[closed] I'll be home for christmas

[12inches]

CHARACTERS: Sigma (12inches) and Ramir (heavyhitter)
DATE: 12/21 and some time after.
WARNINGS: Language, blood / dismemberment / death, inevitable cat puns.
SUMMARY: Shortly after being invited to ditch it all, Sigma finally discovers what's ringing in the New Year back home.

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[heavyhitter]

[ She holds her breath through all the stalling, even through the kiss, nervous like she can't remember ever being nervous before. This feels like it, the big question, all her cards laid out on the table for him to make her day or break her heart. And in some other universe, some other version of her had gotten a broken heart out of this conversation. She doesn't really have to know the details to know how much that hurt that other version of her. The thought of it twists her stomach into anxious knots; she's not even sure what she'd do with that, except push for as long as he'd let her to turn it into a yes, instead.

Then she has her answer. It's not a no.

It's not a yes, true, but it's definitely not a no. Little flickers of hope light her tentative smile for a few seconds before she leans in, pulling him suddenly into a tight hug. ]

Yeah! Yeah, think about it. We got loads of time. [ She's leaned back again in a moment, arms still wrapped around his shoulders, but space enough to hit him with that glad, beaming smile. ] And I got more to tell you about anyway, I just hit the big points. I don't want any hasty decisions, this shit's huge.

[12inches]

[ He lets off a sigh of relief when she doesn't look completely devastated that his answer came off more than a little wishy-washy. Not that he'd expected her too, for such an enormous decision, the tense uncertainty he'd already been kicking around in his head just made everything feel weirdly hair-trigger, like walking on eggshells. But they have so much time, they can figure it out. He can figure it out. No problem. ]

Thanks, [ He laughs weakly into her shoulder as she wraps him up in a hug, letting his arms loop around her in return. Sleep, hopefully, wouldn't get too lost over all this, but he intended to give it the majority of his time now that they were effectively on break in Oska. ]

Well, you wanna try getting out of here again? I feel like all the minutia would go good with drinks.

[ Still wound up around her, Sigma sits up a little straighter, and the little swell of warmth that hits him as he pulls away from the wall of ice hits him with a bit of a shiver and his voice lowers, suddenly a touch desperate. ]

And if I sit here too much longer I think my ass is gonna freeze off...

[heavyhitter]

Oh, shit, we can't have that. That ass is a national treasure.

[ She pulls away, climbing to her feet a little less hastily than usual (it's super, super cold out, after all), and offers a hand down. As she does she eyes the walls above them thoughtfully. ]

How about I jump us out?

[ Which, honestly, she could have done at any point... but it's been fun to wander helplessly with him. ]

[12inches]

[ That earns a dead serious frown. ] That's right. Don't ever let Nicholas Cage anywhere near my ass. You guard this thing with your life, you hear, that son of a bitch is crafty.

[ With the discovery of her love for The Godfather, there's a glimmer of hope for her ancient earth pop culture. But something tells him Jolanda would not have picked this particular series as an educational video for crazy heists. Taking her hand and hopping up, he follows her gaze. ]

I donno, you think they'll flip up and down on us too?

[heavyhitter]

[ Nope, sorry, Nicolas who? Just kidding, she doesn't care. She just snorts and, deciding she's eyed the walls all she can, steps in close to scoop him up. ]

Just the one way to find out, right?

[ Honestly, she doubts it. There's no way just jumping out of the maze won't work. She readies herself, an arm under his knees and the other at his shoulders, smiling brightly. ]

You ready, princess?

[12inches]

[ A shame. They'll have to drunkenly indulge in the series sometime. He shrugs melodramatically. ]

Not like we've got any other better options.

[ It's a small miracle that he's since taken much more of a shine to her high-flying princely carrying habits, because instead of squawking out a protest, Sigma's hooking an arm tight around her neck in preparation to get scooped into her arms, nuzzling his face close in to hers. ]

Sure am, Charming.