Kiss Meme

[soundsurfing]

KISSING MEME

happy valentines day heart emoji heart emoji

Whether someone poisoned the water supply with love potion number 9 or there's something in the fog that induces it, love is in the air. Along with a need to show your affection to those around you. Whether it be a kiss on the hand, a kiss on the cheek or forehead, lip locking, kisses that leave you both breathless or kisses that leave you both wanting to punch the other. It doesn't matter. You need to plant your lips on someone else. So pucker up and get in there, Champ! (Hugs are acceptable form of currency, as well).

1: comment with your character and preferences.
(platonic kisses only, etc).
2: you're kissing.
3: reply to others.
4: live, laugh, kiss kiss fall in love.

Comments

[deadbydawn]

[His instinct to flinch has completely vanished as a result of his intangibility, so he doesn't even move to avoid it. Oh, it is weird to have someone move to hit him and not immediately pass through his body.]

Hey, how was I supposed to know what you were gettin' at? You were the one who was being vague as hell with your...your stupid propositions.

[Still...he takes a moment to study Peter. It's hard to make out features when the person in question has been reduced to nothing more than a smear of shadow, but he can remember what the priest used to look like.]

I mean...you're, like, way older than anyone I'd seriously date. And I think half of what turns me off has gotta be the fact that you always hold yourself like you've got at least three sticks up your ass at any given time. [He taps a finger against his chin.] I guess I could get behind the glasses and the hair. I mean, I used to date a girl named Linda--different girl than my previous girlfriend also named Linda--and she had a similar hairstyle.

[This probably isn't the direction Peter thought the conversation would go. A smirk spreads across his face as Ash puts a hand on Peter's shoulder.]

I guess I could make an exception for you. I mean, like you said, it'd be a waste not to, right?

[He says it out loud, as if to convince himself of this, as well.]

[mirabiledictu]

—That's how many Lindas?

[Not the point, but he files it away in the back of his mind for later. As Ash talks, he visibly deflates, slouching back down out of his indignant annoyance.]

Whatever. Yeah, yeah, I get it: I'm old and decrepit and unpleasant to spend time with and nobody likes me. And I'm feminine.

[Peter really doesn't care, and it would be weirder if Ash had said anything other than this, but he could sugarcoat things just a little bit.]

Can I at least get a hug?

[deadbydawn]

Hey, don't be too hard on yourself--nobody's perfect. You just gotta find the girl that's willing to overlook whatever problems you got goin' on, and you're set. [A pause.] Or, uh, guy, I guess.

[He doesn't answer the question about the Lindas. Instead, he just grins, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly.]

Sure, bud. Bring it in.

[He pulls the other shade into a hug--not squeezing too tightly, of course, as not to make it awkward. And of course, he's gotta deploy the bro back-pats to keep it real. Pat. Pat. Pat. His intention was just going to pull away almost immediately, but there's something about the novelty of actually being able to hug someone and not have to second-guess yourself that suddenly overwhelms him. When was the last time he had--or gave--a genuine hug? Without possessing someone, for that matter? At least over a year, for sure.

Oh, God. It occurs to Ash how pathetic it is to be this touched starved that a simple hug can make him freeze in place. His form statics slightly. He tries to find something to break the silence.]

Y'know, if you're still really desperate, the offer of sex still stands.

[Christ.]

[mirabiledictu]

[It's nice. Nicer than he expected, mostly because Ash waits a little while before making things really fucking weird, but also because he really did miss this kind of thing, even before he became an intangible creature of shadow and vengeance. He rests his chin on Ash's head. It's nice.

You know, until Ash starts talking again.]

No. N-no, absolutely not.

[Peter makes a vague noise of distant discontent, before amending his thought.]

I mean, I appreciate it. I think? I don't know. I guess it's pretty nice of you, so that's something. I just, uh—I'm just not...I don't swing that way. Sorry? Are you really desperate?

[deadbydawn]

[It's Ash's turn to be vaguely uncomfortable.]

Pshh, no, I'm not desperate. [He says, a little too quickly. He immediately pulls away from the hug, as if touching another person for too long might reveal yet another sad inner part of his psyche.] Ash Williams has game. I can get whatever the hell I want, whenever I want it--sex, drinking, doin' drugs, hell, even hugging people--so long as I find someone to possess. I'm makin' it work!

[But even as he says it, there's a forced enthusiasm in his voice and a noted sense of uncertainty. He jabs a finger towards Peter.]

You ask me, I think you're the one who's desperate. Don't go projecting your problems onto me, dude.

[As if Ash wasn't the one to bring this up in the first place.]

[mirabiledictu]

[Peter raises his eyebrows, pleasantly but pointedly. He's not even going to address that directly.]

Look, it's alright if you're lonely. I feel like that's the normal thing for something like this—possessing people is all well and...well, it's not well and good, but it gets the job done. That's it, though. I think maybe you want genuine human connection. [He pauses.] Uh, you know what I mean.

[Peter points right back at Ash, frowning sternly.]

You're being very defensive about this.

[deadbydawn]

I'm not being defensive! [Ash says, defensively.] And I'm not lonely. I'm fine. I've got friends. I'm an adult, and I know how to take care of myself, alright?

[He crosses his arms, glowering right back at Peter. As much as he tries to maintain a prickly expression, his face wavers. The edges of form separate and warp into static-filled red/cyan channels, just as unsteady as the conviction in his words.

There's a brief pause. He looks away from Peter, rubbing the back of his neck. With some reluctance, he mutters:]

But I wouldn't...mind another hug, I guess.

[mirabiledictu]

[Peter nods along to all of it, obliging. God, Ash is so...much the way that he is. He's truly lost for words about it, but at least he can find it funny. He wants to believe it's put-upon, but deep down, Peter knows Ash is purely himself.]

Yeah, no, of course. You're a grown man who knows how to operate a microwave and understands the consequences of his actions. Tons of friends. Just swimming in them. Sorry for doubting you.

[Still, he can't be that mean about things. (Well, he can, but that's besides the point.) Peter pulls Ash in for another hug, doing his best to make it aggressively, intentionally inescapable and embarrassing.]

Thanks for asking!

[deadbydawn]

[Ash squirms slightly as Peter traps him in the hug. The ribs that Ash thought were intangible ache from being squeezed. He's torn between wanting to lean into it and being mortified at being pitied by this nerd--or at least, what he perceives to be pity.

It's a nice hug, nevertheless. He eventually stops wriggling and accepts it, letting out a huff and giving Peter another awkward pat on the back.]

Thanks.

[He mutters under his breath, looking down at the ground. Ash clears his throat.]

You tell anyone else about this, and I'll haunt your ass forever.

[Which is very much a non-threat, coming from Ash Williams.]

[mirabiledictu]

Never say I look like your ex-girlfriend ever again and you have a deal.

[Peter releases Ash after a few more seconds of excruciation. If nothing else, he seems to be in a better mood—and there really might be nothing else. It's nice to not have to worry about any of the many, many things there are to worry about in his (un)life.]

Not that I would anyways, though I don't think anyone would care all that much.

[He reaches out to muss Ash's hair, nearly paternal.]

[deadbydawn]

[Ash reacts too slowly to avoid Peter's hand, and the priest is able to get in a few tousles before Ash moves away, rolling his eyes.]

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

[Despite himself, he seems to be smiling.]