Yaoi On Ice

[Mattie Densen]

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[attr="class","mouths1"] “Come on Mattie, I can’t just sit here”, Lena pouted, as she tightened her skates over her feet, hoping from the snow without so much as a thought to brush the snow from her butt, excitement glimmering in her eyes the moment she saw the snow touch the ground. To her, skating and snow was just like Denmark, and she’d pulled at Mattie’s sleeves, itching to go play since it had touched down.

The inside of the ice skating rink was decked out in various assortments of bells and reds and greens, clippings of Christmas art and a large tree in the center of the rink. The rest of the city was decked out in mistletoe and red ribbons, for those who were interested in celebrating the holiday that was soon to come; it was the season of peppermint mochas and seasonal pastries galore! Mattie on the other hand was still mourning the bitter loss of his beloved pumpkin spice, for in his eyes it was gone far too soon. Yet, if they’d made it anything other than seasonal, Mattie felt it might’ve lost its charm. The only holiday he could actually tolerate was Halloween, and certainly not Christmas. Call the Dane a humbug all you wanted to. Mattie found himself sitting on the side, hands stuffed in his pockets watching Lena run out into skating rink, before disappearing in a purple and yellow blur, to account for her jacket and hair. Mattie couldn’t just run out onto the ice to chase for her either, he'd be smacked by skaters going left and right.

The Dane reached down, lacing the skates over his feet and tightening them. Mattie hadn’t been skating in years, the idea of it was almost foreign to him now, but surely he could remember a thing or two from a childhood in Denmark spent skating around and fantasizing about pushing an overly arrogant fourteen year old Lukas into the potholes of the lake. Well, the arrogant part hadn’t changed, and Mattie still would’ve loved to give Lukas a shove or two, but that was besides the point.

Mattie slid onto the ice, slipping and sliding across the surface as he grasped for traction. Mattie clung to the wall for his life, before he soaked his leather jacket and red muffler with melted dirty ice. How was he ever going to find Lena in this holly jolly mess everyone had put up if he couldn't even stand up straight?!

[attr="class","lying1"]✎ @open , Christmas/ice skating thread, hope you all enjoy <3

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[Gabrielle Fontaine]

WORDS || 454 NOTES|| n/a TAG || Mattie Densen One of the nice things about visiting Adrien and her family was that Gabrielle got to visit New Rome. While New Athens was nothing to sneeze at, there was just something about New Rome that always called to her. Perhaps it was the elegance in its more classical architecture and urban design, or perhaps it was the highly intimate Roman culture. Either way, she had always secretly envied her cousin of his pure Roman lineage, a sentiment that was perhaps quite questionable coming from a stratigos such as herself. Still, she couldn't help it. There was just something about Rome that always screamed community and festivity to Gabby. For instance, New Rome had opened a skating rink in order to celebrate the holidays. The inside of the building was even decorated with green and red bells, with a Christmas tree right in the middle of the rink. While such a design always bothered figure skaters due to its inconvenience, the Romans really did seem to know a thing or two about getting into the festive spirit. Christmas skating had also become something of a tradition amongst the younger Fontaines. When Gabby was still a figure skater, Adrien was her constant partner in crime, even when he eventually overtook her skill level when they started learning double jumps. On their Christmas skating days, however, the cousins put their past competitiveness behind them, focusing instead on enjoying their time together. And since the rink was getting a bit more crowded, it was difficult to even find a proper space for spinning, let alone jumping. So as more people came in, Gabrielle settled for going on a few laps with Adrien, until someone in the rink caught her attention. Ice skating rinks were always full of people falling on their butts. Hell, sometimes even the best ice skaters fell on their butts, whether it was because of notoriously difficult jumps or just plain misjudgement of the ice. The man wearing a leather jacket, however, seemed to be a special case. Perhaps it was the ridiculousness of someone in a leather jacket clinging to the wall for dear life. Or perhaps it was the priceless look on his face. Whatever it was, Gabby found herself skating towards the man and offering a hand. She arranged her expression to flash the man a friendly smile, even though what she was feeling was more like a mix of amusement and pity. She had to hand it to the man, though—despite his struggles with balance, it didn't seem as if he was ready to give up on the ice. "Contrary to what some politicians might think, walls don't always help," she said, "but I do."

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