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😍 just look! it's snowing!!

[ It's snowing, and that's the sort of thing that inspires pure, childlike wonder in anyone who never has to drive in it. Wade is out there, and he's been busy. He's spelled out a special message in what was previously a pristine and untouched snowfall outside of David's window. The message is "MERRY XMAS". But oddly, it does not look like he wrote it by hand or with a shovel... ]

come out and build a snowman with me!

eww

[UGH okay he's getting up. He's throwing on his bathrobe and going out to the living room to peer outside. And...yes, there's his boyfriend, doing some ridiculous shit outside in the snow. Look at him.]

ok it is kind of pretty
how long have you been out there

it's cold
and i don't own boots

[ Wade waves up at him, in the suit, with a floppy Santa hat, a scarf he probably stole and one of several hideous sweaters he owns. This one is a cream-colored knit with a vivid green reindeer emblazoned on it. It takes itself just seriously enough to be cringe-worthy.

He sees the text, then starts shouting. ]

Oh, c'moooon! Double up on socks! [ Then, he starts texting again: ]

Build a snowman with me and I promise to warm you up after ⛄

[David is a weak human being, and he buckles immediately, though not before pouting a little first.]

can i be the creative director
i don't love the manual labor aspect

sure, but you're bringing the decorations down
I want our snowman to be the belle of the seasonal ball!

[ He's just going to pump his fist into the air and yell a victorious 'hah', and spin around so quickly that he slips flat onto the snow. He immediately waves his arms and legs, sweeping the snow with his limbs to form a snow angel, then adds horns to it. ]

fine
give me 5 minutes

[David misses Wade's antics, which is probably for the better, because he's too busy throwing on jeans and his warmest sweater, a jacket, beanie and his combat boots. He also throws a few accessories into a cotton tote and fills two travel mugs with coffee before finally making his appearance on the sidewalk. He takes three steps and then stops in his tracks.]

Is that piss?

Technically? It was tea about 30 minutes ago.

[ Short answer: Yes, it's piss. Wade dusts off some snow from his person as he trudges through the snow towards him, not even giving his message a glance. Spying the mugs in his hand, he makes a cooing sound and reaches for one of them. ]

Ooh, you brought coffee!

[ Wade, no. ]

Ew.

[He holds the coffee just out of reach as Wade approaches, but leans his face forward. Kisses first, coffee later.]

Yes, but you have to promise not to use it as ammunition.

[ Wade's gloved hands catch nothing but air for a moment and then he reaches for his mask to remove it, pushing the Santa hat as far over his head as he can while still being able to see, and more importantly — kiss his boyfriend. ]

Mmm. [ The tip of his nose is cold, but otherwise the mask does a good job of keeping him toasty anyway. ] Okay, fine. But I'm only saying this because you made it and your coffee is amazing.

[ He gives him a second kiss, because he really is happy to see him. ]

You ever build one of these before? Or did your family have people to do that for them?

[Smirking like he's really pulled one over on Wade, David happily accepts all the kisses hello, finally relenting and pressing the mug into Wade's hands.]

Hi.

[He snorts, but he looks pleased all the same.] Kiss-ass.

[David holds out the tote bag on his arm. Inside are an array of designer sunglasses, scarves and hats, as well a carrot and a jar of olives from David's fridge.]

While we did have a regular ice sculptor, no, we were forced to make snowmen ourselves. I don't think I've made one since I was eight.

Maybe later.

[ He winks. After all, David has a truly delectable derriere. 10/10, would serenade O Canada to again. But after a restorative draw of coffee from the mug, he takes the bag and releases one of those handles to peek in for it's contents. ]

Why does that not surprise me? [ But he leans in to steal another smooch, this time coffee-scented and warmer because of it. ] I'm gonna haul a lot of snow from over there and bring it here. Kiss me for good luck and tell me all about what exciting stuff I'm keeping from you!

[ Superhero strength is handy, but that doesn't mean he's going to make a Snowman in a few minutes. But it definitely won't take as long to stack a base and a body/head as it would have otherwise. ]

[David snorts into his own coffee at the wink, and then takes a deep and bracing sip. There's definitely a nip of whiskey in both their thermoses, because it's early and it's cold and he's an adult and can do whatever he wants.

He doesn't complain about more kisses, either, because despite his grumpiness his boyfriend is cute and also warm.]

That sounds great. I will be standing here, looking cute, and enjoying watching you do physical labor.

[He means that in the sexual way but also in the petty-revenge-for-waking-him-up way.]

So I take it you had a whole big day planned out!

[ Wade doesn't have any control over water, but he can control heat to a degree, and begins to use it as he rolls a snowball into the fresh powder to have it stick better, eventually it becomes too big to roll one-handed, and this is where he starts rolling it back and forth in a line, like he's mowing a lawn. ]

Lemme guess — Roll out of bed at around 10, scroll through radianet for a few hours, maybe reorganize your knits?

[ He grins from what is now a small boulder of snow he's rolling across towards him. He stops at his feet and straightens up to grab his thermos again, smirking on his way to another drink of that warming coffee. ]

Sound about right?

Okay, rude?

[David scoffs at Wade as he watches him roll that snowball bigger and bigger, but recovers quickly enough as he stops in front of him.]

What should I do instead? Break into someone's apartment? Stick....knives in my head? [He scrambles for a second.] Go...climb a building or something?

Uh, negative. I'd recommend one, maybe two of those things. [ Wade pauses for a moment, then admits fondly: ] Parkour is great cardio!

[ What Wade doesn't say is that he likes that he's someone who can entice David out of his warm bed, out of his routine, and that makes him feel even warmer on the inside than his slightly boozy coffee. Wade stoops down again and starts packing together another snowball and rolling it around to grow it into a larger one. ]

But there's something to be said about getting those creative juices flowing!

So what did you have planned for today?

Mm, I'll pass, [David remarks dryly into his coffee. He hops from one foot to the other for a moment, trying to shake off the cold as Wade works on ball number two.]

Well if you must know, [he huffs,] I was actually planning on nailing down the finer details of...

[He grits his teeth, like he's caught himself mid-sentence.] Never mind.

[ Wade is instantly alert. What kind of detail is he on about? ]

The finer details of... what, exactly?

[ Halfway across the patch of green — or what would have been in another season. He hefts the larger shape and hauls it to stack on top of the larger base. He watches him hop on his feet in that tell-tale way people do when insufficient insulation means that numbing chill crawls right into their shoes and socks. ]

You'll have to finish that sentence eventually. Or... can't you Amethysts control wind?

[ He's confident he can get this out of David, but he might as well try to present something of a challenge, an alternative. That way, he has to choose to finish that sentence on his own. He dusts powdery snow off his gloves. ]

Why don't you make this easier on us both and whip us up a head?

Of mind your own business. [David goes tight-lipping, sticking his thermos under his arm for a moment to adjust his scarf a little more snugly around his neck and lower face.]

In theory? Yes. I've...dabbled a tiny bit, but nothing like that.

[He is, however, learning how to fly, something he intends on surprising Wade with at some point. Once he nails it beyond 'hovering a few feet off the ground.']

[ Confusion flickers over his face, then he squints. Scrutinizing that defensive response, his gaze twitches out over the wintery wonderland that is this yard near the government-owned housing and then back to David as he tries to tuck his chin further into the depths of his scarf. ]

Oh, you're actually practicing?

[ A pause, and he draws closer. ]

You know, the sooner we're done here, the sooner we can go inside... oh, but you said it wasn't that kind of magic.

[ Looking at him over the lip of his drink, he tries to double down. ]

A little, [David hedges, watching Wade drawing closer and remembering suddenly his promise to warm him up after they were done. That's very tempting...

Ugh. If he weren't so thirsty all the time he wouldn't be in this mess.]

I...could try. I can't guarantee it won't be a disaster, though, as much as I'd love to live my Elsa fantasy.

[ Scratch that. It's not just being the guy who can make David get out of bed and reconfigure his routine, it's being the guy who does all that and encourages him out of his comfort zone. But even Deadpool thinks that it might be wishful thinking to go this far, to attribute David's change of heart about exploring those gem abilities with his own encouragement.

The closer he gets to him, however, the more he wonders if David's expression half-tucked behind his scarf isn't more vulnerable than guarded. He reaches out to pluck his thermos out of his hand and holds his own in the other. Sidling up to him, he gazes over the snowy yard near government-owned housing and looks at David out of the corner of his eye. ]

Do you think you can gather up snow and form it into a ball?

[ He has no idea how far along he is on the aforementioned practice, but he's very curious. ]

[He surrenders his mug reluctantly, his arms flapping once, helplessly at his side as he pivots to look over the yard dubiously.]

I make no promises. [But for you, I'll try, he thinks but doesn't say. David closes his eyes and holds his mitten-hands out, palms facing downward. Tries to straighten his spine, relax his shoulders. Thinks about the breeze, imagines wind rushing under his palms. Pushing the snow with its force...

Below, on the ground, a tiny whirl of powdery snow kicks up.]

[ Wade turns around, tracking where David seems to be concentrating, brimming with excitement as he braces himself for... Wait, was that seriously it? Wade's forehead wrinkles as his hairless brows lift. ]

Oh, don't strain yourself on my account.

[ Wade remarks, sarcastically pointing out the very lackluster demonstration of Amethyst control over wind. A moment later, his voice rises to a near-whine, trying to encourage him by being pretty much insufferable. ]

C'moooon, a fart can disturb more snow than that! Put your back into it!

[ You can do it! ]

[David grits his teeth, hearing Wade whine at him to try harder, and snaps,] Fuck off, I'm concentrating!

[He is! He's trying so hard! He makes himself tune out Wade's cajoling so he can double down on his focus, and after a full minute of increasingly deeper breaths, he can feel something happening. David thinks move snow with all his might, and when there's a give in the air beneath his palms, his lashes flutter open in time to see a snow drift forming where he's aiming, snow pushing up against itself.]

Ha! [he crows, not caring about the early hour and that his neighbors might not appreciate the noise. They can all fuck off, he's doing magic. He takes a few steps forward, growing a little more confident as he focuses on applying enough pressure to make the snow pack together.]

Eat your heart out, Elsa!

That's the spirit!

[ Despite all his teasing, Wade is tight with anticipation, feeling David's strain and sympathetically tensing all over as if that'll somehow transfer his support to him. All it does is ensure that when that tension finally snaps, he's right there with him in making every single person who isn't an early bird hate their fucking guts. ]

You show that that white shit who the real ice queen is!

[ He was going to clap, but his hands are full of coffee, the fun kind, and so he just has to content himself with lighthearted jabs. Let's face it, David isn't an ice queen. He's quite easy to fire up. ]

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