❄️❄️❄️Frozen Fractals❄️❄️❄️ (show_yourself) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-06-08 04:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elsa of arendelle, weiss schnee |
Who: Ice Queens
What: A date
When: 6/7
Where: A fancy restaurant
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Status: Complete
Elsa had gotten cold feet, on multiple occasions. While she’d spent time with Weiss, she’d never actually taken her on that date. And then things had happened, like orcs, and it had felt like a good enough excuse.
And yet, here she was, wearing a floor length gown that hugged her hips, with a plunging v-line neck, and bare shoulders and back. Honestly, Elsa didn’t really do low-key, but that was besides the point.
If anyone asked, they were just friends going out to dinner at the hottest restaurant in town, and it wasn’t actually a date. Good publicity for Weiss Schnee, mostly, and good publicity for the hottest architect in town.
Who was in need of a new job, but she didn’t want to think about that.
Her natural need for space fought a desire to have no distance between her and Weiss(which was confusing to her but Weiss seemed so … sad and distraught somewhere under the surface and Elsa knew what that felt like and she wanted to cup her face and kiss her and whoa reel it in Elsa reel it in).
Where was she? Right, walking in with Weiss, her hand brushing Weiss’s just once as they were led to their table.
The entire reason it had been suggested that Weiss move to Orange County had been for moments just like this. Out on the town, looking absolutely amazing, and wearing coordinating diamond accessories. Weiss had chosen a white dress with a swath of rhinestone decorated mesh that wrapped around her mid section and exposed her back. She'd paired it with a modest necklace, but on her wrist dangled the most luxurious diamond bangle in the Schnee collection.
She'd worn the bracelet for her father, but the dress? She'd picked that out for Elsa. Weiss had probably spent too much time primping and pampering herself before this day for it to be strictly a night out, but she'd wanted to wow Elsa. Unfortunately, she couldn't concentrate on whether or not her strategy had worked, because Elsa had rendered her incapable of breathing.
Weiss hadn't been able to even speak much in the car, and thought for certain she'd forget how to walk in heels. Especially after Elsa just barely brushed her hand on the way in.
She wondered if this was how Ruby felt around people all day, and tried to keep her cool as she took her seat. "I hope the wait staff in here is efficient. I'm dying of thirst and this restaurant is packed."
It had been hard not to flirt with Weiss in the Uber, and more than once Elsa had said or done something that made them both blush furiously.
And if she was honest with herself she was loving it. If Weiss had wanted to wow her, she’d succeeded, at least judging by the fact that Elsa had been speechless upon seeing her get into the car.
“You’re not the only one who is thirsty,” Elsa admitted. She flagged down the waiter, “Two waters, please?” She considered ordering herself some wine, but she wasn’t sure loosening up was a good idea right now. There was more hot than cold in her eyes when she looked at Weiss.
If Weiss had been old enough to drink, she definitely would have ordered something stronger. Even though she needed to keep a clear head so as not to embarrass herself in public, she still would have done it. This territory was completely uncharted and Weiss wished for something that would stop her hands from shaking. Or sweating profusely.
She pulled the napkin off of the table and daintily placed it on her lap so that she could wipe her hands on it. "It's warm in here, that's hardly helping with our thirst issues."
“Allow me,” Elsa said. She placed her hand on the table, dropping the temperature of the table by a few degrees. The coolness was like a breeze that hit both of them, but it didn’t really help Elsa, at least. She needed to be even colder, but she didn’t want to be.
Despite the display of her power, Elsa’s smile was warm, “I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier, but you look amazing.”
The breeze was extremely welcome, though it wasn't nearly enough to make Weiss feel in control of herself, either. And she absolutely didn't know how to take a sincere compliment from a gorgeous woman. She ducked her head off to the side and grabbed one of her arms, "You look amazing, too. Or... well, I think you're the one that looks amazing. I pale in comparison."
Weiss hoped that sounded alright, and tried to stop the urge to fidget nervously with her fingers. Habits like that, ones that betrayed emotion, were the sorts of things finishing schools tended to train out of young rich socialites, and her father especially held to the same sort of teachings. "I... don't really know how to do this. Am I okay? Is this... good?"
“You’re gorgeous, don’t be ridiculous,” Elsa chided gently. She folded her hands on the table, a similar sort of nervousness running across her skin. “”And… I think this is good. This is okay. I mean, I didn’t exactly go on a lot of dates, but I’ve been on some. This is okay.”
If she was the one with experience they were in for a time.
"Everyone is always telling me that. I'm a model, after all. It starts to lose meaning when you work in an industry that snipes behind your back about your looks, and everything else about you. Compliments in my family especially are... just not often sincere. You always have to ask yourself why." Except that it had been different with her father until recently. She'd been his precious daughter, the obedient one that was perfect in every way.
It was a little unnerving how much of that was a lie. Weiss was still unraveling it, but every day it felt more and more like her dream family and her real world family were tangling together into one vicious ball. Weiss shook her head, "I know yours are sincere. And I... think I like it? I actually have no words to describe what I feel when you say those things. Or look at me like that."
Color tinged Elsa’s cheek. “I never thought of it like that. I’ve never done modeling, not like that. All my modeling is in autocad software.”
Elsa giggled a little at her own joke, reaching over and squeezing Weiss’s hand, “Let’s just...try to relax. No one is going to get pictures of us from where this table is set.”
The waiter arrived then, and Elsa made her course selection, letting go of Weiss’s hand.
That indescribable feeling only got more loud when Elsa touched Weiss's hand. It was starting to resemble the resounding roar of an audience after one of her performances, or perhaps the cheering of the crowd at the Vytal Festival Arena when it was in full swing. Weiss had no idea what to do with that at all. She'd never felt, inside, the way a cheering crowd sounded.
It made even forming thoughts difficult, and she stumbled around her own course choices before finally handing the menu over and turning her attention back to Elsa. Thankfully by then there was water to sip. "I'm trying. To relax, I mean. Maybe we should try boring tea party small talk."Weiss, that’s gay. That’s also Joy.
Elsa was feeling something similar, though her own inner festival was more subdued. Like a close party with friends and family watching the fire crackle in the hearth. And maybe there was singing. But they were both good singers.
“How’s your fencing coming along?” That sounded more interesting than small talk.
"Oh, it's going splendidly!" Weiss exclaimed. Her face lit up a bit, and one of her hands came up to swish through air. Talking about the progress of her combat training was a much easier subject, and one she didn't get to discuss that often. Ruby was the only one she tended to share it with, but Ruby was understandably busy these days and Weiss didn't want to bother her or add any extra stress.
She changed the positioning of her hand, as if she was holding her sword, "My fighting stance is getting much more solid, and my aim is definitely improving. Though I admit my overall technique is far from flawless yet. It would be easier if I had something more to practice on than shrubbery."
Elsa beamed at the expression on Weiss's face, happy to have hit on something that made Weiss happy. "Maybe you can practice on me. I took fencing once. Granted, I was six, but that counts?"
Okay that probably sounded bad at first but at least she recovered well.
"Perhaps we could sign up for real fencing instruction!" Weiss replied, the wheels in her head beginning to turn. "I used to study it here in the real world of course, it was considered practically necessary for the rich elite. Most of those lessons ended when I graduated. I had hoped to train with the rest of my team, but... to be honest?"
Weiss shrugged a shoulder, "We aren't much of a team yet. I suppose I have to give it time. And there really isn't as much to keep us together here."
“All right. That sounds like fun.” Elsa agreed readily. Even if she wasn’t interested in Weiss as more than a friend she would have - she didn’t think she could be interested in someone as more than a friend if she wasn’t interested in them as a friend either.
That made sense in her head at least. “I think I get that. I haven’t gotten as close to my sister as I would like, compared to how close we got in our dreams. But I’m working at it. I think it requires work, and time.”
"I'm not really known for my patience, it's true. But good things require dedication and hard work to earn, and I just know I can at least earn Ruby's friendship." And develop a better one with Yang and Blake, hopefully. Weiss had gotten off on the wrong foot with most of them here in this world, too. Only here, she seemed to care about it more.
But she waved that aside and turned her mind back towards finding reasons to spend more time with Elsa. "Fencing builds excellent muscle tone in the arms and legs and can help with poise and grace under fire, too. You might enjoy the side benefits, and I would get a sparring partner out of it, too!"
She could still work on team skills and aura with Ruby, if they wanted. A little extra training with Elsa never hurt.
“Ruby is wonderful,” Elsa agreed. She was friendly and reminded Elsa of her sister. Only a little less manic. “I’m sure you’ll succeed. You just need to let her see who you really are.”
Leaning back, Elsa asked, “So does that mean you’ve been looking at my muscle tone?”
"Ah... I..." Weiss blinked, then blushed slightly and ducked her head again. "Well... It was hard not to that day we fought the rabbits. And I think my being who I really am was the problem. I really am awful at times. I'm not likeable, I don't accept fault easily, and... you may have noticed I'm a little demanding."
Or a lot demanding. And she didn't let people in easily, either. This date was nothing at all like her, but perhaps that's why it was okay to be seen with another woman in public like this. No one would suspect a thing. Hopefully.
Weiss realised she'd painted a picture that might scare Elsa away, and she hugged herself with one arm, "But I am trying. To be better, I mean."
"You didn't have the view I had," Elsa pointed out. Weiss in a swimsuit had been a little shocking. Nice but shocking. Though Elsa's swimsuit was a lot more revealing. Maybe someday Weiss would get to see it.
Elsa had to admit Weiss had a point. But she also thought there was more to her than appearances. "Do you really know who you are? Have you ever had the chance to find out? No one is perfect. Not even you. And the pressure to be perfect, I kind of understand."
Did she really know who she was? This discussion was getting a lot more serious than Weiss had thought it might. Very far away from boring small talk. Things had changed so much since the dreams had started, and even more after the run-in she'd had with Illia.
She looked down at her hands, "I... guess you're right. Everything about my life used to be so certain. I knew who I was, where I was going, what I was about. I was confident in myself, my looks, and my choices. But it's almost as if I was surrounded by a hall of mirrors this entire time, only the mirrors are starting to shatter."
Under the table, where no one could see, Elsa slipped her foot out of her shoe and nudged Weiss’s with it. That was supposed to be a thing right?
Elsa nodded. “Mirrors, and walls so you couldn’t see what was really going on around you. I can only imagine how confusing this has been for you.”
Was that a thing? Weiss slipped her foot out of her shoe and nudged Elsa's foot in return. Like anything else going on that night, she still had no idea what she was doing. The action was somehow comforting, though, and she thought that was why Elsa had done it.
"It's... probably not something I should even complain about. I've lived a luxurious life. Look where I am, look what I'm wearing! And my house... I have more than enough and a lot more than most. So my father turns out to be a monster... I suppose every rich father is if you look closely enough."
Before Ozma, Elsa hadn’t really been someone who’d think ‘I want to take this woman home and ravish her’ but she now wanted to take Weiss home and ravish her. And yet, she was trying not to trip over herself in the process but Weiss as so pretty and Elsa was occasionally too gay to function. But the footsie seemed to calm Weiss down, so she did it again, trailing her toe against her ankle.
“What matters is what you do next. With what you’ve learned, and your privilege. I know I can do better too.” Elsa dreamed she was a Queen. In both lives she had more money than she knew what to do with, but at least there she did everything she could for the safety and prosperity of her people. It was a terrifying thing, but it was also fulfilling.
No one really ever touched Weiss, especially not in any sort of tender way. That was why the contact was so comforting to her, but as it continued she realised it was also awakening other feelings in her that she had frankly only ever read about.
And would never, ever, admit to reading those kinds of stories.
She took a very large gulp of her water, and nodded her head. "You're right. I need to find a way around all of this, I need to prove what my father is doing, and then I should do something with our vast wealth to help people somehow. It IS a lot to think about, though. It's... honestly terrifying."
“One day at a time.” Elsa’s toe reached Weiss’s shin.
She didn’t know how bad Weiss’s father actually was. How could she? She wasn’t trained to spot those sorts of things and had no experience in that matter. Her father hadn’t been abusive. A little misunderstanding of her needs as a child, but not abusive.
But there was something in Weiss’s eyes that gave her pause. “But please be careful.”
Not even Weiss completely understood how bad her father really was, not yet. But her brother was already a dangerous factor, and Weiss wasn't sure how to handle him.
She also didn't want to burden Elsa with that problem, not yet. Instead, she brushed her shin against Elsa's toe a bit, and nodded her head. "You don't have anything to worry about. I'm probably the most cautious person on my team. Why do you think it took me so long to do this?"
Whitley would be a problem for Elsa too, soon enough, but she wasn’t really aware of that. She didn’t have much of an opinion of him just yet. “I thought it was just me having a lot of problems dropping hints for you to notice?”
Which was partly the truth. Elsa wasn’t particularly good at flirting, except for those times where she just went with it. Her problem was she thought through it too much.
"No, I definitely noticed, I just... had to be careful. I still do. But I think I'm starting to realise that I liked you right from the beginning. Just... I had no idea what it felt like to really like someone before now." Weiss admitted.
Their first course arrived then, and she was glad for the break in the conversation. Revealing personal details like that had a way of making her feel extremely vulnerable. And perhaps that wasn't the worst condition to be in around Elsa, but they were still in public. There were only so many masks a person could take off with the world constantly watching.
“I’m glad to know I made such an impression.” Elsa chewed on her lip, both pleased and flustered, and kind of wishing she could give Weiss a hug. They were going to need to find ways to be able to be less cautious, and she had one idea, “We could go back to my place, after dinner. It’s big and lonely, but there’s a nice tv for movies.”
"Back to your place?" Weiss raised both of her eyebrows up, "Isn't it a little... soon for that?"
Elsa straightened, “Oh. Oh! No! I mean I would like.. I mean actually watching movies. We could make microwave popcorn for what I’m positive is the first time in your life.”
And cuddle on the couch. But thanks Weiss, Elsa was going to be awkward again.
"That really would be the first time in my life. The home theatre growing up had its own popcorn machine, and our chef always melted up fresh butter for us to pour over it." Weiss replied, tapping her finger against her chin momentarily, as if deep in thought. They'd only done family movie night three times that she could remember. The Schnees weren't big on family time in general, and her father had always been a very busy man.
Still, she'd enjoyed her own movie night several times. Just never with microwave popcorn.
"... A movie night does sound nice, actually."
Elsa had never been quite that rich. Her parents had done their share of cooking and in University she’d learned to love the microwave. She moved her foot against Weiss’s, “It’ll be fun. And I think… we could both stand to just drop appearances.”
"I would honestly love that," Weiss said, nodding her head in agreement. She tapped her toe against Elsa's ankle, and smiled. "After dinner is over, though? It really is good food, It would be a shame to waste it all."