Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

(Adventures in Mistletoe info post. Remember to mark your top levels with any boundaries you want to set! Enjoy!)

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alucard | castlevania

[ananym]

[ i. platonic. ]

[ plants? alucard plucks one from the wall, turning over in his fingers curiosity. his parents knew more about the medicinal uses. alucard holds it up to his nose, sniffing it curiously before turning to catch whoever is near. ]

Do you know what these are?

[ ii. romantic ]

[ once alucard gets a proper run-down of the mistletoe (and their cultural meanings), he steers clear away from them. the idea of love or even affection is still too fresh and raw for alucard to truly want. he actively gives any mistletoe within a ten foot radius of him a dirty look. no thank you. if anyone catches him in the act, alucard forces a small smile, acting like nothing's wrong. ]

Can I help you?

time to bully the vampire aka ii

[miraclewhip]

That really works, huh.

[ He's been watching Alucard's attempts to find an alternative way into the Iskaulit's library for about the last ten minutes. It started out as the best, most entertaining thing ever. But if he's being honest, it's become a little old by now.

Mistletoe hanging from things isn't particularly new for Trevor, though the meaning here is completely lost on him. As far as he's concerned, the big spaceboat is just really safe from werewolves and dark spirits right now. And that's mostly okay by him. Aside from the fact that it's keeping the local vampire from his books. That is to say, keeping the local vampire from the best source of a distraction so that he can run off and drink himself half to death undisturbed. ]

I'm taking that shit down. This is getting sad.

u meanie

[ananym]

[ alucard doesn't start, more than aware that trevor was around. he frowns at the man though. ]

I heard these ones have a tendency of spreading despite intervention.

if alucard just leaves him here he will absolutely deserve it

[miraclewhip]

'Divine intervention'. You mean this shit's blessed?

[ He gives a quiet, approving 'huh.' at that. Fuckers know what they're doing. But it's between him and being free of the thing that's currently between him and a good drink, and that cannot be allowed. He reaches up to grab the mistletoe and tosses it to one side. He does not toss it at Alucard, which he thinks is highly charitable on his part. ]

Problem solved. Shit loses its power if it touches the earth. Which- [ They're a little low on 'earth' for it to touch, being on a spaceship and all. Maybe if he tosses it into the soil in the community gardens. ] -fuck it, the floor probably counts.

[ It doesn't. And since he's not yet tried to walk away, he's got no idea that he's stuck. ]

don't tempt him

[ananym]

[ oh my god. alucard resists the urge to pinch his brow because vampires surely do not get headaches, but unfortunately his headaches lives in this physical incarnation of trevor belmont. ]

Do you have any idea what those are?

[miraclewhip]

It's mistletoe. You cut it, dry it, hang it in doorways and it drives away nasty shit. Werewolves, spirits, dark magic and the like. Never heard of working on vampires unless you finish a stake with oil from it, but it's good to know.

[ He's a Belmont. His understanding of mistletoe is weird and semi-practical and does not include forcefields or kissing. ]

Gets its power from being a plant that doesn't grow in the earth, so it loses it the second it hits the ground. You're welcome.

[ And with that he tries to get out of the doorway so that Alucard can go distract himself with books. And he can move- about a foot or so in any direction before he walks right into something. Well shit. ]

[ananym]

[ alucard makes a soft sound at the back of his throat. ]

Not that meaning, Belmont. The plant has no real power over me.

[ he's not dark magic, merely an amalgamation of two natures. he's not unholy, just . . . new. a change in the fabric of reality. ]

Here it is different. Everything is different.

[miraclewhip]

What, so it keeps out something other than that shit? Like what?

[ Another attempt, and nope, he's not going anywhere and also his nose aches from walking right into an invisible wall. Well shit. Again. ]

...Like normal folk. Betrayed by a fucking plant.

[ananym]

[ alucard does briefly pinch his brow, his one momentary lapse in decorum before he approaches trevor. ]

You could have simply asked me. Were you watching me the whole time?

[miraclewhip]

Of course I was. This shit was hilarious.

[ It's not any more, of course, now that he's the victim. ]

Go get your books. I'll figure out how to get out of this before I go drink myself stupid.

[ananym]

I cannot leave, Belmont. The plant no longer simply represents a bane to dark magic and unearthly powers.

It is meant to facilitate . . . physical congress. Such as a kiss.

[miraclewhip]

'Facilitate physical congress'. So that's a fancy way of saying that plants are fucking perverts.

[ The fuck? The fuck. Plants are weird. And if he ever trusted them he sure as fuck does not trust them any more. ]

So I have to kiss someone and then the stupid fucking plant lets me go so I can go work on drinking until I forget it?

ii

[universal_charm]

_{[ Smooth, Alucard, very smooth. Kirk, for his part, finds the dirty look amusing because it so embodies how he feels after having been trapped a few times, but he couldn't quite get his own facial muscles to make the appropriate look. A proxy glare was almost as good. ]}

Not quite at the moment, though I see you've discovered shirts since last we spoke.

[ananym]

[ for all his stately looks, physical affection is not something alucard knows a lot about. ]

Thankfully, they were easy enough to procure.

[winscenario]

[ By the time Jim spots Alucard plucking the piece of mistletoe from the wall, it's already too late. He sighs, a small smile on his lips as he comes closer, though keeping a few feet away. He's not about to force Alucard to kiss him, not if he might have someone else he'd rather get a kiss from to take down the field. ]

Yes, and... you really shouldn't have done that. [ But first things first: ] It's called mistletoe.

[ananym]

[ alucard smiles faintly. ]

I am familiar. People use it to ward off . . . unearthly elements such as myself and demons.

[winscenario]

Well, it's used for something else here. [ He presses his lips to suppress his own smile. ]

It takes an old tradition we have back on Earth and makes it a little more... literal. That plant creates a force field around you, and you have to kiss someone in order to free yourself.

[ananym]

[ okay, alucard stares dumbly because that's beyond the pale, even for him. ]

The . . . plant creates a field that we cannot escape unless we . . . kiss.

[winscenario]

Yes. [ He pauses, gesturing vaguely between them. ] Well, not we necessarily. I don't think I'm close enough to be trapped by it, so I could just call someone else you know, if you'd rather.

[ananym]

[ who could alucard possibly call on? for a brief moment, he just looks . . . lonely before he steels himself. ]

No. If I could ask for your assistance, I would be glad to have it. I have never . . . been with anyone at all.

[winscenario]

Really? [ Jim raises his eyebrows, visibly surprised by that piece of information. Finally he steps closer, so he's surely inside the force field. Just to check (could be a fake plant, one never knows), he tries to stretch a hand out, and feels his palm press to the invisible wall that's raised around them. ]

I find that hard to believe. You're very... beautiful. [ 'Handsome' doesn't quite do Alucard justice, Jim doesn't think. ]

[ananym]

[ his smile is almost invisible. ]

I never had much in the way of companionship. And looks aren't everything.

[winscenario]

No. They're not. [ He smiles a little, and lightly rests his hands on Alucard's arms. ]

Do you want to try for a cheek kiss, first? Usually it doesn't work, but you never know.

[ananym]

[ he probably feels cool, as always. ]

You are the expert. I defer to your knowledge.

[winscenario]

[ That hardly bothers him. Jim steps closer, if anything. ]

Alright. Then let's give it a shot.

[ He has to get just a little on his tiptoes to reach Alucard's cheek, where he presses a soft kiss, lingering for a couple of seconds before pulling away again. ]