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.
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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[ 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?