open rp } { mistletoe meme!

[iluvroadrunner6]

1. Comment to this post with one of my muses (not listed: Barry Allen, Laurel Lance) in the subject line or "surprise me."
2. I will start a thread of the two of them getting caught under the mistletoe.
3. It doesn't have to be magical mistletoe - I will probably just have it be regular mistletoe. I just want overly indulgent shippy stuff.
4. Enjoy!

Comments

[aworldonfire]

That's definitely something.

[for as dismissive as that might sound, he's honestly impressed -- and maybe a little guilty, though he thinks he hides that part well enough. yeah, he likes beating the shit out of scumbags. it's not that -- well. it's complicated]

[prosecutorial]

[Laurel also likes beating the shit out of scumbags. She's not about to judge, if they ever get that far.]

Yes, it is. Too bad not all metahumans are like him.

[aworldonfire]

Metahumans? Is that what you call them here?

[casually changing the subject so he doesn't have to think about the morality of what he's doing (again) for the win?]

[prosecutorial]

[She nods in agreement.]

That's the name STAR Labs gave them. Which, since they created them, we're going to follow their lead.

[aworldonfire]

So, would you consider someone with superpowers not created by STAR Labs a metahuman? [please say no. he's not sure he likes that term. he's just a guy who can hear really well]

[prosecutorial]

[She gives a small shrug.]

I don't know. I guess it depends on if they have their own names for themselves already.

[aworldonfire]

[Matt looks thoughtful for a moment before ultimately shrugging himself. he doesn't have a name for what he can do beyond gifts, but -- he'll take it]

Fair enough.

[prosecutorial]

[She nods once before swallowing with a small smile.]

Anyway. I should let you continue mingling.

[And as she glances up again and see the mistletoe, she'll pause, considering, before leaning forward an giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.]

Merry Christmas, counselor.

[aworldonfire]

[he hums, shifting a little on his feet as he plans on resettling where he is (best way for a blind guy to mingle is for people to come to him). he stops when she leans to kiss him on the cheek, however, lets out a breath, undeniably delighted, and turns his head to return the favor]

[he's smiling when she pulls away, and warmly, honestly, he answers:] Merry Christmas.

[that said, he'll let her go]