The Mistletoe Meme

[frilliance]

Oh no, mistletoe!

 

SHOOT. Who put that there?! Well, you’re caught - pucker up!

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon in the subject line
2. Next person who responds is the one you’re caught under the mistletoe with!
3. Go as awkward, sweet, or embarrassing as you like! (Quick cheek peck? Full French? Sure! But you have to kiss or the Nargles will get you!)
4. Comment, Tag, and catch others under the mistletoe. Have fun

Stolen from Ruby City. 

Comments

[god_damned]

[ It's an innocent enough encounter. Their paths cross, and due to bowing his head in greeting, Kirei misses what's hanging above them. ]

Hello again, Knight of the Lake.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

Well met, Priest.
[Lancelot bows his head in Passing-- or rather, attempting to pass. For he cannot move, and the Priest himself is making no better progress forward than he.
Lancelot stands, practically chest to shoulder with the Man, and raises a questioning brow.]

Since I doubt this Magic is any of your Doing, it must be some Device of this Place...

[god_damned]

[ For a moment, he does not understand Lancelot's meaning. Then, he tries to move and finds his feet locked to the ground.

But his hands can move. He proves this by curiously laying his hand to the Servants chest. ]

It appears so.

[ At this close proximity, he has to tip his head up to meet Lancelot's gaze properly -- with that glance, he notices what is lurking even higher, and therein lies the explanation.

Kirei's frown deepens. ]

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Though taken aback, Lancelot does not comment on the touch-- as his attention is diverted in following the Priest's gaze.]

I take it you assign significance to that Vine there-- and some unpleasant one, at that.

[god_damned]

Unpleasant by some definition.

[ Kirei frowns somewhat, drawing his hand back again ]

A kiss is the expected tradition.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[In the absence of the touch, Lancelot seems at last to feel it.
A tilt of his dark head and slight raise of one brow are his reply in turn.]

I see.
Is the definition one you would assign?

[god_damned]

[ Kirei's face remains impassive. He would shrug, but his body seems to be freezing up more and more, the longer he resists the expected response to the mistletoe. ]

In comparison, I find this paralysis to be a more unfortunate side effect.

Ancient Tag: Feel Free to Ignore If You Wish!

[chevalier_mal_fet]

I would agree, Priest. This posture tires.

[A slight turn of his head brings him nearly nose to nose with the impassive young Priest.]
I suppose just as every Curse must have its Answer, so every Lock must have its Key-- will you suffer the remedy, then?

as if i could ignore this

[god_damned]

[ Kirei watches the Servant evenly, considering. It is stadily becoming obvious that this spell cannot be resisted, so he may very well succumb to it. ]

It seems inevitable, Knight of the Lake.

You have my consent.

/swooning like a maiden fair

[chevalier_mal_fet]

As you say, then. Kirei Kotamine.

[In Lancelot's experience, natural magic may not be broken or fulfilled by half-measures, and so he applies himself accordingly. It requires only a slight tilt of his head to press his lips to the Priest's, to slip his tongue between them at their involuntary parting. The man's mouth is pleasantly warm, and tastes of nothing in particular save his essence-- whatever unnameable flavor that might be.]

fans self

[god_damned]

[ It is not often that Kirei has been kissed. Intimacy has no warmth for him and as a result he has never pursued it. His wife is the only relationship he carried with any longevity. He has barely been with another woman, and the idea of another man...

He does not expect the slick warmth of Lancelot's tongue inside his mouth. On instinct, his mouth parts wider. Lancelot's kiss is cool, like the water of the lake from which he gains his title. His next inhale is sharp, and his hand raises to touch the knight's chest. ]

/becomes a factor in climate change

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[The nearest he has come in laying with another in this Form, in this Place, has been to hold his Master in his arms and take entirely possessive and intimate liberties in the course of comforting him. It has been long indeed since he has dallied with anyone besides, particularly a man.

The weight of the hand on his chest is-- thought provoking. Gratified to feel the Priest open to him, Lancelot exhales on a sigh as he deepens the kiss, slipping a hand around the younger man's broad back to rest it lightly between his shoulder blades.

He was ever a worldly man, given to earthy passions-- here he is indulging himself, and knows it, for surely the spell must the broken, but as long as the priest allows it, he will not break the embrace.

POLAR VORTEX

[god_damned]

[ He expects some obscene thrill. Perhaps this will inspire something in him: the sin of another man's lips on his own, and another man's hands on his body.

But there is nothing.

Lancelot's kiss is not unpleasant. Quite the opposite. His charm is evident to even one as inexperienced as Kirei, but this is not what his defective heart desires -- not even this infamous temptation sparks any reaction in him. Neither lust nor disgust rises in him; he simply allows it evenly. It leaves him as indifferent as he would have been to shake the man's hand.

That cannot be. Something deemed so vile in the eyes of the Church surely must have more behind it. Slowly, Kirei's hand tightens into a fistful of the knight's suit. Is he really so low and so damned, that this sin cannot darken him any further? That he can endure it as if it is nothing? There must be more to this--

Suddenly, Kirei pursues the kiss harder, deeper, as if to draw the answer out of the Servant's mouth with his tongue. ]

PERFECT STORM

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[The show of nearly desperate force is intriguing-- but not moreso than it is arousing. This even tempered young priest, some other Servant's Master, claiming the kiss for his own, pressing against him with force that would budge a mortal man a step back-- Lancelot makes a low sound into the now rough kiss, bringing up his free hand to ghost gloved fingertips along Kirie Kotamine's throat and jaw.

It's plain the man is not smitten with him, which is just as well, but Lancelot responds to the tension in the kiss. The Tower is a rather tense place, after all-- and release can be a rare bird to find.
He breaks the kiss without drawing back, his hand on Kirie Kotamine's back drifting down to his narrow waist, his lips brushing the Priest's as he speaks.]

Do you seek something I may give you, Priest?

[god_damned]

[ When the kiss breaks, Kirei's mouth stays open. He lets out a harsh exhale, not realizing his breathlessness until the contact ended, and his hand tightens even further in Lancelot's suit.

There was still nothing. For all his seeking, this kiss has earned him nothing. ]

...no. [ Close as they still are, the word is spoken directly into the knight's mouth. Slowly, he uncurls his hand from Lancelot's suit. ] My mistake.

Perfection: Achieved.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

Ah--
[Contrary to legend, Lancelot has been offered refusal from time to time during his Life. Now, as then, he accepts it with Grace, slipping his arm out from around the Priest's waist.
Though that is not to say he does not feel desire. Indeed, it was pleasant, to feel his interest piqued in this body, by this odd young man. He smiles, bowing his head in return.]
but the fault, if there is one, must surely be mine.

It seems we are released, Kirei Kotamine. You have my thanks-- for your permission.