sheridan | The Mistletoe Meme

You guys know the drill. You're minding your own business when suddenly from out of nowhere you find yourself walking in place. Or maybe you can't move at all. Or maybe you are still moving. Whatever the case, should you look around, you'll find a mysterious little sprig of flowers hanging above your head! What could it mean? Who put them there? Mysterious!

OPTIONS:

Okay, so this is getting ridiculous and you're starting to panic. Along comes someone else and maybe they're stuck now too! (Or maybe not.) You're both panicking, but seriously, how do you get out of this mess?

1. Kind Words. Shower compliments on each other. After all, you have so many nice things to say about them!
2. Sweet Actions. Hug it out! Brush a hair out of their eyes. Hold their hand. Just a small sign of affection is all it takes.
3. Kiss. That's what it says on the tin, right? On the cheek, on the forehead, on the back of the hand... maybe... maybe even on the mouth? Go nuts!
4. Extreme Mode???! For some reason one kiss isn't enough. NOW what...?
5. Captivated. You're not normally an affectionate type of person, but there's something a little fuzzy going on and you kinda want to be close to them. Huh. Mysterious.
6. Your Every Command. For some reason you find yourself bending over backwards for them. Even if they were just kidding around, you're finding it hard to resist following orders.
7. To The Letter. A sign attached to the mistletoe tells you how to free yourself.
8. Wildcard. Make your own rules!

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Edited 2018-12-07 23:18 (UTC)

[It's only been a few months since the battle at the Lastalia, but to Asbel it feels like an eternity. An eternity of meetings, an eternity of paperwork, an eternity of nagging mothers and missing his companions. But it isn't all bad. He has Sophie. And he has Richard -- well, that is, he has the letters he's been sending Richard.]

[If anything, they're reports summarizing his negotiations with Strahtan officials. You know...boring, stiff, a political courtesy. But he always tries to include something at least a little bit personal, just a couple sentences tacked on as a postscript. Besides, with how busy Richard must be these days, Asbel thinks he's bound to be feeling a little crazy too. Sometimes he mentions the goings-on in Lhant or unusual trivia he's learned from checking up on the townspeople and inspecting his lands. Most often he talks about Sophie, because Sophie's easy to talk about. And lately, he's been talking about Sophie's new flowers, some white holly plant native to Fendel.]

[But the most recent letter is different. It's not official business, but an invitation. Or, actually, it's a pre-invitation. Sophie had the great idea that they should all try to get together for the holidays, just for a weekend! They can celebrate the progress they've made so far, and Sophie wants everyone to see the flowers she's been working so hard to tend...which is all well and good, but, Asbel admits, we have so many of them now there's probably no way we'll get the manor decorated in time.]

[And with that, Asbel's kind of left the decorations (and the party) on the backburner, half-buried as he is by a desk overrun with papers and boxes of "holly" collecting in a corner of his study. In fact, he's practically forgotten all about it until Frederic is telling him he has an important guest and an alarmed Asbel's heart leaps into his throat. He doesn't have a meeting scheduled again until the middle of next week. Who could possibly be calling for him now?]

--Oh.

[He takes one look at the hopeless cause spread in front of him and thinks, maybe, they won't notice?]

[Yeah right.]

Of course, um. Come in?

Edited 2018-12-16 00:03 (UTC)

[What greets Asbel when the door opens is not so much a person as it is a pile of fabric, weighed down by a cloak that is far heavier and more concealing than the weather strictly calls for. Were it not for Frederic's assurances that this was "an important guest," this would no doubt be suspicious indeed, though Asbel's heart may well remain in his throat as this mysterious stranger shuffles in and takes great pains to close the door behind them as if wanting to ensure they won't be disturbed.

... all right, perhaps that's more than a bit suspicious, though surely Frederic wouldn't have allowed just anyone in to have an unscheduled audience with the Lord of Lhant... right?

It isn't until the door clicks back into place and signals its closure that the cloaked figure turns around to face Asbel; though the hood is drawn down low enough to conceal the majority of this person's face, the smile on what little can be seen is impossible to miss. The warm chuckle that issues from that mouth as the visitor lifts their hands to pull back the hood (hands clad in very familiar gloves, no less) is unmistakable-- there's only one person who laughs like that...]

Don't tell me you greet all of your guests that way, Asbel.

[And there's only one person who would tease Asbel like that right out of the gate.]

Although I must say, it does make me feel a bit special...

[Hood now off, Richard steps forward with a smile still on his face. At least now the cloak makes sense-- there would be no end of gossip if the King of Windor simply showed up in Lhant without any of his customary entourage. Of course, once Sophie finds out, any attempts at secrecy will likely go out the window...]

[Suspicious and just a little concerning, yeah. This has got to be one of the strangest things Asbel's seen all week, right up there with someone who got their trousers stuck up an apple tree and the cow they found in one of the fountains out front. But Asbel has learned not to say such things out loud or comment on his guests' weird habits. Anything less and he could be responsible for country-wide or even countries-wide turmoil. At least this person seems to be in a good mood?]

[Of course, all of these thoughts are for nothing because soon enough his "important guest" is laughing and pushing back his hood and -- yeah, his heart's still in his throat, and Asbel looks just as surprised as he did five seconds ago.]

Richard! What are you doing here?

[His mind leaps to imagining all sorts of trouble, but Richard doesn't seem like he's in any danger? He manages an embarrassed grin, rubbing the back of his head.]

You should have told me you were coming. Sophie and I could have met you at the port.

Edited 2018-12-17 04:16 (UTC)

[Richard has to bite back another, decidedly less kingly laugh at the expression on Asbel's face as he removes his hood. It's rather endearing to see that there are some things about Asbel that don't seem like they'll ever change, regardless of his age or position. For a moment he debates making another little joking comment about it, but ends up deciding against it if only because his friend seems flustered enough as it is.]

Don't tell me you've already forgotten all about that letter you sent me. Or has Sophie become that skilled at mimicking your handwriting?

[Not that he would put it past her, but. He's fairly certain this is a simple case of Asbel being Asbel... in other words, a bit absent-minded. Which is likely for the best, as having them meet him at the port would have attracted far more attention and potentially blown his cover. It had been difficult enough to get here without anyone realizing who he was, after all.]

[If Sophie could copy his signature, he's sure they'd get through all this paperwork much faster. Not that he'd actually make her do that or anything.]

Of course I haven't forgotten about it. But what does that have to do with anything?

[Flustered, yeah... because he's obviously missed something important here, hasn't he? But what? It seems so weird to be the one sitting behind a desk when it's Richard he's talking to, so Asbel shuffles some of the papers aside to make room as he wracks his brain for the answer. Back to all the letters he's sent and what he must've written about last.]

The cryas mine tax, right? No wait, it was about Sophie's flowers. And the party...? [That has to be it! He frowns up at his friend, still clearly confused.] But the holidays aren't for another...

[Well, crap! If it's this late in the month, that can only mean--! Asbel's mouth is definitely hanging open at this point -- a fish out of water, or someone...at a complete and total loss of what to do. The party. The party!]

...it's this weekend isn't it?

The Mistletoe Meme

Asbel Lhant | Tales of Graces | OTA

Richard | Tales of Graces | ota

Anna | Frozen | ota

Saigusa Haruka|Little Busters!

Kawasumi Mai | Kanon

Marie Cooper | Hexapath Travellers (OC)

Chelsea Moore | Coyote Ragtime Show

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