Mistletoe Meme

[misheard]

It's not close to the holidays at all, but sometimes you just have to magically force people to kiss. So it's the holidays now. I said so.

> Pick someone from my Muselist
> Pick the time and setting
> You are now stuck under a plant with them and must kiss before leaving
> Kissing does not have to be on the mouth
> Sometimes Hot Makeouts?!

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Satanick | The Gray Garden

[diabolarchy]

[dollphilia]

[Walking into it by accident, more like she was already sleeping in that spot before it was put on there.

Not that it changes things, since when Three does eventually wake up, there's:

A) No way out
B) A...being? They didn't look human for sure, especially with those strange horns and weird clothes.

Which was why she's taken to staring at him speechless and in awe.]

[diabolarchy]

[Satanick isn't fond of being trapped either, but on the other hand: cute girl. Cute girl staring at him. Could be a lot worse!]

Is something on my face?

[He offers her a friendly smile. It's intended to be friendly, it still has fangs.]

[dollphilia]

No.

[Not that she'd tell him. Or even bother to.

In any case, a hand lifts up to point at his horns.]

Let me touch them.

[Said more as a command because manners? There's no word like that in her dictionary.]

[diabolarchy]

So forward! But if you insist. Be gentle.

[He can't really say no to cute girls. He leans down enough for her to reach.]

[dollphilia]

[And so she does- her fingers slowly trace each and every groove that curves around, all while her eyes shine bright with wonder and curiosity.]

How pretty... [Her lips twitch in a small, yet barely there smile.] What exactly are you?

[diabolarchy]

[That's quite nice.]

I'm a Devil - and you? [He suspects human, but you can never be sure these days.]

[dollphilia]

Intoner.

[She raises a brow and stops to look over behind him. She's heard some stories about devils before, but she didn't really believe them and from the pictures she saw in the books, they looked nothing like him.]

...but, there's no tail?

[diabolarchy]

That depends on the devil, some have them some don't. What's an intoner?

[dollphilia]

Hm...I see.

[She yawns, before she goes back to horn-stroking.]

Intoners are goddesses. Or it's what people think we are.

[diabolarchy]

I've met some goddesses in my day, but they don't usually call themselves that. So what's the difference?

[dollphilia]

We utilize singing as our weapons.

[Not that it stops Three from getting a confused look as she considers it.]

...I don't know why we're labeled like that, really. We simply brought peace to the land, it's nothing too special.

[diabolarchy]

Now don't sell yourself short, peace is a marvelous thing to have. Temporary, but wonderful while it lasts.

[dollphilia]

Mm, I suppose.

[Despite those words, her tone's apathetic; when she does finally look up and see the mistletoe, she raises a brow once more.]

...how long has that been there?

[diabolarchy]

Since before we both showed up. You're familiar with the tradition?

[Oho.]

[dollphilia]

No.

[Because Christmas doesn't exist in Drakengard, apparently.]

What is it?

[diabolarchy]

It's mistletoe. Two people caught under it have to kiss, it's tradition.

[It's also probably magic, given how stuck he is.]

[dollphilia]

That so? Well then...

[Three's mouth curves slightly upward as a hand stops caressing his horn and gently trails down until it reaches the side of his face; she cups his cheek and leans in close, her lips just almost touching his ear. With a low, breathy whisper-]

Go ahead.

1/2

[diabolarchy]

[Excuse him while his head goes explodey. He'll need a moment or two to recover.]

[diabolarchy]

Well, if you insist...

[He turns enough to reach her lips, gently leaning in towards her. Aaah, but she's so, so cute...!]

[dollphilia]

[Oh, Satanick. It's a rare thing for Three to be amused, but you did it.

In fact, she's so amused, she'll move right in for an immediate deep kiss.]

[diabolarchy]

[He is so okay with this development. Slightly surprised but so okay with it.

So yeah, that's some making out going on there. Let us know when you're done, guys.]

[dollphilia]

[Done? Ohhh, she's just getting started.

Makes it even deeper and tugs lightly on his hair, yo.]

[diabolarchy]

[She gets pettings of her own hair for that. So lovely. So cute. So forward with the kissing.]

[dollphilia]

[Meanwhile, an arm moves behind his back, with finger tracing down his spine.

How she hasn't lost air yet, the world may never know.]