Open RP - Under the Mistletoe

[nerdsexgoddess]

((Backdated to after the Christmas party.))

Thanks to a conversation with Lezard Valeth, Amaranth now knew about mistletoe and what it was used for

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[iam_beowulf]

Beowulf, a man of the North, knew well the significance of mistletoe.

It meant Druids were coming out of the woodwork to kill everyone!

Appalled, he took a fighting stance beneath one of the sprigs. He must have looked quite the fearsome warrior indeed, with Pippi's gift of hat, mittens, and scarf over his usual leather underwear and Hogwarts robes. The tail ends of his Gryffindor tie trailed down his back from under the folded edge of his knit hat.

[hopalongmcgurk]

Seeing Beowulf looking quite, er, fearsome, and remembering his reaction to my present, which is either hillariously appropriate or kind of squicky, I can't tell which, I come to a sudden stop on my trip back to Gryffindor.

"IS THERE A PROBLEM?" It's pure reflex, starting the conversation in full-out bellow. I am, after all, trying to talk to Beowulf. He looks so ridiculous that it's all I can do not to laugh, which would be mean, and I can't quite bring myself to be mean to him. Much.

[iam_beowulf]

"THE DRUIDS ARE UPON US! THEY WHO BEAR SCYTHES OF GOLD, AND CUT THE MISTLETOE FROM THE OAK!"

He swept up the dwarf woman in his brawny arms.

"I SHALL DEFEND YOU FROM THEIR ONSLAUGHT!"

[hopalongmcgurk]

I make a very undignified squeal of protest as I am suddenly propelled off the ground.

"Er... thanks," I manage. "But I think I'll be fine." I grab onto his shoulders for leverage and realize that we are very close. I could kiss him, I think, but do I really actually want to? I mean... This is Beowulf.

[iam_beowulf]

With a clumsy mitten Beowulf patted the dwarf's wig.

"THERE, THERE. YOU NEED NOT FEAR THE DRUIDS, LITTLE MONSTER."

[hopalongmcgurk]

"Oh, Beowulf," I mock-swoon. "You know just the right things to say."

And even though he's just called me a little monster, I decide that, dammit, I am a woman in my thirties. I deserve to be kissed. So I lay one on him, wondering if this will cause him to drop me.

[iam_beowulf]

Beowulf did not drop the dwarf. He did, however, get kind of confused. First he kissed her back, heartily. Then he stopped and held her at arm's length, squinting at her in puzzlement.

"THAT WILL NOT WARD OFF DRUIDS!"

[hopalongmcgurk]

"Well, no," I acknowledge. "But that's why I have you. You said you'd protect me from the druids, so I'm expressing my grattitude." I lean in and kiss him again, because when will I ever get this opportunity?

[iam_beowulf]

"I CANNOT ARGUE WITH THAT!" Beowulf conceded. Much monster-snogging commenced.