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

[gordianknots]

I couldn't have said it better myself.

[untilavalon]

It's been quite a year, hasn't it? Certainly not what I was expecting.

[And now she's staring idly at that damned plant, wondering what to do about it.]

[gordianknots]

--I'm afraid to ask what your expectations were.

[untilavalon]

Then I'll spare the details.

[gordianknots]

[He nods, and dares to ruffle King Arthur's hair.] Understandable.

[untilavalon]

[Instinctively, she ducks away-- but she doesn't seem angry about it, at least.]

I doubt you had any better expectations...

[gordianknots]

[Oops, sorry there Saber.]

Maybe some half assed attempts at assassination, but.

[untilavalon]

--Attempts at assassination?

[gordianknots]

What, you don't think taking apart the grail pissed people off?

[untilavalon]

--Right, of course. It must have slipped my mind with the grail war we've had.

[gordianknots]

[He just snorts] Point. But the nonsense back home ruffled political feathers and well, you can imagine the fallout I guess.

Its been a weird year.

[untilavalon]

It has indeed.

That said, I can't count having met you in this way among my regrets.

[gordianknots]

Same. Definitely an improvement on the last time, to say the least.

[untilavalon]

And with that, I suppose I'll leave you to your business.

There is one matter I must attend to, first, however...

[gordianknots]

I take it involves the plant matter overhead?

[untilavalon]

It does indeed.

[And very unceremoniously, Saber places a kiss upon Waver's temple.]

Happy Christmas, Waver.

[gordianknots]

[In a moment of, well, inspiration Waver guesses the right word is, he returns the gesture to Saber's forehead.]

We should look into wine mulling, just for the sake of it.