(open) snow comes and falls and goes

[stefanged]

Who: Stefan Salvatore and you!
Where: The ski lodge
When: 6/02-6/04
Rating: PG, probably
Summary: A general catch-all for the shenanigans Stefan will get up to, whether it's curling up with his journals or hitting the slopes.
The Story:
a) the lodge
[ Now this was more like it. Stefan gets a little too distracted by the roar of the fireplace and that sweet hot cocoa. He'll make himself comfortable in the common room, curling up under a thick red blanket as he scrawls down notes in his journal. He'll spend a fair bit of time in the room he shares with Akechi, too, and people are more than allowed to wander in.

Or maybe it's late, and instead of staying in his room with Akechi, he's sitting by one of the windows and lightly tracing shapes on the glass before wiping them away. He hasn't seen snow in a long time, and at this hour, it feels almost mystical. ]

b) the slopes

[ Skiing is a lot more fun than he remembered. The windchill doesn't even bother him anymore as he gears up for yet another run on those slopes - and while he's comfortable on the bunny slopes, he's equally comfortable on the blue ones too.

Unfortunately, that ski lift isn't his friend, and as he's riding it alone, it just so happens to get stuck. One minute turns to five and five turns to turn and he isn't getting desperate, but it sure feels awkward.

Just when he decides to jump down, he catches sight of someone nearby and so, he calls out – ] Hey! Can you get maintenance for me?

[ Or, you know, steer clear in the event he has to get himself out. ]

c) wildcard

[ Want to do something that I haven't written down? Take this as a free card for anything and everything and lets get the ball rolling. ]

Comments

[stefanged]

[ Stefan nodded, his expression growing more wistful. ]

It's a little less annoying in Mystic Falls - you've got six thousand as opposed to two-hundred something - but yeah. It's very much the same idea. Everyone knows everyone, and gossip spreads like wildfire.

[ . . . ]

There's not much that stays secret after a while.

[jivitadana]

If you don't have anything to hide, isn't that okay?

[Minato never did get around to asking if other non-supernaturals knew about vampires, witches, all of them existing. He wondered how those people would have reacted to knowing. But wasn't that why vampires had compulsion? To make them forget things even did happen?

He smiled a little though, nudging Stefan with his elbow a bit.]

Just get on the next plane to Japan and I'll meet up with you.

[stefanged]

[ Technically, even “normal” people have something to hide. Stefan doesn't draw attention to this, though, instead returning Minato's smile. Those normal secrets aren't Stefan's to tell. The existence of the supernatural is a shared, open secret, told to those with power beyond most people's wildest dreams. But secret societies and underground lab research and even failing marriages? Those could happen anywhere.

(Probably still do, if the basement of the mansion is any indication.) ]

I promise. If I remember anything from back home, I'll head over as soon as I can.

[jivitadana]

I think you'd like it.

[Really, Stefan could have his choice of bustling city or quiet countryside, then take a day trip or so to the forest, mountains, or snow, and the ocean was right there. He supposed that was the benefit somehow of living on an island.]

Thanks too for hanging out with me all the time.

[stefanged]

You make it sound like a burden, [ He said with a laugh, elbowing Minato right back. ] I'd spend any day with you. No questions asked.

[ Stefan means it: when he's with Minato, he forgets about home and about the sadness that had burdened him for so long. The past may define him, but also so do his actions - and he can choose to move forward and make stronger connections. This, Minato had taught him. ]

[jivitadana]

Thanks. Same here.

[Minato felt the same way. He liked spending time with Stefan, someone who didn't expect anything out of him or asked him to be a certain way or to do anything for him. He never asked him for anything either. Minato thought time and time again that he could just be himself without any preconceived notions.]