tampered | red lips [open]

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red lips [open]

When; 21st December, all over the City, from all the angles
Rating; PG-13? Teen?
Characters; Mae Crawford (

brobeforehos), Sophie Hatter (

mrsnose) and Sif (

asofwar). And YOU?
Summary; Having unfortunately missed my favourite curse of the year due to RL, I'm throwing in a Catch All Log, for anyone who would've liked to catch a liplock with either of the three ladies. ;)
Log;

[ooc; Each character will get their assigned thread. Check those.]

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[When not at the library desk or in its aisles stacking books again, Mae will be locatable either strolling through the streets or shopping for Christmas early on. She just so happens to like this curse, too. Kissing. Yes.]

Mae!

[ Catching the other girl as she gets off from work is easy. Clary jogs up to her, flushed and excited, a whirlwind of red hair and a green scarf, a smile bright on her face. ] Hi, I have to ask you something, are you busy?

[Ah, yes. Her new roommate. She feels she should be building her a monument of some sort by now; Mae's been sleeping so well lately, without the infernal ticking in the background. Suddenly, her apartment is actually quiet. And she was right, Clary's adorable.

Instantly, she's smiling.] Hey, Clary - not buys at all, just got off for the weekend so I'm yours. What's the question?

[ Suddenly she's a little nervous. She doesn't want to take advantage of Mae's hospitality but at the same time, leaving Jace to find his way around the City leaves her feeling cold. He's all right, whole and safe and right here with her and she wants to be able to prove it to herself if she wakes up thinking he's not. ]

I was just wondering, um, if it would be okay for me to share my room. [ Twisting a lock of her hair in her fingers. ] I don't want Jace to be left by himself. He's -- he's from my world. [ Can she tell people he's her boyfriend now? They haven't had enough time to talk it over. ]

[She squints a little - that whole rambling and touching her hair thing, that's very shifty-looking from Clary. It clicks right away, evidently.] Oh - ooohhh...

[She makes a great deal out of grabbing Clary's arm with a flourish, a teasing grin and a nudge to her rib to go with it.] I see - I seeeee -

[ Blushing. A lot. ] He'll only get himself into trouble if he's left to his own devices.

[ Because that's why she wants him around, obviously. No other reason at all. ]

I'm sure it's just out of deep concern and nothing else. [God, that's adorable. She'd going to have to live vicariously through Clary here obviously, because when was the last time she got to be that flustered because of a boy?

Never?

She pinches her cheek lightly.] It's fine by me, I suppose. As long as you guys aren't the obnoxious type, who am I to keep friends from the same world separated?

[Of course, agreeing with this means less room for Jamie and Alan and Nick if they ever returned. But...Mae isn't counting on it. She's grown used to not counting on it anymore. Despite the jar of conffetti at the ready.]

Thank you.

[ She beams suddenly, like a weight has been lifted from her heart. Jace is here, Jace is fine and she's going to be okay and she'll get to introduce him to her new friends and everything will be good.

She moves to hug Mae, but by then the mistletoe that's been growing rapidly is above her head and she ends up pulling the other girl towards her and landing a kiss on her lips. ]

[Oh, well this is nice. It's a brief kiss, as most mistletoe kisses go, but it's sweet. It's cute, too; and doesn't exactly stop Mae from blushing whenever the kiss ends.

She licks her lips.] Mistletoe?

I ... [ Completely wide eyed by now even as she looks up. ] Oh. I didn't see it. Is this a curse?

[ Her first ever ... And trust Jace to turn up on this curse. ]

Yeah. [She looks up just as the creeper mistletoe appears to lose its pull.] Can I tell you a secret about this curse?

[ She's still shy about the whole kissing without asking thing but she ends up nodding with a smile anyway. ]

Yes?

I like it. [She smiles, sheepishly, and lets go of Clary's arm. Without any concrete purpose or destination, she starts to walk, hoping the girl will follow.] I like human contact, when it's sweet and well-meaning.

There was a curse once that had people hugging at random. First hugs I'd gotten in months had been during it, so I liked it.

[ She makes a mental note to hug Mae more in the future, following her when she moves. ]

They sound like nice curses. [ Pause. ] I don't even know if curse should be the right word.

Oh, make no mistake - a curse is still a curse. If it weren't one, we'd be given the choice. The mistletoe would appear, there'd be some light-hearted laughter, and then a tiny kiss. Not a lack of will to do anything but snog someone's brains out.

[Sophie is either at home, in the bustling market looking for fabrics and other gift-related things, or enjoying the view and the silence in the park. It's all so pretty, during winter. Snow and all.

She's also fascinated by how comfortable a pair of thick flanel suit pants are turning up to be, in comparison to petticoats. Modernity, what do you know!]

[A guardian's job is never over; as Sif has stated long before, she takes her job to guard Loki's left-behind sceptre very seriously. It helps dim down the ticking of the clock and the solitude that not even her rambuctious pets can drown out, and she's already been a recluse for half the month. Has she been made aware of what mistletoe is and what its effects are on people, especially in the City? No, she has not.

But hopefully along the day, she will be.

Meanwhile, she goes through the routine as usual. As seriously as she takes her duty, she performs for the City Sollution's security team for as long as she must, be spends the remainder of the time watching the scepter. And once that shift is over, yes. She will be enjoying a nice walk all over the City, because she's been cooped up for long enough.]

[She might want to look up what mistletoe is, then cross reference it with Loki, if she wants to be forewarned and forearmed. But most people are only familiar with the plant's less murderous uses, Robert Chase being one of them.

He's seen this curse once, or four times now, depending which set of memories he'll admit to. It makes hygiene standards at the hospital difficult to keep, but otherwise he couldn't call himself concerned.

Which is why he's Christmas shopping instead of working today: coming out of a fancy jewellery store with a small bag and a free gingerbread person.]

[She wouldn't see how that has anything to do with all the kissing happening under the sprig. Not that it mattered; no Baldur had been injured in the seasonal spirit from her perspective, so as far as Sif was concerned, mistletoe was just a plant.

Maybe she's heard of it from Luke, but history doesn't always develop that way. She hopes, for Loki's sake. (Despite it all...)

Her schedule is not occuppied by shopping, so when Sif sees Chase exit the store armed with bags, and notices it's a jewelry store, she sees an opportunity to poke a little well-meaning fun.]

Found a special lady, or were you there for the treat?

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