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Post by Afonso Silva on Dec 21, 2011 16:36:58 GMT -5
It wasn't that Afonso didn't like the snow, in fact, he found the little snowflakes tumbling about in the air really interesting. Watching them swirl about lazily before settling on the constantly growing mound of them on the floor was beautiful. Snow was very pretty, more so than he expected. However, it was also a great amount colder than he had ever imagined-- and the feel of it was definitely not as nice as the sight of the thing. Afonso had zero tolerance for the cold, and Whistler was so exceptionally chilly. Even through the several layers of clothes he'd wriggled on, he could still feel the outside world nipping at him, making him shudder with discomfort on occasion.
Growing ever frustrated by the constant frosty sensation, Afonso did find himself questioning exactly why he came out to Canada in the first place, to this ridiculously cold ski resort when he had absolutely no experience whatsoever with any kind of winter sport. But then, he had to remind himself that Antonio was out here for the season with Lars, which more likely than not meant Sven was there too. Vancouver was also much closer to New York than Madrid or Amsterdam, so it almost seemed like the occasion was presented to him on a silver platter.
The cold however, was certainly not his cup of tea at all. But, Sven seemed keen to get up on the slopes for some sledding, and while Afonso was strongly against stepping foot out of the warm, cozy lobby of the ski lodge, to waste the trip huddled up inside seemed, almost ungrateful. So there he was, trudging slowly up a little snow-capped hill, hauling a sled behind him. About halfway up the slope, he turned his gaze back towards the oddly enthusiastic little Dutchman before pausing for a moment.
"Sven? Is this high enough?"
He'd never been sledging before, and really had next to no idea what he was doing. That said though, he wasn't at all fond of moving any further up the incline, and hoped quite dearly that this was a decent enough distance. He wasn't looking forward to spending any more time than need be outside. The more time they spent outside, the more inviting that log fire in the lodge seemed.
ooc ;; i hope this is alright, let me know if you'd like me to change anything. ;U; b
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Dec 22, 2011 3:19:58 GMT -5
Even though he wasn't the most outdoorsy seeming kind of person, Sven could definitely appreciate the beauty of nature. When he was younger, he mostly stayed inside Amsterdam, and even as an adult, he stuck to the cities, but he when out backpacking with his friends when he could, and rode his bike around everywhere. Vancouver was a city, obviously, but Whister was a good ways away from the sparkling lights and had its own sort of ruralness to it. It was nice to get out and breathe every once in a while. Determined to enjoy his break from school and work as much as possible, he dragged Afonso out onto the mountainside for a little sledding. He wouldn't risk skiing, as broken bones would cost him his job, and sledding seemed less dangerous. That, and Afonso had been complaining about the cold all night, so a day of skiing didn't seem idea.
He'd made sure both he and Afonso were as bundled up as could be. Afonso clearly didn't know how to dress for the cold, so Sven had stuffed him inside gloves and a hat and all the warm clothing that he could fit into. Sven himself layered up jackets and sweaters and a coat, since this sort of cold seemed to go right down to his bones. He'd had also filled a thermos with hot chocolate to use as bait for Afonso. If it got too cold for his boyfriend, Sven hoped could settle him down with a nice warm beverage. He had cigarettes as a back up. There was no way he was going to let the cold ruin his and Afonso's first vacation together.
He trudged behind Afonso up the mountainside, the sled dragging behind him. He really hoped the two of them would fit on the sled. When he'd asked the sled rental manager if the sleds were big enough for two, he was pretty sure the manager meant big enough for a man and a woman. Given that both Sven and Afonso were close to six feet tall, this might be a problem. They'd just have to make do.
"Yes, this is probably far enough." They weren't too far up, but definitely enough for a little fun. Sven certainly didn't wan't to scare Afonso off after one little ride. He kicked the sled up the last of the slop and propped himself on the front of it, he heels sunk into the snow and braced him and the sled up. "Come on, sit on the back and hold on tight!" He grinned encouragingly at his boyfriend and held tight to the sled rope while he buried the base of the thermos in the snow, ensuring that they'd have to ride at least once more.
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Post by Afonso Silva on Dec 31, 2011 6:52:03 GMT -5
His teeth were chattering now. Great. The amount of snow here seemed absolutely relentless, like it was never going to stop falling. While at La Maranga he remembered the ground being kind of frosty in the November, which at the time seemed really cold in itself, but watching Paris being dusted almost sparingly with snow was something else, that was a great lot colder. But it was still bearable. The Parisian Winters he'd seen resembled something like a thin tarp a painter might lay down before starting his work. Vancouver however just looked like it'd been carelessly buried under duvet after duvet of snowflakes; and the pile just seemed to keep mounting.
He couldn't really say he was thrilled to be on the slope, but the sooner he complied and got the sledding over and done with, the sooner they could get back inside to the warm and the dry. Afonso couldn't really see himself going on another holiday like this again either. Surely the whole point of a holiday was to relax, this just felt like more work. Trudging about in the cold, falling over in the cold, being cold-- and tired, who would want to be tired on a holiday? The logic was beyond him. But, to each his own; clearly there were a lot of people who liked this kind of thing, looking at the heaving ski lifts and clutches of holiday-goers a few hills down.
Drawn out of his aimless musings by a slight shiver, Afonso felt something of a wave of relief when their miniature trek came to a stop, and took the time to pause and readjust the gloves Sven had lumped onto him earlier, which were definitely a blessing. His fingers still felt just as warm as when they'd first set out. He couldn't say the same for his toes, but he wasn't sure he could really remedy that now. Come to think of it, how long had they been out exactly? How far back was the lodge from here--?
"Come on, sit on the back and hold on tight!"
His train of thought derailed once more, Afonso turned to look back at the wide grin across the other's face and couldn't really place where he got all that energy and enthusiasm from. While he didn't have jet lag to contend with on this trip, he just felt a bit tired. Sven however didn't seem reluctant in the slightest; and Afonso wouldn't put it past him to sled down all the slopes he could possibly get himself onto. So perhaps he was just being too cynical. Maybe this "holiday" wasn't such a bad idea after all. It was a break from work, despite the copious amounts of hill-climbing, and he was with a fair amount of good company. He owed it to himself to stop complaining and just enjoy the thing.
"Coming!" Loping hastily over to his boyfriend, Afonso bent his frame awkwardly, before flopping not-so-gracefully onto the sled. Moving to try and shuffle himself into place, he wasn't sure if the thing would be able to carry them both. Not comfortably anyways. Taking a firm hold of the back of Sven's coat for stability, Afonso stretched out his legs, settling his feet on the front of the sled. Decidedly content, he smiled over the other's shoulder, totally oblivious to the flask partly immersed in the snow.
"Ready to go?"
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Jan 13, 2012 2:38:22 GMT -5
With Afonso settled onboard the sled, Sven was excited to finally get going. Afonso would enjoy this experience, he was certain. What kind of person didn't enjoy sledding? "Wrap your arms around my waist, otherwise you'll fall off, " he warned, laughing. The last thing they needed was for Afonso to go flying off the back and crash into the snow. If that happened, Sven doubted he'd be able to lure his boyfriend back outside, and if he was hurt at all, he wouldn't want to bring him out into the snow either. Afonso could be so sensitive to the cold...
He turned his head and glanced back at the Portuguese man. "More than ready. Don't let me go!" With that, he turned back to the slope and gripped the sled's rope tightly as he kicked them down the hill. After a few kicks, the sled started to pick up speed and the pair tore down the hill. Sven let out a happy shriek and cackled wildly. Wind ripped through his hair and his cheeks chapped in the cold. Sledding was always such an exciting experience. Sven felt younger than before, and the warm at his back reminded him that he was sharing this moment with someone else.
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Post by Afonso Silva on Jan 30, 2012 16:43:06 GMT -5
Jolting at another shiver running the length of his spine, Afonso listened to the instructions carefully, before settling his arms around Sven's waist and lacing his fingers together. "Aha, I hear you, don't worry." He definitely didn't want to fall off. That was, the last thing he wanted. He probably wasn't dressed in nearly enough layers, and tumbling headlong into a snowdrift wouldn't help his case at all. If he caught a cold, he'd probably spend the rest of the holiday curled up inside his cabin. Not that he was complaining, he wouldn't mind that one bit really.
With the second response he tightened his grip around the man's waist and dug his feet into the boards at the head of the sled. As the pair of them gradually picked up speed, he decided that this, wasn't anywhere near as bad as he had anticipated it being. It was actually pretty enjoyable. While he wasn't nearly as ecstatic as the Luxembourger perched in front of him, he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying himself either. Cracking a smile he let out a smallish laugh and shook a wayward stand of hair from his eyes; this was fun! Digging his heels into the snow at the base of the hill, he leaned back in the sled, loosened his grip and snickered quietly. "Can we do that again?"
[ooc ;; dhsjkahdkjs this is so short and late i don't even-- my apologies. ;A;]
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Feb 5, 2012 13:43:05 GMT -5
Admittedly, maybe they started a bit far up the hill for Afonso's first time sledding, but Sven was certain he'd be right about this. They flew down the hill with such speed that Sven could swear he was drunk off adrenaline. He hoped his boyfriend was enjoying it nearly this much, because even if his cheeks were dried by the cold wind, he had no intention of stopping after only one ride. Snow kicked up along their sides and he could feel it sinking through his pant legs. If things were going as planned, this meant that instead of Afonso getting wet and giving up, Sven would be able to convince him to go again and keep him relatively dry.
A laugh rumbled out from behind him, and Sven knew he'd done a good job. Now that they were safely parked at the bottom of the hill, he twisted his waist to grin back at Afonso. The other man looked happy enough. "Of course we'll be going again! Did you think I was going to let you get away with just one run down the hill? Come on, up we go." He climbed off of the sled and held out a hand for his boyfriend. Even if Afonso had been complaining about the cold before, this was proving to be an interesting vacation. Sven was certainly happy with how things were going. Now if only he could get Afonso to ski with him...
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