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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Don't tell me to re-

[Then Poe is kissing him. His lips are warmer, softer, than John would have expected. He's kissed men before, but under different circumstances. Rougher, and more desperate. In the darkness of the desert, with sand on their skin and war in the air.

The kiss is quick, almost too quick. Over before it really started. John is left hanging in the air where Poe left him, lips still slightly parted until BB-8 smacks into the barrier.]

Maybe it didn't last long enough. [Or maybe he just wants another taste of peace versus war.

John pushes the thought from his mind, like he does everything else that shakes his foundations, and leans in to press a kiss to the side of Poe's neck, just below his ear. Poe's skin smells good, like sweat, and leather, and everything another pilot should smell like.

Poe's pulse throbs against his lips with the steady beat of a drum, more soothing than it has any right to be. One more kiss just an inch lower, behind Poe’s ear and closer to the soft, curling baby hairs of his hairline, and John pulls away.]

Well whaddya’ know.

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Did it help you relax at least?

[ That's all the teasing Poe gets in before John's kissing his neck. He's surprised by how tender it is, the way John lingers. He didn't strike Poe as the type, somehow. It's hard not to relax in spite of the goosebumps. Poe lets his eyes close, the last of the tension unwinding from his gut at the undeniable reassurance that the person he's sharing this space with doesn't mean him harm.

Check off that list item he didn't know was in question. When did he start getting scared of people he knows?

Without opening his eyes: ] Thanks.

[ Then he drags in a deep breath, looks up, and hey. The mistletoe is on its way to bother someone else. ]

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It did. And you're welcome. [John's hands had moved to Poe's hips during the kiss. Not on purpose. He just needed stability. Something to tether him when it felt like he was going out on a line.

It's in the nature of veterans to be both inherently reckless, yet overly cautious. There are some things a man can't undo, or unsee, that will permanently change him.

They'll probably never talk about it, their shared fear, but it's there. Hanging over them like mistletoe. Throwing a wrench in their lives and relationships when they least expect it. Except all the kissing in the world won't make it go away.

But it can numb the pain.

He lets go of Poe, arms dropping back down to his sides, but not without a smile.]

Guess we completed our mission.