A Breakfast Rendezvous [waxworks]

[20monkies]

That brief moment tangled in Grace's limbs made Onyx feel like the day would start to crumble around them. He had become a fumbling fool, and those ponies that were skating around them could see it so clearly plastered all over his face. He tried to play it cool as he normally would, with a flick of his hair, after flirting hours on end with any other mare that swooned his way, but this was different.

Grace wasn't like those other mares that he could brush away. She was… innocent. That was perhaps the best way Onyx could describe her personality with as. Playful, fun and in her own way, loud.

That dorky smile she flashed at him completely caught him off guard, as he was not expecting that. Not after the incident that was his own doing. He could see that there was a smile playing on her face, one that simply would not disappear.

Onyx couldn't help it. The corners of his own lips tugged into a wide, toothy grin as he hooked an arm into her's. He cleared his throat, gazing across the pond at Stump who was yelling and calling out to the two of them.

"Let's get off these dangerous contraptions, shall we? Stump is right. I think we've had enough fun on the ice for today." As he steadily directed her back to the shore to meet with Stump.

Once his hooves were on semi-solid, snow covered ground, Onyx collapsed onto his hind legs and began undoing the straps. He eased them off with care, putting them aside carefully as he relaxed completely, leaning back on his forearms. His silver eyes just did not leave Grace for one moment.

Onyx blew away a lick of blue hair that fell over his eye, still grinning at Grace.

"Hot chocolate?" He asked, eyes brightening at the thought. His own cheeks were tinged pink, the cold chilling him a little. He stood up, gently kicking off the snow fluff on his legs. Onyx looked to Stump and cleared his throat once again. "Unless you're up for a snowball fight?" waggling his eyebrows, his hooves nudging at the snow in temptation.

[waxworks]

Grace's mind was still doing flip flops and loop-de-loops from their little affair on the in ice, and in the back of her head she swore she could hear a theater audience cooing at the two of them and their awkward romance. The mare was grateful for the escort off of the ice, because she couldn't help shake the image of great plumes of steam escaping while the lake melted due to some sort of indiscretion. While arm in arm with her escort, she flashed him a disguised glance, genuine coyness helping to mask her curious scrutiny as she took in Onyx more than she had previously.

He'd been quite the showpony the other night, poised, planned, exuding a calm, cool, collected aura with his band in front of all of those fans, and despite being a performer herself she'd assumed that fierce coolness would make him irreproachable to the point she'd be too nervous to even act. But here he was, casual, charming but in a more haphazard, natural manner than in a coldly calculated fashion, literally tripping over himself to be sweet and kind.

As she undid her skates with a quick magical tug on the laces (and a mildly frightening casual kick that sent the skates one-by-one into a nearby snowbank, neatly embedded side-by-side) she reflected on the ice once more when her ears wiggled.

"Hot chocolate?"

She suddenly blushed with a chuffed grin on her face as she shot an "are you serious?" expression to Onyx... and then noticed the vendor selling hot chocolate that he was pointing at. Realizing this was actually an invitation to cocoa and not a sudden try at a pet name she brushed it off with some embarrassment with an "oh yes, of course" expression, nodding that she could quite go for some cocoa.

Stump flashed her a terribly amused smirk, and the moment Onyx looked away for cocoa purposes she took a quick moment to shove her burning face into a snowbank, before quickly resuming a nonchalant stance.