I suppose the one benefit to skating was that if I fell, so did you.

[Yet another tug of her lip, and she gets back to work on fixing her ski, the second one even more awkward than the first now that she has one on. She might need a little help...]

[He'll give her a grateful if rueful smile at that.]

I'm sure you'd gladly use me as a cushion.

[And then seeing her struggle...]

Want me to get it?

Can you?

[She wiggles her other foot at him.]

If you think you can while wearing that... they are not exactly easy to move in...

Think if I scooch a bit closer I might be able to...

[And scooch he does, waddling a little with the skis as he's not so reckless enough to try and take wide steps while still trying to get the hang of it.]

[...

That snort that she holds back manages to fall loose as he scooches over to her, and she slides her feet apart slightly so that he has room, the motion making her lose her balance momentarily that she has to grab hold of him again.]

You look like one of those penguins.

Like you're any better.

[A wry look as he digs in the pole when she grabs onto him so he doesn't lose his balance.]

At least I'm standing.

[And then he's carefully crouching down to try and get her boot while muttering under his breath that he should have taken care of hers first—]

Excuse me?

[She feigns offense, though some of it is very, very real, as she keeps her hands braced on his shoulders even as he crouches down for the sake of her own balance.]

I am still standing, thank you very much. And I am at least trying to be careful not to knock you over.

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