[ At least he knows how to do that much. He swings a leg over the motorcycle to get situated - we'll assume this is after the Maidening is over so he doesn't flash anybody - and motions for Astarion to join him. ]
[Who wouldn't want to be graced by Winter flashing them, though. But no, thankfully, they are more practically dressed to go blazing down the street on a motorcycle.]
Put my arms around you? Oh, I suppose if I must.
[How difficult!! Anyway, Astarion does as he's told, swinging a leg over to sit behind Winter, then looping his arms around him.]
[ Winter definitely didn't mind being stuck in a maid costume for however long, but we can all agree that it's not ideal motorcycle-riding attire. ]
I know. A trial and a hardship, I'm sure.
[ Oh nooo his darling boyfriend has to hold him close, how will they survive. Anyway, once Astarion is settled, Winter starts the bike up and it revs to life.
It's probably very encouraging to hear Winter muttering something like, ]
Throttle, brake, steering... yes I think that's correct.
Ahem, right. Hold on tight!
[ He definitely underestimates just how much throttle makes the thing go, because they are suddenly rocketing off down the street at a very alarming speed. ]
[Oh, yes, very comforting. Though he suspects that Winter has it handled, all the same — he’s clever enough to figure out how to ride a contraption like this, no matter how many moving parts it has, right?
When the motorbike growls to life, Astarion straightens and does indeed hold on tight.]
Let’s see how this thing handles, shall we— aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA—
[ Too fast! Definitely too fast!! Winter loses control over the bike instantly, but at least he's able to react quickly enough that when they wipe out, they don't crash and burn.
Instead, they skid right into a pile of garbage bags at the back of some building, cushioning the blow. That outing lasted, what? Five seconds? ]
[How funny it would be that, after surviving everything he's been through, Astarion died via bike wipeout. Good thing Winter is quick-witted enough to avoid such a fate, and instead they go flying straight into a pile of black garbage backs. The vampire yelps as he's thrown into the pile, buried beneath.
A muffled, manic laugh-]
Ha!
[And then he sits up, a garbage bag tumbling down and rolling away. His sunglasses are lopsided on his face.]
[It's all a bit ridiculous, and though it could be a ding against his pride, Astarion's been a lot worse situations. In comparison, sitting in a pile of garbage bags is tame.
Besides, he's unharmed. Winter looks just as dazed as he does. It's not like he can even be angry about it.]
No, not at all. Just a bit dizzy from our topsy-turvy landing.
[Ah, but he stands up, dusts himself off, straightens his sunglasses, and offers Winter a hand.]
[ At least no one was around to watch them eat shit. Winter’s poor pride can only take so much battering when certain people (Malkuth) insist upon calling him average.
He takes Astarion’s hand, hauling himself up to his feet. Once there, he gives the vampire a once over, and can’t quite suppress a small laugh as he reaches up to pluck a bit of orange peel from snow colored curls. ]
[He crosses his arms, raising a brow with a smirk on his face.]
Of course. Unrelated.
[He will, in fact, do Winter a favor and pretend he's totally not looking up a tutorial on how to ride this thing. Meanwhile, he picks a piece of trash off his shiny new bike, idly.]
Just gives him a Look, but he's teasing, of course. Lovingly.]
Let's hope not. A more manageable speed will let us enjoy the sights of the city, anyhow. [He'll let Winter hop on first before he follows suit just like last time, sitting behind him and wrapping his arms around his middle whenever he's ready.]
[ Once they’re both settled, Winter starts the bike up again, but this time when he throttles it, their take-off is much more gradual. A little wobbly, sure, as they try to find their balance, but once they sort that out it’s more or less smooth sailing.
Driving, whatever. ]
Still with me?
[ He says not realizing that Astarion probably has to deal with his massive mane of hair in his face. ]
[This is a much better pace. He holds on, and the city is gliding past them rather than blazing, and it's actually quite nice, how smooth this ride is.
And then he gets a mouthful of Winter's hair in his face.]
Ffttpah! [He says, very eloquently, trying to spit it out as they go. Yes, he's still with you.] Yes, darling, and while this is going much better than the last attempt, I can't help but notice how much hair you have.
[ The motorcycle tips worryingly as Winter tries to turn and look at the vampire behind him. With a bit of a wobble, he straightens again. Okay, no looking around until he has a handle on this. ]
My love, I would do many things for you. Or to you!
[Like moving his hair out of his face as he occasionally gets whapped by those dark locks. What if he just holds onto a bunch of it with one hand, keeping his other arm securely wrapped around the warlock?]
Taming your hair is something I'd do in a heartbeat, and for lesser reasons than this.
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Well! Then... start her up- [Or whatever. Hand waggle.] -and let's give her a go, shall we?
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Sit behind me and put your arms around my middle.
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Put my arms around you? Oh, I suppose if I must.
[How difficult!! Anyway, Astarion does as he's told, swinging a leg over to sit behind Winter, then looping his arms around him.]
What now? "Hold on tight"?
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I know. A trial and a hardship, I'm sure.
[ Oh nooo his darling boyfriend has to hold him close, how will they survive. Anyway, once Astarion is settled, Winter starts the bike up and it revs to life.
It's probably very encouraging to hear Winter muttering something like, ]
Throttle, brake, steering... yes I think that's correct.
Ahem, right. Hold on tight!
[ He definitely underestimates just how much throttle makes the thing go, because they are suddenly rocketing off down the street at a very alarming speed. ]
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When the motorbike growls to life, Astarion straightens and does indeed hold on tight.]
Let’s see how this thing handles, shall we— aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA—
[There they go.]
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[ Too fast! Definitely too fast!! Winter loses control over the bike instantly, but at least he's able to react quickly enough that when they wipe out, they don't crash and burn.
Instead, they skid right into a pile of garbage bags at the back of some building, cushioning the blow. That outing lasted, what? Five seconds? ]
Sweet hells. I might have made a miscalculation.
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A muffled, manic laugh-]
Ha!
[And then he sits up, a garbage bag tumbling down and rolling away. His sunglasses are lopsided on his face.]
Just a bit, don't you think?!
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I'm sorry! It looked so easy when I've seen other people do it.
[ A sigh, and he drags a hand through his hair. ]
You're not hurt, are you?
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Besides, he's unharmed. Winter looks just as dazed as he does. It's not like he can even be angry about it.]
No, not at all. Just a bit dizzy from our topsy-turvy landing.
[Ah, but he stands up, dusts himself off, straightens his sunglasses, and offers Winter a hand.]
How's my hair?
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He takes Astarion’s hand, hauling himself up to his feet. Once there, he gives the vampire a once over, and can’t quite suppress a small laugh as he reaches up to pluck a bit of orange peel from snow colored curls. ]
Trying out a bit of garnish, were you?
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Eyes track the orange peel, and he makes a face.]
Eugh. Not purposefully, no. We could be due a nice, warm bath after this little outing.
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That's the worst of it, thankfully. I'm all for a warm bath, but perhaps we might try going further than a handful of yards first.
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[He goes over to the poor bike, bending down to grab it by its handles and lift it back upright.]
Need to look at the user's guide before we try again? [He's teasing.]
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[ He steps over to help Astarion with the bike, snapping the kickstand down with a foot. ]
Completely unrelated, give me five minutes.
[ He is looking up a tutorial. (He should have done this earlier.) ]
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Of course. Unrelated.
[He will, in fact, do Winter a favor and pretend he's totally not looking up a tutorial on how to ride this thing. Meanwhile, he picks a piece of trash off his shiny new bike, idly.]
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One youtube tutorial later... ]
Alright. I think I've got it now.
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Liltingly-] Are you sure this time?
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A flat look. ]
Yes, I'm sure. I'm not going to send us careening into any more garbage.
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Just gives him a Look, but he's teasing, of course. Lovingly.]
Let's hope not. A more manageable speed will let us enjoy the sights of the city, anyhow. [He'll let Winter hop on first before he follows suit just like last time, sitting behind him and wrapping his arms around his middle whenever he's ready.]
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Driving, whatever. ]
Still with me?
[ He says not realizing that Astarion probably has to deal with his massive mane of hair in his face. ]
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And then he gets a mouthful of Winter's hair in his face.]
Ffttpah! [He says, very eloquently, trying to spit it out as they go. Yes, he's still with you.] Yes, darling, and while this is going much better than the last attempt, I can't help but notice how much hair you have.
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I guess I should have worn it up, hm?
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I'll braid it for you next time!
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[ His hair is not that wild, usually. He takes very good care of it. Right now, it's all over the place. ]
I'm touched.
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[Like moving his hair out of his face as he occasionally gets whapped by those dark locks. What if he just holds onto a bunch of it with one hand, keeping his other arm securely wrapped around the warlock?]
Taming your hair is something I'd do in a heartbeat, and for lesser reasons than this.
[You know, if he had a heartbeat.]
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