mistleglow: a winter kiss meme

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mistleglow: a winter kiss meme.

The month of December has been a cold one in Anchor, with the bots working hard to bring a little winter joy to the city. This year, there's a little extra surprise - the bots welcome the participation of the nanites, who are able to join in with the winter holiday protocols for the first time in a long time following their long imprisonment.

And what are the nanites doing? Well...this winter wonderland has been missing a conspicuous offender: the mistletoe. That's where the nanites come in...

▶ The nanites will be floating around in little swarms, lit up bright with various colors, and when they run into any sentient creature, they will enclose them in a harmless invisible shield with a radius of approximately three feet by three feet. Once the characters are entrapped, they'll be stuck for exactly one hour...unless they kiss!

▶ There is no compulsion to kiss, and characters are welcome to just wait out the hour and hope they're stuck with a good conversationalist, but if they want to get on their way, they'll have to kiss their fellow captive, in a specific way depending on the color of the nanite swarm that's trapped them.

▶ The bots will be helping by helpfully informing any trapped characters they need to kiss as they pass by. They won't say what kind of kiss because that would make it too easy. But at least now you know, right?

▶ This meme can be counted as game canon and used for AC if threads continue into January (don't forget: December is check-in only) if both parties wish. Characters who are not in the game are welcome, and threads from this meme can also count for application samples! Come join us!

▶ How to Participate: Just post a top-level detailing the types of kisses you're interested in, and then tag around to other people's top-levels.

▶ Kiss Type Legend:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY

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[scowlish]

[Reynir confirms that people do kiss on the neck and throat, but that they do it differently than Onni had just now. It makes sense that he would do it wrong, he thinks, because he's pretty sure that whatever it is that makes people want to kiss and take the time to learn how is broken in him. There's some instinct missing, or maybe it didn't form in the first place because he'd been too busy with surviving as a teenager.

So he's never done this, kissing someone on the neck or having his neck kissed. He doesn't know what it feels like or where to start, he doesn't know if he's going to like it. Kissing Reynir's shoulder had felt alright, but he feels a strange sort of anxiety building under his diaphragm when Reynir reaches forward and puts his fingers into his hair, pulls on him. Then Reynir's mouth is on his collarbone, traveling up his throat with a series of soft open-mouthed kisses, and Onni realizes that apparently some of those instincts are not broken in him, because he tilts his head to allow Reynir's face to fit neatly under his jaw.

When those soft lips linger against his pulse point and then move along the line of his jaw, Onni releases a soft breath, realizes it's shaky, and then Reynir is pulling away and looking at him with his face and his mouth pink, telling him that's how they do it. Swallowing hard, he lifts a hand without meaning to, and cups it against the side of his throat, his own cheeks a bit pink, avoiding eye contact with Reynir.]

Ah.

[He can't find any other words, right now, and he doesn't think to check the barrier either.]

[braidmage]

[ Reynir's assumption - and why wouldn't it be - is that Onni's flush and the way he touches his hand to his neck is primarily embarrassment, and maybe some degree of discomfort. He had gone a bit overboard, perhaps. Let himself get swept up in things. Probably the reason Onni's never had his neck kissed before, by the sound of it, is that he knew he wouldn't like it. So he's about to apologize when he finally realizes neither of them have tested to see if that had worked. So, before he says anything, Reynir reaches out for the barrier...

...and it isn't there. He checks again, sweeping his arm out in a loop, taking a few steps back just to confirm. The nanites, he sees, have stopped glowing and are flying away in a little swarm. ]

We did it!

[ Reynir gives a little jump of happiness, clapping his hands together in front of him. He sees how Onni is still looking away, touching his neck, and remembers to feel guilty. Maybe he should have given a bit more warning than that or asked if Onni was okay with him really going for it. Pushing his hair back from his face, Reynir says, happy still but sincerely apologetic: ]

Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Onni! I know that wasn't any fun for you. But it worked. So it wasn't in vain, at least?

[ It's easy for Reynir to believe, in spite of the evidence that he ought to have noticed right in front of him (the way Onni had breathed, his body language) that his exuberance is obnoxious to people. What is this but one more case of Reynir solving a problem exuberantly, in his own fashion, and Onni being peeved but kind about it? ]

I promise I'll make it up to you, once I've had something to eat. You can put snow down the back of my shirt or something.

[scowlish]

[Thankfully, Onni is a little too distracted to overthink much more than he already has. A lot of what he's feeling right now is probably going to be left on the back burner to simmer for a while so he can get his mind straight, but this whole interaction feels poignant.

Reynir jumps around and swings his arms to show the barrier is gone, does a little jump and cheer and crows about how they've done it, and Onni can't seem to drop his hand from his neck. The spots that Reynir had touched him are still tingling a little, but mostly there, under his hand, and he half wishes he could wipe that sensation away.

But when Reynir apologizes, he finally finds he can drop his hand to his side and start moving, a quick little jog to catch up with Reynir as they continue on their way to the kitchens to get something to eat.]

Don't apologize. You had to do it, and it wasn't bad.

[Of course, Onni realizes that there's probably no way Reynir particularly enjoyed that whole situation. He doesn't suspect he hated it, judging by his reactions, but Onni imagines Reynir has had a lot of opportunities to do that kind of thing and can't imagine he's the pinnacle of those encounters, or even in the top half.]

Now I'm hungry too.

[braidmage]

[ Reynir is a little taken aback at himself and the mixed emotions he feels when Onni accepts his apology in that way. Of course, there is relief there, that Onni is telling him not to apologize - something Onni does plenty, but in this case, where Reynir thinks it might really be necessary, it's good to hear. But then there is disappointment, as well. It's not like he had expected Onni to tell him it was wonderful or anything. Obviously not from the way he'd reacted. But something about the extremely faint praise of 'it wasn't bad' just doesn't sit right. Why does he feel that little sink in his stomach, like he wishes Onni had thought it was better than he'd expected or something?

Oh, well. It doesn't matter, and they're free, and Onni's not mad at him, and that's what is important. But Reynir does feel just a little like he'd made a fool of himself, without really being able to identify why. ]

Then let's go get some food!

[ He puts extra brightness and enthusiasm into it precisely because of that faint unease. ]