open rp } { mistletoe shenanigans!

[iluvroadrunner6]

1. Comment with your character, to this post.
2. Specify which of MINE you want, or I will surprise you.
3. We will have a thread of holiday kiss shenanigans. Mistletoe may or may not be actually involved.

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[prosecutorial]

[Her face goes sympathetic for a moment, before resting a hand on his shoulder gently.]

You should tell people these things, you know. I would have gotten you out here sooner.

[valuedstrength]

[He shakes his head dismissively.] You're talking to a guy who lived in a broken body for over twenty years. That was nothing compared to scarlet fever.

[Steve tacks on more honestly after a beat,] I thought maybe you needed this. You must have gone to that party every year. I don't mind taking a hit if it helps you, Laurel. You're my friend.

[prosecutorial]

[Her head tips to the side because sometimes she forgets the time Steve lived through. It's still hard to contextualize that sweet guy she met in a bar in the same breath as Captain America and everything he's been through. Probably because Steve doesn't carry himself the same way as the self-perceived "great men" she's known.

Probably because he doesn't see himself that way, even if the rest of the world does.]

This is not like the Queen party, for the record. Moira had a lot more ... class? I guess?

[valuedstrength]

[Steve smiles with the side of his mouth because it is amusing. All his martyrdom amounted to Laurel not even getting a similar experience to the original. It serves him right for not being honest or at least that is what he thinks Peggy will say when he inevitably shares this with her.] Yeah, I should have expected that. She actually looks like a queen.

[prosecutorial]

[she smiles a bit at that.]

She can be aloof like one too. But she's ... her heart's in the right place, if nothing else.

[She's just ... a slightly more ruthless mother than most.]

[valuedstrength]

[He nods in agreement. His mom was the kindest person alive, but he knew there was a side of her that would do just about anything to keep the two of them afloat. He can't judge Moira for it anymore than he could his own mother.]

Figured it had to be with a girl like Thea.

[prosecutorial]

[She smiles a bit at that.]

I think if you told Thea she was anything like her mom, she'd laugh in you face.

[valuedstrength]

[He raises a brow and asks teasingly,] Even if I told her she had a regal presence?

[prosecutorial]

[She laughs.]

Okay, she might accept that, if it means you're calling her a princess. I can't really see her turning down a chance to be royalty.

[valuedstrength]

[He grins boyishly.] Well she's definitely a princess to me. Maybe I ought to get her one of those crowns for Christmas.

[To go with the gifts he no doubt begged for Laurel to help him pick out.]

[prosecutorial]

If you did, you would make a twelve year-old's Christmas by far, and she may just love you forever.

[So basically, Steve, you should do it and give Thea nice things.]

[valuedstrength]

I mean you had me at making Christmas. Consider it done. [He smiles brightly, enjoying the thought of being able to make her happy considering how much light Thea and Laurel had brought into his life already when he makes the mistake of looking up. Welp.... that's definitely what he thinks it is. He can't believe they managed to hang mistletoe out here.]

Don't look up, Laurel. [He realizes that's the dumbest thing he could have said only after it slips out.]

[prosecutorial]

[Yep, that's pretty much the dumbest thing, because she will immediately do just that, and ... blush a bit at the implications of the above.]

You're right, I shouldn't have looked.

[valuedstrength]

We don't have to. It wouldn't be right to give into pressure. [He insists because he knows he kind of wants to. What's he supposed to do with that?]

[prosecutorial]

[She's hesitant to admit that she kind of wants to too. It's a complicated thing, these feelings that have been growing, but she also knows that eventually she's going to have to move on.

Steve at least feels like a step in the right direction.]

I don't know. I think refusing to kiss under the mistletoe is bad luck.

[She looks back at him, her face indicating that there really is no pressure here if he doesn't want to.]

I think we've both had enough of that, don't you?

[valuedstrength]

[It's that lack of pressure that gets him to relax a little. They both want to do this. What can it hurt? They're friends no matter what. Steve smiles, playing along with her.] I'd say so.

[He leans forward and does his best to ignore the voice in his head reminding him he's never initiated a kiss before. His eyes flutter shut as he leans in the rest of the way for their kiss, soft and unassuming.]

[prosecutorial]

[It's been a while since she's been kissed - and it's especially been a while since she's been kissed like this. There's something about it that just makes her want to sink into it, so she's going to go for it, her arms coming up and winding around his neck as she pulls him closer.]