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

[ceded]

[ 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. ]

[crowsicle]

Haha. I know.

[It's a gentle statement, a quiet smile, and his eyes are closed as he takes in the warmth of her hands on his skin.

But he grins again and noses at her cheek.]

But I'm a jerk who sharks the system. I totally win.

[ceded]

You win, huh?

[ Xion looks back over her shoulder, pulling her hood forward (without pulling it up) so she can get at the mistletoe. She tugs it loose...

... and plops it right on his hair. ]

Who says two can't play that game? I could always just tell Roxy to come talk to you. Or Dirk.

[ She grins, knowing his family would. You know. Cause a lot of horror all around.

Look what you all are doing to her. ]

[crowsicle]

[CHOKE

He recoils at the mere mention, wings twitching, and he catches the mistletoe as it falls off his head.]

No, not--you wouldn't.

[Because they totally would.]

[ceded]

[ The only word for this grin is evil.

Well, okay. Maybe wicked. But either way, she's clearly enjoying herself. She clasps her hands behind her back and rocks back and forth on her toes, considering deeply. ]

Hmmm. Wouldn't I? I wouldn't be so sure of that, if I was you!

[ Starts to turn, as if to leave.............. ]

[crowsicle]

[And he jumps dramatically on her back, arms draped over her shoulders and one hand caught in the other.]

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, my tender, savaged psyche, why would you do such a thing, the very humanity, woe and lackaday, alas.

[He snuggles into her shoulder and folds his wings around her so she can't see where she's going.]

If I'm going down I'm taking you with me.