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.
[ His fingers cover John's, keeping them in his own hair as Thranduil slowly works them out of the kiss, lips and tongue sliding free with a final breath. Grey eyes, bright and keen, slit to peer at John, and Thranduil's grin flashes wide before he nips.
With his arms around him, he looks very self-satisfied. ]
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With his arms around him, he looks very self-satisfied. ]
A fair taste you have, Aransadorien.
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Smug ass. ]
You're not so bad yourself.
[ And he can't quite help the way he licks his lips, following that flavor. ]