[meme] christmas means k-i-s-s-i-n-g

[scovilles]

mistletoe meme!

hello friends! you've stumbled upon the dc universe's newest crop of hanging mistletoe - with your new favorite person! whether it's magical compulsion, that you're trapped until you kiss, or just tradition and social pressure, you've been caught under the mistletoe and that means you have to kiss.

get ready to pucker up, buttercup!

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[partiers]

[ he nods slowly, less an answer to her question and more as an acknowledgement of her words. there's a small and bitter part inside him that wants to lash out and tell her that she's lucky she got to enjoy travelling, that she's privileged because she didn't have to fight a war, she didn't travel to see people die.

the stars are bright over their heads and her hand is warm inside his. he can't bring himself to be bitter, to hold on to the reasons why he could or even should be. ]

I miss some of it.

[advena]

I'm sorry.

[ the apology feels lazy, a plaster that can't possibly heal the wound she's casually picked at, but it's earnest in its own way. she turns to look at him; in the dim twilight, under the milky light of the moon and the stars, mon-el's skin nearly glows.

carefully, hesitantly, kara leans over to press her lips to his cheek. the touch lingers for a moment, soft and sweet, and she smiles against his skin before pulling away. ]

Thanks for dancing with me, by the way.

[ maybe it's a change of topic. it's not very subtle, but it's an attempt. ]

[partiers]

[ she's earnest and he thinks she means it. it's enough to bleed whatever anger he could have mustered up right out of him again before it has a chance to take hold. he can't be angry at kara; he's not sure he knows how to be. and when she presses her lips to his cheek, the touch lingering, he has to flex his free hand to keep from reaching for her, from pulling her closer. ]

Any time, Princess.