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Lorna Dane	There was a knock in the stillness of the ice hotel's heavy silence. It was early, early as in seven in the morning early. The thick iron doors that helped support the arch ways opening up as the house keeper greeted the two sleepers inside with a cheerful 'Good Morning!'. The room itself was still a sparkling sculpture of ice all about. Around the room were floral designs and vines that danced up to the ceiling. In the center of the room was a raised platform of ice. With a headboard and footboard made of snow and ice made to look like trees that crested high above the two that slept. Closest to the ice platform were piles of reindeer pelts to protect from the element, and above that, were the thermal sleeping bags meant to handle all the cold. There was another metal door off to the side, likely leading to the bathroom and sauna that was kept at a toasty 20 degrees. The rest of the room was a chilly 5 degrees by now. The house keeper entered and making sure that the occupants were actually waking up, walked over and settled two piping hot cups of lingonberry juice at the bed side table. Which was carved from more ice and lit from a string of lights inside. After checking to make sure both Bobby and Lorna were in the process of stirring, he left and shut the door behind him with a cheery. 'Breakfast in thirty minutes!' Lorna groaned, muttering about the cold as she sat up, her sleeping bag huddled around her face and over her head. She snaked out a hand, grabbing the cup and pulling it into the darkness of her sleeping bag.
Bobby	"Lorna princess, did someone just come into our room?" Bobby asks with the sound of sleep covering his eyes and the grogginess of his voice struggling to recover from the slumber.     "I don't want to move I finally feel like I'm home and I don't want to get out of bed." The disembodied voice chruns through the air from whereever Bobby ended up falling asleep.
Lorna Dane	Lorna wiggled on the ice pallet that was covered in furs to better squint at Bobby from the warmth of the sleeping bag cocoon she'd slept in. "Yeah, house keeper guy I guess. He left some hot juice." She took a sip, and hmm'ed, "It's red. I dunno what it is. Pretty good though." A green eyed glance returned to Bobby and she grimaced faintly from her spot inside the sleeping bag. "You might be comfy, but I am near to freezing when I get out of this thing. I'd really rather not freeze to death and all. I've had enough cold for a few years. I'm more than ready to go home." She sniffled as if to prove her point, and poked at Bobby's frame with her toes still inside the sleeping bag.
Bobby	Bobby frowns and pulls away and actually wriggles a few times so that he can slowly and 'seemlessly' roll over in the bag before his hand moves to rest on the small of Lorna's waist. "Do we /have/ to get out? I mean, I feel like we only got to sleep like, an hour ago." Bobby says slowly opening his blue eyes to look at Lorna and he has to bite back his giggle but it still spreads across his face like a wildfire.     "You look so sexy with that bed head Green." Bobby says with his boyish kind of wink to the woman.
Lorna Dane	Lorna elbowed him lightly as Bobby came up beside her and she carefully continued to sip at the piping hot lingonberry juice that had been left behind for them. "I for one am used to running on little to not sleep and still functioning. How do you think I got through my Master's degree?" She drawled, and eyed him even as he made a comment about her hair. "You can't even see it. It's under a hat, under a sleeping bag." She huffed, and made a rather grumpy expression in Bobby's direction. Functioning without sleep, Lorna was capable of. Being polite was another thing entirely. "We have to get up and get out of here so I can get some cell reception." She muttered.
Bobby	"Do you really want me to answer that question?" Bobby teases with a pinch of his fingers before pulling his hand back away after the elbow and he frowns as he is called out all the time. She doesn't seem to like playful nosleep drunk Bobby. "I still love your hair Lorna." Bobby says as he defeatedly squirms his way back onto his other side and she can feel him scrounging around for a pillow to fluff back up and stuff under his heavy head.     The ice man eventually groans a response to her demand. "Do we have to? Just relax for a few minutes Lorna, you need to unwind a bit you've been so stressed it's going to make you as grey as your father."
Lorna Dane	Lorna continued to sip at her lingonberry juice, clutching it with both hands in the warmth of her sleeping bag bundled up fabric. She shot Bobby a glowering look, one that was entirely devoid anything beyond the vague sense that the woman was extremely groggy. She sniffled and drew her legs up to her and huddled up further against the cold. A sound escaped her as he pinched her lightly, and she huffed. But a faintly mollified look crossed her expression as he stated how he loved her hair on his squirm back to the other side of the sleeping bag. "I've been here for a few hours already Bobby. That is relaxing. People are going to start looking for me if I don't respond soon. I have responsibilities. I don't get much of a say in it these days.." She mumbled, the grumpy muttering still present in her voice, but it wasn't directed at any one thing in particular.
Bobby	"That's because you haven't taken charge of your life." Bobby says idly as his heavy eyelids lower back down while he faces away but he does struggle again to lay on his belly and turn his head in Lorna's direction. "Giving others the chance to control you like they have." Bobby says in his weird sort of half wise sort of way, he's not trying to be a jerk about it. He's trying to be honest with the woman he admires and is quite infatuated with the woman that he hopes feels the same. He's worried this is some sort of emotional rebound and truely wants it to be something a bit more real, but he's also been afraid to voice those concerns. Maybe that's why Bobby wants Lorna to stay longer and relax with him a bit more.
Lorna Dane	Lorna paused in sipping her juice and leaned over to set it aside with care not to spill what remained. She twisted back around, wiggling awkwardly inside the sleeping bag to more fully face Bobby and close some of the space he'd made between them. She reached out a hand toward his shoulder, her lips pursed into a thin line. "No one is controlling me. I make my own choices. But my time isn't free to do what I want Bobby. I chose to go to Genosha over a year ago. I chose to stand as their Princess and accepted everything that goes with that. I've worked so long and so hard to help the people of Genosha. It's just grown beyond that... now that.. that I'm heir.. It's different. Before I was just one of a possibility. Pietro and Wanda are older than me. No matter how much my father hinted at his intentions.. it didn't sink in." She murmured, her voice soft. "Now it's not that I might be second or third in line for the throne some day. There's a very real possibility that my father might do something stupid and I'll be Queen far sooner than I expected." She bit her lower lip hard, and stifled a shiver. "I'm working with borrowed time to be prepared for that."
Bobby	Bobby stays silent for a few moments and he feels that twinge in the back of his throat. He's jealous. He knows he's jealous of Lorna's attentions and duties, but he has to be above it and he wants her to be happiest above all else, even though he knows she's resigned to a life of hardships and maybe even a life of servitude of her nation and people. She might have sacrificed her happiness in perpituity already.     This idea bites at Bobby's body and he has to turn his head slightly and the words he knows he can't ask slip out as he's concerned for her but he uses the wrong words. "This isn't just a fling is it, or are we going to actually make this work." This being a relationship.
Lorna Dane	Lorna paused as she waited for hear what Bobby had to say to everything, but she wasn't entirely expecting him to jump from the topic of her duty and responsibility to their... relationship, or whatever it was that they'd started up again. She inhaled a sharp breath, lowering her green eyed gaze from her hand on still out stretched to a point on his shoulder. She slowly pulled her hand away from him, "I don't know. Can you handle that..?" She asked, glancing back at him. "Being in a relationship with me. With who my father is and who I am. With my being out publicly as a mutant. People know who I am. They know who my father is. They have to. There wouldn't be a private life for us." Genosha would always come first. She vaguely wondered if the Queen of England had to have this conversation with her husband. Wondered if there was a right or wrong way to tread.
Bobby	"Is that what gives you hesitation?" Bobby asks, feeling a sudden chill coarse through him as her hand leaves his shoulder and he keeps his body pointed downwards with his head turned towards her on the pillow. "I mean, that only makes sense Lorna. I - I l-" Bobby pauses and catches his own words. "I care for you deeply, I've been thinking about this and other aspects of what it would mean to be together. I'm willing to go through all of it for the chance to try again. And I mean really REALLY try Lorna."
Lorna Dane	Lorna hung her head, biting her lower lip again as if she couldn't help it. She wrapped her arms around her waist. "I never stopped caring about you Bobby. You were my first boyfriend. I just.." She swallowed hard, "When everything came out and you couldn't handle it.. I couldn't handle it, either but.." She stumbled over her words and reached up to tug at the knit hat that covered her head. "I don't want to drag you into all of that if you're not comfortable with it. People would know who you are, what your powers are, they'd hold you to higher expectations because you were walking around with me. There's newspapers, paparazzi, interviews. There's schedules, meetings, safety codes and body guards. You can't just show up anywhere and every where. A lot of people //hate// Genosha, hate me. Hate my father and my family." She swallowed thickly. "It's why I haven't tried to date anyone. How is it fair? To them? To me? I'll always go when Genosha needs me, and people will target those I care about if I'm not careful."
Bobby	Slowly Bobby gets it and turns his whole body towards Lorna and as she's speaking, or he thinks she's done speaking, Bobby leans closer, closing the gap between the two of them and moving one hand to curl around the base of her hairline and he presses his lips to Lornas.     It's a deep, calm, and purely emotional kiss. It's not the intimate kind of romantic kiss, it's a kiss of finality, of purpose. He really has thought about this. This kiss is a choice, a finale a signature on a contract that has been written since before they were born. Before time began.     Slowly Bobby pulls back and opens his eyes. "For you." Are the only words Bobby feels he needs to say in that moment.