It's the most wonderful tiiiiime of the year. For mistletoe!

[ceded]

Oh no, mistletoe!

 

SHOOT. Who put that there?! Well, you’re caught - pucker up!

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon in the subject line
2. Next person who responds is the one you’re caught under the mistletoe with!
3. Go as awkward, sweet, or embarrassing as you like! (Quick cheek peck? Full French? Sure! But you have to kiss or the Nargles will get you!)
4. Comment, Tag, and catch others under the mistletoe. Have fun!

Gratuitously stolen from bakerstreet.

Comments

So I heard someone wanted awkward mistletoe kisses

[crowsicle]

[It's not even clear whether or not Davesprite is awake. The cold makes him a slow starter. He's just kind of floating aimlessly around, bundled up, eyes probably closed if all the partially phasing through walls and doors is any indication.

Oh hey looks like his favorite heat source. Beep beep peep, feathermonster incoming at glacial speeds.]

I DIDN'T SAY IT. BLAME MEG.

[ceded]

[ She's getting sort of used to muzzy, blurry Davesprite in the mornings. Or afternoons. Or whenever he actually gets up.

So when she spots the floating feathery bundle making its way toward her, she giggles and meets him halfway, deftly threading a hand inside of the blanket (and the hoodie he's got on beneath it) to cup his cheek. ]

Hi, sleepyhead.

OH I DO.

[crowsicle]

Mmmmmrrrmnl.

[He leans his head into her hand and then turns a little to sort of butt his forehead against her palm. The crow is more awake than the boy, and the bird wants headpets.]

Mrrning.

good. everything is meg's fault. (i love you meg.)

[ceded]

[ She laughs again. She is just so fond of him. Even when "him" refers more to a fussy crow than a fussy boy.

Obligingly she cards her fingers into his hair, though doing so pushes blanket and hoodie back a little more. With a hum she tips forward, leaning in to press her forehead against his. ]

I should have known you'd still be asleep.

[crowsicle]

'Mmwake.

[He swings his fingers a couple times in front of his face, and then he finally catches the edge of his shades and tips them a centimeter down his nose. He opens one eye to look at her, as if to say, 'See?' And then, as he tilts his head up again to nose at her hand, he sees the little sprig of green and white above their heads and pauses.]

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[ Davesprite looking at her, actually looking at her with his shades partially pushed down and one of those candy bright orange eyes of his peeping up at her, does something funny to her chest that she tries to pretend isn't actually happening.

So she's a tiny bit distracted, not catching on to the fact that he's abruptly paused for another few seconds. Once she does, she stands straight, tilting her head, and then looks up. ]

... what is that?

[crowsicle]

[He blinks at it owlishly.]

...'S mistletoe.

[ceded]

Mistletoe?

[ She frowns, trying to remember if she knows what that is or not. ]

It looks kind of familiar, but I'm not sure why. What's it doing on the ceiling?

[crowsicle]

You're s'posed to kiss under it.

[He just keeps looking at it, not really connecting what he's saying with what he's supposed to be doing. He's definitely not awake enough for this.

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You're-- what?

[ She stares at him, mouth hanging slightly open in shock. Once what he said actually sinks in - since he said it so casually it didn't really hit her at first - she blushes high in her cheeks, and even the tips of her ears go a bit pink. She abruptly seems to remember her hand is still touching his face, and she withdraws it shyly, circling the fingers of her other hand around her wrist instead and bringing both hands to her chest. ]

... oh. Um...

[ Come on, Xion. You have kissed him plenty by now. Why is this scenario in particular so hard? (Because usually it's spur of the moment, or simply because he felt like it or she felt like it -- this is strangely formal.) ]

[crowsicle]

[He looks at her when she moves her hand away and watches her for a moment. Then he smiles and offers his soft, voiceless laugh.]

What? You don't wanna kiss me?

[Okay so he's kind of awake now. He leans in and touches just the tip of his nose to hers, still smiling.]

Way to plod all over my tender feelings.

[ceded]

[ She makes a sound that doesn't quite make it to the level of true vocalization, turning truly red now. ]

Daaaaave. [ She is whining, straight up, embarrassed as she tips her head down just a touch to nuzzle him gently, if still shyly. ]

It's not that! I was just ... surprised, that's all. Of course I want...

[ .... uh. Well. That sure is a thing she just said. She stops herself again, torn between sudden mortification and the vaguely insane urge to start laughing. ]

[crowsicle]

[If she starts, she'll be in good company--Davesprite's chuckling, letting go of the blanket to take her hands, pressing his forehead gently to hers.]

Should I go brush my teeth again? Eat a mint? I can change my hoodie, I dunno when this one got washed last.

[ceded]

[ Wwwwwaaaahhhhhhhhh. She does laugh, finally, a quiet and sheepish little giggle. ]

Maybe you should! Maybe I'll never kiss you again because your breath is gross. [ She picks her head up enough to stick her tongue out at him. ]

[crowsicle]

Oh no, how will I go on.

[But he grins and moves forward just a bit.]

Doesn't mean I can't kiss you, though.

[And he goes to plant a big fat noisy one right between her eyes.]

[ceded]

Wh-- hey!

[ She squeezes her eyes shut when he kisses her like that. By the time he pulls away, she'll be red as a beet and deeply fussed. ]

That ... that was cheating! You jerk!

[ Flings herself at him, laughing in his ear and ruffling his hair. ]

[crowsicle]

[He's caught, and he chuckles as he tries (if trying is even the word for such a half-hearted wiggle) to get away. Chuckles, and then outright laughs as she gets her hand in his hair.]

Hahaha, what, you want cheating, you ain't seen nothing. I am the goddamn emperor of system-gaming. Go on, try me.

[ceded]

[ That gets her to let go and put him at arm's length, watching him with what amounts to a suspicious pout. ]

.... how could you cheat worse than that?

[crowsicle]

[He lifts one eyebrow.

Then there's a quick flash of movement and he's gone, and then another and he's half-covering a grin with his hand, and her hood's been pulled up, and the mistletoe's tied around a pinch of the fabric at the top of it so it dangles right over her face.]

Oh, hey, looks like we're stuck under the mistletoe again, what a crazy random thing that just happened without interference at all, guess you're stuck getting smooches for the rest of pretty much forever.

1/3

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[ WHAT HEY ]

[ceded]

[ why did ]

3/4 i lied

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Dave!

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[ She bats at the mistletoe in front of her face, huffing and puffing. ]

Is that so, wise guy? It's going to be kind of hard to do any smooching when I have mistletoe in my face!

[ FOLDS HER ARMS AND LIFTS HER CHIN INDIGNANTLY. ]

[crowsicle]

Hmmmmmmmm.

[He tilts his head as if to examine the problem from all angles.]

Nah.

[And he leans in, head held just so to avoid the mistletoe, and presses a sweet, soft kiss to her lips. Boop.]

[ceded]

[ Oh.

She makes another sound, half-voiced like before, but the timbre of it is different. For a moment after the kiss she simply stares at him. Then she smiles, true and warm and not teasing at all, and pushes her hood down so the mistletoe goes with it, out of her face.

Then she steps forward, taking his face gently between her hands and kissing him properly this time.

She loves him. ]

You're still a jerk. [ Is what she murmurs, fond, after the kiss has lingered long enough to make her happy. ]