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Friend, it has been far to long since we have spoken again. But then, I feel almost as if I plan to go into hibernation with all this ice creeping in. It is a challenge just to get up in the mornings.

At any rate, if you have the time, I thought I might present you your gift early. Care to meet somewhere we can keep warm?

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If I could speak with one of you on an idea I had for Felix's gift this year, I would appreciate it. The sooner the better with the Holiday fast approaching.

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[All of that done, Ashura decides to brave the wilds of the freezing Castle. It is not a fun excursion, but he does have responsibilities still, whether he wishes to hibernate in the warmth of his shared bed or not. So he wraps himself up in a fur-lined robe and begins to make his way (carefully) through the halls. He would have melted the ice as he went, but a) that just makes a mess, really and b) it just freezes right over again so why bother? It was lovely in its own way, though he appreciated it from afar and not in practice.

He's making his way through the halls, managing not to look like a marshmallow by some miracle of god, approaching the lobby to head outside when -

That ONE stray patch of ice that's not like the rest. Somehow. Don't ask how. But it's there.

Well, Ashura finds it, and lets out an undignified squawk as he slips and falls straight to his bottom, knocking a nearby table, and setting a nutcracker to falling down into the back of his hood (it was a tiny nutcracker).

Today is not a good day to be a king.]

[ooc: open for planned and unplanned kisses!]

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... I.. should begin thinking on similar things as well..

Haha. Do you have an idea in mind for anyone? I could help if you like.

Not.. really. Could attempt to gain books on world and magic but... little else other than that comes to mind.

[ Or he could give a 'You can ask me one questions and I will do my best to not evade or give as short and uninformative an answer as possible' note. ]

You are too generous, my friend. I would be glad to meet. Had you any particular place in mind?

Some place with a large fire place. As I am sure you recall, I do not get on with winter in the least.

I am sure whatever you have in mind will be lovely, Duke.

... [ Now he's just trying to figure out how a book or a free-question is lovely- ]

You wished for talk on a gift for Felix? Likely not the best to talk to on such things..

[ If seen by how much trouble he's having thinking up his own gifts... ]

[It's when one slips and falls and makes an absolutely ungraceful mess of oneself that one wishes to be completely alone, right? And somehow that never seems to be the case, right? Well, that luck holds, because Zack had just come around the corner from the opposite direction in enough time to see the man take a fall.

Luckily, Zack's not the kind to point and laugh. Instead there's a gloved hand extended, and offer for help to stand.]

Hey. You okay?

_{[Ashura looks up, his pale cheeks pinking in embarrassment, but he sighs and takes said hand with his own manicured one, getting to his feet with more grace than with which he fell, at least. Really, if you didn't know him, it was easy to mistake him for a girl.]}

Thank you. I feel is impossible to act with grace in the winter in this Castle.

Well, I had an idea, but I need a mage's help - one with magic beyond my own. I want to trap some of my flame in a pendant and give it to him.

Trap... [ Duke trails off, thinking. ]

Likely don't want that visible of another type of magic. Possibility of crystallizing it, if wish for that sort of pendant... what happens when force it into small space...

[ This sounds like an interesting project. ]

Can attempt a variety of methods on normal flame, then own magic-produced flame, before attempting with yours, if like?

[Guy, girl, doesn't matter much to Zack right now -- what matters is that the person is okay. And that's how it seems too, judging from the grace of the standing motion. Still, Zack will offer the support of a hand until he's sure the other person has regained his footing securely; it wouldn't do to stand just to fall immediately.

Zack doesn't actually recognize Ashura: they've only had one conversation over the journals, and never met in person. Funny how that kind of thing can happen in the Castle, right? Of course, absolutely none of that is on his mind right now.]

You're welcome. I take it you've been here for more than just this one?

Three, to be exact.

_{[He pauses, counting under his breath and then nods, jingling a bit from the two silver bells he had worked into his hair on one side.]}

Yes, three, I am fairly sure. One loses track of time here, I am afraid. And again, thank you for your aid.

Long time.

[The jingling catches Zack's attention though and he smiles. He's seen a lot of bells in decorations lately, and attributes it to being festive. Christmas still doesn't make a lot of sense to him, but he supposes it's cultural difference. And he's okay with that.]

Hey, it's no problem. [Zack's hand is extended again, this time for a handshake.] Zack Fair.

[Any minute now, that hidden nutcracker is bound to start affecting them...]

_{[Ashura smiled pleasantly, reaching out his hand to take Zack's in greeting, shaking firmly, but not hard.]}

Ashura. Nice to meet you Zack.

_{[And yet, though the handshake should be done, he didn't pull his hand away from the other's, letting it linger as he watched the young, attractive man.]}

Pleasure's mine.

[And yeah, hands. Because the handshake's over, sure, but it's kind of... pleasant to linger a moment. Why shouldn't they? In fact, wouldn't it be better for fingers to kind of lace together? Yeah, they'd fit so well like that. And oh hey, those bells were kind of pleasant, so the other hand is coming up to set them to ring lightly again.]

_{[He blinked as their fingers laced, as his other hand slid against his hair. He liked his hair being played with and so he leaned against the touch of his fingers, looking at Zack with golden eyes through thick, lowered lashes.]}

I am grateful you helped me. These robes do make it a bit awkward, getting up....

_{[Was he leaning in? Maybe.]}

[Well, that little lean is going to make Zack more inclined to continue playing with the soft strands, because why not? They're both enjoying the small attentions, aren't they?]

I'm happy I was here to help. [Is this a counter lean? Quite possibly, as they're suddenly a bit closer than they were.] And it's a good look for you, you know. Looks nice and warm.

_{[He laughed warmly, like a burbling stream. He stepped in closer to Zack, their noses almost brushing.]}

Well, thank you. I try and keep as close to my world's manner of dress as possible...

_{[His searched Zack's face from his six foot height, lips parted the tiniest fraction, head still cocked slightly to press into the fingers in his hair.]}

I'm certainly willing to help if I can. Shall I drop by later?

Yes, please. Or, perhaps, I should come by your chambers? That way Felix will not walk in as we speak.

Yes, I suppose that would be a little awkward. Come by in an hour or so?

I do recall, yes. Will my quarters suffice? Rin or Celeborn may be about, but I doubt that will trouble you overmuch.

Yes, they will do nicely. And I hardly mind your husband being about. He was pleasant enough when last we met. I need to make effort to speak with him more.

I shall be along shortly then?

And I will be waiting.

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