Mistletoe - it's on your head!

[andcontrarywise]

*You're walking along, doing you're business... enjoying the season, or getting decapitated or however you deal with December, and then you have a hat.

It's a lovely, well made top hat that seems to fit perfectly.

The hatband is a wreath of mistletoe.

You're welcome.*

((I was told to make a mistletoe post, okay.))

Comments

[fruitophile]

Death. ♥

[fruitophile]

I came here to kill you. ♥

[andrebirth]

It wouldn't accomplish anything.

[fruitophile]

For you, no. ♥

[andrebirth]

For you, either.

[fruitophile]

Oh, no.

It means a lot to me. ♥

[andrebirth]

...

I'm sorry.

[the air begins to get cold. it's not a drop in temperature, but something makes it oddly still, enough to cause goosebumps to rise on any bare skin. beneath his feet lines of runes begin to form on the ground with a faint violet glow.]

You should run.

[fruitophile]

No. ♥

[andrebirth]

[the runes continue to expand, until they're beneath both their feet]

What do you seek in Death?

[fruitophile]

A challenge. ♠

[andrebirth]

I don't understand.

[fruitophile]

You don't have to. ♠

[andrebirth]

I want to.

[fruitophile]

[ flicks cards into his fingers, cackling madly and attacking ]

[andrebirth]

You're serious.

...

I'm sorry.

[steps to the side just enough to let one graze his cheek. the blood swells over the wound, running down his cheek. the runes seem to twitch beneath their feet, becoming restless. they rise from the ground, branching out and becoming shapes in mid-air before casting a very devastating instant-death spell.]

[fruitophile]

[ WORTH IT ]