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]

There was that time not too long ago back home when we were having that little "race," and then the sparring match the other day, and then—

[garudas]

[If he was doing this to get her to kiss him, then he certainly succeeded, because before he can finish, she's crashing her lips to his without a care in the world for where they are or that they are surrounded by people.]

Alright, you have made your point. You may have one rematch.

[ramuhs]

[He smirks and laughs into that kiss because yes that is exactly what he wanted, his eyes shining when she pulls away.]

Back up we go? Or should we try the next hill?

[garudas]

[She motions to the next hill with a grin.]

It does look a touch steeper. Might as well up the challenge a bit, hm?

[ramuhs]

Hah, all right.

[And as they trudge over, it really isn't too much steeper, just long and with a few bumps and flat areas to give a little more challenge where one could try to do small serves to avoid or take them all straight on.]

If I win this match, does that make it all a draw and we need to do another?

[With that challenging grin of his, one might suspect he just wanted more races down the slopes—]

[garudas]

[Just gonna awkwardly waddle alongside him.]

No. If you win, then you can make your demands.

[An equally challenging grin back.]

But that does not negate mine.

[ramuhs]

Well if we play it like that, then we could add to our demands if we kept racing.

[garudas]

[She rolls her shoulders in a shrug.]

We could, yes. How many dates would you like to go on?

[ramuhs]

As if you have to ask. I'd take you one everyday if we could.

[garudas]

You say that as if you do not already have a big list of dates owed to me.

[Her finger crawls up his chest and taps him on the lips.]

But we can always begin stocking up now for the next year.

[ramuhs]

[A laugh as he playfully tries to nip her fingers, even if it's with gloves.]

To think you used to be so adverse to them.

[garudas]

Well, yes. Because you were relentless, even before we had become... this.

[She does pull back her finger, clicking her tongue playfully at him, and instead motions for a handshake.]

So, what do you think?

[ramuhs]

Sounds like a fine deal. It will go well with my own demands.

[He now starts "walking" to the next hill.]

[garudas]

[An arch of her brow as she reaches out to take his hand before he can get far, and she follows after him to their next challenge.]

You may tell me what they are regardless... once we reach the bottom.

[ramuhs]

[Waddle together, hand in hand.]

Oh I will, and I'll have enough time waiting for you to add to it.

[garudas]

[Just a pair of penguins.

She stops once they reach the edge and she feels her skis teeter over the crest of the hill, looking down.]

How very thoughtful of you. That is assuming you win this time.

[ramuhs]

I'm not assuming.

[A grin as he gets in position, letting go of her hand so they can properly hold their poles.]

I will!

[And he's going to be a big fat cheater and have a strong push off to start going down that hill.]

[garudas]

Cidolfus!

[She calls after him, and then grumbles, though it's probably loud enough for him to still hear her.]

At least I counted!

[Kicking herself off over the edge, she plunges down the hill after him, using her winds to carefully propel and steer her forward. She gains on him quickly, and if she keeps up her momentum, she might actually pass him. Unless he uses his powers like her—the cheaters that they are.

But there's a sudden pull of magic that is not her own, and one second she is soaring down the hill on her skis, and the next, she is being met with a face full of snow, tumbling through it as if it were a hundred times taller than she was now—

And when Cid looks back behind him to find her, he will not. The only things that will make it down to the bottom are her skis sliding, crooked, and the poles not far behind.]

[ramuhs]

[He will indeed try using his lightning for this, though might be a bit dangerous. After one push off, he uses his aether to dash forward with a crackle of lightning, covering several feet in one leap. It was almost as if he jumped forward, and it increases the distance between them considerably before he has to swerve to a stop at the bottom.

With a raised fist he yells out in triumph.]

Hah! See if your wind can keep up with...

[But when he looks back and doesn't see her—]

...Benna?

[—he turns his head around and around, wondering if she somehow passed him instead. But still nothing, and it won't be until he sees her skis and poles sliding down does some panic arise.]

Benedikta!?

[Two thoughts immediately come to mind: she fell somewhere into the snow or...

She disappeared.

Doing his best to push back that worst thought, he hastily climbs up the slope, calling her name once more as he searches.]

Benedikta, can you hear me!

[garudas]

[She can hear him somewhere in all the snow, or she thinks she can. Everything is so muffled when she is surrounded by it, but there is a sense of panic that rises in her when she cannot figure out which way is up through the snow.

When she does catch him calling out her name, he might spot a little wiggle from somewhere beneath a small mound.]

Cidolfus?

[Another wiggle, and a tiny feather pops up out of the surface.]

Cidolfus, I am here! I cannot—

[Her tiny voice is muffled again when more snow caves in on her.]

[ramuhs]

[Where could she...

....????

When he hears the voice, or a squeak, he freezes and looks around in consternation. And then he hears the voice again and finally spots the mound.]

...Benedikta?

[Uncertainty clear in his voice, he slowly climbs up towards the little mounds and stares at the feather that seems familiar before carefully trying to wipe off some of the snow.]

[garudas]

Cidolfus!

[As he brushes away that snow, it will reveal another feather that unfurls and sticks right up, and then a pair of big green eyes attached to a very large feathery head, and she is lying flat on her back, arms spread out on either side of her like she's making a snow angel.

Benedikta, of course, is none the wiser, though her eyes do narrow significantly when she sees him, and after she tries to spit the snow out of her mouth—]

Why are you so big?

[ramuhs]

[He just stares at her wide-eyed before there's a snort.

And then a very, very loud laugh.]

[garudas]

[...

...?

The laugh startles her, and she gives a wriggle in the snow. It must be really packed in there, and she gives a little growl at him.]

Are you going to free me from this snow or not!? Why are you laughing?

[ramuhs]

Sorry, sorry— Just a moment.

[He says through that fit of laughter as he carefully reaches down...

...

To first pull out his shellphone and snap a picture, bursting into another round of laughter as he picks her up. Of course, that's by digging his hand under the snow to scoop her up.]