MISTLETOE MEME

[comeasyouare]

MISTLETOE MEME

YOU KNOW WHAT THE DANG THING IS

Christmastime is in the air! So much so, that it seems you've come across some mistletoe... and can't seem to pull yourself away. Worse still, someone else is there with you. There's only one way to break the enchantment...

1. Post a top level!
2. Tag out!
3. ???
4. Profit?

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!

Comments

[godofthemachine]

[AM was prepared for the other to attack, so at first he immediately leans backward, attempting to dodge whatever it is he may do.

But in that instant, it's clear that he's not looking to attack. He just wants to leave. Good. AM has succeeded. He lets their mouths meet, and AM grabs even harder, moving a hand up to Mello's hair to weave his fingers in and let their kiss linger.

Actions, indeed, speak louder than words.]

[thischaos]

[Jumpy, yeah?]

[The kiss comes with a grimace at the added contact — really, what else did Mello expect — but if it's a struggle AM is after, he won't find one here. No, Mello's already pegged him in that respect. He would thrive on that more than anything, and the vampire simply isn't going to give it to him.]

[Still, he brings a hand up to tug at the other's, nipping hard and sharp for effect. Don't touch his hair; he really doesn't like that.]

[godofthemachine]

[There is no struggle from the other. AM isn't sure if he was expecting one, but is vaguely disappointed when none happens. Fine then; he'll just have to push the boundary until it does come.

He muffles a laugh against Mello's mouth when the hand grabs at his. Good. He went too far. Even if claws scrape against his skin and he jerks his hand back, it's clear he's amused. Once more his hand attempts to grab at the hair with much more fervor.]

[thischaos]

[To which Mello whips his head aside, attempting to avoid what will inevitably lead to something he didn't come here for. They've kissed; the hex is obsolete. Whether or not this becomes something worse depends entirely on how far AM decides to push.]

You're done.

[Seething, and the red that flashes at the edges of his irises says more than words are capable of. The vampire has to admit to himself that this has a chance of not ending in his favor; his strength is half of what it was as a Manticore, and leagues less than any demon possesses. AM can possibly burn him to a crisp, he thinks, and so he'll hold back until it becomes impossible to do anything but.]

[godofthemachine]

[It was risky to continue kissing like that, despite the very clear threat. But the risk has paid off; Mello was bluffing completely. All bark and no bite.

AM bursts into laughter, then, when he's rebuffed.]

If you didn't want that, you should have said so.

[He waves a hand dismissively, finding he's finally able to step back. No longer locked in place.]

[thischaos]

[Blatant mocking and dismissal, then. It's almost like AM knows exactly how to get under Mello's skin, despite any facade he presents.]

Think I was pretty fucking clear.

[Because he was never one to keep his mouth shut. There's a moment of hesitance — two — and no, Mello was never more bark than bite. He's recklessly gone after people with the ability to kill him with nothing more than his face and a pen. But the release of the mistletoe's hold was his goal, and he's reached it, so.]

Consider yourself lucky that I'm not what I was a few months ago, [he throws behind him as he moves to walk away from the distasteful encounter. As a manticore, heat wouldn't have fazed him, and his haphazard need to dominate everything in his path would have overcome any strength differences.]

[godofthemachine]

[What a stupid little boy. Typical human, giving a threat, puffing himself up to appear big, only to completely fail.

AM laughs again as he turns around, waving him off.]

Oh, I'll keep that in mind.

[Another laugh as he walks off.]