[ curiously, elsa takes his unlocked phone in both hands, careful not to touch the screen so as not to disturb the application. she hates doing that. with her lips pursed to one side, she flips through the photographs, pulling at the photos to expand them and zoom in on – ]
Those little faces!
[ she laughs and even hugs his phone to her chest for a moment when she looks at a photo of both dogs. ]
They're very photogenic, Bellamy, [ she informs him seriously, nodding a few times. ] You ought to be proud of your two.
[ he can't help but smile, laughing lightly at her hugging his phone. he figures all golden retrievers are photogenic, not that he goes through the instagram tags or looks up vine videos of that specific breed of dog. ]
[ shifting in his seat, he sits up straighter. looking at her hands holding his phone, he finds it's difficult to think of her as someone who can easily turn it into ice and even shatter it with a hard press of her fingers. ]
They're really good dogs. You should come over and see if you can make them chase after snowflakes or something.
[ elsa's touch is dainty, just enough to move the application around. she is especially careful with other people's property, especially because she has accidentally destroyed her own phone in the past.
peering at a photo of him, she then turns it around and grins broadly. ]
I think I like the facial hair, not as much as a clean shaven look, I admit.
[ she doesn't comment much on his appearance... to his face. the moment the words leave her mouth, she presses her lips shut and looks down. ]
[ bellamy looks to the phone, then ducks his head. with an embarrassed smile, his gaze sweeps over the table. ]
Yeah. O felt like taking a photo.
[ and so he'd bothered to smile instead of hide his face away. under the belief he can somehow take his phone back, save that picture, see octavia laugh or smile at the mere sight of what had made her happy, he'd wanted to keep it. the memory of that day remains with that photo, and so he doesn't think to wipe it from his phone. ]
[ lifting his head, he looks at her, and though he'd often leave it be, even mumble a shut up depending on the company he's with, he thinks to tease her instead. it's what he would've done on the ark, long before everything fell to shit. ] I'll keep that in mind, though. Maybe you should edit your Cuddlr to say you like the clean shave.
[ elsa has folders filled with pictures taken with anna, one of their arms extended under the phone (or the selfie stick anna thought to purchase for ultimate selfie taking). she laughs, finding that they aren't very different from them in that respect.
if only octavia were still here. ]
I hardly know when Anna is drawing me. You've seen some of those, haven't you?
[ elsa looks nonchalant, getting an idea when she turns the phone back to herself, fussing with the features. ]
[ it's lucky for one of them that bellamy hears his name called out. glancing over his shoulder toward where he'd ordered the pizza, he gets up, sliding himself out of the booth to stand. glancing at her looking at his phone, he suspects her to be simply scrolling through the pictures (there's nothing incriminating in there — after all, bellamy isn't the type to take shirtless selfies standing in front of the mirror) and so doesn't care too much about her holding his phone and going through it. personal space? he doesn't quite know what that is anymore. ]
What drink do you want? [ he smiles, and it's clear he's simply taking the piss out of her when he asks, ] Ice tea?
[ her fingers move quickly and deftly this time, her lips pursed to the side. she barely hears him when he asks her a question and she gasps. ] Yes! That would be wonderful, any flavor please.
[ she exhales and shakes her head, finishing her typing. his phone rests face down in his place.
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elsa has a decent poker face this time, her lips curved in a tiny smile when bellamy returns. ]
[ and he returns firstly with the pizza, placing it down roughly in the centre of the table, before he goes back to the counter to get her her ice tea and himself a beer. it's easier to bring them separately, given he doubts he's as talented as the waiters and waitresses who can balance almost anything on their arms. ]
[ sliding back into the booth, he looks up at her, then to her glass. unaware of what she's doing with his phone, he remains unfazed. she likes his dogs, he has pictures of them on his phone (and plenty of them to last an entire day of scrolling), so he only assumes she's looking at those. ]
Cold enough?
[ the last time elsa had a glass in front of her, she'd cooled it with her own touch. and he may just want another demonstration without so much as outright asking for it. ]
[ somewhere deep in his photos is one of elsa herself, her tongue poking out playfully with her eyes wide. it's a silly picture of a serious queen, and the only proof he might have of whoever changed his profile text and photo. but she'll leave that for him to discover later on.
she leans forward in her seat again and wraps her hands around the glass, frosting the exterior without thinking about it, unwittingly doing as he wished. ]
Now, it's just perfect.
[ plucking a straw from the cup on the table, she unwraps the paper from around it and places it in the glass. ]
[ he's happy she falls for it, even though it isn't so much as falling. watching her with a smile he doesn't think to try and take, he shakes his head and looks to her glass than her hands. reaching out to brush his fingers against her drink, he finds it's very much as cold as he thought it would be. ]
It's still weird you can do that.
[ taking a slice of pizza, he drops it onto his plate. ] Extra cheese for the Queen of Arendelle. Might be a bit hot for you.
[ she takes the fork and knife off her plate and rests them on the napkin on the table, making room for the pizza slice she has her eye on. taking the crust between her fingers, it isn't too hot for her, but she can still tell that it is fresh from the oven. she moves quickly, not wanting to scald the tips of her fingers, and places the steaming slice on the platter. ]
It smells divine, [ she observes without sniffing theatrically as she is prone to doing around her sister. ]
[ it doesn't matter, bellamy still finds it odd that he knows someone who can easily ice a drink with a mere wish of her own will. he's slightly embarrassed by her comment, but doesn't respond to it, instead waving his hand over his thick slice and leaving it to cool down. ]
[ looking up at her, he arches his brow. ] Did you do your smelling thing already?
[ making fun of her is fun for him. elsa has always been slightly unique, even eccentric in the way she behaves and the things she takes pride and joy in. he can't help but find his mood improves by how innocent her own intentions often are. being around someone who simply wishes to enjoy the world around her makes him feel a little lighter — and more open to noticing what's around him isn't as dangerous as he wants to believe. ]
No, and I won't because you'll tease me for it again.
[ pulling at the melted cheese stretched between her plate and the pizza platter, she plucks it up and deposits it in her mouth, then hastily wiping her bottom lip with a paper napkin tucked beneath the lip of her plate. it would be easy to blow cool air over their pizza but she supposes that takes half of the fun away, so she waits with him, watching the steam rise from the food. ]
I can certainly see that you requested extra cheese, [ she comments with a raise of her eyebrows. ]
You should do your smelling thing. [ he doesn't stop smiling, not when he looks to the pizza before them then up at her. a part of him wants to see her do it for the sake of getting to tease her, another part wants her to keep up her tradition of behaving so innocently and unguarded. ]
I ordered a cheese pizza with extra cheese. [ he picks up his slice and takes a bite out of it, finding that ordering extra cheese leads to strings of it and a potential mess. clearing them away with his fingers, he looks down at his slice. ]
[ his first extra cheese on a cheese pizza. he does think to tell her that, but forgoes it for now. ]
How's all the snowgies? Did they do something for you today?
[ fine. she does it, closing her eyes, lifting her chin, smiling as she inhales. it's quicker than the last time, but she does it because he's asked and she doesn't want to disappoint, even if she's risking embarrassment. ]
There.
[ she holds the pizza, one hand around the crust, the other supporting the smaller end of the slice. before she answers, she recalls the mildly disastrous results of the morning spent in the arendelle townhouse. ] Well, they certainly made breakfast interesting. I ruined the pancakes.
[ bellamy smiles, but says nothing. as much as he wants to tease her, leaving her alone to enjoy herself — and in his company — is what he wants. he thinks he can tease her about it later, if she ever takes him out to another food place. ]
[ picking up his pizza, he's about to take another bite when she answers him. looking up at her in amusement, eyebrow slightly arched, he doesn't eat his slice. given how chion didn't seem so bothered by the day, he can hardly imagine what a bunch of snowgies would do for an event he still thinks is stupid to publicly celebrate with a day dedicated to it. lowering it, his voice contains an amused laugh, ] What happened?
[ as she chews and before she even begins talking, elsa laughs around her slice. there is a gleam in her eyes even as she chews with her hand covering her mouth. ]
You step away from mixing the batter for one moment and suddenly you're no longer the chef in your own kitchen!
[ she shakes her head and licks her lips, swiping a string of cheese away from her chin with her napkin. ]
It was quite the mess. I told Anna not to worry herself since she had places to be and I had the morning to finish what I started. And then I messaged you.
[ and why isn't she providing pictures of the catastrophe? when it comes to snow — and the snowgies, marshmallows, olafs — bellamy finds he wants all the information. despite being her friend, he still isn't over the thought of snow. his snowball remains in his freezer, just as chion stays in his care despite the problems he's had with the animated snowball. ]
[ he doesn't eat, looking at her, waiting for her to paint the scene in incredible detail — or take him back there so he can experience it for himself. ]
Well, they took it upon themselves to finish the pancake batter, of course! And grill them, and get their feet into them. I was frightened that they would melt themselves on the stove and managed to get there in time to save the day. In a way.
[ elsa exhales, but her eyes remain wide, covering her cheeks with her hands. ] It was horrible, milk everywhere, flour all over the floor. I fear I may have some batter behind my ear.
[ she laughs and closes her eyes and leans back against the cushioned seats. ]
[ bellamy doesn't even think to eat. much like a kid enrapt in a story, he watches her, and laughs. he tries to imagine it, a hoard of snowgies attempting to assist in the kitchen. he can only assume it ended in disaster, even though, looking at elsa, he doubts it was that bad. ]
I wish I could've seen it.
[ and he does. the snowgies seemed to work as a well-oiled machine, a good group of snow-warriors who seemed content to assist at olaf's, despite their mischievous nature. ]
[ taking a bite out of his pizza, he looks at her, as though he can see behind her ear. ] You've got batter all along here. [ it's with a smile he drags his finger down the slope of his nose. ]
[ with him, she can be gullible, but she isn't so gullible to believe that she missed something when looking straight at her reflection in the mirror. even so, she blushes. ] It wasn't that amusing a sight. Well, it was a little bit. Will you get the batter off my nose, please? I've a bit of pizza grease on my hands.
[ leaning over the table, she presents her nose, jutting her chin out a little bit if it helps him reach her better. she blinks a few times, casting her gaze to the window. ] If oyu please.
[ usually elsa blushes a red similar to that of someone lost in the snow. and though he thinks he sees her blush, he doesn't expect her to play along. it'd been on a whim he'd even said it. whenever elsa tends to say anything, he tries to latch onto it to see her smile. ]
[ dropping his pizza on his plate, he reaches for a napkin, wiping his hands before he rubs them on his jeans. he expects her to lean forward then pull away with a laugh, but when she stays where she is, he finds himself leaning forward. gliding his fingers along the slope of her nose, his eyes trace the curve of it. ]
[ his smile is small. he looks up at her hair, expecting to see some snowflakes still there, despite knowing they melt when in the sun. his voice is quiet, ] I think it's gone.
[ if this is taking the joking a little too far, elsa isn't sure if she wants to back down or not. watching his face, she holds her breath while he gently swipes his finger down the bridge of her nose, licking her lips nervously.
she likes the teasing. it's always good-natured and she thinks it means ... something. she isn't sure what thing, but she knows it's important. her eyelashes flutter and she doesn't pull away immediately after he touches her. ]
Thank you, [ elsa whispers, leaning away from the edge of the table. ]
[ while bellamy is more than content to be as oblivious as he had been before new years, he knows that this means something. it may not factor into the grand scheme of things, but he knows that reaching out and touching elsa means something. he hadn't thought much of holding her hand or pressing his fingers into the small of the back, too caught up in talking to her and trying to remember the way to the chocolate shop he thinks she favours above any other. but he knows that this one means something. ]
[ after everything that's happened lately, bellamy can't quite run or hide from this. ]
[ so, he pulls back, hands in his lap, and glances down for a moment. reaching for his beer, he takes a sip, eyes following it when he places the bottle down. ]
[ his voice sounds a little rough to him. ] Do the snowgies do that in your castle back home? Come over and cook?
No, not at all, [ elsa laughs a little too much. she takes this moment to take another bite from her pizza, a hearty one that requires her to chew a lot and lick a bit of cheese from the corner of her mouth. her gaze remains fixed on her lap for the duration of this chewing before she looks up at bellamy again, having gathered herself enough to continue. ]
I think they've learned a thing or two since their ... inception in Eudio. They mostly are up to no good in Arendelle, but since there are fewer of them and they tend to follow me around more often than not, they seem to have evolved.
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Those little faces!
[ she laughs and even hugs his phone to her chest for a moment when she looks at a photo of both dogs. ]
They're very photogenic, Bellamy, [ she informs him seriously, nodding a few times. ] You ought to be proud of your two.
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[ he can't help but smile, laughing lightly at her hugging his phone. he figures all golden retrievers are photogenic, not that he goes through the instagram tags or looks up vine videos of that specific breed of dog. ]
[ shifting in his seat, he sits up straighter. looking at her hands holding his phone, he finds it's difficult to think of her as someone who can easily turn it into ice and even shatter it with a hard press of her fingers. ]
They're really good dogs. You should come over and see if you can make them chase after snowflakes or something.
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peering at a photo of him, she then turns it around and grins broadly. ]
I think I like the facial hair, not as much as a clean shaven look, I admit.
[ she doesn't comment much on his appearance... to his face. the moment the words leave her mouth, she presses her lips shut and looks down. ]
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Yeah. O felt like taking a photo.
[ and so he'd bothered to smile instead of hide his face away. under the belief he can somehow take his phone back, save that picture, see octavia laugh or smile at the mere sight of what had made her happy, he'd wanted to keep it. the memory of that day remains with that photo, and so he doesn't think to wipe it from his phone. ]
[ lifting his head, he looks at her, and though he'd often leave it be, even mumble a shut up depending on the company he's with, he thinks to tease her instead. it's what he would've done on the ark, long before everything fell to shit. ] I'll keep that in mind, though. Maybe you should edit your Cuddlr to say you like the clean shave.
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if only octavia were still here. ]
I hardly know when Anna is drawing me. You've seen some of those, haven't you?
[ elsa looks nonchalant, getting an idea when she turns the phone back to herself, fussing with the features. ]
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What drink do you want? [ he smiles, and it's clear he's simply taking the piss out of her when he asks, ] Ice tea?
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[ she exhales and shakes her head, finishing her typing. his phone rests face down in his place.
his cuddlr needed a little editing.
elsa has a decent poker face this time, her lips curved in a tiny smile when bellamy returns. ]
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[ sliding back into the booth, he looks up at her, then to her glass. unaware of what she's doing with his phone, he remains unfazed. she likes his dogs, he has pictures of them on his phone (and plenty of them to last an entire day of scrolling), so he only assumes she's looking at those. ]
Cold enough?
[ the last time elsa had a glass in front of her, she'd cooled it with her own touch. and he may just want another demonstration without so much as outright asking for it. ]
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she leans forward in her seat again and wraps her hands around the glass, frosting the exterior without thinking about it, unwittingly doing as he wished. ]
Now, it's just perfect.
[ plucking a straw from the cup on the table, she unwraps the paper from around it and places it in the glass. ]
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It's still weird you can do that.
[ taking a slice of pizza, he drops it onto his plate. ] Extra cheese for the Queen of Arendelle. Might be a bit hot for you.
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[ she takes the fork and knife off her plate and rests them on the napkin on the table, making room for the pizza slice she has her eye on. taking the crust between her fingers, it isn't too hot for her, but she can still tell that it is fresh from the oven. she moves quickly, not wanting to scald the tips of her fingers, and places the steaming slice on the platter. ]
It smells divine, [ she observes without sniffing theatrically as she is prone to doing around her sister. ]
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[ looking up at her, he arches his brow. ] Did you do your smelling thing already?
[ making fun of her is fun for him. elsa has always been slightly unique, even eccentric in the way she behaves and the things she takes pride and joy in. he can't help but find his mood improves by how innocent her own intentions often are. being around someone who simply wishes to enjoy the world around her makes him feel a little lighter — and more open to noticing what's around him isn't as dangerous as he wants to believe. ]
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[ pulling at the melted cheese stretched between her plate and the pizza platter, she plucks it up and deposits it in her mouth, then hastily wiping her bottom lip with a paper napkin tucked beneath the lip of her plate. it would be easy to blow cool air over their pizza but she supposes that takes half of the fun away, so she waits with him, watching the steam rise from the food. ]
I can certainly see that you requested extra cheese, [ she comments with a raise of her eyebrows. ]
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I ordered a cheese pizza with extra cheese. [ he picks up his slice and takes a bite out of it, finding that ordering extra cheese leads to strings of it and a potential mess. clearing them away with his fingers, he looks down at his slice. ]
[ his first extra cheese on a cheese pizza. he does think to tell her that, but forgoes it for now. ]
How's all the snowgies? Did they do something for you today?
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There.
[ she holds the pizza, one hand around the crust, the other supporting the smaller end of the slice. before she answers, she recalls the mildly disastrous results of the morning spent in the arendelle townhouse. ] Well, they certainly made breakfast interesting. I ruined the pancakes.
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[ picking up his pizza, he's about to take another bite when she answers him. looking up at her in amusement, eyebrow slightly arched, he doesn't eat his slice. given how chion didn't seem so bothered by the day, he can hardly imagine what a bunch of snowgies would do for an event he still thinks is stupid to publicly celebrate with a day dedicated to it. lowering it, his voice contains an amused laugh, ] What happened?
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You step away from mixing the batter for one moment and suddenly you're no longer the chef in your own kitchen!
[ she shakes her head and licks her lips, swiping a string of cheese away from her chin with her napkin. ]
It was quite the mess. I told Anna not to worry herself since she had places to be and I had the morning to finish what I started. And then I messaged you.
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[ and why isn't she providing pictures of the catastrophe? when it comes to snow — and the snowgies, marshmallows, olafs — bellamy finds he wants all the information. despite being her friend, he still isn't over the thought of snow. his snowball remains in his freezer, just as chion stays in his care despite the problems he's had with the animated snowball. ]
[ he doesn't eat, looking at her, waiting for her to paint the scene in incredible detail — or take him back there so he can experience it for himself. ]
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[ elsa exhales, but her eyes remain wide, covering her cheeks with her hands. ] It was horrible, milk everywhere, flour all over the floor. I fear I may have some batter behind my ear.
[ she laughs and closes her eyes and leans back against the cushioned seats. ]
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I wish I could've seen it.
[ and he does. the snowgies seemed to work as a well-oiled machine, a good group of snow-warriors who seemed content to assist at olaf's, despite their mischievous nature. ]
[ taking a bite out of his pizza, he looks at her, as though he can see behind her ear. ] You've got batter all along here. [ it's with a smile he drags his finger down the slope of his nose. ]
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[ with him, she can be gullible, but she isn't so gullible to believe that she missed something when looking straight at her reflection in the mirror. even so, she blushes. ] It wasn't that amusing a sight. Well, it was a little bit. Will you get the batter off my nose, please? I've a bit of pizza grease on my hands.
[ leaning over the table, she presents her nose, jutting her chin out a little bit if it helps him reach her better. she blinks a few times, casting her gaze to the window. ] If oyu please.
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[ dropping his pizza on his plate, he reaches for a napkin, wiping his hands before he rubs them on his jeans. he expects her to lean forward then pull away with a laugh, but when she stays where she is, he finds himself leaning forward. gliding his fingers along the slope of her nose, his eyes trace the curve of it. ]
[ his smile is small. he looks up at her hair, expecting to see some snowflakes still there, despite knowing they melt when in the sun. his voice is quiet, ] I think it's gone.
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she likes the teasing. it's always good-natured and she thinks it means ... something. she isn't sure what thing, but she knows it's important. her eyelashes flutter and she doesn't pull away immediately after he touches her. ]
Thank you, [ elsa whispers, leaning away from the edge of the table. ]
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[ after everything that's happened lately, bellamy can't quite run or hide from this. ]
[ so, he pulls back, hands in his lap, and glances down for a moment. reaching for his beer, he takes a sip, eyes following it when he places the bottle down. ]
[ his voice sounds a little rough to him. ] Do the snowgies do that in your castle back home? Come over and cook?
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I think they've learned a thing or two since their ... inception in Eudio. They mostly are up to no good in Arendelle, but since there are fewer of them and they tend to follow me around more often than not, they seem to have evolved.
[ snowgie psychology? elsa isn't sure. ]
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