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Reg breathed out, watching as his breath billowed in the air. He blinked a few times when a snowflake managed to land on his eyelashes, then chuckled. “Finally, it's snowing while we're not in the air.” He'd seen the weather and luckily the Clan had been traveling over a large rural area with plenty of room to land undetected.
“Heh, yeah,” Right replied, turning towards him. “Look what I carved in this tree.”
Reg approached, stepping up beside his husband, and smiled at what he saw.
“A constellation?”
Right hummed in confirmation, looking at it. “It’s crooked as all hell, but it could be worse.”
Reg stared at it for a moment longer. “That’s… Taurus, right?”
“Yep.” He chuckled roughly.
Reg turned to face his husband with a crooked smile. “Cute, try Scorpius next!”
Right shrugged. “Nah, I need t’ take this opportunity to get ya at point-blank.”
“Wha-” Reg was cut off when Right shoved a handful of snow directly into his face. He spluttered, trying to wipe it off as the other man burst into hysterical laughter. Reg narrowed his eyes once he had gotten his face free of the worst of the damage, quickly reaching down and grabbing his own snow.
“Ha, you got me good…” Reg trilled to his husband, who was still choking on his own laughs.
“Yeah, I-” Reg threw his snowball hard ahead.
It hit Right in the middle of his forehead, then exploded into a shimmering white cloud that slowly fluttered to the ground around them. Reg smirked smugly, crossing his arms at a very shocked Right. The larger man’s expression quickly shifted after a few moments, his mouth pulling into a lopsided grin. “Oh, I see how it is.”
Right squatted down and gathered another handful of snow, and Reg was fully prepared to dodge, but the man threw the snowball upwards instead of at him. Reg tried to scramble out of the way once he realized what was happening, but it was too late, and the snow knocked loose from the tree branches came raining down on him. He squealed, trying to shake it off but just ended up inhaling some. Reg coughed, then stared defiantly at his partner, who looked extremely pleased with himself. Reg backed up a bit, partly to get out from under the tree but also to have more room to enact his revenge.
In one fell swoop, he bent down and swiped up some snow in each hand, briefly compressed it in his fists, then threw both of the snowballs at Right. Each one hit him perfectly on one of his shoulders, an attack not all that devastating but still satisfying. Reg closed his eyes and giggled, but when he opened them, Right wasn’t there anymore. He didn’t even have a sliver of time to react to this before someone was shoving their hand down the back of his shirt, leaving a lot of snow behind once it was retracted.
Reg yelped as the cold snow slid along his spine, doing his best to shake it from his clothes. Once he had bounced back from the initial shock, he whirled on Right, and pounced. His husband let out a gruff noise of surprise as they were both sent sprawling into the snow. Reg quickly recovered, straddling Right’s midsection and pinning his arms above his head with one of his hands, while he clumsily gathered more snow with the other. “Big mistake, Right! I’ll turn you into a snowman, just watch!”
He halted, dropping the snow when he felt his companion trembling beneath him. Alarmed, he released Right’s hands and stared down at him, concern glimmering in his eyes. “Right? Are you okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“N-Nah, m’fine. Just a b-bit cold, is all, heh,” Right said, punctuating his statement with a shiver.
Reg pulled his gloves off, then reached down and pressed his hands to the sides of Right’s face. “You’re freezing!” he exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Y’seemed like ya were having fun.” He shrugged the best he could from his disadvantaged position. “Didn’t want t’ ruin it for ya.”
Reg exhaled, shaking his head as he gently caressed the scruff of Right’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Right, I can’t have fun if you’re not...”
The larger man leaned into the touch, sighing. “Damn it Reg, why do you always have to go and be all sweet on me like that?”
Reg leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Because I want to. Come on, let’s get back inside with the rest of the Clan, they probably all think we're insane,” he said. “We can make hot chocolate, and snuggle up with some blankets. How does that sound?”
Right reached up and grabbed the front of his coat, gently pulling him down and claiming his mouth in another kiss. “That sounds perfect, luv,” he murmured against his lips.