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the mistletoe meme
Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... T'is the season-- almost. And it looks like you got stuck right under that mistletoe with someone else. And you both can't move until you kiss one another (Of course, not specifying where that kiss needs to happen).

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Re: A Plain Doll | Bloodborne | ota

[crowsfeat]

... These are considered symbols of fertility, where I come from.

[ Eileen remarked from below, watching the Doll set up what appeared to be seasonal decorations for the workshop. Which given the ageless nature of the Dream, she almost wondered why that was? But she figured it must have been something another Hunter had requested... ]

[just_a_doll]

[ The holiday décor did give the workshop a far more homey and warm feel. It also gave her something a little different to work on for a change. The messengers seem rather curious, popping in, here and there, to observe and reaching out to grab some of the smaller decorations that were gathered in a small box.

Eileen's comment does earn her a confused expression from the Doll after she secures the little sprig into place on a nail. ]

Fertility? How very strange. [ Hum. ] Is there a reason it must be hung over the door?

[ Someone wasn't given any details. ]

[crowsfeat]

Of course she hadn't been...

[ Eileen sighed, crossing her arms. ]

A more modern tradition is to kiss beneath them. A courting ritual to coincide with the season and the symbolism of the white berries.

... Which are quite poisonous, by the way.

[ Just had to toss her brand of gloom on the moment. ]

[just_a_doll]

[ Is there anything left in Yharnam that isn't doom and gloom?

Still, the Doll chuckles quietly. ]

How sweet. Despite the poisonous berries. One would think that might tie in to the symbolism.

[ She pauses, humming thoughtfully as she brushes her thumb over one of the berries.

Then she tries to step away...

And can't. ]

... Mm?

[ Another try. Her feet seem to be firmly planted on the spot underneath the mistletoe. ]

Ah... I cannot seem to move.

[crowsfeat]

[ Eileen cocked her head. The Doll had never had trouble moving before, assuming she was animated at all. She never really questioned that her joints could become stiff or unmoving. The entire concept seemed a bit silly, as the Dream was a place of Unreality, anyways. She stepped her way around the doll, turning about to face her...

... And then knelt to throw up part of the Doll's skirt to take a look at said joints.

Look, she was a practical person. And if this was what amounted to a medical emergency, she wasn't going to wait for permission. ]

[just_a_doll]

[ And, being that it took her some time to grasp social norms regarding personal space, Eileen's swift response to investigate and move her skirt hardly seems like an intrusion.

She lifts her skirt, taking that cue when the hunter appears to need it moved. Her hands, her fingers, arms-her entire upper body hasn't stiffened and lost it's functionality. She just can't step back. ]

I was moving fine only moments ago.

[ And then she tries moving one of her feet forward. It works but then she can't move it back. Even then, she isn't particularly panicked. Just a bit surprised. ]

This has never happened before.

[ She pulls her skirt up a bit higher, glancing down a bit herself. She wears a set of bloomers underneath the skirt and her ball-jointed knees look no different than usual. ]

[crowsfeat]

[ Yep... Her joints looked fine. Eileen reached to try and shift them herself, but despite a lack of any visible reason, they didn't seem to give at all...

She then looked back up, at the mistletoe... ]

Where did you find that sprig, by the way?

[just_a_doll]

[ It would be quite troublesome to be stuck inside the workshop when she would much rather be outside. At least she's by the door, at any rate.

Eileen's question makes her look up toward the mistletoe, her grip on her skirt slowly releasing. ]

It was in the box with the rest of the decorations.

[ Which the messengers are still picking through as they watch the two of them. She reaches up and tries to take it down from where she'd just placed it.

And then she tugs a little harder.

It doesn't budge.

The Doll makes a very confused little noise as she tugs on it one more time. Not even a leaf comes off. ]

Do these plants possess... arcane properties?

[crowsfeat]

[ Ah... the little ones and their mischief. No doubt this was their doing. ]

Normally it does not. [ Eileen sighed, righting herself after helping smooth the Doll's dress back out. She reached to pull her cowl away, loosening her mask as well in the process.

... Because she only had one guess as to what it was the Messengers wanted of them. Noisy little brats... ]

[just_a_doll]

[ Totally their doing. Even as they feign innocence in their enjoyment of various ribbons and ornaments. The Doll doesn't even seem to realize, caught up observing the mistletoe as she is.

Her gaze turns back down to Eileen when she hears her get up, curiously observing as she begins to take her cowl and mask off. Not that she's complaining. She was rather fascinated by how different her hair was, as well as her darker complexion. It's so lovely. ]

Hmm... There must be something different about this one, yes? Do you need to have a better look?

[crowsfeat]

I don't... Call it a Hunter's intuition, but I believe I already know the solution...

[ A smirk pulled at the edge of her lip. The Messengers were simply children, in the end. They weren't malicious, but they clearly enjoyed stirring the pot, adding spice to a situation. And it wasn't as if they hadn't tried similar pranks before...

Eileen gestured for the Doll to lean closer. She was quite a bit taller than the Hunter, after all... ]

[just_a_doll]

[ Yes, the Doll is taller than almost everybody. Except Gehrman. And Gascoigne. And maybe a very small handful of others. That tends to happen when one stands seven feet.

Still a bit oblivious to the situation, she tilts her head, her eyes flickering over to the Messengers, who are suddenly more attentive to the goings on a short distance away from them. One of them leans forward against it's little hand, watching.

And she and Eileen are standing under mistletoe. That tradition states two people are supposed to kiss under... Oh. Realization dawns across her very expression and the confusion fades. Alright, then. ]

Ahh... Very well.

[ With a soft chuckle, she leans down, gently tipping the hunter's chin up with her porcelain fingertips. There's no hesitation and even a hint of shyness. She's happy to kiss her. ]

[crowsfeat]

[ It was remarkable, really... Her skin was not flesh, did not taste as flesh would, and had a coolness to it that reminded Eileen that the Doll was not nearly so human as she so wonderfully seemed. But not a bit of it made her afraid of feel strange, and there was still so much warmth obvious beneath.

It was the spirit of the moment, the slight hum, that let her brush her tongue along those lips, to give the Doll the sort of kiss she really deserved, one that a lover would give, the sort of love she wanted to know so badly. Eileen thought herself a poor source of it, made so jaded by her work, but what she had left... she could still offer. ]

[just_a_doll]

[ The Doll certainly moves as fluidly as a human would and that includes her jaw and lips to accommodate speech and whatever subtle expression she has learned to make. In this case, she can return Eileen’s kiss, parting her lips for her when she feels her tongue against them and allowing the kiss to deepen. Her hand moves from underneath the hunter’s chin to her cheek, her thumb brushing the skin there, and her other arm slipping around to her back to gently pull her closer.

She isn’t without some experience with other hunters she has kissed in the past. She enjoys it, usually. There’s intimacy and a feeling of closeness that makes her feel… wanted, perhaps. Alive. Human.

Kissing Eileen, though... It's a little different. Better, somehow.

Another few moments and she breaks the kiss, but doesn’t pull away entirely. Her hand remains on Eileen’s cheek as she regards her with a soft, fond smile. ]

Mm… How very pleasant.

[crowsfeat]

[ Eileen hummed, softly, into the kiss, tilting her head and letting herself just... fully embrace the moment, to not be lost in questions of its validity or whether or not she deserved such affection. Within the Dream, it was so much easier to set all of those apprehensions aside, to let them drift like leaves down a creek.

It was easy, then, to just let herself accept the Doll's affection for her in a simple, wonderful moment...

When their lips parted, Eileen likely looked softer than she ever had before, even managing a true, gentle smile for the Doll, the only person who really could inspire such looks. ]

Aye... Merry Christmas, my dear friend... [ The word for the holiday itself meant little to them. But the feeling it conveyed... that was real. ]

[just_a_doll]

My, what a lovely smile.

[ The Doll chuckles quietly, her hand still on Eileen's cheek as she leans in, pressing their foreheads together and closing her eyes. It's times like these that she doesn't doubt that happiness is real or if she can experience it at all.

Whatever she's feeling now, she attributes it more to Eileen than a holiday, though she won't deny the aesthetics of the décor and the overall spirit of it does lend some warmth to the workshop. Perhaps this could become tradition, if only to remember little moments like this. ]

Merry Christmas, Eileen.