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.
[ 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. ]
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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. ]