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[likedtheodds]

After a good week and change, Gwaine is starting to have to admit that maybe he's not exactly dead. He doesn't think dead people's hearts beat so quickly. And as strange as all this is, he's not about to rule out a strange kind of magic. Who knew how powerful Morgana and Morgause made themselves, after all

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[hylianqueen]

Zelda had grown used to the snow in the month that it had been around but she would never get used to the idea that, for some reason, it was meant to be thrown on other people. Luckily, she'd dressed in a heavy velvet dress and hooded cloak today, more in keeping with how she'd dressed in Hyrule than how she usually dressed on the island.

"Ah! I didn't realize there was a target painted on my back. Perhaps next time I should wear a different cloak," Zelda said dryly, brushing the snow off before she got chilled.

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine's lips twist up in something that looks like bemusement, but there's a dangerous readiness to his stance. The sword is only a step away. It's not that he doesn't trust her, but he's seen women in dresses and cloaks like that maliciously try and end lives for the sake of nothing at all.

He's grown wary of women in dresses like that. "Perhaps I'll allow a trial the next time," he grants, not taking his eyes off her. "Will I earn the right to know who I've wronged?"

[hylianqueen]

"Oh well, of course," Zelda said, laughing a little to break the tension. "Zelda, formerly of Hyrule and lately of the island. Normally I'm not in such a foul mood but I really don't care for the cold. Especially not when bombarded by snow."

She supposed it could be fun, if she relaxed a little.

[likedtheodds]

"Well, you were looking so perfectly a target, there," he has to admit, a devious little grin on his lips, absolutely not remorseful about his fun. "I'm Gwaine. Of Engred and Albion and Caerleon and Camelot and...well, I could go on. But I'm here now."

[notdrfrasier]

She really shouldn't have been surprised when she was used as snowball target practice once again, really, she shouldn't have. But ending up face first in the snow hadn't been something she'd ever really expected when she'd set off toward the clinic.

Grumbling under her breath, she pushed herself to her knees and looked over her shoulder at the person who'd just nailed her good. She really was not in the mood for this sort of thing, and her expression more than showed that. "You know, that wasn't even remotely funny."

[likedtheodds]

He's laughing. Oh, lord, but he's laughing and his stomach already aches just a mite and he's in real trouble now. He flashes a cheeky grin, trying to look as handsome and innocent as he could. "Maybe not funny, but it did get you talking to me, so it's not remotely a wholly bad thing, beautiful."

[notdrfrasier]

Her eyes narrowed even more as she finally rose to her feet. Brushing the snow off of her front she turned, staring at the man. "You could done what normal and civilized people do and just said hello. You really didn't need to assault me."

She shook her head, her hands coming to rest on her hips. "And I have a name, and it most certainly is not what you just called me."

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine holds up both hands in innocent protest. "Apparently the game's gone a bit too far," he admits with a nod of his head. "I'm Gwaine. And hello. If that's how the polite way of this is going to go, we'll do it your way," he concedes, trying to be kind enough to stave off whatever punishment he's about to endure.

That, or he's about to be run off -- which isn't new.

[burnwithus]

I'm expecting a bullet. But it's just a ball of snow, and he's laughing just like the children of the Seam do when they play. Even if they don't do it often, and they play with sticks and stones and dirty snow. I wipe the rest of it from my face, feeling some of the ice melting through my clothes.

What really worries me is the fact that the snow impedes my ability to be quiet in the woods, the unmelting snow crunching with every step. "Next time you won't hear me."

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine's brows arch, impressed, and he looks her over carefully, assessing how dangerous she could be. He leans on the hilt of his sword in the ground, swaying idly and not making any kind of attack move. "Oh, really? Is that a promise we'll see each other again soon after this?"

[burnwithus]

I step forward out of the shade of the trees and finally get a good look at him and my heart stops for just a second.

"Gale."

No, he isn't Gale. The accent's wrong. And Gale would never use a sword. Cato used one in the arena. He wouldn't touch it.

Gale would never laugh like that.

Something churns at the bottom of my stomach, my fingernails indenting into my palms. The first thing I think is mutts. Maybe these aren't manufactured by the Capitol, but they're mutts all the same.

"Who are you?"

[likedtheodds]

"Not Gale," he assures her, getting a bit more serious at the same time as he's curious as to who he looks enough like that she's mistaking him for someone else. "I'm Gwaine," he says with a curt nod of his head, watching the look on her face. "You look like you've seen a ghost or three."

[pylean_cow]

Fred's been told that the snow's not going to be around for much longer, so she's outside in it again, exploring a little further out than she probably should. But she's been around for months now and she still hasn't seen the dinosaurs, which is a little crazy at this point.

But Fred thinks it will be fascinating to see how dinosaurs might cope in freezing temperatures, if they're even still around at all. She's laughing at the idea of the island having it's own mini Ice Age every year, when suddenly she's hit in the shoulder by a snowball, spraying snow in her face.

"Hey!" Fred exclaims, "Is that supposed to be funny? Because it's not."

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine presses his lips together hard as he can to avoid the instant laugh that comes from someone asking if something is funny (followed by the proclamation that it's not, which instantly makes it much funnier). "I was aiming for the back," he admits. "I wouldn't intentionally do a thing to harm that beautiful face."

[pylean_cow]

"Yeah? Well, you missed," Fred replies, brushing snow off of her coat. And it's not the first time she's glad for the hat with ear flaps that she found in the clothes box a few weeks before; if she'd been hit in the ear instead of the shoulder, she probably would have been a lot less with the shouting and him and more with the shouting in pain.

[likedtheodds]

He ambles over slowly, a genuinely recalcitrant and hopeful look on his face, merging together to become (what he hopes is) charming. "And for that, I am sorry," he admits, offering out his recently laundered handkerchief. "How can I make it up to you?"

[curiously_cora]

Coraline was sullenly stomping around the island in her wellington boots. It was too quiet in the homestead and too noisy at the compound. The only place Coraline had anymore was outside, alone where no one could bother her. No one except silly, stupid men with beards.

Coraline wiped the snow from her shoulder scowling at Gwaine before taking her bag off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

"That's it, you're going down Mister Gwaine." Coraline said, saying the word as if it was a bad word. Coraline smiled, the first smile she had smiled in weeks and grabbed a ball of snow throwing at him pretty accurately.

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine lets out a deep laugh when he gets smacked right in the face with snow. After swords, knives, tankards of mead, bottles of mead, and other heavy objects hitting him over the head, a snowball's really the lightest of all things. "You say that like an insult, but I take pride in my very manly mistering."

[curiously_cora]

Coraline doesn't stop, feet moving quickly as she ducks behind a tree. She bends down quickly making a small pile of snowballs. Coraline is thinking as he laughs. She's quiet and sneaky and he might be a knight but she's Coraline Carter. And Carter's don't let anyone just take them by surprise. He's bigger, stronger but she's quick and nimble and even big things come down easy if you know where to hit.

"Well, your judgement is clearly warped seeing as you think a beard is cool." Coraline said, peeking from behind the tree to throw another snowball at him. "Manly! HA! Even a girl could beat you. A teenage girl."

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine doesn't know about that. But still, he knows better than to thwart the ideas of a teenage girl and so he lets certain hits occur that wouldn't otherwise. Usually when he's fighting as messily as he is right now, it's because he's drunk. Still, he thinks being kind of a better reason than being drunk for fighting so poorly.

"You'll have to promise to award me a token of sympathy if I lose!"