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[the-dashing-darling]

genevieve-davenport​:

(Do Not) Let It Snow || Open

Snow. God it was disgusting. It was probably the only thing about traveling that she really despised. Super hot climates? Not a problem. Constantly rainy days? Bring it on. But snow? Pffft. Snow and cold and subzero temperatures could easily get fucked.

Still, Genevieve had a duty to her followers to get out there and explore. Her tagline was “Adventure Awaits”, after all. (And then, of course, there was the added fact that she was only in Swynlake for a reason and she also needed intel on that, too).

So bundled up as best she could, her steps took her down Main Street. How… quaint. Everything so far about Swynlake was quaint. A quaint little town nestled in its own little corner of the world. Where they celebrated things like the first snow.

As she meandered further, slowly making her way to the park in lieu of the clothing stores and obvious hunter’s pub, she couldn’t help but frown as something cold and wet whizzed past her ear, bringing a new set of cold chills down her spine.

“Hey! Why don’t you watch where you’re throwing those things! Last I checked, I wasn’t involved in your little game.”

.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry! Our bad, didn’t mean to-- christ, Raoul, apologize to the woman!”

Michael’s best mate, Raoul, had come to Swynlake.

He’d hopped on the first plane after Abu Dhabi and so many hours later, here he was, just for a few days before he’d head off to Bobby’s place (Michael might go with him, it was still up in the air!) But blimey, it’d been a long long time since he’d gotten to proper hang out with his mate! And yanno, Raoul was jetlagged to all hell. Had to tire him out somehow so he might fall asleep tonight and they’d have a go of tomorrow!

And so... snowball fight. 

Raoul grinned at the woman, his eyebrows perking on his forehead though in a look that Michael knew well. Ah, he thought she was fit. Oh boy, here we go.

“I’m so sorry, mademoiselle!” Raoul’s pretty French accent tickled the air as he came forward. “How can I make it up to you?”