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. ]
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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?