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.
[ Someone is certainly enjoying milking this for all its worth. Hmm. ]
You have a kind heart, that I know not only from tales my son has spun but by my own intuition.
[ As lips brush along his jaw, the useless act is still a pleasant one and he turns his head to be nose to nose with Aragorn, well aware his freedom still remains in the ranger's hands. He wants to be loosed from his bonds, yes! But first, he must utilise a purr as he tilts his head contemplatively, just a fraction so Aragorn's lips remain quite close. ]
Release me and I will serve you, for a time, when I am free. If you wish.
[ Clearly his bindings require a little more than a fleeting, uninvolved peck. ]
I am honored. {His hopes that the kiss is enough fade fast. His senses are not as attuned as Thranduil's, but the breath on his lips paired with the King's words give him enough of a hint.
Clearly this magic is being most mischievous.}
Or perhaps we need not speak of this again. {Taking a deep, steadying breath, he slips his fingers into Thranduil's silken hair and brings their lips together. He's...hesitant. His experience with kissing a male is...non-existent, yet he isn't going to leave a friend in need.
[ Although the words do little to echo the way Thranduil assists Aragorn in the well-intentioned kiss.
He slides a sure hand around the man's waist to clasp him close with (barely exerted) Elven strength, the other brushing aside long dark hair to find the hinge of a jaw with a skating thumb and guide those lips into a better angle, a slip of tongue sliding in to warm him up as mouths slant hard. The kiss is far more sensual like this, and if it is only happening once then it might as well happen properly.
Come to Mirkwood more often, don't even bother bringing Gollum. ]
I am not displeased. {Merely out of his element. Many know his heart belongs to Arwen, yet there have been those who seek to pursue them both. However...
Thranduil is far more forward than the White Lady of Rohan. Aragorn gasps, his grey eyes widening at the sensuality and...heat...of the open-mouthed kiss. He blinks in dazed confusion before following the Elf King's lead. This seems like a sort of...dance.
The intricate motions soon steal his breath away and he finds himself pulling back gently, expression perplexed.}
I believe you took advantage. {An artful maneuver, truly.}
[ A sampling he won't forget (even if he could) especially since that gasp was so terribly well-earned. He straightens too, taking a step outside the proximity of the damnable plant that has been bothering him so.
Lightly, he comments, ] I believe you left the advantage as mine to take.
[ Since you weren't sure what to do there, kiddo. ]
{The options had been pitiably few. Kisses have always been warm, welcoming and romantic. He has never used one to gain the upper-hand. As for the other option...
Well punching the Elven King would have been rude and detrimental to their friendship and he doubts he would have survived the encounter unscathed.}
A lesson learned. {Though not a lesson he will ever use.} You are talented.
[ Surprised (nothing short of astonished, really, because no one ever actively hugs him), it's a moment before Thranduil raises his hands from idling awkwardly at his sides to return the embrace in kind. He even chuckles, spirits lifted. ]
If you remain here one moment longer, I may have to wed you.
[ He's fairly certain Aragorn is 50% Man, 50% puppy. No one can resist. ]
{Hugs are a good communication tool! Aragorn doesn't understand leaving someone in pain or disguising his joy. The hesitation on Thranduil's part amuses him. The Elf can dole out an intricate kiss but he can't understand an embrace?}
I am spoken for, Your Majesty. {Though he smiles at Thranduil's uplifted spirits. Mission accomplished.}
{That description is accurate. Ranger puppy who is actually King puppy.}
Would you wed a thousand? {He would have time for naught else! He bows respectfully, expression amused.} Be wary of these plants - unless you wish to take advantage of others.
... {Another point for Thranduil. Aragorn opens and closes his mouth several times before smirking faintly. He inclines his head - yes, he understands - and turns to step away.}
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You have a kind heart, that I know not only from tales my son has spun but by my own intuition.
[ As lips brush along his jaw, the useless act is still a pleasant one and he turns his head to be nose to nose with Aragorn, well aware his freedom still remains in the ranger's hands. He wants to be loosed from his bonds, yes! But first, he must utilise a purr as he tilts his head contemplatively, just a fraction so Aragorn's lips remain quite close. ]
Release me and I will serve you, for a time, when I am free. If you wish.
[ Clearly his bindings require a little more than a fleeting, uninvolved peck. ]
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I am honored. {His hopes that the kiss is enough fade fast. His senses are not as attuned as Thranduil's, but the breath on his lips paired with the King's words give him enough of a hint.
Clearly this magic is being most mischievous.}
Or perhaps we need not speak of this again. {Taking a deep, steadying breath, he slips his fingers into Thranduil's silken hair and brings their lips together. He's...hesitant. His experience with kissing a male is...non-existent, yet he isn't going to leave a friend in need.
What a bro, right?}no subject
[ Although the words do little to echo the way Thranduil assists Aragorn in the well-intentioned kiss.
He slides a sure hand around the man's waist to clasp him close with (barely exerted) Elven strength, the other brushing aside long dark hair to find the hinge of a jaw with a skating thumb and guide those lips into a better angle, a slip of tongue sliding in to warm him up as mouths slant hard. The kiss is far more sensual like this, and if it is only happening once then it might as well happen properly.
Come to Mirkwood more often, don't even bother bringing Gollum.]no subject
Thranduil is far more forward than the White Lady of Rohan. Aragorn gasps, his grey eyes widening at the sensuality and...heat...of the open-mouthed kiss. He blinks in dazed confusion before following the Elf King's lead. This seems like a sort of...dance.
The intricate motions soon steal his breath away and he finds himself pulling back gently, expression perplexed.}
I believe you took advantage. {An artful maneuver, truly.}
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Lightly, he comments, ] I believe you left the advantage as mine to take.
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Since you weren't sure what to do there, kiddo.]no subject
Well punching the Elven King would have been rude and detrimental to their friendship and he doubts he would have survived the encounter unscathed.}
A lesson learned. {Though not a lesson he will ever use.} You are talented.
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I have a great deal of time with which to reminisce the details.
[ About exactly who it was he learned to kiss like that, when, and how. But, anyway, moving on! He lifts his chin. ]
Thank you for services rendered, Aragorn. A most effective solution.
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They were not services. A friend does not leave a friend confined.
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If you remain here one moment longer, I may have to wed you.
[ He's fairly certain Aragorn is 50% Man, 50% puppy. No one can resist. ]
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I am spoken for, Your Majesty. {Though he smiles at Thranduil's uplifted spirits. Mission accomplished.}
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That description is accurate. Ranger puppy who is actually King puppy.}no subject
[ Before his heart surely breaks!! ]
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I would wed one a thousand times, if he owned the stamina for it.
[ And you know what that means, so go. ]
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... {Another point for Thranduil. Aragorn opens and closes his mouth several times before smirking faintly. He inclines his head - yes, he understands - and turns to step away.}
Perhaps you will find one.