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.
[ Accepting her delicate hand, he steps in and holds eye-contact while buffing a warm kiss atop Nuala's knuckles. Twice the temperature of a mortal, Thranduil lets his lips linger over her pale golden skin as he speaks, pouring out a just-as-hot breath. ]
Now! The matter becomes this; are you freed yet? We must perform the appropriate checks to measure exactly how dire your situation is. I should not like to take ... liberties.
[ despite herself, she finds her flush deepening, even as she continues to smile-- helplessly charmed. when was the last time she'd played such sweet, silly games? has she ever?
she flutters her lashes in an expression of mock surprise, her free hand resting lightly against her heart. ]
Indeed not, Your Majesty. And yet, it does appear as if circumstances are quite desperate. I tremble to think of what might have become of me had you not appeared.
I would have come sooner or later, fear not. Your safety is foremost in my mind at all times, Your Highness.
[ Long slender fingers unfurl beneath her chin, a thumb tilting it a fraction sideways as he inspects her face far more thoughtfully than he needs to. Invisible clues? Definitely. ]
Ah, yes! Now, perhaps here is the culprit we seek. [ Closing the distance between them with a hush of heavy silver robes, Thranduil leans into the side of Nuala's cheek from his great height, a pointy nose prodding at the apple in a playful nuzzle. ] May I?
You flatter me. To imagine that I might occupy your thoughts in such a manner--
[ she allows the inspection with no more than a curious blink, brows lifting faintly in quiet inquiry. (what is it that he sees?)
his comment earns another bright chime of laughter, though, her hands coming up to curl lightly in his robes as he noses at her cheek. ] Oh, goodness, whatever am I to do? First flattery and now you tease me. [ she tips her chin, though, smile softening with warmth. ] You may.
It would be a crime for such a beautiful lady not to occupy any Elf's thoughts.
[ (Secrets!) Her laughter reels him in as surely as her given consent, and when he kisses her cheek it is warmly, far more so than any human could be; the press of his lips lingers and his huffed breath betrays a smile. Around her waist he slings a strong arm, holding her close with all the surety and safety of an old oaken branch.
But only the cheek comes under scrutiny at first! Following that peck, another dapples its way closer to her lips, only just falling short. ]
[That's assent in his books, but even with it, he takes it slow. She moves like one of Stefan's woodland creatures; slow so as not to draw attention to herself and capable of bolting if she does.
His hand cups her cheek, eyes flicking down to her lips as he leans in and presses his mouth gently to hers. It's not an invasive kiss, not passionate or deep or heavy, but there's almost a tenderness there. Damon's reactions to the fairer sex always depended heavily on theirs to him.]
[ it's been a very long time since she's kissed anyone, and even then, it wasn't like this. it doesn't overwhelm her, and it's gentle, almost, as if he knows. even so.. even though he's a stranger, she finds herself leaning into it slightly, even the tips of her ears growing warm. ]
[So maybe he draws it out just a little. It's been a while since anyone's reciprocated a minimum of affection towards him and he's enjoying it more than maybe he should.
Still, there's a moment when he has to draw back or deepen the kiss and he draws back, though not too far away.]
[ she blinks, looking just a bit dazed for a moment before lifting her hands to her cheeks as if to hide the blush. ]
.. Oh. I-- I should think so. I mean, it only requires a kiss, is that not so?
[ she guards her heart as much as she can, but even so.. sometimes she picks up impressions. this person.. he's not quite what he appears, she can't help but think.
giving him a slightly curious glance, she gathers up her skirts in a hand, taking a cautious step-- and smiling with relief as she finds herself capable of moving away from the mistletoe. ] Thank goodness. That could have turned out quite differently had someone else come along, I believe.
[If she's reading into his heart, then Damon is a complex individual who puts on a show of being more callous and uncaring than he really is. His core being is someone who desperately wants approval and love, but he's been disappointed and betrayed too many times for that to happen easily. So he puts on the facade of the big bad vampire, caring about nothing and no one but himself and his own needs and pleasures.
Most of the time people believe it and it keeps him from having to be vulnerable and get hurt again, or be good and have people look at him like they're expecting the best from him when everyone else expects the worst.
That's all muddled up inside him and he keeps it carefully tucked away, shown only to a few, but... he's also unaware of her little gifts, so he's not making an effort to hide anything.
Her reply has him smiling and moving to step away a bit, giving her space and letting him get a better look at her as a whole. The coloring, the markings, the garb. It's an interesting result.]
So, do I get a name to put to that, or should I just pine over an anonymous kiss?
Well, who better to resolve the issue than a knight in shining armour, is that no so? Sif certainly fits the bill, though while a little rough around the edges she would never be so brutish as to kiss a maiden who has not asked it of her. ]
Good evening, lady, have you been trapped long beneath the mistletoe?
[ She may look a little intimidating, clad as she is in her Asgardian armor with her fur-lined cloak thrown over her shoulders to protect her from the cold, but her tone is kind and her sharp features are softened with a smile. Snow is still melting in her dark tresses, the droplets gleaming like little stars in a velvety night sky, and her cheeks are still a little rosy. ]
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nuala | hellboy
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[ Whatever the princess wants, yoooo. ]
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And who, Your Majesty, would be more fitting?
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Anyone my lady sees fit to name, of course.
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[ her glance is quite nearly impish, and she lifts a hand, offering it out to him. ]
Come, Your Majesty, my plight is most dire.
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Now! The matter becomes this; are you freed yet? We must perform the appropriate checks to measure exactly how dire your situation is. I should not like to take ... liberties.
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she flutters her lashes in an expression of mock surprise, her free hand resting lightly against her heart. ]
Indeed not, Your Majesty. And yet, it does appear as if circumstances are quite desperate. I tremble to think of what might have become of me had you not appeared.
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[ Long slender fingers unfurl beneath her chin, a thumb tilting it a fraction sideways as he inspects her face far more thoughtfully than he needs to. Invisible clues? Definitely. ]
Ah, yes! Now, perhaps here is the culprit we seek. [ Closing the distance between them with a hush of heavy silver robes, Thranduil leans into the side of Nuala's cheek from his great height, a pointy nose prodding at the apple in a playful nuzzle. ] May I?
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[ she allows the inspection with no more than a curious blink, brows lifting faintly in quiet inquiry. (what is it that he sees?)
his comment earns another bright chime of laughter, though, her hands coming up to curl lightly in his robes as he noses at her cheek. ] Oh, goodness, whatever am I to do? First flattery and now you tease me. [ she tips her chin, though, smile softening with warmth. ] You may.
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[ (Secrets!) Her laughter reels him in as surely as her given consent, and when he kisses her cheek it is warmly, far more so than any human could be; the press of his lips lingers and his huffed breath betrays a smile. Around her waist he slings a strong arm, holding her close with all the surety and safety of an old oaken branch.
But only the cheek comes under scrutiny at first! Following that peck, another dapples its way closer to her lips, only just falling short. ]
Are you yet free, Nuala? Shall I let you go?
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[Did he look smug about the suggestion? Yes, he did. Maybe because he'd intentionally slipped up beside her when he'd noticed the plant.
Oops?]
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nuala looks faintly flustered, though, a dark gold rising in her face in her people's equivalent of a flush. ]
It is only a kiss, I suppose.
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One little kiss never hurt anyone, right?
[If it had, he wasn't going to point that out. Nope. Instead, he was going to brush his hand down that pale hair and lean in just a little closer.]
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[ still, she starts a little at the touch, but tips her chin up expectantly, lashes fluttering closed. ]
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His hand cups her cheek, eyes flicking down to her lips as he leans in and presses his mouth gently to hers. It's not an invasive kiss, not passionate or deep or heavy, but there's almost a tenderness there. Damon's reactions to the fairer sex always depended heavily on theirs to him.]
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Still, there's a moment when he has to draw back or deepen the kiss and he draws back, though not too far away.]
Think that did it?
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.. Oh. I-- I should think so. I mean, it only requires a kiss, is that not so?
[ she guards her heart as much as she can, but even so.. sometimes she picks up impressions. this person.. he's not quite what he appears, she can't help but think.
giving him a slightly curious glance, she gathers up her skirts in a hand, taking a cautious step-- and smiling with relief as she finds herself capable of moving away from the mistletoe. ] Thank goodness. That could have turned out quite differently had someone else come along, I believe.
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Most of the time people believe it and it keeps him from having to be vulnerable and get hurt again, or be good and have people look at him like they're expecting the best from him when everyone else expects the worst.
That's all muddled up inside him and he keeps it carefully tucked away, shown only to a few, but... he's also unaware of her little gifts, so he's not making an effort to hide anything.
Her reply has him smiling and moving to step away a bit, giving her space and letting him get a better look at her as a whole. The coloring, the markings, the garb. It's an interesting result.]
So, do I get a name to put to that, or should I just pine over an anonymous kiss?
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Well, who better to resolve the issue than a knight in shining armour, is that no so? Sif certainly fits the bill, though while a little rough around the edges she would never be so brutish as to kiss a maiden who has not asked it of her. ]
Good evening, lady, have you been trapped long beneath the mistletoe?
[ She may look a little intimidating, clad as she is in her Asgardian armor with her fur-lined cloak thrown over her shoulders to protect her from the cold, but her tone is kind and her sharp features are softened with a smile. Snow is still melting in her dark tresses, the droplets gleaming like little stars in a velvety night sky, and her cheeks are still a little rosy. ]