LOG: Haroun and Alison - Flying in a Winter Wonderland

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Haroun and Alison go outside to enjoy a wonderfully crisp evening. They wind up getting into a high-velocity snowball fight.



Haroun laughed as he pulled a only-slightly-protesting Alison outside. "Come on, you! You won't freeze and it's gorgeous out!" he said with a laugh. And truly it was a magically clear January night in Westchester - cool, crisp, with nary a cloud to be seen. It had snowed all last week, providing a nice thick crust of snow that the kids had been taking merciless advantage of.

"Oh sure, you say that," she replied laughingly, having made sure to snag a coat on the way out anyway, though she'd given up on liberating a scarf from the closet on the way out. She'd have struggled more, but she had no problems at all with being dragged outside by Haroun, particularly not when he had that devilish gleam in his eyes. "And what are you up to, mister?"

"I do say that." he laughed as he dragged her outside. "Now look at that sky, breathe this air, and tell me that this is not just a perfect evening." he said with a grin. "Walk with me a while?" he asked, extending her his arm to take if she was so inclined.

She not only took his arm, but quite gleefully wrapped both arms around it and leaned against his side as they headed down a path, the snow crunching softly and loosely underfoot. It wasn't sticky snow, Alison noted, not the top layer at least. It was wild and fluffy and with a light laugh, she kicked up her feet on the next few steps, watching it drift about them and sparkle under the moonlight.

Haroun watched her punt snow up into the air, thought it a _fine_ idea, and did the same - sending his snow-sprays up higher and farther than hers went. "What a _good_ night." he said with satisfaction. Yes, a perfect night indeed that was _only going to get better_. "We haven't just taken a walk in approximately forever, and we're badly overdue." he said with a smile. "Just you, me, a lovely moon, and a clear night."

She kicked up higher a few times, playfully sticking her tongue out at him. "Is this walking or doing the high step though?" she asked cheerfully - and then purposefully kicked to the side, just enough so that the drifts of loose snow drifted over him rather than around them.

Haroun laughed again and kicked snow over into her path - thus reinforcing the high-step kick-line thing. "I dunno - you'd look a LOT better in the little scrap of a dress than I would." he admitted. He was avoiding the house out back where Cain hung his hat in favor of the less-traveled paths. He kept the pace easy and slow, unconsciously now using his power to keep himself warm.

"Darn tootin' right I would, mister!" Alison agreed cheerfully, before letting go of his arm in favor of picking up an armful of loose snow, flinging the powdery stuff at him with a wicked grin. "And you look rather dashing in all of that white!" She grinned, hands on her hips, surveying her handiwork with much satisfaction and without any intent of running away.

Haroun laughed and then escalated things into a teasing full-blown powder-snow war. Which, given his innate sneakiness and determination to win at any costs, got him one very good double-handful of the cold powdery stuff down the front of her jacket before her retaliation coated his entire head in snow. "Wench." he said fondly.

"Gah! Cold!" Eyes wide and breath not entirely having returned from that particular handfull of snow being stuffed down her front, Alison eyed him speculatively. The snow was soft. He was moving well. And damn it all, he deserved to get dunked in a snow drift. A lot.

Haroun was a skilled practitioner of the martial arts. He'd used those skills to keep himself and others alive. However, against the chilled fury of one affronted American rockstar, all his skills went for naught. Head over heels he went, planted via a rather pretty throw face-first into a nice, deep snowdrift. Emerging, he spit out snow and grinned at Alison, looking like some yeti out of myth and legend.

It was her turn now.

"Eeep!" Scrambling back, knowing only too well what that look and that smile meant, Alison figured that now was a very good time indeed to consider a retreat. A very undignified, slipping on ice retreat, which was still better than getting helplessly buried in a snowbank. She grinned the whole time, though, delighting in the knowledge that all of this meant Haroun was feeling better, physically, enough so that he'd leap into a tussle without a second thought.

Haroun pounced. It wasn't one of his better pounces in the grand scheme of things, but it was, nonetheless, a pounce. Right into a snowbank, getting them _both_ coated in the light, powdery, _cold_ snow. But the cold didn't matter as he kissed her.

A muffled gleep was all Alison had the time for in between being pounced, landing in the snow and then being thoroughly kissed. It was, however a good distraction, still winter. And they were in snow. And in love and war, some said all was fair. So really, it was easy for Alison to proceed to stuff as much snow as she could down the back of Haroun's jacket, the second they both came up for air.

Haroun arched his back as the cold snow slid in a liquid mess down his spine. "COLD!" he shouted, and then laughed, using his superior upper-body strength to give Alison a thorough facewash in the snowbank. He let her up after a few seconds, though - it wasn't like he wanted to suffocate her. "Evil woman." he said, teeth chattering.

"You started it!" she replied cheerfully, even though it was pretty much an even score there as to who had started what, truth be told She got to her feet and bounced in place a few times, deciding that getting warmed up now was a very good idea indeed. "You're right. S'cold. And that means..." with a merry grin, she then turned and ran, sticking her tongue at him over her shoulder.

Haroun ran after Alison, laughing. "Kamere, you!" he called after her, actually managing to gain some ground on her. He was doing so well -until his foot hit an icy patch under the snow and he flailed wildly to try to regain his balance. He rocketed forward far faster than mere friction and his flailings could account for, and he inadvertently body-tackled Alison. Hard.

After a few seconds, which involved her being still against Haroun's body as they moved forward at high speed instead of falling into the snow and her being flattened, were enough for Alison to realize something was going on. "Whaa?" They were moving. Forward still. Fast. Eyes widening, Alison realized 1) what was possibly going on and 2) where they were headed for.

There was a lot of snow there.

"Oh shiiiiit!"

The two of them skated across the frozen-over lake and straight into Cain's (and the kids') enormous snowpile. He finally managed to get control but they were both well and truly buried deep in the snowpile, the cave created by their forcible entrance collapsing from the heat and from the utter lack of structural integrity.

"Grnmfl!" Which was, really, all Alison could manage to utter while covered in that much snow. As soon as all the flailing Haroun limbs were located, Alison held her breath and light blazed forth briefly, solid and real though not hard hitting. Enough to nudge most of the snow away from their upper bodies, Alison pushing up to take a deep breath, before blinking down at Haroun bemusedly, covered in snow. "Did you just do what I think you just did?"

Haroun steamed in the snowpile, the dusting on his skin flashing to water and running off of him in small rivulets. "I ... don't know." he said, staring at himself in wonder. "But hey, I'm an engineer and I'm drafting you in the name of Science. Do you trust me?" he asked her with one of Those Looks.

"Oh boy," was Alison's only reply, even as she hauled herself out of the snow and blinked at him. "Oooooh boy."

And nodded.