[mistletoe cont.]

[toxicological]

*there's really only one person in camp who's overjoyed about this month, isn't there?*

((if you want Fiyero, Glinda, Ivy, Liir, Utena or Annabelle to wander around under the mistletoe with, hit this post up.

note: Ivy is immune to mistletoe. you will probably not die if you want to harass her))

Comments

[pellameno]

[some of the ones around him are bursting into a quick-burning flame]

[pellameno]

[and he hasn't! there doesn't seem to be any inside, besides what's clinging to the doorway. pell is sitting on his bed.]

So... until it goes away, how would you like to spend the time?

[un_familiar]

I don't know.

[pellameno]

We could just talk.

...you've never kissed anyone? You'll need to be careful outside, then.

[un_familiar]

*blushblushbluuuuuush*

It's not that hard.

[pellameno]

I didn't mean that... just that a stranger shouldn't take your first kiss.

[un_familiar]

I won't let them.

[pellameno]

It's mistletoe, Liir. You can't really fight it... I would say choose someone you care for, or wouldn't mind kissing. And let them be it.

[un_familiar]

*oh dude never looking at you again*

I don't care. It's not important anyway.

[pellameno]

It was to me.

[un_familiar]

...who did you choose?

[pellameno]

[curls up, looking sad]

He isn't here. His name is Cal.

[un_familiar]

*no don't be sad D: reaching out, clumsily*

What is he like?

[pellameno]

[tilts his head a little and reaches back, tangling his fingers loosely with liir's]

He is tall, and strong, and wild. Blond hair and tan skin, and a spirit like fire. I've never known another like him.

[un_familiar]

Oh.

He sounds...he sounds nice.

[pellameno]

He isn't nice. He's frightening, it's just that I'm too stubborn to be properly afraid.

Come sit with me, I'm still cold.