mistletoe meme comment with your character bam, now your character is under some mistletoe. no moving until you lock lips with someone. easy as it sounds.
[ Ordinarily, Nuada would not be caught dead (or alive for that matter) paying attention to a mere slip of a human girl. He detests them and the greed that burns so brightly in their frail, hollow bodies. But he has been reunited with the family member he loves the most and - like that Grinch fable - his heart has grown three sizes since arriving. Or, at least, become slightly less murderous.
So when he tries to slide past Gwen through an archway, and notices the mistletoe, he does not give into darker impulses. Instead he surprises her (and, lbr, himself) by leaning down to press a kiss against her cheek. ]
[ said slowly as she eyes him as if he went slightly mad. having so little idea as to what a mistletoe even is - her expression is probably quite comical. somewhere between flushed cheeks and deep confusion. ]
[ Madness is clearly the only reputable culprit for these unusual events. Why else would someone so obviously inhuman deign to treat with her, no? He straightens up, expression somber, and gestures upward to the sprig of holly above them. ]
I did, my lady. That bade me to. If you are disappointed with the results, I can kiss the other one.
[ Stop the presses. Someone actually has a sense of humor. ]
[She can easily imagine that it will go on for awhile. And as much as she would enjoy it - really, she's quiet adorable - Margaery is ambitious, and she takes her chances when she sees one.
She leans in, a gentle hand cupping Gwen's face as she presses a kiss to her forehead.]
[Ah, but this is one kiss that Galadriel does not mind in the least. As the two pass under a sprig of mistletoe, Galadriel finds herself compelled to lean down and give Gwen a quick little peck on the cheek.]
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guinevere. merlin (bbc)
i'm so sorry
So when he tries to slide past Gwen through an archway, and notices the mistletoe, he does not give into darker impulses. Instead he surprises her (and, lbr, himself) by leaning down to press a kiss against her cheek. ]
M'lady.
hush this is lovely
[ said slowly as she eyes him as if he went slightly mad. having so little idea as to what a mistletoe even is - her expression is probably quite comical. somewhere between flushed cheeks and deep confusion. ]
---- you kissed me.
[ why? ]
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I did, my lady. That bade me to. If you are disappointed with the results, I can kiss the other one.
[ Stop the presses. Someone actually has a sense of humor. ]
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[ she rushes to say it if only so he would stop calling her a lady as it so above her. way above and unreachable. ]
No! No I am certain you are a very fine....kisser.
[ oh dear. ]
I simply....what is that?
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[ No, Gwen, he is not laughing at
or teasingyou. ]'Tis holly, or mistletoe. A tradition handed down many a year ago from our neighbors to the north, in my world.
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[ watch her falling for it. ]
...Holly forces people to kiss?
[ w h a t. ]
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[ Such a pity she's mortal. ]
It does, and I would flee to somewhere safe. You never know where kissing might lead.
[ Nuada, no. Stop trolling the humans. ]
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[ just not 'my lady' but hold on! she makes a face and you're getting a deep curtsy and a smile ]
I must thank you then, for the rescue.
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[ He bows formally out of habit, actions ingrained after thousands of years. ]
I am Nuada and you are welcome, though it is my sister you should that. I'd not want her caught without assistance in so thorough a snare.
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[ mostly since the only one who calls her 'guinevere' is arthur and it feels oddly intimate. ]
It is a pleasure, Lord Nuada.
[ she will offer you another curtsy ]
Your sister! do you think she's also been trapped by one of these?
[ pointing up ]
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[ Yeaaaah, he doesn't want to be intimate with her. ]
I would hope not. But, if she did become ensnared, that either I or some kind soul would rush to her aid.
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It's a sweet custom, don't you think?
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[ oh my god she's blushing and looking at her and then at the mistletoe and then the lipbiting begins and it may never end. ever. ]
I mean. It is but. This is - I am -
[ oh my god. ]
You shouldn't be doing this - you are a Lady and I'm a servant and.
[ and you're pretty and Gwen is not used to pretty girls kissing any part of her.
idea! ]
I can kiss your hand! as a lord does. Not that I'm a lord! naturally if I'm not a lady I cannot really be a lord -
[ this will go on for quite a while now, marge. ]
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She leans in, a gentle hand cupping Gwen's face as she presses a kiss to her forehead.]
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--- Thank you.
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[She's not even letting her go, just linking her arm through Gwen's, yep.]
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You are...very kind. to do...that. I mean. You were always quite kind but I don't imagine ladies often kiss handmaidens so that was....kind.
[ .... ]
....I always do that with you.
[ talk way too much. sobs. ]
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--- Thank you, my Lady. You needn't -
[ fkjhfkjfhfkjhfjkfhf ]
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