open } { mistletoe meme

[iluvroadrunner6]

1. Pick one of your characters.
2. Pick one of my characters (or have me surprise you).
3. There's mistletoe! It can be magical or traditional, but ideally the thread will end in Christmas smooches.
4. Profit.

Comments

[gambled_ourmistakes]

Well, then best we stay off their radar.

[The rooms are under one of his aliases, so it might take time for them to connect it to him.]

Perhaps when the blizzard passes we should get out of the country for a while.

[shreds]

( The very best. )

Paris.

( Or somewhere. But she likes Paris. )

Remind me what aliases we're using here?

[gambled_ourmistakes]

[He pauses, reaching for his phone and pulling up the booking.]

I think we went with the Bentons. Or at least, this room was paid for by Lawrence Benton, Generous man that he is.

[shreds]

What generosity.

( She'd thank him if she cared.

Katherine raids one of the tables for any provided liquor, picking something Lawrence can be particularly generous with. She pours her boyfriend a glass and offers it to Damian. She takes her own swig from the bottle. )

Nice and warm, just how we like it.

[gambled_ourmistakes]

[Damian takes the glass before knocking it back, leaning back and stretching out so he can stare up at the ceiling.]

I don't know if we've ever talked about this but do you do any of the winter holidays?

[He's not going to assume Christmas is her thing, but it's worth asking.]

[shreds]

I don't hate the Christmas season. There's something ... infectious about it. But, a girl doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving on the run and alone.

( In Willoughby she had friends and that was - maybe it was nice. Maybe it was just necessary. She's never opened up about the years she spent along and what it felt like on the run. She was the survivor. )

Are there other winter holidays?

[gambled_ourmistakes]

Hannukah. Saturnalia. It can be hard to tell with people who've lived a long time.

[When you predate the Christian understanding of Christmas, things can get messy - not that he thinks Katherine does.]

Just wanted to be prepared in case you intended to go all out.

[shreds]

I like festivity and I like nice things. Would I say no to holiday decoration?

( She won't lead the way, but if she returned one day and found lights or fake snow or something, just might just let herself marvel and enjoy it. It's a part of what drew her to Damian in the first place once things took a turn in their dynamic. He not only taught her her capabilities as a human, but that what she was all those years didn't need to be what she always was. )

What about you? Did you and your family celebrate Saturnalia?

[gambled_ourmistakes]

[He shakes his head.]

We weren't the celebratory type. We acknowledged Christmas only so much as my parents' intent to winter somewhere with skiing.

[shreds]

Do you miss it, your old life?

( She misses Bulgaria. She misses the simplicity and her family. She doesn't miss what comes after. Sometimes, in the late hours of the evening when she can't sleep, she misses one or both Salvatores. But that will go with her to the grave. )

[gambled_ourmistakes]

Nothing really there to miss.

[His parents were mostly in name only, his mentor is dead. Katherine is likely the closest thing he has at this point to family, which would probably be considered sad by some, but he enjoys her company.]

I prefer to keep my eye on the future anyway.

[shreds]

Me too.

( She always has. She turns her attention to a welcome box all guests get and she cants her head as she raises hooked mistletoe to her eyeline. )

Free robes and free mistletoe. Do you think they charge extra if we don't hang it up? Or extra if we do?

[gambled_ourmistakes]

I think this place deals with too many people with money to be keeping track of minor charges.

[He shifts closer, leaning in with a bit of a smirk.]

Do you want to hang it up?

[shreds]

We never needed it before. But, if you think you need incentive, I won't say no. It's -- a quaint tradition. And I like any tradition that leads to sex.

( Which he can't be surprised by. )

[gambled_ourmistakes]

[He absolutely is not.]

I wouldn't call it incentive so much as opportunity.

[He shifts over to pick up the sprig, before rolling back and positioning him temptingly on the bed, with his arm over his head.]

After all, 'tis the season.

[shreds]

Indeed.

( And we will fade to black as they fade into romantic ski resort obscurity. )