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

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: Around places.
What: Cid and Benedikta follow a lead and sneak into a fancy holiday party. Event stuff TBA.
Warnings: it's them, what do you want from me



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[ramuhs]

[At first he cheers for her as she starts to make her way down, but then...]

...Benna... Benna, slow, SLOW!!

[Of course his words will go unheard until there's another shout as she crashes right into him and sends them both flying backwards into the snow bank behind him.]

[garudas]

I—am—trying!

[But nope. She's moving too fast, and wobbling too much now for her to get much control of her feet, and she crashes into him first and then sends them both tumbling into the snow, a cloud of white exploding all around them. The landing is somewhat soft, she hopes, broken by the fluffy, fresh snow, but her own is a bit uncomfortable when her face knocks against his chest and buries there.

With a groan, she lifts her head, some snow sliding down from the top of her hair.]

At least I know my aim is still true.

[She exhales deeply, and sends that snow on his chest up into his face.]

[ramuhs]

[Just a groan from his end. It may have been softer, but the snow was still a bit packed and he can feel the ache in his back.]

Aye, that you have.

[He then lifts a hand to stroke her back.]

You all right, love?

[garudas]

I was not the one who took the brunt of the fall.

[Though there is a very noticeable red spot on her face between her brows where her face had hit him hardest.

A gloved hand moves to cradle the back of his head, more of that snow tumbling around on them, and she looks down at him with worry, the same question echoed silently back at him.]

[ramuhs]

[He'll feel her hand and smiles at the touch before he cranes his neck down to look at her...

...

And then can't help the snort that escapes him.]

You sure? Have a bit of a sore spot here.

[He'll gently brush her forehead.]

[garudas]

[She makes a face at him, her brow pinching when she feels his hand there.]

Yes, you padded my fall quite well.

[And just to be sure—]

You are all right?

[ramuhs]

Aye, I am.

[A wry chuckle as he gives her a reassuring grin.]

Might be a little sore on my back, but better than my face.

[garudas]

I told you that a fall had better not ruin that pretty face of yours.

[She reaches over and takes a handful of snow and sprinkles it into his hair. She could probably get up, yes, but she wanted to do that first.]

That was a terrible first try on my part.

[ramuhs]

You didn't fall while going down the slope, so that's a start.

[And his brows will furrow when he feels that snow, so she shouldn't be surprised when she'll get a sprinkling herself.]

Just need to work on the slowing and stopping.

[garudas]

I suppose I likened the actual skiing part to flying. It felt no different, in the end... Besides the lack of full control.

[She makes a face and shakes the snow off her head, spraying at him with a hint of a grin.]

Stopping is much easier with wings.

[ramuhs]

[He has to close his eyes and frown at that sudden storm of snow. Wow???]

Is it? I remember the first time you tried and you were tumbling all over.

[And he's going to just dump more snow on her head! In fact he might make a little ball of it as if building a snowman—]

[garudas]

[And she stays perfectly still, honestly curious about what it is he's trying to do...]

Yes, but that was different. The wings were a part of me, these are not. Once I was used to them, it was fine, but these...

[She clacks her skis together, and that makes her nearly topple from him.]

[ramuhs]

[He is patting a smaller ball on top of her head—but now the little snowman tumbles down from the sudden movement, going splat right below his chin.]

Well you just need to think it similarly—the skis an extension of your feet.

A very...long extension.

[garudas]

[She's just going to smudge that snow all over his front.]

I'd much rather a large extension of my arms than my feet.

[She is about to lean down and kiss his red nose when the sound of someone's shouts come closer and closer, and she doesn't register that they are telling them to move until it is too late, and they are suddenly sprayed with snow as the person tries to come to a stop and fails, wiping out near them instead. Benedikta buries her face in his snow-covered jacket, shielding herself from it.

When she lifts her head, she shoots said person a look, even if they can't see her. THEY WERE HAVING A CUTE MOMENT.]

That may be a sign that we should move.

[ramuhs]

[And he is once again covered in snow. Right when things were getting quite warm, too, even with her smudging that snow on his front. If anything he probably needed that dousing...

But he will frown a bit with a slight huff as he looks up at her.]

You'll need to move first, love.

[Since he's.

Kind of pinned under her.]

[garudas]

...

Oh.

[She had gotten so comfortable on top of him that she'd almost forgotten. She does give him that little peck on the nose that she meant to, before she's just....

...

Rolling off him and onto her back in the snow.]

[ramuhs]

[He will smile at that peck though he might have hoped for more... But for now as he sits up and sees more skiers getting ready to try their luck, he shuffles to try and get himself up.

Except uh.

Hmmmmmm.]

Seem a bit stick.

[He wriggles around and tries to push himself up, but the snow is soft enough that his hands just go right into the snow. With his lower back deeper into the snow than he thought and his skis not helping, he's pretty much like a stuck turtle.]

[garudas]

[No he was supposed to help her get up—]

What is stuck?

[—because she is also sinking into the snow. She rolls over to look at him, staring, dumbfounded.]

You cannot be serious...

[Well, she is going to try and get up, but the motion only makes it more difficult for her, her arms slipping out from under her until she falls sideways.]

[ramuhs]

[Uh oh.

Well.

Seeing her in a bit of a pickle, he'll try again to move, but—]

Gyah—!

[The snow beneath him must have had an air pocket as it collapses beneath him, making him sink further in...

...

And that results in him just laughing.]

[garudas]

Cidolfus—!

[She doesn't know why she panicked in those few seconds when he sank into the snow, but she reaches out to grab him, missing him entirely until she ends up falling into the pocket of snow after him, landing gently on his chest with her legs sticking up and outward in a strange and uncomfortable tangle of limbs.

But the rumbling sound of his laughter and the look on his face when she looks at him is infectious. Rather than be the helpful wife, she... ends up bursting into a fit of laughter, too?

So much for that grumpy, ruffled bird reputation of hers.]

If only you could have seen your own face as you fell.

[As more of it collapses and cascades onto them.]

[ramuhs]

As if you're one to talk!

[It's said to between snow and laughter, and he can hear some people outside coming over to them in some worry. They may need this extra help as they are very much stuck in a way that may be impossible for them to get out on their own.]

Right mess we're in, hah!

[garudas]

[It is very much impossible to get out, but she cannot stop grinning or giggling, her cheeks hurting both from the cold snow and her smile. Somehow, falling into the snow with him has lifted her mood. Who would have thought?]

I think we have been in worse messes before. Though this snow is proving to be as formidable an enemy as those behemoths we used to hunt...

[She waves off the people that have come over to check on them at first so that she can stubbornly try to get up on her own, only to fall further in, her skis hitting and getting tangled in each other again. Yes, they might actually need the help—]

[ramuhs]

The behemoths were easier.

[Another laugh as he feels them more tangled.]

Give it up, love! Just get some people to pull us out!

[garudas]

I was trying—

[Nope. She doesn't even get to finish that before she's almost faceplanting into the snow, and already, people are moving in to offer their hands to pull them up, some taking Benedikta by her arms to help her when she stubbornly tries again.

They set her right and pull Cid up to his feet, and once they have thanked the people that have helped them up and have sent them off, she immediately leans against him and brushes the snow from his hair.]

You are still sure this is a good idea?

[ramuhs]

[He'll be very grateful once they're out, and now back alone he just chuckles as Benedikita continues to fuss over him.]

What, it was just one mishap. Surely you don't want to give up now, do you?

[A challenging grin.]