merry merry christmas, and I want you to know

[mansionstaff]

Who: YOU
What: KISSLETOES
When: December 14th - January 1st
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Sloppy makeouts.

SUDDENLY, AND WITHOUT WARNING...



The entire school has become covered in mistletoe overnight. It grows out of the walls! The ceilings! Everywhere you least expect it? HOW CAN THIS BE??

It's probably best not to think about it. Attempts to uproot the plants or burn them away only makes the plants grow back faster. For the time being, it seems the school must live with it.

[OOC INSTRUCTIONS:
+ Post dudes, get kisses!
+ Some (NOT ALL) plants are cursed. If you manage to step under a cursed plant, you will exchange a memory when or if you exchange a kiss. The memories will be first-person and very vivid, and characters will feel like they are experiencing the memory in real time, though in reality the transfer is instantaneous. Memories can be as short, long, happy, sad, or traumatic as you like.
+ If you'd like to participate, we highly suggest making a list of a few memories (with accompanying links/descriptions) that are up for grabs, and linking or posting the list in your top-level comment. Memory exchange is COMPLETELY OPTIONAL. When in doubt, OOC communication!
+ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG YOUR CHARACTERS
+ That's it, we love you.]

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[rivalappeared]

There was some of that prickly exterior that Green was used to, though the familiar tone didn't bring Green any joy. He wrinkled his nose in annoyance, shrugging.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright."

And so, yet again, Green leaned in to kiss Vinnie on the cheek.

kill me

[flowerofmtsilver]

As ever, when Green's lips made contact, a rush of memories flowed into his mind.

They both stir at first light, still tangled in each other's embrace. Bulba's head rests on his chest and his arms cling to him like vine on a tree - yet somehow he's still managed to amass all the blankets on the bed around himself. As usual. The mild chill of early morning kisses Vinnie's body, but he already has all the warmth he needs.

Both of them, skin against skin, still soaked in each other's scent from the night before. The lingering ghost of sweat and sensation, the taste of each other, glows in Vinnie's mind. A sight only he could see, and golden eyes that saw only him - tender, careful, his name spilling from those lips over and over. No one's ever made him feel like that before. He already misses it, and the first tug of spring only makes that longing more pronounced.

Bulba nuzzles his chest and peers up at him, gratitude in the face as he says, "Good morning." Bittersweet, but the smile is more sweet than bitter. Lovingly, Vinnie strokes his ear and leans forward to return the greeting with a kiss. Mornin'. The blond melts against him, defenseless against the dual assault. A giggle in his throat, involuntary but genuine, even against the slow tide of sorrow.

Eventually, one of them had to be responsible and acknowledge the fact that Vinnie had to take a shower and catch a train, far away from here. Away from this, from running his fingers through soft hair and letting himself feel like he belonged to someone.

(You're my sun, after all.)

He doesn't want to leave. He wants to stay like this as long as possible, even if it is only stolen time. Memorize every detail, hold the moment tightly and store it away, where it could keep him warm even when he was all alone. A steadfast fire that would burn as long as one thing held true: Bulba had picked him.

For now, every touch was precious and every kiss echoed, I'll miss you. I'll miss you.
Don't forget this feeling. Don't forget him.

Don't forget like Kirby forgot him, or like Red forgot the hurt.

I'll miss you.

[rivalappeared]

Green flushed in embarrassment and confusion at the experience of Vinnie's memory--he most definitely, completely was not supposed to see that. Oh crap, that was way too private and weird and he was just thinking about how he was going to face Bulba when suddenly his own memory was transmitted back.

Nervous eyes darted around the back room. God, one minute he had been shopping, the next....

Something about a Hypno, right? That sounded like it could be right. He jostled his arms, the other man serving as dead weight behind him, heavy but warm. He and Vinnie were tied together, Vinnie was still unconscious. That was the situation.

How much fan fiction was he supposed to pay attention to? Would a keener eye have prevented this from happening? Somehow, he doubted anything would have prevented this from happening.

Okay, his thoughts were already getting less and less rational. Just calm down your breathing and--

"VINNIE," he whispered harshly, trying to give another shove to the unconscious man. Nothing. Ohhhhkay.

Shit. Shit. Okay, something sharp. Move the chairs. He had to get out of here. He had to get Vinnie out of here. Red would never forgive him. Maybe even Bulba. A victim of Green's own braggart nature. No, no no. He started to edge towards a table, but his attempts were interrupted by familiar music. His blood ran cold. No, not again--

[flowerofmtsilver]

The instant Vinnie had his senses back, he staggered backwards with a startled yelp, like he'd just been electrified (again). "Gahh!" He'd practically buried the memory of that incident up until now - thanks to the mistletoe, he could now remember it in the third person(?) Great.

Oh god, his eyes were as wide as they could possibly go and his face was bright red in a mixture of horror and embarrassment. Some of Green's fear from his memory still lingered, but even if it hadn't, the Venusaur was quite sure his own sense of panic would've sufficed. Shit shit shit shit shit. He was well beyond flustered and deep into the realm of abject horror now.

If someone struck him dead right now, it would've been a mercy.

Resembling a deer in headlights, Vinnie could only stammer, "Th-that... uh, that was..."

[rivalappeared]

Green's shoulders were drawn up, not moving backwards like Vinnie, but not making any move to be closer to him. Unpleasant memories of their shared kidnapping aside, he managed to be more uncomfortable about the other thing...

"That was..." What would he even say here? Never thought I'd have to experience a memory of Vinnie sleeping with someone I hatched from an egg?

"That was... I'm..." He knew what he had to say. Say it for Bulba's sake.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have seen that."