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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[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. . . ."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

It was warm in that room, and there was the rum, that's why Dinah was turning pink. Yup. That.

Also, Priestly got a fast kiss for that, so Dinah could either get time to regain her composure or discompose him just as much as she was.

"...that sounds good." She cleared her throat of its squeak. "Good. Deal!"

[lovemykilt]

Dinah, honey. Priestly got up on stage in a dress in front of people. He had no shame to discombobulate him, anymore. He kissed back with a happy little hum, tasting the rum on her lips. "Good deal," he agreed.