you were the answer to my dreams

That touch of snow hardly perturbed him in the least, the cold failing entirely to hold any real grasp against his already frigid hands. It had been over twenty four hours since Sebastian had slept, much less ate any thing of subsistence. His body bordered far closer upon that line of death then it did that of life. However, the vampire was willing to take advantage of this, bundling his lover with such meticulous care while he himself stepped outside without even a jacket to cover his figure. He hardly seemed even aware of this simple fact in the slightest in those moments after whilst Dorian so busied himself with the awe of what the snowfall consisted of, though he supposed he could hardly fault the man for that wonder. Even after all those years of blustery winters and white Christmases, there was a simple kind of magic to be had in that flakey precipitation that so washed his world with a singular color. It was the presence of this which made it a true Christmas holiday. How they all looked forward to it and both dreaded it in the exact same moment. He was glad that, despite the hardships snow provided, Dorian was given a chance to experience even this portion of a true British Christmas.

It was perhaps that newness and that wonderment that saw Sebastian allow his lover to so meander out into that snow with that ever present sense of curiosity that so befell him. His own hands were content to busying himself with the careful piling and compacting of that ivory substance, determined, perhaps, to show Dorian the true extent of what British boys so enjoyed about the snow. Oh the nights he could remember when him and his brother would sneak off to simply play, even despite their father's chiding and the lectures they received when they returned hours later with rosey cheeks, red noses, and damp clothing. How Belton so managed to bring back those memories he had long forgotten. The sound of that entirely teasing voice so pulled the vampire from such idle remembrances, a small ghost of a simper crossing his features as Dorian so presented with a sardonic response. "You know that can actually happen!" He commented back, his voice almost challenging and yet, he paused just long enough to add as to not concern his lover too terribly much, "Sort of."

He proceeded, as he continued to pull more snow in his hands, to inform Dorian of exactly what those flakes were so made of, the way they existed only once it rained when it was just the right temperature as it was so now. His own indigo gaze shifted from the snow in his hand to glance at his lover, watching as the man so intently studied the snow in front of him, clearly attempting to see the difference in those flakes that only science itself had so discovered. He shook his head ever so slightly as he pushed that snow together, "You cannot see it with your eyes alone, you must use a special tool to see the crystals inside of it. They are...quite pretty. I will show you a picture of them later, I think you would like it." Even Sebastian himself was willing to admit the lure of the beauty nature could so contrived of her own making. Snowflakes and their utterly unique pattern were fascinating within their own rights. It was a simple thing to share and yet, he held every confidence that both as an artist and as the curious individual he was, Dorian would find amazement in that molecular makeup all the same.

Still, for now, Sebastian was entirely content with the perfectly round ball he'd so crafted within his hands and slowly, the vampire rose. He watched as Dorian took several steps further out into that snow, a grin crossing his features in that moment as he informed his lover of his impending doom, even if Dorian was entirely oblivious of the forewarning. Instead, Sebastian let that snowball through the air, so solidly colliding into his companion's back with an audible thud in the quietness that surrounded them. A grin crossed his features as his hands so slid into his pockets, watching as Dorian so pivoted in place to present him with a look of quite clear disbelief. That singular stare alone only caused that smug grin to widen ever so slightly, the vampire unable to deny that amusement he so gained within that singular moment and yet, to Dorian's question, the vampire only shrugged. He watched as Dorian so leaned down to scoop up that snow in his hands, entirely baffled as to the game Sebastian had quite literally throw him into.

Sebastian himself pulled his hands from his pockets, bending back down as Dorian moved to his side. He scooped that snow up, compacting it with relative ease in his hands before showing his lover exactly how to shape it and squeeze it just enough to produce the perfectly throwable ball of snow. That snowball was held ever so neatly within his hand, a glimpse of approval momentarily crossing his features as he glanced between his own and Dorian's. He had taught the monarch well. What he hadn't expected, however, was the way in which Dorian had so plucked it from his hand, not to mention the man's assurances that he had been outsmarted before Dorian simply disappeared. He stared at that air in front of him, his mouth parted open ever so slightly as if he truly couldn't believe the dirty tactics Dorian had so employed upon him. The first snowball colliding into his frame, however, immediately pulled him front his thoughts as his hand rose in a futile effort to stop the second one from it's impending collision. "Oy! That's not fair!" He commented, laughter lacing his lyrics as the second hit him from behind, his body twisting to so find Dorian's all too pleased grin. He bent down, quickly attempting to craft his own ball of snow in that lingering pause to their newfound game.

The King's voice hardly distracted the vampire in the least, the Englishman quickly moving out of the way of the impending snowball before he threw his own in quick retaliation. "You're going to need more than teasing for you to win this one, Ma Biche." He commented, all too readily grasping onto the tactic in which Dorian attempted to pull upon him. His own fingertips were already working on a fourth one of those snowballs, attempting to beat Dorian himself in the creation of those snowballs. He cared particularly little for the way the snow that had clung to his shirt from Dorian's efforts wet that fine cloth material, entirely focused on that which he had so started. Soon enough, a ball was all too crisply rested in his hand, the vampire's dark blue eyes returning to his lover, entirely triumphant in the simple fact that he was, as far as he was a ware, the first to complete their second round of snowball creation. "Does Italy conceded?" He inquired, that grin still settled across his features and that snowball entirely prepared for whatever Dorian's response happened to be.

Sebastian Ellington