awoosh | obligatory mistletoe meme

[ are you sure ]

[you might have to lean up a bit tbh]

[ CONNOR YOU GET A SMOOCH ON THE CHEEK FOR HELPING HER OUT AT THE ICE PALACE. ]

....Thank you, Connor.

[ ooc: platonic kisses are welcomed & encouraged!! ]

[you are so brave...]

[ just because the quest says that they should only decorate a christmas tree, it doesn't mean that they should just stop there? so obviously tsumugi will have to enlist choubee's help in decorating the library, in exchange for more tutoring. the poor, poor boy. ]

I still can't thank you enough for helping me, Choubee-kun! Usually I'd just put this up by myself, but I keep disappearing in and out of this world and it's making me even clumsier...

[ more like you dragged him in here, dumbass ]

There's just one more thing to hang up though, but I'm not sure if it's appropriate enough for this place. [ he reaches into the box of decors and pulls out the infamous weed, berries still intact. ] What do you think?

[ He's unfamiliar with these traditions: decorating, caroling, gift giving, it's busy and his eyes are starting to hurt with all the glittery decorations and shining little lights.

He squints up at Tsumugi, squatting down as he's shoving shards of something he's managed to break underneath a table or whatever. ]

You're naturally clumsy, this whole ghost act is just making it fuckin' ten times worse. [ He grumbles, pulling himself onto his feet and looking at the sprig of mistletoe with a cocked brow. Lips tightly put together, his eye focuses on the leaves and berries. ] Why hang it up? We should just eat it.

No, don't! These berries are actually poisonous... It wouldn't be festive at all if someone dies in the middle of it now, would it?

[ this is nothing to chuckle about yet he's doing it anyway... ]

Mistletoe's for something else, actually! If you find yourself standing beneath it with someone, you two will have to kiss! Which is why I'm not sure if I should hang this up since this is the library and it's... hm.

[ y-yeah, it would be rather inappropriate, and tsumugi fades out of this realm for one second, dropping the mistletoe on the floor in the process. he's not even going to bend down and try picking it up in this state, but at least he won't see the broken decor that choubee hid under the fuckgin table god ]

Choubee, can I borrow you for a moment?

[ Motioning with her hand. Come hither, you nerd who's totally oblivious to the mistletoe above them. ] And if you can stoop a little...

[ Ugh, she's got 'im. ]

What? [ He doesn't seem at all skeptical or hesitant, approaching Pyra without so much as thinking twice. ] Stoop down? You're not gonna hit me over the head, are ya? I didn't do anything bad... [ today, he doesn't say, but not unlike a trained dog he dips his head down a little for her. ]

[ She only shakes her head, laughing softly at his comment. ] No, no. Don’t be silly.

[ But with him stooping, they’re closer now, close enough that she can make out the details of the scar across his face. It doesn’t deter her, but only reminds her of the life he must have lived

....And Pyra only reinforces this closeness by leaning in a little herself, her voice lowering. ] It seem that I’m... just a little stuck here, so I have a small favor to ask. [ Her smile is sweet, apologetic, as if she’s asking the world of him and knows it’s unfair to burden him more. But she’s still not explaining beyond that. ]

Think you can close your eye for two seconds?

[ Choubee's assertive enough that when Pyra comes closer nothing about his expression phases, but in his chest he can feel his heart stop. Mildly embarrassed, it's not exactly everyday he has someone this close to his face, however the fact that she doesn't seem to hesitate despite the visible scarring across his face makes him feel... comfortable.

It's odd. He doesn't know how to approach this at all, but he knows better than to simply turn face and walk away when it's her of all people. ]

Stuck? Can't ya get out of anything -- you're strong enough without any of my help. [ Though that doesn't seem to work out very well... furrowed brows, an obvious frown, Choubee places a hand to his hip before clicking his tongue.

Listen he's just a little embarrassed. Only a little. ]

... Okay. [ He exhales, lids falling shut as he does his best to ignore the heat creeping up on his cheeks. ] You better not stab me.

[ Sometimes— like just now— she wonders if he’s being serious or joking. Why would she stab him? Why would she hurt him? Surely he’s known her enough to know that she would do neither. But then again, one can truly never know another, and it’s then that Pyra wonders if he had been betrayed before in a similar fashion: that his assumption that they were harmless turned out to be a grievous mistake.

Pyra shakes her head of these thoughts, although he might not catch the motion as his eyes are closed, and instead her hand raises. Well, if he’s skittish, if he’s nervous, perhaps it would be better to tell him what she is to do... ]

I’m going to place my hand upon your cheek, Choubee. [ She tells him softly, stepping up to him. And there it is: he’ll feel her touch, warm, gentle, as fingers brush along the side of his face, tracing one of the older nicks to the side of his face. She wants her touch to be comforting, inviting, not something that will scare him or push him away. She wants to show him that he need not be afraid of her.

By proximity alone she lowers her voice, wanting him to be more at ease. ] I’m going to step closer...

[ Close enough that her face is mere centimeters from him, close enough that she can feel the steady inhale and exhale of his breaths in turn. Her fingers bush beneath the line of his jaw, settling just before his ear. ]

And now, [ She whispers, and her shy smile can be heard within her tone. It’s not as if she isn’t embarrassed by all of this; it’s hard to quell the brief flutter of her heart. ] I’m going to kiss you.

[ And indeed she does, right at the corner of his lips, tender, quick, and chaste. ]

[ He gave his trust to the people who picked them off the streets -- forcefully -- and they turned out to be the very reason why he has these scars across his face. Brutally dismantling his ability to think that anyone aside from his brother would end up not betraying him in one way or the other; it's common practice for thieves, after all, and perhaps it was his own fault as a child for trusting them in the first place.

Ignorant and naive, believing that so long as he fit the part that they would be fine, now replaced with a hardened resolve to keep everyone within arms length. So her hand on his face, so intimately placed on his cheek, is both foreign and almost frightening to him at the same time.

Instinctively he wants to grab her by the wrist and pull her away. Anyone who has ever came this close often tried digging their fingers into his eye, scratching his face, or some other way of mutilating his already damaged skin -- but she does nothing to make his response to fight to flare up and take action. So if her intentions were to make it comforting, it definitely works. ]

You're -- [ His voice cracks, and that never happens. ] ... taking a long time.

[ It's obvious now. He knows what to expect next, and still he can't help but clench his jaw tightly and furrows his brows. He hears her voice, similar to a warm rush of water, and a shiver runs down his spine the moment she openly speaks of kissing him. His throat swells up, a lump forming in his throat, and in the next few seconds he can feel her breath against his skin before there's the gentle brush of lips close to his own. It's fast and fleeting, just what he expects, and still there's a part of him that's somewhat disappointed. ]

Did you miss on purpose?

[ He brings his hand up, covering her eyes out of fear that she may see the evident blush spread across his cheeks. ]

At least do it properly, if you're just gonna go and be my first.

[ SIGHS why does he say things, you might be wondering... I also think the same thing.

But without any hesitation he leans in to press their lips together. A little clumsily, but it's at least brief before he pulls back entirely. ]

[ Of course she didn't kiss him properly, she wants to say, on the off chance that it would be his first kiss, or if he truly would not want one from her. It would have been a nice, almost sneaky way to bypass the spell of the mistletoe, to make a kiss count without it being an actual right and proper kiss. But then he goes and keeps them close, places his hand over her eyes and says that, and if his hand isn't covering her cheeks then he'll be able to see them turn a rosy pink just under the edge of his palm.

Then she feels his lips upon hers, surprisingly soft despite how haphazard the kiss itself is, despite how rough he seems he is. And she's left merely blinking as he pulls away. The hand that had been upon his cheek slowly drifts back to her side, pausing, and then it raises to bring her fingers to her lips where his had been mere moments ago. She murmurs, looking at him, dazed, ] That was your...

[ It should be strange that she's more surprised that it's his first kiss than having been kissed. But it's actually her first as well, and above everything that's transpired between them she can't help but feel that at least she is not alone in experiencing a first with someone just as inexperienced. It's almost as if they're breaking their mirrors together all over again.

A giggle escapes her, and then a laugh, and soon she's smiling brightly as the day at him, genuine fondness for him dancing within her eyes. ] Then that makes two of us. [ More giggles bubble from her, and now she's covering her lips as if she could hide her laughter. ] But it was.... nice. [ She continues, feeling as if butterflies are trying to escape from her chest. She's blushing, of course, embarrassed, of course, but happy. He has made her happy. ] I'm... glad that it was with you.

[ He's doing his best not to look at her face at all, but his working eye stares at her lips -- hoping that this all but a dream where the only agonizing part was that it wouldn't come to an abrupt end.

Choubee has already admitted that he's never kissed another person before, he can feel his face growing red, and more importantly he's taken a step forward into foreign intimacy. He's learned to survive and adapt, of course, but nothing life has thrown at him thus far would ever have prepared him for the erratic feeling in his chest the moment their lips meet.

It makes him angry, almost. A bright flash of something ugly and fierce wells up inside his chest and threatens to spill out of him because the brightness in her voice unexpectedly burns. But that anger is only pointed in her direction for a split second, only for it to be turn around and thrown at him, transmuting into self-hatred. Something he's thought he has long since abandoned when throwing away the remainder of his shame for the sake of himself and Touma.

How can a single person bring him into such a vulnerable state? To make him experience wave after wave of emotions and leave him feeling confused and, yet, overjoyed. The fact that she feels comfortable enough to not turn away from him immediately, and even more so when she states that she's glad -- not just for the experience, but for it to been with him. ]

You can't just go sayin' stuff like that! [ His face is warm, cheeks red, and the hand that was previously blocking her view was now gripping onto his sleeve. ] Girls are supposed to save that for important people, y'know... It wasn't even all that.

[ and there he goes ]

[ So many expressions, so many emotions she sees wildly run through his eyes. For a few moments he looks almost lost in front of her as if he is unable to discern how exactly he should react. But it fits him— he’s a complex man with no doubt an even more complex history, and while she does not know how much turmoil he has been through before, it reflects in the struggle she sees within him now. It only makes her want to assuage his doubts, to comfort him, to let him know that not everyone wishes to hurt him. She doesn’t want to hurt him.

So it comes as a complete surprise that someone as coarse as him would mention who kisses should be shared with properly.

She agrees, of course, that a kiss is something special. Or at least that it is meant to be shared with someone special. Still, while the circumstances of them coming together may be dubious, she doesn’t regret it.

At least... not until he says that. Her lips part, her brow knitting beneath her bangs. ]

It... wasn’t? [ It wasn’t even all that, as if it doesn’t matter. As if it isn’t important. And sure it may not have lit off any fireworks or made her instantly fall in love, but she would never trade it for another experience. She can’t help but appear a little hurt at the comment, her smile faltering. Pyra’s gaze tears from his, and she brings her hands back to herself. ] Oh— right. Of course.

[ The smile returns, although it fails to reach her eyes. ] W-well. You’re still important to me. If that... counts for anything.

Edited 2018-12-17 06:36 (UTC)

[Link knows not of this Earth custom, prepare for confusion]

[ Also because this is memeland, her other self ~Mythra~ (

mythratastic) is also available. :> ]

[He may have to bend down, but he doesn't mind.]

obligatory mistletoe meme

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Minato Arisato | Persona 3

noctis | ffxv

Sinistra | Baroque

ryo asuka | devilman crybaby

Ignis Scientia | FFXV

Summer Moran | Original

Jion Haru | original

ryan farrow | oc

Estelle Bright | Trails in the Sky

Akira Fudo | Devilman Crybaby

Kaoru Akashi | Zettai Karen Children

lottie person | snotgirl

sans | undertale

momo | idolish7

Connor | Detroit: Become Human

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Akira Kurusu | Persona 5

Vriska Serket | Homestuck

Shiho Sannomiya | Zettai Karen Children

choubee aza | jigokuraku

curses you while im off reading more of this shi

i hate it, thanks!

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Yu Narukami | Persona 4

link / breath of the wild

Pyra | Xenoblade Chronicles 2

Ryuunosuke Tsunashi | idolish7