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.
[ 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.
warnings? we don't need no stinking warnings (yes they do)
[ She asks for a book, she gets a book. Nuada is not in the habit of denying his sister anything, save, perhaps, the right to fade. The grace, gentleness and beauty of her presence is not one that the world should ever lose.
He looks up, surprise flickering through the golden eyes a match for her own, then focuses all of his attention on her. ]
It would be remiss and unbrotherly of me to deny you such a thing.
[ He reaches out, curling his fingers under her chin and tilting it up just slightly, then leans down to cover her mouth with his in a very un-sibling-like kiss. That is to say: it's hard, and hot, and brimming with want. ]
[ of course, she knows how he feels about her-- how he's always felt about her. given their bond, how could she not? when they'd been young, before the war had changed them all, before his exile, she'd even thought she would one day be his queen. it isn't unknown among their people, after all, and the match would have likely been looked on with favor. they complement one another, after all; she tempers his passions, and he makes her bold.
but they've been parted for thousands of years, and neither of them are who they were back then. even so, her fingers curl into his tunic as he kisses her, and she leans up into it-- not returning it in quite the same manner, but not turning it away, either.
when they part, gold flushes her cheekbones, and her eyes are soft. ] .. You rarely deny me anything.
[ He tilts his head, brushing darkened lips across each of her cheeks, and straightens up. She is so beautiful, a delicate flower hiding steel within her core. It takes his breath away to be so close without argument, so close without the oppressive presence of their strife cutting between them like a blade. Far too long have they been parted, and he acknowledges mentally how much of it is his own fault. But there is time to make the last two thousand years up to her.
Nuada slides his fingers away from her chin, letting them drift up to slide a lock of exquisite, pale-gold hair behind a pointed ear. ]
The sun and the moon and the stars; none of them eclipse your radiance, my sister.
[ she tilts her cheek into the brush of his fingers, a hand coming up to curl over the back of his. her lips brush his wrist, eyes sliding shut briefly as she enjoys the simple contact. she's missed this closeness, the light gradually returning to his heart and spirit. ]
And are we not cut from the same cloth? [ her eyes drift open again, lifting to meet his. ] Has any soul ever burned as brightly as yours? If I am the dawn, then you are the blaze on the horizon before dusk, when all the sky burns.
[ she presses a second kiss to his palm, smiling against his skin. ]
[ Reflections, really. He is the dark to her light; one warrior, the other healer, and such a force to be reckoned with when their objective is the same. As it has not been in centuries. He stands there, bound by her touch, each brush of her lips sending shivers down his spine. What Nuada wants is the one thing he is forbidden to have by royal, parental decree.
But it won't stop him from enjoying her company. ]
I burn brightest only for you, my sister.
[ He dips his head, lips brushing as lightly as a fairy's wing against her nose. ]
[ The mistletoe can get lost; Thranduil scoops up Nuada's hand to buff a respectful kiss over the other Elf's knuckles, stepping back with a bow. DONE. ]
[ So this is what Thranduil looks like in person. He's got about half a foot on Nuada in height, but his manners make up for that. Like father, like son, apparently. He lets his hand drop after recovering from unexpected!elvenking and returns the bow. ]
[ Generous of him, though Nuada will pretend it never happened either. He's not fond of surprises. Luckily, a step to the side proves the validity of Thranduil's rescue. ]
Yes, my lord. Your service was most timely and appreciated.
[ Keep walking says the proud look she gives him even though she is stuck underneath one of those accursed plants. There are some she would not mind being released from this spell by, but prince Nuada is not among their ranks and she is in no mood to be teased.
She has been standing under this silly twig for a good long while and she is both hungry and tired and bored out of her skull. Her grip on her hot temper is slipping, to say the least. ]
[ Come over here and bother me, says her look, and Nuada is agreeable to do so. Their encounter in the courtyard may have been brief, but he knows a warrior when he sees one. His people have produced so many of them, truthfully, it would be a failing if he couldn't.
He wanders over and circles her like a pale vulture, occasionally glancing up at the sprig of green. ]
She forces herself to remain calm, to remain still as he passes behind her and it sends an uncomfortable chill down her spine. He knows what she is, and she saw that same lethal power in him too. Not something she likes having at her back. ]
[ Oh, my sweet summer Aesir. Nuada is exactly the sort of power she wants to have at her back - as long as they are allies. So similar, and yet so different; as the son of a war goddess (the war goddess), he is intimately aware of the power women hold. ]
That sounds like an invitation, Lady. Should I choose to stand here, and simply watch, there is little you can do to prevent it.
Your people must interpret the meaning of "invitation" in a manner vastly different from mine.
[ Said with a calm voice though her eyes... well, if her glare is anything to go by she is attempting to use them to burn a hole through his skull.
Would it be such a sacrifice to simply... not be incredibly smug and annoying?
The worst part is that he does have a point of sorts. She has no way at all of stopping him from just standing there and smirking at her for as long as it pleases him. Hopefully it won't please him for long.
Sif takes a deep breath, calming herself with pleasant thoughts of punching Nuada in the face. She'll simply have to try to be profoundly boring until he goes away. Shouldn't be hard since there is nothing interesting happening in this bloody hallway. ]
That is entirely possible. It has oft been said that we can turn almost anything into a part, and anything into an insult, depending on the circumstances. I would ask after your own...
[ But she's trying to kill him via death glare.
It's not working, of course. He's dreadfully sorry, Sif, though not enough to refrain from moving closer, apparently to study her face. And then the mistletoe still keeping her rooted to the spot. ]
yet I fear to end the obvious enjoyment you are having. Here.
Because in that case he will find himself grabbed by the collar and pulled closer still so that Sif can press her lips against his in a harsh kiss.
Not because she was suddenly overwhelmed with desire, of course, but because it is the fastest way to get out of this annoying situation. There is perhaps also the slightest hope that it might throw the frustrating elven prince at least a little bit off balance. ]
[ It is entirely within the realm of possibility that Nuada allows himself to get within striking distance of the war goddess. It is also possible that she's fast enough to reach out and pull him against her for a kiss. Or perhaps that is something he counted on, and allowed, but since everyone says you shouldn't kiss and tell ...
he won't.
He'll just go with her suggestion, hands lifting to curl around her waist and press her against him. It's entirely up to Sif whether she enjoys their kiss, but he's had no complaints so far. ]
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WARNING for uh.. nuada and nuala tbh...
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)
He looks up, surprise flickering through the golden eyes a match for her own, then focuses all of his attention on her. ]
It would be remiss and unbrotherly of me to deny you such a thing.
[ He reaches out, curling his fingers under her chin and tilting it up just slightly, then leans down to cover her mouth with his in a very un-sibling-like kiss. That is to say: it's hard, and hot, and brimming with want. ]
cries into hands
but they've been parted for thousands of years, and neither of them are who they were back then. even so, her fingers curl into his tunic as he kisses her, and she leans up into it-- not returning it in quite the same manner, but not turning it away, either.
when they part, gold flushes her cheekbones, and her eyes are soft. ] .. You rarely deny me anything.
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[ He tilts his head, brushing darkened lips across each of her cheeks, and straightens up. She is so beautiful, a delicate flower hiding steel within her core. It takes his breath away to be so close without argument, so close without the oppressive presence of their strife cutting between them like a blade. Far too long have they been parted, and he acknowledges mentally how much of it is his own fault. But there is time to make the last two thousand years up to her.
Nuada slides his fingers away from her chin, letting them drift up to slide a lock of exquisite, pale-gold hair behind a pointed ear. ]
The sun and the moon and the stars; none of them eclipse your radiance, my sister.
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And are we not cut from the same cloth? [ her eyes drift open again, lifting to meet his. ] Has any soul ever burned as brightly as yours? If I am the dawn, then you are the blaze on the horizon before dusk, when all the sky burns.
[ she presses a second kiss to his palm, smiling against his skin. ]
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[ Reflections, really. He is the dark to her light; one warrior, the other healer, and such a force to be reckoned with when their objective is the same. As it has not been in centuries. He stands there, bound by her touch, each brush of her lips sending shivers down his spine. What Nuada wants is the one thing he is forbidden to have by royal, parental decree.
But it won't stop him from enjoying her company. ]
I burn brightest
onlyfor you, my sister.[ He dips his head, lips brushing as lightly as a fairy's wing against her nose. ]
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Your Majesty. What a pleasant surprise.
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I am at your service, Your Highness. [ Dark brows lift inquiringly. ] Has the spell been lifted?
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Yes, my lord. Your service was most timely and appreciated.
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Well, then! I shall be on my way, and I hope not to find myself ensnared in such a fashion on my rounds.
[ An inclined would-be bow that really stems itself at a nod, and he whisks off with his hands clasped behind his back. ]
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[ Nuada bows, waiting until the king has wandered off before doing the same. ]
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She has been standing under this silly twig for a good long while and she is both hungry and tired and bored out of her skull. Her grip on her hot temper is slipping, to say the least. ]
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He wanders over and circles her like a pale vulture, occasionally glancing up at the sprig of green. ]
What have we here?
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She forces herself to remain calm, to remain still as he passes behind her and it sends an uncomfortable chill down her spine. He knows what she is, and she saw that same lethal power in him too. Not something she likes having at her back. ]
Nothing you need concern yourself with.
[ In fact I may harm you if you try. ]
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That sounds like an invitation, Lady. Should I choose to stand here, and simply watch, there is little you can do to prevent it.
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[ Said with a calm voice though her eyes... well, if her glare is anything to go by she is attempting to use them to burn a hole through his skull.
Would it be such a sacrifice to simply... not be incredibly smug and annoying?
The worst part is that he does have a point of sorts. She has no way at all of stopping him from just standing there and smirking at her for as long as it pleases him. Hopefully it won't please him for long.
Sif takes a deep breath, calming herself with pleasant thoughts of punching Nuada in the face. She'll simply have to try to be profoundly boring until he goes away. Shouldn't be hard since there is nothing interesting happening in this bloody hallway. ]
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[ But she's trying to kill him via death glare.
It's not working, of course. He's dreadfully sorry, Sif, though not enough to refrain from moving closer, apparently to study her face. And then the mistletoe still keeping her rooted to the spot. ]
yet I fear to end the obvious enjoyment you are having. Here.
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Because in that case he will find himself grabbed by the collar and pulled closer still so that Sif can press her lips against his in a harsh kiss.
Not because she was suddenly overwhelmed with desire, of course, but because it is the fastest way to get out of this annoying situation. There is perhaps also the slightest hope that it might throw the frustrating elven prince at least a little bit off balance. ]
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he won't.
He'll just go with her suggestion, hands lifting to curl around her waist and press her against him. It's entirely up to Sif whether she enjoys their kiss, but he's had no complaints so far. ]