Not requested.

Ship(s): Platonic CALM'D

Category: Fluff

Warning(s): None

Summary: Virgil somehow gets dragged along to one of Roman's "fun" outings.

Wingfic & also inspired by a sledding trip I went on a few months ago!

(sjsjsjs it's been a while, sorry guys)

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"Roman," Virgil whined. His boots sank into the snow as he trudged after his friends, rubbing his gloved hands together and shivering. "Why..."

"It's going to be fun," Roman replied, repeating the phrase he'd been reciting for the past thirty minutes or so.

"I'm freezing," Dee muttered. His canary-yellow wings fluffed up in the cold, lifting up slightly to shield his face from the chilled wind. He scowled and shook snow from his feathers.

"Almost there!" Roman chirped, his pace quickening. Everyone else hurried after him.

"I'm sure Roman has a plan," Patton said. His own wings, a light baby blue color, flapped behind him of their own accord. Logan rolled his eyes and tightened his scarf.

A huge hill loomed before them, packed and coated with white snow. The surrounding trees were laden with ice, drooping over their heads and glittering in the sunset. The ground crunched beneath their feet.

As they proceeded up the massive slope, Virgil began to realize it was much, much larger than he'd originally assumed. They actually crested one hill before finding out that another hill rose up after it. Virgil almost considered going back, but at Roman's excited grin, he gritted his teeth and followed.

"... and we're here!"

Okay. The view was amazing.

From the very top of the hill, a frankly gargantuan slope of fresh snow rolled out before them, dipping once before evening out into sparse grasses. The sun's dying light cast a brilliant golden sheen over the ice.

"What are we doing up here?" Logan asked, his teeth chattering.

"Sledding!"

Roman fished five sleds out of the undergrowth, each one gleaming with newness. He set a bright yellow one at the crest of the hill.

"But not sledding like you might be thinking," Roman said. "C'mere, Dee."

Dee grumbled but walked over and lowered himself onto the sled, flattening his body and tucking his wings in. He gripped the bars tightly.

"Do exactly what I say," Roman told him. "Okay, when you hit the second hill, spread your wings and let go of the sled."

"Are you crazy?!"

"Nope! Have fun!" And with that, Roman shoved Dee's sled off the hill and sent him racing down.

Everyone crowded around to watch his descent. Screaming the whole time, Dee rocketed down the slope. His sled smacked into the second hill and bumped into the air, Dee's yellow wings flashing open and catching the wind with his momentum. The wind shoved him high into the air, sending him spiraling off into the distance, his sled sliding to a halt at the base of the hill.

"Holy shit!" Dee shouted faintly.

Roman grinned proudly. "Ta-da."

"Me next," Patton said eagerly, lying down on his sled. Roman pushed him off too, and he repeated Dee's movements, flying off the sled and zooming into the darkening sky.

"I would rather not," Logan said. He stepped back, but Roman ushered him onto the sled anyway and sent him off.

Then it was just Virgil.

"Oh, no," Virgil muttered, turning to escape his friend's madness.

Roman caught him by the shoulders and wheedled him around to face the sled. "C'mon Virgey~" he sing-songed, inching Virgil closer to his doom. "It'll be fun."

"That was awesome!" Patton yelled, whirling in an intricate loop around Logan and Dee. Even Logan gave a begrudging thumbs-up.

"See?" Roman saw his nervous hesitation and smiled. "I'll go first, then. How's that?"

"... okay."

Roman pulled up his sled, laid down, and shoved off. It was dizzying just to watch. Roman picked up speed faster than the others, so when he kicked off, he shot straight up into the air, a speck of crimson feathers against the ebony sky.

"Yes!" Roman crowed distantly.

Closing his eyes and steeling himself, Virgil slowly lowered himself onto the sled. The bar was cold under his fingers. He glanced back briefly at his own wings; big grey and purple ones built for high-altitude flight. He should be fine. The thought didn't ease his anxiety.

"Okay," Virgil whispered, adjusting his position. "Okay."

The sled wobbled off the first slope and took off, gaining speed rapidly. Snow and ice sprayed up and showered Virgil in biting cold. He fought back a cry of terror.

When the first hill suddenly rose into the second slope, his sled smacked into the dip and bounced high into the air, and his wings shot open behind him at the same time his fingers released the sled. Virgil soared with his momentum, dipping into a tight loop before spinning sharply over the tree line. Snow tumbled down from the branches his foot clipped.

His friends were waiting for him, circling around each other in spots of bright color and laughing. Logan drew to a halt when Virgil flew over. Logan's wings were a deep, glittery midnight blue, so dark they could almost be black in the fading sunlight.

"I must admit," Logan said, rolling his eyes, "it wasn't as unpleasant as I expected."

"Yeah. But don't tell Princey that. He doesn't need an ego boost."

"Agreed."

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