Happy holidays to your lips~

[padadin]

✾ MISTLETOE MEME ✾

• You are stuck under a random mistletoe.
• There is a note on said mistletoe.
• Whoever comes within range will be pulled under the mistletoe and also be stuck.
• Now you both have to do what the note says to get unstuck.

The "orders" range from cordial to making out, so state your preferences. Feel free to mix and match them, too. Here are your options:

1. Hug. Easy enough. Can be a simple hug or a giant bear hug.
2. Kiss on the cheek. For those who might be a little shier.
3. Kiss on the hand. For those who want to be...well whatever kissing on the hand invokes. Charming? Dashing?
4. Kiss on the lips. 1-2-3 KISS. This is the tame version of the next one.
5. Make-out for five minutes. As described on the tin.


stolen from empatheias

Comments

5, son

[fantachetic]

[ Well, this is a predicament that Dorian honestly never thought he'd land in. Stuck under an upside down bit of plant with demands to 'make out for five minutes', chest-to-chest with an elf. Honestly, who is keeping track of time? Is this one of those Atroma things? ]

Inquisitor, you're a sight for sore eyes.

:D

[samahl]

[Cyril looks up at Dorian and smiles, amused.]

I'd say the same to you, my friend, if not for the strange situation we find ourselves in.

And that's honestly saying something when you consider all of the strange situations we've suffered through.

[fantachetic]

Is this truly more strange than walking in an uncertain future? Or even closing rifts in the Fade? This particular situation seems trivial in comparison.

[ Trivial as it may be, he has to admit that the situation is at least unorthodox. ]

[samahl]

I doubt I'll ever think of kissing you as trivial.

[He even manages to say it casually, as if his heart isn't somehow stuck in his throat.]

[fantachetic]

Being stuck in a doorway is rather trivial. Kissing is the prize.

[ He can't say it's a consolation prize, because he's not a runner-up. ]

I would say I will make this brief, but that bit is rather out of my hands.

[samahl]

[Cyril feels such an odd mix of emotion in his chest. He's wanted to kiss Dorian for so long, and has always chickened out at the last moment. He honestly doesn't know how to process this, so instead he makes a joke.]

At least we're both stuck with someone who is terribly attractive. Imagine if one of us was a slug. Or worse. An Orlesian.

[fantachetic]

[ Making jokes is definitely how to handle emotionally stressful situations, it's true. ]

You're insinuating they are not one in the same. At least neither of them are Antivan..

[samahl]

[Cyril laughs then.]

Hm. I don't know. I met Zevran Arainai recently and I definitely would not mind spending a bit of time with him.

Provided he doesn't have a contract on me, of course.

And assuming there isn't other company I could choose. [The last part he says in a way that strongly implies he means that he'd rather spend time with Dorian over most, even handsome elven rogues.]