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.]

Comments

this is painful for srs

[mohawk_tomahawk]

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."

for srs

[heartofarapier]

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.