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It's not so cold that Sebastian can't go hang out with his friends and need accompaniment unless he tipsily falls into a snow bank somewhere. (A gentleman does not get drunk, merely... indisposed.)

But it is cold enough for there to be snow on the ground, and after stabling his horse, Sebastian pats a pile of the stuff softly. It crunches, very nicely, under his hand.

"Huh." He kneels to start molding it.

Date: 2015-08-04 07:26 pm (UTC)
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It's several minutes later when Viola makes her way down from the house, crunching clumsily through the snow, trying to hold her skirts up with one hand and hold a shawl on with the other.

"Where hast been? We did expect thee an hour past--"

Date: 2015-08-04 07:35 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: renee lilley (Default)
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Viola makes one last effort at hoisting up her skirts, straightens her shawl (which is to silently say no, it is not particularly amenable, it is wet and cold and she did not dress for traipsing around in it). She stares at Sebastian's masterpiece.

"... what is it."

Date: 2015-08-04 07:48 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: renee lilley (Default)
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Viola resists as long as she can-- but eventually sighs (and can't entirely hide her smile as she does so). "Oh, very well."

Date: 2015-08-04 07:56 pm (UTC)
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Viola gives him an exasperated look, but it's undercut somewhat by the speed with which she draws the cloak more tightly around her shoulders. Still, her tone is dry as she says, "I thank thee."

"...feet," she echoes. She squats down and starts scooping up some snow as well, to pat onto the base that Sebastian already began. "Dare I demand wherefore thou didst decide to build a snowman?"

Date: 2015-08-04 08:04 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: renee lilley (Default)
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"It is a child's sport," Viola says, but her voice is fond, not derisive. "Surely we have not been long enough parted from our childhood to yet miss it."

Date: 2015-08-04 08:14 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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"Oh, I know not, it--" But she trails off, really trying to remember. "Why, five years and more, surely. I was nothing near a woman, nor thou a man."

Date: 2015-08-04 08:30 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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"Sure he cannot stand to be much taller, else he will collapse," Viola says, straightening up to survey the progress more closely. She pats down a bit of snow that's about to break loose.

"So high, perhaps?" She holds up a hand, not too much taller than where the snowman already is.

Date: 2015-08-04 08:44 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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She laughs too. "Well, he need not know it. We will not tell him. Let him think all men are shaped as he."

Date: 2015-08-04 09:27 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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"O!" She reaches out instinctively for him, grabbing hold of the nearest thing she can-- his sleeve-- which might help him steady himself. ...or it might just make them both overbalance.

Date: 2015-08-04 09:32 pm (UTC)
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"No," she replies. She puffs out a breath, trying to blow an escaped curl out of her face. "No, I have perished here. Thou hast slain me, thy snowman and thee."

Date: 2015-08-04 09:44 pm (UTC)
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"Ay, perchance, but thou didst welcome this foul traitor into our midst." She reaches over to give the snowman a thwack, which only succeeds in dislodging some snow, which falls directly onto her head. She yelps at the sudden cold and hastily tries to brush it down her hair before it can slide down her neck.

Date: 2015-08-04 09:49 pm (UTC)
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"Sebastian!" Viola yelps. But she can neither warn him nor wriggle out of the way quite fast enough.

"--when I catch cold, I shall blame thee," she mutters, trying to shake snow out of her sleeves. She scoops a particularly large chunk off of her shoulder, looks at it for a moment, and then does the only think she possibly can do.

She throws it at him.

Date: 2015-08-05 08:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] livinginmyglass
Viola laughs when her snowball hits its target, but seeing Sebastian begin preparations of his own, she scrambles to her feet, flinging a few loosely-packed clumps of snow on her way up.
Edited Date: 2015-08-05 08:01 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-08-05 08:24 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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Both hit home, the second in the vicinity of her ear as she tries to duck away, which elicits another yelp.

"Ahhh, 'tis down my dress-- I am certain thou art my foe--"

Date: 2015-08-05 08:31 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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"It will not-- take it," she says, reaching up and fumbling for a moment with the clasp before working it open and offering it back to him. "Thou'rt soaked through, thou hast no less need than I."

She shivers and reaches up to brush more snow out of her hair. Her curls will always break free from any pins at the slightest provocation-- a snow battle is more than sufficient, and it's half fallen loose about her shoulders.

"Indoors," she agrees. "I must devise some truly cunning punishment. If the cold thou'rt sure to catch proves insufficient."
Edited Date: 2015-08-05 08:32 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-08-05 08:39 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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"Why, art a physician?" Viola asks in mock-wonder as she takes his arm. "I have found the truth of it now-- when thou dost absent thyself without a word, 'tis not to carouse with thy friends, 'tis to tend thy patients in secret!"

Date: 2015-08-05 08:46 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
From: [personal profile] livinginmyglass
She snorts. It's super ladylike.

"That life would suit thee not at all, brother," she says, giving his arm a playful squeeze. And then realizes that actually, it's much warmer pressed right up against him, so she stays there.

Date: 2015-08-05 08:52 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
From: [personal profile] livinginmyglass
"So it would," she agrees at once.

When they reach the door she ducks gratefully inside, immediately shrugging off her now-sodden shawl. "'twas well enough-- we saw to making ready for the feasts to come, for Christmas and for twelfth night-- but thou dost not care for this, I will not bore thee. Where didst go?"

Date: 2015-08-05 09:20 pm (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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"Over generous... you think him imprudent?" Viola asks. "It may be he did but seek to impress thee with his largesse, not knowing thou wouldst take it amiss."

Date: 2015-08-06 07:48 am (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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"Amend my countenance?" she echoes, mock-indignant. Well... at least half mock. "And what wouldst improve in't, brother? For 'tis in every feature just as thine."
Edited Date: 2015-08-06 07:48 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-08-06 08:02 am (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
From: [personal profile] livinginmyglass
She swats at his hand with a scowl-- which she quickly transforms into a simpering smile. "Like so?"

Date: 2015-08-06 08:51 am (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
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"Why, is this not how men would have us?" she says, attempting to flutter her eyelashes.

Date: 2015-08-06 08:57 am (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
From: [personal profile] livinginmyglass
"Why-- no, but..." She doesn't quite seem to know what to say. "I would not. But I think the most of men prefer a wife quiet and fair and naught else. Save thee, I am sure," she adds with a grin.
Edited Date: 2015-08-06 09:08 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-08-06 09:20 am (UTC)
livinginmyglass: (feeling ladylike)
From: [personal profile] livinginmyglass
"Go," she commands, releasing his arm and giving his shoulder a very demure, very lady-like smack. "And 'tis nearly time to sup."

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