But the moment's magic swept us away
WHO: Nill [wingsnotwords], Iggy [blind_bomber]
WHAT: They thought they could avoid the mistletoe.
WHERE: Iggy's.
WHEN: Late afternoon!
She didn't quite understand the mistletoe entirely. She knew what everyone had told her -- that people had to kiss under it, and that it was tradition. But did people really get stuck under it like that all the time? Or was it supposed to be an option, but some sort of magic on this island had taken away the choice? She had no clue, and Rufus and Cloud had only told her to just stay away from it.
But she couldn't help but feel bad in some way for Iggy. He couldn't see the mistletoe, so he'd never know if he was stuck under it until he actually was. And he didn't seem quite so fond of the whole idea of the 'tradition.' Nill could guess why, and she couldn't blame him(Even though it didn't seem like many boys enjoyed it at all to begin with). She crafted her own little plan, and it seemed to be working. Nill would stick around the house during the day and warn Iggy when new mistletoe sprouted over doorways, and when the ones over other doorways vanished. Outside, she'd follow along(avoiding the busiest areas at their busiest times) holding onto his hand, or his sleeve, and tug on his sleeve or squeeze his hand when he was about to walk under it -- and pull back to wait, before hurrying after him again.
It seemed to work, and she was a little proud of the idea, and how successful it was so far. Though, it seemed far from over so so far were the key words, it seemed.
The corner of the couch seemed to be where she liked to stay when she wasn't following Iggy around; a book of fairy tales that she'd found in the library, and a blanket over her lap to keep her legs and feet warm.
WHAT: They thought they could avoid the mistletoe.
WHERE: Iggy's.
WHEN: Late afternoon!
She didn't quite understand the mistletoe entirely. She knew what everyone had told her -- that people had to kiss under it, and that it was tradition. But did people really get stuck under it like that all the time? Or was it supposed to be an option, but some sort of magic on this island had taken away the choice? She had no clue, and Rufus and Cloud had only told her to just stay away from it.
But she couldn't help but feel bad in some way for Iggy. He couldn't see the mistletoe, so he'd never know if he was stuck under it until he actually was. And he didn't seem quite so fond of the whole idea of the 'tradition.' Nill could guess why, and she couldn't blame him(Even though it didn't seem like many boys enjoyed it at all to begin with). She crafted her own little plan, and it seemed to be working. Nill would stick around the house during the day and warn Iggy when new mistletoe sprouted over doorways, and when the ones over other doorways vanished. Outside, she'd follow along(avoiding the busiest areas at their busiest times) holding onto his hand, or his sleeve, and tug on his sleeve or squeeze his hand when he was about to walk under it -- and pull back to wait, before hurrying after him again.
It seemed to work, and she was a little proud of the idea, and how successful it was so far. Though, it seemed far from over so so far were the key words, it seemed.
The corner of the couch seemed to be where she liked to stay when she wasn't following Iggy around; a book of fairy tales that she'd found in the library, and a blanket over her lap to keep her legs and feet warm.