about ... 12? months ago

[inanhour]

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.

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[livinginmyglass]

She swats at his hand with a scowl-- which she quickly transforms into a simpering smile. "Like so?"

[inanhour]

Sebastian flinches back.

"No," he exclaims. He flaps a hand at her face, careful not to come too close. "Thou lookst as though thy brains were left at home."

[livinginmyglass]

"Why, is this not how men would have us?" she says, attempting to flutter her eyelashes.

[inanhour]

"Wouldst have a man who thought so?"

[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.

[inanhour]

"I am not so strange," he protests.

He shivers, sudden and violent. "I should change," he says, after a moment, "else I should marry no woman, be she clever as thee or otherwise."

[livinginmyglass]

"Go," she commands, releasing his arm and giving his shoulder a very demure, very lady-like smack. "And 'tis nearly time to sup."