it's fucking decembo

[siberia]

you know what to do. whether it's magic compulsion (feat. magical attraction or not), that you're trapped until you kiss, or just tradition and social pressure, you've been caught under the mistletoe and that means you have to kiss.

platonic is ok too. feel free to leave your own comment or reply to one of mine with a blank if you want me to write a starter!

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[laeradr]

Aren't the dark and the cold good reasons to have a party? The human spirit can be quite frail, and sometimes levity is necessary for keeping one's head up during the long winter months.

[ That said, he gives a small hum, reaching out to touch a hand against a nearby string of lights. The glass feels smooth to the touch but cold, flecked with snow. ]

I'm afraid I'm actually unaccustomed to these lights -- nothing like them exists in my homeland. But some of the other decorations are more familiar. For example --

[ Snow crunches underfoot when he takes a half-step closer, turning so he can direct Cinnabar's gaze towards a nearby cluster of decorations. ]

Holly, with its prickly leaves, is thought to ward off evil spirits. Similarly, these trees, evergreens. Because they remain enduring and healthy throughout the winter, they're considered symbols of health and renewal and are often hung indoors. Some also believe their strength encourages the sun's return in the spring. [ A pause before he gives a soft laugh. ] It's a rather silly superstition, I suppose. But it's good to have hope during cold and dreary winters.

rises from the goop and grabs miru's ankles

[globs]

Hmm.

[ they don't offer more of a comment than that. If the gems tried to have a party during the winter, Cinnabar suspects they'd just fall asleep halfway through setting it up. It's not something they usually have the luxury to even consider, with the Lunarian attacks, but maybe now...

No, it doesn't matter. They're not home. With a soft shake of their head, they look back to Vangeance, then the decorations he's pointing at. Perhaps surprisingly, the topic seems to actually hold some interest to them - the hard dismissive line of their brow relaxes slightly, giving way to curiosity. ]

So this plant is called holly. [ the evergreen trees, they know, but not that one. ] Superstitions are all silly.

[ another pause. ]

... But I understand admiring its strength. A plant like that.