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.
Or which warrior to praise when all other words fall away.
[ Sort lips brush along a pointed ear, silk-wet with a fleeting lick. Thranduil's hot breath remains there as he pushes a smile against a temple, an arm wound around Nuada's waist and the other trickling long fingers through that enticing hair.
He noses along a cheek, his attention down on the locks. ]
[ Or a gift, if the occasion calls for it. Nuada pushes away those thoughts, preferring to concentrate on more pleasant thoughts, like ... oh, who's a tease now. His teeth bare when Thranduil's tongue finds his ear, and there's a fleeting prayer that Nuala is also enjoying this. ]
Not words I was thinking of speaking publicly, dear one.
[ His laughter is low and huffing, and the six-foot-seven Elvenking somehow manages to hide in the curve of Nuada's neck. Innocent, so very innocent as he presses his cheek to a swathe of sleek locks. ]
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[ Sort lips brush along a pointed ear, silk-wet with a fleeting lick. Thranduil's hot breath remains there as he pushes a smile against a temple, an arm wound around Nuada's waist and the other trickling long fingers through that enticing hair.
He noses along a cheek, his attention down on the locks. ]
Your hair was once a darker gold?
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[ Or a gift, if the occasion calls for it. Nuada pushes away those thoughts, preferring to concentrate on more pleasant thoughts, like ... oh, who's a tease now. His teeth bare when Thranduil's tongue finds his ear, and there's a fleeting prayer that Nuala is also enjoying this. ]
Once, when I was younger.
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[ His laughter is low and huffing, and the six-foot-seven Elvenking somehow manages to hide in the curve of Nuada's neck. Innocent, so very innocent as he presses his cheek to a swathe of sleek locks. ]
You seem quite young with me.