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atwistedfancy in rivelatalogs

tonight isn't the night for fights, white lies or otherwise

Dec 13, 2009 15:17

WHO: Lluvia/elementfourplay & Jam/atwistedfancy
WHAT: The forecast calls for more mistletoe hijinks, with a high chance of absolute mortification.
WHERE: The tailor's
WHEN: At some point during the mistletoe shenanigans!

( and my mood isn't better yet sober and humorless )

oc - jam, lluvia loxar

Comments 15

atwistedfancy December 14 2009, 01:34:10 UTC

A native. Jam knew that right away, just from the young woman's odd appearance. He pursed his lips just slightly, because that was how someone that disliked someone else based on things said someone else couldn't control, was supposed to behave.

"Are you coming in?" was his own greeting, and those orange eyes dropped down toward the floor, neatly swept and still wet for all his pains. He leaned back as he asked -- an unconscious move, but one that fit the distasteful act nicely.

atwistedfancy December 14 2009, 01:58:21 UTC

The line of Jam's lips pressed even more tightly together. It was just as he feared, and he set immediately to work, sweeping with wide and painfully obvious strokes to push the snow from her shoes back out the door.

"Yes," he agreed, the pseudo-patient tone one might use to humor a child, "And we sell them, too." And then he was following his customer, eyes on the floor and broom still working to clean up her trail.

atwistedfancy December 14 2009, 05:42:40 UTC

"What?" The question came sharply, he even paused his sweeping. "No." He looked over to see what had grabbed her attention, and for the first time the annoyance began to fade. Bemusement replaced it, and with some hesitation he reached one long-fingered hand out over Lluvia's shoulder -- not a difficult task, considering his height -- to feel the same invisible border.

"No, we don't," he said a little more softly, and cast a suspicious look around. He wasn't sure just what the source of an invisible wall would look like, though.

atwistedfancy December 14 2009, 23:13:39 UTC

He cocked an eyebrow at her offer of protection, and it was a small struggle not to scoff. He did manage to hold it back though, and instead glanced up and over the top of her head at what he couldn't see. A wall, then. In the middle of his shop. How irritating.

"No," he said again, just as shortly as before, and took a step back to put a little more space between them -- only to find another wall at his back.

That was about when he froze, a sort of dread filling his stomach. He glanced up and winced to see a small, innocent-looking sprig of leaves attached to one of the beams of the ceiling above them.

atwistedfancy December 16 2009, 01:44:21 UTC

The answer was loud in Jam's head, blaring in Jam's head, in fact, but when pale lips parted to give it voice, it came out weak indeed. "Mistletoe." It was almost a whisper, and his mind flew to all of the complaints he'd seen about it in the journal the past week or so.

And to think that he'd thought himself above such misfortune. He'd laugh at himself if laughter weren't so far outside the scope of his abilities at the moment.

When he looked down at Lluvia again it was with an ashen face and disgust-tinged horror. "I trust you've... read of its requirements for freedom?" he asked weakly.