The Mistletoe Meme

[mapsincolor]

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!

Comments

[snedronningen]

[Once he deepens the kiss her fingers curl into his arm, not hard, more just to brace herself. She will allow him to deepen the kiss, even let him pull her against him, but she'll hesitate before returning the sentiment.

Thoughts and feelings are whirring through her mind. How much she really shouldn't do this-- but really. What favors was she doing anyone? Allow her emotions to get the better of her and potentially hurt someone?

Or just roll with it?

There's only a moments more hesitation before she allows herself to relax just a bit and press back into the kiss more fully. Her fingers let go of his arm to slide up higher and rest just around his shoulders. She won't take any more initiative at the moment. He's the one who wanted this. He gets to see it through. ]

[epicsideburns]

[To be perfectly honest, Hans is surprised she hasn't done something to him yet - at least pushed him away, if not used a bit of her icy powers against him. She could easily pierce his heart with ice, and unfortunately for Hans, there's not many "true love" options out there that could save his life.

But she doesn't. In fact, he's pretty sure she's kissing him back. And for all his charm and charisma, he hasn't actually kissed lots of princesses. He never even kissed Anna - it was only too easy to charm her without ever truly kissing. But this is... sort of nice.

Hans seems to come back to himself, however, and he finally breaks the kiss, pulling away. The look of surprise and almost awe on his face is quickly changed to a much more indifferent expression.]

Well. Thanks for the kiss, Queen Elsa.

[snedronningen]

[When they part she doesn't even notice the ice she's created around them at first, nothing too terrible or extensive, just a dusting of frost within the immediate vicinity. Still, her cheeks are a bit pink and she presses her lips together, doing her best to maintain composure for the slightest of royal formalities.]

You're welcome, Prince Hans.

[Some form of pride would rather he be the one to leave first, she refuses to back down.]