smash_logs | merry merry christmas, and I want you to know

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

SUDDENLY, AND WITHOUT WARNING...

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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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She wasn't sure how to interpret his response or his explanation. The mistletoe was something she'd been up against before. Just the year prior, she and Connor were exchanging adoring looks between one another. Just the year before, they'd discussed what the very definition of mistletoe was. A plant for lovers and infatuations. It really was as simple as that.

This felt entirely different. Was... was there even mistletoe above them? Eirika hadn't checked. She'd not even considered it when Connor leaned in. Had he done it intentionally? It was the case of too many questions and not enough answers. Complicated enough that she didn't know where to even begin. What a pain.

Connor's words entered one ear and didn't quite leave. If anything, they remained and echoed with promise. A promise of what? Demise? Further complication? Nothing had ever really been easy between them. Why not throw in concepts of fathers and sons at war with one another? Why not toss in a side of best friend slash jealous lover consumed by dark magic? It was a headache, to say the least.

Frowning, Eirika looked aside with thought, "Hm... I... What is it that we experienced?"

Connor couldn't answer that, not really. Was it the shock? Of the experience itself or what he saw?

He couldn't answer that.

Nevermind the small mistletoe hanging on the top of the tree, the one small plant that rued the day and ultimately changed things. To what end, Connor couldn't guess.

"I cannot say," Connor mused, and then he was finally able to force out an explanation and a question, in hopes it got them anywhere.

"I saw a man named Lyon, I saw you and your brother," he began. "Lyon was not himself, and he threatened you both. Or the man who pretended to by Lyon before you."

Long pause, he had no idea how to follow that up. In case he really saw a memory and got a detail wrong. He didn't want to offensively fill in blanks, it was all things he couldn't understand.

"...What did you see?"

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"Nothing good."

It was too short and succinct for Eirika to properly reign in her words and offer something more substantial in his direction. As she rubbed the bridge of her nose with some consideration, trying to think less of Lyon and more of Connor's plight, she cleared her throat and decided to try once more. No, she didn't understand what had happened or why. No, she wasn't comfortable with it. And yet there was very little she could do to have changed it. What happened, happened.

Lowering her hand, she eyed Connor a bit closer. Scrutinised, almost, as if she was trying to read what exactly was going through his mind. She couldn't, obviously. "Hm. Your father and you. You trying to salvage your relationship. Him not having it. And him dying. Your last conversation with him, I assume."

Looking aside, she thought for some moments. "You loved him. I don't think he loved you." And she didn't know how she felt in that moment. Not about Haytham. Not about Haytham's relationship with his son. Not about any of that.

All of what she said was a nail in his coffin, so to speak. It felt that way emotionally. Everything felt worse until her final two sentences.

You loved him. I don't think he loved you.

That caused him to stop completely. Did he love Haytham? He knew he had loads of hesitations to kill him, was that love? Could he call their twisted relationship love?

Maybe, maybe not. He loved his mother, he loved Kanen'tó:kon, and he loved Achilles (despite them fighting all the time). Achilles was his father, Achilles oversaw him growing up as a man and as an Assassin. Haytham did not. Haytham said he was proud of him, and then soon after he found his journal. He felt like he did misjudge him, and he was ashamed of that.

Then he saw him again at the school, and Connor refused to recall his feelings on that.

"I never knew him," he simply said. "I cannot claim to have that kind of relationship, even if we were father and son."

It felt empty to say that, but it was all he felt he had the right to say. Then he felt that they were talking to much about him.

"But you knew Lyon. He is important to you."

Eirika nodded, finding it once more unfair that Connor had lost both of his parents, even if with one of them it was not a storybook kind of relationship. She had lost hers as well, but she'd loved both of hers and they'd loved her in return. It was, in some ways similar, but not... entirely so. And truth be told, she felt worse for him. He was the one who hadn't had a father.

Or maybe they were more alike than she'd thought. She couldn't remember much of her mother, after all, and she blamed that on young years and only the strictest definition of death.

"I see," she began quietly. When he mentioned Lyon, her weight between her feet shifted, somewhat uncomfortable with diving into the subject. "Lyon is my best friend. Was. He, Ephraim, and I were always together. Of course he's important to me." He was important to Ephraim, too. Eirika was certain she'd implied several times before that Lyon wasn't just some random man. He was a great deal part of her life, her history, and quite possibly her future.

Well, undoubtedly a part of her future. The Grado Empire had great need to flourish and she'd truly believed that under Lyon's soft heart it would be able to. Or so she'd thought before she learned of the Demon King.

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