9 Mischiefs Managed - [video/action]

[greding]

[Hello City! You didn't think you would get through this curse without seeing these two trouble makers, did you? Fred and George Weasley are lounging in the town square, looking far too pleased with themselves.]Alright, City? Now it has been explained to us that there is a bit of a tradition in this place about snogging under the mistletoe. Isn't

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[oneminutemaze]

[ Ohhhh, she's mad. All that stress relief that welding earlier gave her? Gone. In its place is one short brunette with a tight jaw, one of No Name's cigarillos hanging out of it, and a hideous, terrible plan. ]

An opportunity, huh?

[ Excuse her as she marches up, pulls the cigarillo out to hang in her hand, grabs the twin with two ears and lays one on him. ]

Thanks Fred. That was a real opportunity.

[greding]

[Yeah, this is George standing speechless for quite a few moments. He shakes himself out of it just as she moves away.]

Ariadne...

[oneminutemaze]

[ Cigarillo back in her mouth, hair mussed up because while she may not have been looking for the opportunity, it certainly came knocking, and steel-toed boots. Scarier men than George Weasley have quivered in fear at this sight, or at least made sure she had an omelet for breakfast instead of a crepe (not that Yusuf is particularly threatening, but she knows what he can do with chemicals). She pauses, though, and while her voice is still hard, there's a slight shake to her hand as she pulls the cigarillo out of her mouth to speak -- not because she can't speak with it in her mouth, but because, well, it's George. ]

Did you want something?

[greding]

[Fuck. That's basically all that's running through George's mind at the moment. He has no idea what he can even say at this point. All he knows is that he can't let her walk away. Not like this.]

Look, I -

[A hand goes to the back of his neck. It's moments like this, when he's at loss for words, that he usually lets Fred take over. But he can't let Fred take over for this one. He suddenly feel exactly like he used to back home. Frighteningly alone. It hits him like a bucket of cold water and stops him dead.]

[feorging]

[Theres so much going on at the moment that Fred's thoughts are going a mile a minute. There's "Since when does Ariadne smoke?" and "Why does she look as though someone's shat in her tea?", then "Oh hey, here she comes now" and "Bloody He--" and "What in Merlin's--?" and

"Oh. Dear god. You've got to be kidding me."

They fight without even speaking, some unseen storm raging between them and Fred's left sitting on the sidelines with a front row view. They talked about it briefly after Gin's party, but he figured they'd made up by now. To be fighting for so long over something so trivial - Fred just sighs. Always cleaning up the dirty work.

Resting his head in one hand propped on his leg to turn away from them, he snakes his wand from his pocket in the other hand and summons a rather large bit of mistletoe just between the two. Cursed or not, Fred coughs loudly to signal to his pillock brother with his head still turned. No need to watch them have at it.]

did you order some teal deer with your makeouts...

[oneminutemaze]

[ They're stubborn, both of them digging their heels in because this, whatever this is, can't continue -- but at the same time, there's a part of Ariadne that doesn't want it to stop. That's the part that's making her so angry, and it's what's making her hand shake despite how much she tells it not to (she'd want a cigarette if she didn't already have the cigarillo, and a detached part of herself makes a mental note to cut back, because she's clearly developing a habit). She turns, though she doesn't know what to say -- it's easy to act on an impulse but now she's being forced to think, and while usually she'd love to, it's making telling him that he either needs to make it clear that it's just a sex thing or they need to figure something else out very difficult.

The mistletoe, however, is very suddenly there and much, much harder for her brain to bypass. She's been kissed more than enough times today, perhaps most memorably by a pterosaur, but no one has riled her up (and take that in any way you will) as much as George has -- much

/nom nom delicious

[greding]

[The kiss is not entirely unexpected, given the mistletoe floating around. It still catches him by surprise, though. His brain was so wrapped up in trying to work out what to say next that he wasn't paying attention to what might be floating over their heads. And then suddenly Ariadne's hands are on his shoulders and he's being bent in half and - oh. Well.

He kisses back as desperately as she is. One hands comes to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. In some ways he's glad for the interruption. It's the only way he'll ever really be able to say what he needs to. 'Look, I fancy you! I'm sorry for being a twat about it.']

oh god I can't stop

[oneminutemaze]

[ Small as they are, Ariadne's hands have a surprising amount of strength in them, and at the moment it's all focused on keeping George right up against her and not letting him go. There's the slightest hitch of breath when she's pulled closer, more out of surprise than anything else -- what would he want to do with her, after all, when she can't keep herself together because she can't remember falling asleep?

The kiss, though... the kiss says otherwise, though she doesn't trust it just yet. She can tell that at least part of what had her grabbing him is the curse, and that same curse has had her doing a lot of ridiculous things today. He might be able to taste it; the coffee she got from Steve Rogers after the fact, the cigarillo from No Name (the remnants of which having now fallen to the ground), Natasha's lipstick, even cigarettes and tacos from Mr. Orange. She didn't want any of those, though. ]

jeez, woman. Making me read stuff...

[greding]

[He won't lie to himself and pretend the curse isn't involved here. He highly doubts she'd just kiss him out of the blue when she's clearly as mad as she is. So, well... say whatever you want about him for it, but he's going to enjoy this while it lasts. He's fairly sure he's buggered everything up too badly for her to ever forgive him properly, so he's going to kiss her with everything he's got and just hope she doesn't slap him too hard when they come to.

A second hand joins the first one on her back, resting between her shoulder blades, just moving very slightly. He loves the way she feels under his hands. Small, but strong.]

c-c-c-combo breaker!

[feorging]

[Well then. Seems like these two are getting along just fine. He can get the scoop from George later (if he comes home !); he hasn't got to hang around to - oh god, he can hear it.

He claps his hands to his knees and gets to his feet, decidedly not looking anywhere in their general direction.]

Right, then! I'll just be --

[You know. Anywhere but here. There is most certainly a grin and it takes everything he has not to high five his brother before he leaves with a small pop!]

how dare you. how dare I. how dare all of us.

[oneminutemaze]

[ Likewise, Ariadne is fairly certain that it's become obvious that she cares too much (which she is still mad at herself about, but that's sort of shoved to the side at the moment) and she'll be dropped (hopefully not literally this time) as soon as the curse decides to let them go. Maybe if she were thinking clearly, she'd realize that there have been more than enough signs that that isn't going to happen, but she isn't.

One of her hands moves, sliding into his hair and holding tighter than usual. The height difference has to be murder on his back, but she's not breaking the kiss to try and figure out a way to make it easier. Breaking the kiss means one or both of them can run.

Or at least, that was the plan, but then Fred speaks and she jerks slightly. Oh. ... Oh. ]

indeed

[greding]

[George pulls back, only a little. Just enough to look at her. Well. Yes. Care to say anything?]

/SHRUG

[oneminutemaze]

[ She's breathing harder than she thought, looking up at him. This close, she could pull away or kiss him again with one slight movement. She doesn't do either, doesn't move, doesn't relax or tighten the grip she has on him. She's letting it be his move to make. ]

[greding]

[He's quiet for some time, alternating between looking at her and avoiding her gaze. He finally speaks.]

I am sorry, really. But I understand if that's not really enough, you know.

[Avoiding her gaze, again.]

[oneminutemaze]

[ She wants him to look at her, but then again, it's easier not to meet his gaze when she speaks, too. ]

I wasn't that upset, at first. Then it was more at myself than anything, and I just... took it out on you, instead.

[ A bit of movement, fingers lightly stroking his hair. ]

I'm sorry, too.

[greding]

[A hand comes up to cup at her cheek.]

You don't have anything to be upset at yourself for. You've been brilliant.