closed 🪶⚡ all i really, really ever want is under the mistletoe

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: Around places.
What: Cid and Benedikta follow a lead and sneak into a fancy holiday party. Event stuff TBA.
Warnings: it's them, what do you want from me



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[garudas]

[She isn't expecting another spin, so there's a surprised squeal that echoes when he does, a wind sweeping in and sending a light mist of snow upward and around them.]

Did I? I suppose it would depend on who you ask... I quite like the terrible influence when it is all to myself. As for the others...

[Her shoulder lifts in a shrug, and she bumps her nose gently to his.]

Do not tell me you would be drinking and singing alongside them, given the choice.

[ramuhs]

[His voice will join hers with a loud laugh, and he will lift her up to hold her higher to him.]

Well I do like a good mead and song.

[He smirks up at her.]

One day I hope to see you joining in.

[garudas]

[She is not expecting that either, and she really should have, but her arms only tighten around his shoulders.]

Me? Singing and merriment? I do not think it suits me. Besides...

[Her voice lowers to a soft, but teasing whisper.]

I doubt either of us want me to hear the ballads you would sing about me, yes?

[ramuhs]

[His eyes just gleam dangerously.]

Who said I wouldn't?

[AND THEN HE'S TAKING A DEEP BREATH READY TO BELT OUT A VERSE]

My bonny lass Benna—

[garudas]

[And of course that voice of his booms through the trees like a low roll of thunder, and birds that had been sleeping in the ones nearby fly off, startled by the sudden noise, as well as Benedikta's gasp and laughter...]

Cidolfus!

[... Before it all dies into a kiss, of course.

Even the gryphons that have been soaring elsewhere start to squawk in response, singing along with him in the skies above.]

You are going to wake the entire island with that.

[ramuhs]

[He just laughs even more at that.]

Well they should be! It's a celebration tonight!

[And now there's a different shine in his eyes as he looks up at her.]

But now I wonder where my song is.

[garudas]

[Is he going to place her down anytime soon—?]

I already told you. Merriment and singing do not suit me...

[Now it's her turn for a shift in her eyes, and while there is a shimmer to them, the flame that burns only for him flickers just a little brighter.]

Though, I would be happy to sing you a different kind of song... Later.

[ramuhs]

[No, she is captive in his arms.



That may or may not be getting tired but it's fine he's fine—]

Hm...while I do enjoy that particular tune, I still would like to hear something different.

[He'll start moving to carry her back inside.]

[garudas]

[She clicks her tongue at him.]

... What, you wish for me to come up with something on the spot? Without putting any wine in me first!?

[ramuhs]

Now I'm curious and want both versions.

[garudas]

[With a tut tut tut, she shakes her head as she rests it against his.]

You will have to get at least three glasses of wine or ciders in me first. And that will still be a maybe.

[ramuhs]

Not a problem, I'm sure I can manage that one way or another.

[And then as they're walking, he'll notice something as they pass under one of the stone archways and suddenly stop.]

[garudas]

The wine and cider are the easy part, my love. The rest of it...

[Her voice dies when he stops, and she pulls back to blink down at him.]

What is it?

[ramuhs]

[He just grins as his eyes drift upward.]

Seems there are more of these sprouting around.

[And lo, it is another mistletoe hanging above them.]

[garudas]

[Her gaze follows his, only to look up and see the same weed hanging above them that compelled them to kiss at the cave's entrance. Amusement mixes with confusion as her eyes fall back down to him.]

Alright, you cannot convince me that you did not put that one there on purpose.

[ramuhs]

I was with you the whole time, when would I have managed that?

[garudas]

Oh, I don't know, when you were planning the party?

[A narrowed, suspicious stare bears down upon him.]

Or you had someone else do it for you. There is no way they are sprouting like this on their own?

[ramuhs]

[He's about to retort when an odd look crosses his face and be looks back up at them.]

Could they?

[As if he's seriously contemplating that possibility.]

[garudas]

Do not play coy with me.

[But now she is doubting herself and staring up at the plant.]

... That is not possible. Something has to be willing these into existence if so.

[ramuhs]

I can promise you it's not me, so could have been someone else.

But regardless...

[Now looking at her expectantly. And he has her trapped in his arms.]

[garudas]

[Her gaze drops to him, then shoots up to the mistletoe.]

What, again!? Why do I need a holiday weed to kiss you?

[ramuhs]

You don't, but no reason not to.

[And dropping her down a bit so she's closer to him.]

[garudas]

Ridiculous.

[Face to face now, her lashes flutter to meet his eyes, and her lips quirk ever so slightly at him. She's going to be difficult.]

... Why can't you be the one to kiss me?

[ramuhs]

[He's already pulling her down before she finishes speaking, lips capturing the last word as he kisses her roughly and deeply. He will hold her there, too, even as the smirk forms before he pulls away.]

It will be your turn next time.

[And he sets her down.]

[garudas]

[She is not so inclined to let him go now, not after that kiss. Her voice dies away into a soft, happy sound, and she takes it and gives back with equal passion. Even when he pulls away and sets her down, she is chasing him, wishing for more, but her hands slide away from his shoulders and across his chest.]

Not if I take down every little kissing weed before you get me under them.