MISTLEGLOW: a kissing meme

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mistleglow: a kissing meme

Some residents may remember that back in September, a love-drunk and confusion-spell-addled newlywed mage from Gramarye Magic Research let loose some pretty little fairy lights that trapped people in the city in little invisible bubbles until they kissed (and any kind of kiss would do). Well, the same slightly-less-newlywed but no less romantically-inclined mage happens to really, really enjoy the winter season, and thinks it's totally romantic. That particular sentiment is pretty common in the Quarantine - while Hygge is the celebration of familial love, the residents of the Quarantine all agree that that family often includes partners and lovers. Besides that, the folklore of mistletoe as being representative of love and friendship is something that the Quarantine has in common with the universes many residents inhabit.

So, as the last week and a half of December rolls around, residents around the Quarantine will see the result of the resident romantic trying to share a bit of Hygge love - small, glowing sprigs of mistletoe will be floating around the Quarantine, ready to trap people up and make them share a bit of affection.

how it works

● Two or more characters walking under one of these glowing, floating sprigs will get stuck for one hour, trapped inside an invisible enclosure with an approximate three foot radius. The only options are to either wait out the hour, or to kiss! Characters will know they're meant to kiss, because part of the magic spell is the sudden and intense knowledge that they should kiss in order to break free. There is no compulsion to kiss, just the knowledge that that's how to get free. This time, instead of any kind of kiss working, there will be different types of kisses that will work to release the trapped residents depending on the color of mistleglow:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY

Trapped residents will not know what kind of kiss will work for each color and may have to experiment before finding the right one.

● Post up a top-level for your character with the types of kisses you're interested in threading out, and then go forth and have your character kiss (or refuse to kiss) others!
● This meme is for characters already accepted into the game to play with the mistleglow prompt from this month's test drive meme. If your character is not yet accepted into the game, please use the TDM post!
● This meme is GAME CANON, so any threads played out in this meme can be carried through into the actual canon of the game.
● Much like the TDM, threads on this meme can count for Activity Points, but not the monthly Activity Check.

header image is from santa's factory by Clement Danveau

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[northerndragon]

[It's strange to have his hand kissed by a woman outside of the bedchamber, or what's passing for one with her at a given time, but there's some delight to it that he wouldn't have expected. He doesn't kiss her hand immediately, disarmed by the little kisses she brushes against his knuckles and palms.

When she's done, and a shift of his foot proves that the barrier is still -- STILL -- there, he raises her hand and lowers his head and kisses the smooth back of it, then her knuckles, then, rather sweetly, her soft palm, filling its center.

Then, for good measure, he pulls her into his arms and kisses her again, enough that at least one person stops and stares. The air out here is crisp, even in their trap, and she's warm and has a delicious complicated scent about her, one he thinks might be a perfume.]

[jelmazmo]

( Neither of them have known much in the way of gentleness. At some point, her subconscious had decided to try and take a moment every day to show him a kindness, which is easy to do in the literal sense. But also in the physical, little demonstrations of affection which, admittedly, typically occur at home.

Not so now, and she finds both doing so—and his reaction to it absolutely worth it. Also, charming. Her cheeks flush, lips parted as he returns the favour. The tip of her thumb draws gently across the scars on the hand she holds, and she's keen to stand there and smile like an idiot and forget they're imprisoned by a spell for just a moment.

—and then he pulls her up, lifting her, and she leans in to return his kiss, a soft sigh leaving her now. All she wants it him, pressed up against their door. Thinking of that has her surging up in his grasp, arms wound tight around his body to brace herself. Her teeth nip at his lower lip, and she murmurs a breathless endearment in Valyrian. She's fallen, become lost in him, and she neither knows nor cares if others see. The taste of him is heavy and raw and delicious on her tongue, and she can't get enough. )

[northerndragon]

[If her cheeks had had a hint of rosiness in response to the brisk air before, their kissing has made the effect more intense. And like her, he almost forgets for a moment that they're trapped, that they're in public, that they have an audience. He sees someone over her shoulder staring at them both, and he returns the stare, as if to say, What are you looking at?

But aside from that, he's taken with her. She says something to him, and he still doesn't catch it... it's nothing about wolves, he knows that much now, but what it is, he's not sure.

He backs her up against the barrier -- STILL THERE, but he cares less than he had a moment earlier -- and kisses her harder, with more abandon. Then his mouth trails to her ear, then to her throat.]

[jelmazmo]

( The longer this goes on, the less she's able to think, and thus care that they have an audience. There's that primal, dark look in his eyes that makes her shiver—hunger burning in her own gaze now as her pupils dilate. If they're to be trapped in here, she's going to make sure to enjoy herself rather than rage or panic that they are in fact still very much trapped.

She repeats what she'd said to him, murmuring a loose translation: and it's not nearly as innocent of an endearment as anyone else but him might have thought. Her breath hitches low in her throat, and then she's surging up and into him once she feels resistance courtesy of the barrier at her back. This man of hers isn't in fact a Wildling, but he is as wild as she is, matching her every time their mouths collide in another kiss. Her teeth nip insistently at his mouth, wanton and utterly unashamed for it.

It's not as if for all the exhibition they've put on that anything has really happened. Dany's fingers tangle in his curls, tugging his hair loose, twisting, tugging at the strands while she cants her head back, shivering again as she allows him more space to do as he wishes. )

[northerndragon]

[He chuckles softly, pulls back, and gives her a brief look of amused disbelief when she tells him what she's said. Before he can think of something even close to it to say in return, her mouth is on his again, and he drinks her in as she nips at him, something that makes his desire for her more keen.

Then his lips work at her neck again, and he feels her tug his hair loose. That means that once they do get out of their prison, his hair will be in his face all the way home, but it's tolerable enough; he wore it that way for years.

The front of his coat is cut to overlap itself, but he often wears it open, not finding the weather cold enough to bother to close it, and not really being accustomed to the buttons on it: they're rare on his own clothing, rare on most clothing he's ever seen until about a month and a half ago. So as he kisses her, he tugs her in closer, wraps the front of the coat around her back.]

Maybe we should be more careful, [he murmurs into her ear.] If we find the right way of kissing, we may also find ourselves fallen over in the street.

[jelmazmo]

( Flushed and breathless, her sole response to the look he gives her is to reciprocate with a wicked little smirk. They make for a pair of wild things, whether behind closed doors or in the middle of the city. Dany embraces that now, lips working feverishly, fiercely against his, tongue delving into his mouth. This might not be the right way in order to break the spell, but it certainly feels right for them.

But as his kisses range down her neck again, she tugs at his hair, breath shaky as she gasps. That feels far better than 'wonderful' or 'nice.' She shifts her arms so as they wind around him beneath his coat rather than over, so that while he tugs her closer, she can repay the favour in kind and pull him into herself. By now, her breathing is shallow, her heart racing; not a state she'd generally ever want the world at large to witness her in, were she thinking straight. She still isn't. In fact, she's even more foggy-brained than earlier. )

I don't want to be careful, ( She whispers back, voice husky. ) Keep trying if you want, but I forbid you to hold back either way. And when we get home—

( She'll show him what she actually wants. )

[northerndragon]

If we get home. [But he says it dryly enough to make it clear he's not very worried yet, just annoyed that their kissing isn't on their own terms.

He sees how foggy and wanton she's becoming, but one of the things that can easily be said about her is that she knows herself, that her will is as close to iron as anything he's seen.]

Maybe you're meant to kiss my neck.

[And that's said dryly, too.]

[jelmazmo]

We will. ( What is left unsaid here is perhaps the expected 'because I intend to burn whoever did this.' This is glorious, but absolutely not on their terms. Some of the anger at whoever cast the spell returns, glittering dangerously in her eyes.

She wants him, but her way. Not to rut in the street. Dany raises an eyebrow, and then huffs lowly. )

You may come to rue saying that, my love.

( For very obvious reasons, one of which presses insistently against her hip. But she tilts her head up and leans in, trailing hot kisses from the base of his throat and up along his jawline, where she teases his earlobe with her tongue before repeating the same gesture again on the other side. )

fair warning: this is really just getting slightly smutty

[northerndragon]

[It does, but wanting her isn't a raw ache yet. It may turn into one if they don't find a way out soon. Memories rise of that night in their kitchen early on, and that doesn't help any.

He holds up well through the first of her sallies against his throat, only tilting his head by half an inch or so to give her better access, and closing his eyes as his hair flops into his face. They open again in something akin to exasperation when she tongues at his earlobe, then moves to the other side: that raw ache may come sooner than he expects, and so may he. Instead of canting his head this time, he kisses her neck, her ear, whatever he can reach, his hands sliding down to her bottom under his coat to lift her against him.

And still, they aren't released from their cell.]

more than slightly

[jelmazmo]

( What she's been so furious about and thought as a 'street' is actually an access path for maintenance vehicles to come and go through this neighbourhood's park. The greenery in fact does shelter them more than her agitated mind had been able to note earlier, and in noticing it now, she leans her head back just enough to look up at him as if to ask a silent question: do we do this here?

Her answer arrives when he lifts her against him, and she breathes out his name shakily as he works his mouth on her. ) Sit us down.

( About the only two words she can manage anymore other than his name, or just about. Should he acquiesce, she'll straddle him firmly, and reach to arrange her skirts about them, further concealing them from the eyes of whoever may (or may not) come wandering by. Then her hands work at the fastenings of his strange breeches carefully, her mounting impatience prompting her to turn her head and catch his mouth with hers again. )

[northerndragon]

[He pulls back again, this time to give her a questioning look, nearly an astonished one. He realizes the moment he sees her face, her eyes, that there's no point in asking her whether or not she's sure.

It's getting darker and the foot traffic here is thinning from what it had been: they'll almost certainly be seen, but apart from that, there might be a danger that someone would trip over them if not for the barrier.

He frowns, then nods: the whole situation is a little bit mad, and the madness pulls him along. It isn't how public they are that makes him frown at first, only concern for her dignity, and the fact that they're among strangers. In another life, very little of his bedding had been done in any sort of seclusion, but in another life, he hadn't been betrothed to a queen.

His coat is big enough, and the skirts she wears are flowing. He pulls them both along a few steps until the side of the barrier is at his back, then sinks down against it so it will support them, folding his legs on the ground until he's on his knees.

Their kisses grow hot and more shameless. He likes the taste of her mouth, sweet and minted by some kind of silver-wrapped confection she'd been sucking before all of this started... there's also a taste he can recognize now as chocolate. He runs his hands over her lower back, her hips, her bottom, her thighs, willing her to hurry with the button at his waist. ]

[jelmazmo]

( It's a brand of madness that (probably) won't see anyone burned, aside from the heat singing in their blood. So she seizes it, allows it to seize her as she rolls her hips against his thigh. Would anyone else be so concerned for her dignity? Maybe, maybe not. She holds his gaze heatedly for a long moment, leaning up to kiss his cheek. The lone moment of gentleness he's going to get between now and when they're spent.

Very little of her life had been private among the Dothraki; and she'd had no qualms then being out under the open sky with her husband. Now a very different man is to be her husband, but she feels precisely the same as she had so many years ago: unashamed.

Another roll of her hips against his thigh, and then she shifts her other hand to join in the effort to undo his breeches. Success occurs at last when they rekindle their kisses again, her own heated, hungry, demanding. Her tongue caresses his, learning all over again the cut of his teeth, the feel of his gums. Dany shifts in his lap, grasping his length firmly in hand before sinking herself down onto him, lashes fluttering. )

[northerndragon]

[He pulls away from her mouth to exhale with a humming groan when he pushes into her. It's cool outside. The coat combats it, but they're on pavement now, and it carries a chill like any cold rock would, one he feels seeping through his breeches. The rest of him is warm because of her.

Then it's back to kissing her. He can't move much from here... a little, but most of this will be up to her, with support from his arms. He moves to lift her a little, then lower her again.

And he realizes that he doesn't care much who sees, as long as this is all they see: a young couple kneeling on the ground to kiss, more wrapped up in each other than their clothing and the hour will allow most to be able to discern. Part of him is pleased that she doesn't find it shameful for them to be together like this. Part of him thinks that he should find it shameful, but he started to learn to ignore that part a long time ago.]

[jelmazmo]

( The capitol world looms distantly above them, stars shining around it; as a street lamp does nearby, some ten feet away. Its glow is soft enough to just illuminate the path around them; but it's behind them. The hunger in his gaze glitters darkly, and she has to catch her breath for a moment and adjust herself. She's full with him, and amazed, as always that he's here with her. That she has his love, that he's hers and she's his in almost every way now. A feeling of wonderment, of joy which rises and fills her heart every time they come together.

Her violet eyes meet his, and she smiles at his between kisses. At first her movements are slow, gentle, unhurried; a languid rise and fall upon him, her hair falling around them in a pale curtain.

Then she sucks at his bottom lip, one hand rising to fist itself in his hair, fingers twisting in the strands, and another clutches tightly at his back, nails digging into him. She doesn't look away, as has become her wont with him. Love truly does come in at the eyes with them, even if she can feel it with each touch, each press of his mouth on hers. A soft, shuddering sound escapes her, and she ducks her head to nip along his throat. )

[northerndragon]

[When she clutches at his hair and digs her fingernails into the muscles of his back and makes that sounds and kisses his throat, his expression becomes more intent, more carried away. His kisses are more fierce when her mouth comes back to his.

They are, for some reason, still trapped. No single kiss they've tried has released them; fucking on the ground isn't releasing them, and if that won't, what will? Will they have to huddle together for warmth all night until someone else comes to let them out? It would be more exasperating if he wasn't so absorbed in what they're doing... the way she feels and the warm scent of her and the sounds she makes. For a moment, he pauses to bury his face in her hair, which is softer still than it used to be.]

Oh, love. Maybe we'll take a tent out beyond the Wall some night.

[The words are slightly labored, and come between kisses.]

Then it would be -- proper, with something to sleep under, and --

[jelmazmo]

( Huddling together for warmth is working out well-enough for them so far. Being wrapped up in him is keeping her mind well away from the pressing matter that they are caged in an invisible, magical box. Dany's mouth works fiercely against his, hungry for the sweet, heady taste of the mead he'd had earlier on his tongue.

Beneath the layers of clothes, her thighs are warm where they grip and hold his hips in place, her touch the same wherever it lands. The ground may be cold beneath him, but she surrounds him with heat enough to minimize its effect by a great deal. And the tight clench of her around his cock should be more than enough to banish the rest. Dany rests there with him a moment, dazed and panting when their kiss briefly parts. He's nuzzling her hair, almost, and she's somewhat giddy that she'd decided to wash it earlier with some kind of berry-smelling soap.

It's done wonders, and for his hair, too, she finds as she drags her fingers through his curls. )

Not maybe, my sweet wolf. We will.

( She nips at his mouth, rising up along his length to whisper huskily against his ear: )

Yes. And we'll spend all night doing anything but sleeping in the bedroll we'll share.