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[ When she came charging up to him to show him the glory that is egg nog, she hadn't expected to find herself trapped beneath a gods-damned plant. although right now, she doen't quite realize that's the reason for her inability to move away from him.]
Gendry-- [ smack to the arm] What are you playing at?
Gendry-- [ smack to the arm] What are you playing at?
[ at first, she doesn't notice it, accepting the book from nuada's hands with a grateful smile. but something green catches her gaze, and she glances up, blinking and a little puzzled. what is mistletoe doing up th--
oh. of course. it's a human tradition.
smile widening in fond amusement, she brings it to nuada's attention with a small gesture. ] I believe you owe me a kiss, Brother.
oh. of course. it's a human tradition.
smile widening in fond amusement, she brings it to nuada's attention with a small gesture. ] I believe you owe me a kiss, Brother.
warnings? we don't need no stinking warnings (yes they do)
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- 2014-12-20 00:00 (UTC) - Expand[Have a cheek kiss from Ammë]
Whatever happens, you'll always have your mother's love, yonya.
Whatever happens, you'll always have your mother's love, yonya.
[ He passes Arya twice.
The first time is by chance; he's on his way back from the library, having fetched a book of human poetry his sister desired to read. The mistletoe has not yet caught him, so the view of a child standing underneath a sprig of green doesn't raise any alarms. The prince nods and continues on his way.
Some time later, less than an hour (or thereabouts), he meanders back in search of a shortcut to the kitchens. This time he's well aware of what the mistletoe represents, and stops dead in his tracks about five feet past Arya. She's still in the same place and so is the annoying little plant.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how deplorable humans are about watching their offspring. ]
How long have you been standing there?
The first time is by chance; he's on his way back from the library, having fetched a book of human poetry his sister desired to read. The mistletoe has not yet caught him, so the view of a child standing underneath a sprig of green doesn't raise any alarms. The prince nods and continues on his way.
Some time later, less than an hour (or thereabouts), he meanders back in search of a shortcut to the kitchens. This time he's well aware of what the mistletoe represents, and stops dead in his tracks about five feet past Arya. She's still in the same place and so is the annoying little plant.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how deplorable humans are about watching their offspring. ]
How long have you been standing there?
[ EYES THE MISTLETOE...
and then he just shrugs and takes hic's face in his hands and whammy, leans in and pops him one right on the mouth. even exhales a spark or two when he pulls away. alcohol and all that, makes his breath more flammable, see... ]
and then he just shrugs and takes hic's face in his hands and whammy, leans in and pops him one right on the mouth. even exhales a spark or two when he pulls away. alcohol and all that, makes his breath more flammable, see... ]
[ He smiles shyly at her and stepping close he lifts her hand and brushes a kiss across her knuckles ]
The mistletoe is charmed, I fear.
The mistletoe is charmed, I fear.
[No guarantee it'll be fun but.]
We could try a hug, but we'd be breaking tradition.
[Steve's a little bit sheepish but...they've been friends since practically forever.]
[Steve's a little bit sheepish but...they've been friends since practically forever.]
[By now Triss is trying to avoid the mistletoe. Unfortunately that means she's looking everywhere but in front of her or where she's going. Oops. And walks right into the side of the standing still tin can.]
Oh - I'm so sorry, that was...my fault.
Oh - I'm so sorry, that was...my fault.
[ So, here we are and we are stuck, and we know nothing of mistletoe's tradition in Gondor. Do you? ]
I... forgive me friend J'sairr, but I do not seem able to move?
I... forgive me friend J'sairr, but I do not seem able to move?
[Guess who has stronger and more controlled ice magic and can float up to reach your stupid tall figure. This sucker who sighs between frosty lips to give a little extra dose of that cool breath.]
Did you do this?
[He's teasing, though he thinks she would get a kick out of hanging up mistletoe if she did get her hands on some.]
[He's teasing, though he thinks she would get a kick out of hanging up mistletoe if she did get her hands on some.]
[Why not. Gryphon or human available for variety.]
[ A soft noise of amusement. Daww, young confused gryphon ]
You must be Master Aubri's Zhaneel, I think. Have a care tonight, the mistletoe is charmed - need you a hand?
You must be Master Aubri's Zhaneel, I think. Have a care tonight, the mistletoe is charmed - need you a hand?
[Probably taller than you at 6'3", and just ignore her very tall Kinslayer sons glaring at you...]
[ Always pleased to slip over and brush a kiss on her cheek ]
I missed you amil
I missed you amil
[ Pft. Maglor is standing over here looking amused ]
The mistletoe is charmed, I fear. Need you a hand? Or a kiss, as the case may be.
The mistletoe is charmed, I fear. Need you a hand? Or a kiss, as the case may be.
[Expect a lot of surprise and likely confusion from the poor, sweet, innocent and very pretty lad...]
[ A soft amused huff and Maglor steps close enough to brush a chaste kiss on Edgar's cheek ]
The mistletoe is charmed, youngling. Have a care where you step.
The mistletoe is charmed, youngling. Have a care where you step.
[If there's anyone who doesn't mind the touching of cold lips, it's these two. Which is why Jack pays no mind when he provides a soft peck, letting a teasing of lingering frost settle between mouths.]
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