mistletoe meme

[burping]

 
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.

Comments

hush this is lovely

[graciousness]

I'm no --- lady.

[ 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? ]

[bethmoras]

[ 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. ]

[graciousness]

Gwen -

[ 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?

[bethmoras]

I've never been offered complaint, Lady Gwen.

[ No, Gwen, he is not laughing at or teasing you. ]

'Tis holly, or mistletoe. A tradition handed down many a year ago from our neighbors to the north, in my world.

[graciousness]

Simply Gwen would do -

[ watch her falling for it. ]

...Holly forces people to kiss?

[ w h a t. ]

[bethmoras]

Gwen. A lovely name.

[ 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. ]

[graciousness]

---- Guinevere. But most people call me Gwen. You may call me whatever you wish, of course. Either this or that.

[ 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.

[bethmoras]

Which form of address would you prefer?

[ 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.

[graciousness]

-- Gwen, I think.

[ 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 ]

[bethmoras]

Gwen.

[ 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.