Post by Rosie on Dec 5, 2011 9:49:29 GMT 10
To: Pandora
Message: Oooooh, there’s more! I hope this tickles your fancy
From: your still secret snowflake
Title: Four Calling Birds...or, Wherein There Is Mistletoe. And Closets.
Rating: PG-13
Wishlist Item: #1 - Evin!
Summary:It’s Midwinter in Corus and Evin will have his revenge for the hair-trick. Part four of “The Twelve Days of Mischief...or, It Came Upon a Midwinter Weird”.
Warning: ...Mistletoe.
Four Calling Birds...or, Wherein There Is Mistletoe. And Closets.
“My arms are tired, Larse. Remind me again why I let you get me into these things?”
“Because we have just suffered a most grievous injustice at the hands of the Own, darling. Hold still, just one moment longer.”
“I don’t know if I can last much longer!”
“Hush! Al—most---there!”
Evin dropped to the floor with a thud, barely scrambling out of the way before Miri tumbled down beside him. Before she could tell him off, Evin hushed her and pointed. “Look, look. Now they are absolutely and positively trapped.”
With raised eyebrows, Miri looked down the hallway. Every doorway was festively and unmistakably adorned with garlands of mistletoe. “Er, Evin, not everyone runs and hides at the thought of being kissed the way that you do,” she mentioned. “The Own probably won’t care that we’ve attacked every doorway even vaguely near the ballroom with mistletoe…in fact, they might even thank us for it later,” she mused.
Evin bopped her gently on the nose. “Ah, but you forget. While we’ve been climbing the rafters and clinging to the ceilings with mistletoe and nails, Padrach has enlisted his very own dear sister to our cause.”
Wrinkling her nose, Miri grimaced. “His sister is hardly a dear; if you ask me, she’s more of a harpy crossed with one of those little yappy dogs—“
“--Ah, but you forget again.” Evin chided her with all the patience of a teacher explaining a lesson to a confused student. “She knows practically all of court, and in addition to talking about how much the Own admires her and her friends, she is also now convinced of one sergeant from Masbolle’s affections…”
Miri gaped, then grinned. “You are a dirty, dirty man.”
“Don’t you want to watch the entertainment?” Evin asked, matching her grin.
“Is that even a question?” Miri retorted, then grabbed his hand. “Let’s go!”
Inside a strategically placed closet, Miri peered through the crack in the door. “What’s all that noise down the hall, by the way?”
It wasn’t quite dark enough that she missed Evin’s grin. “Ah, well…you know how Tarrus’ Gift is largely ineffective?”
Miri frowned. “Doesn’t it mostly just…make a lot of noise?”
Evin winked and nodded. “If anyone tries to pass the mistletoe without kissing…”
“HEY, YOU DOWN THERE!” screeched a high pitched voice almost directly above them, “GIVE ‘ER A SMOOCH! THAT’S RIGHT, A NICE BIG ONE ON THE LIPS!”
“Oh, Mithros,” Miri gasped, face pressed to the crack. “You fight dirty, Larse.”
In the hall, one purple faced Flyndan backed slowly away from an older woman who bore a startling resemblance to Raoul.
“...That’s not...?” Miri whispered, properly horrified.
“Oh, it is,” Evin reassured her, “...who knew his great-aunt Sebila of Disart would be here tonight?”
More screeching quickly diverted Miri’s attention again.
“REAL MEN WOULDN’T RUN FROM A LITTLE TONSIL-TENNIS, BUDDY!”
Emmet of Fenrigh jumped, skittering through the doorway from which the mistletoe verbally abused all within its...well, did it have eyesight? Slowly, he began to back away, but the mistletoe would not be subdued. Its screams chased him down the corridor.
“COME BACK HERE YOU BIG BABY! A KISS WON’T KILL YOU!”
Either this particular mistletoe had gotten the brunt of Tarrus’ spell, or the bush had a mean streak that was normally left unvoiced; nothing escaped its notice all evening. One man, Aiden, squished in a corner, was nearly attacked by a lonely young woman whose attention was rather forceful. Combined with the mistletoe--
“YOU--THE ONE IN THE CORNER! I SEE YOU! SHE’S ALL ALONE, PRACTICALLY BEGGING FOR A KISS!”
--it was rather overbearing.
Miri winced. Aiden, though she couldn’t see him beneath all those lavender flounces, had to be okay, right?
“WHAT IS IT WITH YOU ALL AND WUSSY KISSES? YOU WON’T TURN INTO A FROG!”
Lerant, caught unawares, stopped, shocked, before sprinting away at the first sign of pink silk.
“MAN UP! KISS HER LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” The next man almost dropped his date, mid smooch. She slapped him across the face, to the mistletoe’s amusement, and left him alone with the chortling greenery.
“YOU CALL THAT A KISS? NO WAY, BUDDY, PLANT A WET ONE RIGHT THERE!”
Evin elbowed Miri in the side. Two men of the Own were creeping towards the door, only to be caught by the mistletoe.
“We’re both men, you bollocks piece of shrubbery!”
Dom definitely wasn’t amused, but his cover was ruined.
“Oh, DOMITAN, dearest, why didn’t you TELL me you were leaving, I would have LOVED to go walking through the gardens at night with you!”
“…oh, bloody—“
His comrade bolted, leaving him alone under the mistletoe with Padrach’s sister.
“EH EH EH, DON’T THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITHOUT LAYING A NICE ONE ON THE PRETTY LADY—“
Miri clapped a hand over her mouth in an effort to stifle her laughter. Padrach’s sister had the unfortunate features of a horse, and simpering in yellow satin did not help.
“Listen, sorry, I’m sure you’re a nice young lady and all, but—“
“YOU DON’T LOOOOOOVE ME, MY DARLING?”
“Oh, for the love of—“
“KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER!”
Eventually, Dom must have given in, because the sounds of screaming died away. Hesitantly, Evin poked his head out of the closet. “Coast’s clear,” he murmured, helping Miri to her feet. She dabbed at her tearing eyes, leaning heavily on his arm as she tried to contain herself.
“That was…pretty incredible,” she admitted.
“Due payback for the hair dye?” Evin asked, gently tugging at her hair, which had gone back to its rightful shade of brown-black sometime while she’d slept the night before.
“Oh, absolutely,” she agreed, looking up at his face. “…er, Evin.”
Miri pointed upwards, where a garland of mistletoe hung innocently above their heads.
“Oh, would you look at that,” Evin chuckled quietly. “Well, we should probably do something about that, shouldn’t we?”
Miri, startled, simply nodded before Evin’s lips met her own in a soft kiss.
“THAT’S A PRETTY SAD KISS,” the mistletoe shrieked, “KISS HER AGAIN, FOR REAL!”
Giggling at Evin’s flushed face, Miri wrapped a hand around Evin’s neck and pulled him down for another, longer kiss.
“THERE YOU GO, NOW THAT’S A REAL KISS.”
It wasn’t hard, Miri soon discovered, to ignore even the loudest mistletoe in favor of kissing Evin Larse.
“NOW THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT!”
Message: Oooooh, there’s more! I hope this tickles your fancy
From: your still secret snowflake
Title: Four Calling Birds...or, Wherein There Is Mistletoe. And Closets.
Rating: PG-13
Wishlist Item: #1 - Evin!
Summary:It’s Midwinter in Corus and Evin will have his revenge for the hair-trick. Part four of “The Twelve Days of Mischief...or, It Came Upon a Midwinter Weird”.
Warning: ...Mistletoe.
Four Calling Birds...or, Wherein There Is Mistletoe. And Closets.
“My arms are tired, Larse. Remind me again why I let you get me into these things?”
“Because we have just suffered a most grievous injustice at the hands of the Own, darling. Hold still, just one moment longer.”
“I don’t know if I can last much longer!”
“Hush! Al—most---there!”
Evin dropped to the floor with a thud, barely scrambling out of the way before Miri tumbled down beside him. Before she could tell him off, Evin hushed her and pointed. “Look, look. Now they are absolutely and positively trapped.”
With raised eyebrows, Miri looked down the hallway. Every doorway was festively and unmistakably adorned with garlands of mistletoe. “Er, Evin, not everyone runs and hides at the thought of being kissed the way that you do,” she mentioned. “The Own probably won’t care that we’ve attacked every doorway even vaguely near the ballroom with mistletoe…in fact, they might even thank us for it later,” she mused.
Evin bopped her gently on the nose. “Ah, but you forget. While we’ve been climbing the rafters and clinging to the ceilings with mistletoe and nails, Padrach has enlisted his very own dear sister to our cause.”
Wrinkling her nose, Miri grimaced. “His sister is hardly a dear; if you ask me, she’s more of a harpy crossed with one of those little yappy dogs—“
“--Ah, but you forget again.” Evin chided her with all the patience of a teacher explaining a lesson to a confused student. “She knows practically all of court, and in addition to talking about how much the Own admires her and her friends, she is also now convinced of one sergeant from Masbolle’s affections…”
Miri gaped, then grinned. “You are a dirty, dirty man.”
“Don’t you want to watch the entertainment?” Evin asked, matching her grin.
“Is that even a question?” Miri retorted, then grabbed his hand. “Let’s go!”
Inside a strategically placed closet, Miri peered through the crack in the door. “What’s all that noise down the hall, by the way?”
It wasn’t quite dark enough that she missed Evin’s grin. “Ah, well…you know how Tarrus’ Gift is largely ineffective?”
Miri frowned. “Doesn’t it mostly just…make a lot of noise?”
Evin winked and nodded. “If anyone tries to pass the mistletoe without kissing…”
“HEY, YOU DOWN THERE!” screeched a high pitched voice almost directly above them, “GIVE ‘ER A SMOOCH! THAT’S RIGHT, A NICE BIG ONE ON THE LIPS!”
“Oh, Mithros,” Miri gasped, face pressed to the crack. “You fight dirty, Larse.”
In the hall, one purple faced Flyndan backed slowly away from an older woman who bore a startling resemblance to Raoul.
“...That’s not...?” Miri whispered, properly horrified.
“Oh, it is,” Evin reassured her, “...who knew his great-aunt Sebila of Disart would be here tonight?”
More screeching quickly diverted Miri’s attention again.
“REAL MEN WOULDN’T RUN FROM A LITTLE TONSIL-TENNIS, BUDDY!”
Emmet of Fenrigh jumped, skittering through the doorway from which the mistletoe verbally abused all within its...well, did it have eyesight? Slowly, he began to back away, but the mistletoe would not be subdued. Its screams chased him down the corridor.
“COME BACK HERE YOU BIG BABY! A KISS WON’T KILL YOU!”
Either this particular mistletoe had gotten the brunt of Tarrus’ spell, or the bush had a mean streak that was normally left unvoiced; nothing escaped its notice all evening. One man, Aiden, squished in a corner, was nearly attacked by a lonely young woman whose attention was rather forceful. Combined with the mistletoe--
“YOU--THE ONE IN THE CORNER! I SEE YOU! SHE’S ALL ALONE, PRACTICALLY BEGGING FOR A KISS!”
--it was rather overbearing.
Miri winced. Aiden, though she couldn’t see him beneath all those lavender flounces, had to be okay, right?
“WHAT IS IT WITH YOU ALL AND WUSSY KISSES? YOU WON’T TURN INTO A FROG!”
Lerant, caught unawares, stopped, shocked, before sprinting away at the first sign of pink silk.
“MAN UP! KISS HER LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” The next man almost dropped his date, mid smooch. She slapped him across the face, to the mistletoe’s amusement, and left him alone with the chortling greenery.
“YOU CALL THAT A KISS? NO WAY, BUDDY, PLANT A WET ONE RIGHT THERE!”
Evin elbowed Miri in the side. Two men of the Own were creeping towards the door, only to be caught by the mistletoe.
“We’re both men, you bollocks piece of shrubbery!”
Dom definitely wasn’t amused, but his cover was ruined.
“Oh, DOMITAN, dearest, why didn’t you TELL me you were leaving, I would have LOVED to go walking through the gardens at night with you!”
“…oh, bloody—“
His comrade bolted, leaving him alone under the mistletoe with Padrach’s sister.
“EH EH EH, DON’T THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITHOUT LAYING A NICE ONE ON THE PRETTY LADY—“
Miri clapped a hand over her mouth in an effort to stifle her laughter. Padrach’s sister had the unfortunate features of a horse, and simpering in yellow satin did not help.
“Listen, sorry, I’m sure you’re a nice young lady and all, but—“
“YOU DON’T LOOOOOOVE ME, MY DARLING?”
“Oh, for the love of—“
“KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER!”
Eventually, Dom must have given in, because the sounds of screaming died away. Hesitantly, Evin poked his head out of the closet. “Coast’s clear,” he murmured, helping Miri to her feet. She dabbed at her tearing eyes, leaning heavily on his arm as she tried to contain herself.
“That was…pretty incredible,” she admitted.
“Due payback for the hair dye?” Evin asked, gently tugging at her hair, which had gone back to its rightful shade of brown-black sometime while she’d slept the night before.
“Oh, absolutely,” she agreed, looking up at his face. “…er, Evin.”
Miri pointed upwards, where a garland of mistletoe hung innocently above their heads.
“Oh, would you look at that,” Evin chuckled quietly. “Well, we should probably do something about that, shouldn’t we?”
Miri, startled, simply nodded before Evin’s lips met her own in a soft kiss.
“THAT’S A PRETTY SAD KISS,” the mistletoe shrieked, “KISS HER AGAIN, FOR REAL!”
Giggling at Evin’s flushed face, Miri wrapped a hand around Evin’s neck and pulled him down for another, longer kiss.
“THERE YOU GO, NOW THAT’S A REAL KISS.”
It wasn’t hard, Miri soon discovered, to ignore even the loudest mistletoe in favor of kissing Evin Larse.
“NOW THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT!”