The Estate, Sidra, Glacia, Thursday (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

Winsol had been going on now for several days. The family had just decamped from SaDiablo Hall in Dhemlan back home to Glacia to continue the festivities in their own home. There would be several more days of formal events, but this evening was just for family and close friends (specifically friends close enough to be family). The children were tumbling around like puppies, a mix of Earth and Kaeleeran carols were playing from floating music spheres scattered throughout the suite, fires crackled in the large hearths, and food and punch and hot spiced rum were piled high on the sideboards throughout. "Happy Winsol!" Karla said, holding up her cup in a toast.

"Happy Winsol!" the room chorused back to her.

[Open to residents of Glacia, dear friends, and anyone who thinks they'd have gotten an invite]

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[lovemykilt]

Your home was named after a giant ice formation, Karla. There was no such thing as "perfectly warm" here. On principle.

"You know, people say that, but February is still just as dark and gloomy as December. I don't believe that's true."

He did, he knew what science was. He just wouldn't be Priestly if he didn't fuss.

[glacial_queen]

There was Craft, Priestly. Craft and fire. It was downright toasty!

"How are you still so thin-blooded?" Karla asked, hands on her hips. "You've been living in places with winters for almost a decade now, you should be used to it."

[lovemykilt]

By hiding inside, of course. "Just because I'm stuck living somewhere totally irresponsible doesn't mean I have to like it." He took another pouty sip of his rum. "It has nothing to do with blood thickness."

[glacial_queen]

"Don't worry," Karla said, patting his forearm companionably. "We've set up a sauna in the back gardens. After a few minutes in there, you'll really appreciate a dip in the icy lake! We'll get you acclimated in no time."

Helping!

[lovemykilt]

"Why would anybody ever want to do that? You know people die that way, right? Like, really easily."

[glacial_queen]

"It's only a short dip," Karla said innocently. "You'll be fine."

[lovemykilt]

"I will be," Priestly agreed. "Because there is literally no way you're going to talk me into doing anything remotely like that."

[glacial_queen]

"You can't possibly complain about the cold if you're passing up a chance to go into a sauna," Karla said, with no actual bearing on reality or Priestly's personality.

[lovemykilt]

"I'd like the sauna fine," Priestly pointed out. "Just not if the whole 'jump into the frozen lake' part is required."

[glacial_queen]

"Well, the trek from the sauna back to the estate will cool you off a bit at least," Karla said thoughtfully. "That should be okay, then. I'm just worried about you overheating!"

Or was being a troll. One of those.

[lovemykilt]

"Oh yeah. That was totally a concern about overheating. Definitely not a way to see my eyes go all wide and horrified for your entertainment." Priestly knew you better than that, Karla. ". . . How far a trek are we talking?"

[glacial_queen]

"Of course not," Karla said. "I'm far too sweet and beneficent to do something like that."

Which Priestly would totally believe, sure.

"And not very far. Maybe about a quarter of a mile?"

[lovemykilt]

"Why would you put it that far away?!" A quarter of a mile was a long way when there was cold and snow! A very long way! "You people are all insane. You know that, right?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah snickered and offered him her spiced rum. "This reminds me that we have to lay in another snow-suit for you." You'll look like the Michelin Man, wandering around New Gotham, Priestly!

[lovemykilt]

"Or you could just let me stay home all winter like a rational person."

Or, you know, like a bear. One of those.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah smirked at him. He was so cute when he was delusional.

"The Wayne New Year's Eve Party is non-optional. Still." At least Wayne Tower was well-heated for that, even with the rooftop ballroom. "This year it might not even get hijacked!"

Ahahahahhaha.

"Besides, you love snow." ... sort of.

[lovemykilt]

"What on earth did I do to give you that idea?" He actually enjoyed snow on a very short-term basis. Very short term. If it didn't melt by the end of the day, he got very sulky.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You do! You like it when it first shows up, and there's snowflakes melting on your tongue." Or Dinah's, stuck out to catch more than a few. "I'm so getting you those electric sock-warmer things for Christmas... maybe."

[lovemykilt]

"So I can be cold and electrocute myself?"

If you really loved him, you'd let him hibernate, Dinah.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Or heat packs! Alfred knows how to make those." Or huge hugs from your girlfriend, who ran warm a lot of the time, like now. "But I want to go ice-skating with you." Because it was romantic. And potentially hilarious.

[lovemykilt]

"You want to watch me fall on my ass," Priestly accused. He teased, but also: there would be a lot of falling on his ass. ". . . The hugs are a good idea, though."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You could wear a butt-pillow, like the littlest kids?" She didn't want her boyfriend hurt, after all!

Boyfriend. Weiiiiiird. Still. (But pretty damn awesome.)

"I could hug you and steer you around the ice! So you'd be warm, and learn. And! There would be hot cocoa afterward." Dinah grinned. "I promise not to let Helena take video."

Barbara, of course, was unstoppable, if she got into any traffic cameras.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, it's not so much Helena I'm worried about on that front," Priestly pointed out. "I'll try ice skating if you agree to go skinny dipping with me this summer." Santa Cruz was warmer than New Gotham, but not warm enough for skinny dipping right now.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah hiccupped a laugh into her rum, and when she was done spluttering, said, "Maaaybe. Depending on where you're thinking? I mean...." You know what she meant, Priestly. Words, running out, gestures, many.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly grinned. He loved that he could make her sputter like that. "There's this cute little cove between the rocks back home," he said. "At night, no one would be able to see us. . . ."