Desmond Miles ❖ 16

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin, somarium and some lovely MISTLETOE
Where: Somni Shopping district
Style: Starts in third, but will follow the lead!
Status: OPEN!!! Come get your kiss/brohug from the novice!

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[heavenlyfinale]

Tifa stumbled back slightly, frowning. People needed to watch where they were going! She'd already had a few run-ins with the locals today. Did no one realize that snow was nothing to be afraid about? Ugh. Clearly city people couldn't handle snow days.

She was about to say something when the sound of the voice dawned on her. Suddenly, that frown turned into a smirk. "I knew you couldn't hide out for long."

[failssassin]

Desmond tensed as the familiar voice hailed him. 'Shit', one the few person he had avoided seemed to have found him the moment he had put a foot out of his home, more or less. He looked up from the ground at the brunette and tried to offer her a convincing shrug.

"I wasn't hiding" he protested, though they both knew he was lying.

[heavenlyfinale]

"Mhmm, sure you weren't." But she understood his need to. She remembered his dream, and how he freaked out at the hospital. Anyone would need to hide out after that.

"How are you doing? Other than avoiding people."

[failssassin]

Desmond almost apologized for the way he had brushed off her concern, but didn't. Still, he offered the brunette a grateful look as she didn't push the matter further. He knew Tifa was the only one that would never try to pry at what had happened or why he kept to himself, and knew that because of that she truly didn't deserve to be pushed away, but he wouldn't be able to bear the guilt if he ever hurt her.

"I've managed. You?"

Desmond shifted slightly, unaware that one of those damn mistletoe had just appeared over their head.

[stfu_desmond]

It had been awkward for her after the hospital. She’d had to locate some place to live, which was mostly out of the way, but it did her well enough for the time being. The woman still held onto the hope that she would wake up from this strange dream and find herself back in the Auditore’s villa, but that hope was beginning to fade rather quickly with each passing morning that she continued to wake in this ridiculous city fabricated on dreams

[failssassin]

The crop of blond hair instantly gave the Assassin's identity and out of instincts, out of habit, Desmond's hand shot out to stabilize her as Lucy stumbled backward. The expression she gave him sank his heart and he instantly felt like an ass for not being there since the first day she had arrived in Somarium. How he had wish for some friends, or people he knew other than his ancestors when he had first showed up in the dream world? And now that he could have given support to Lucy, someone that had done nothing but support him since they had met, he had ran away tail between his legs. Granted, the reason he invoked for that might be a careful thought, but Lucy didn't deserved to be left behind

[stfu_desmond]

It bewildered her as to why she was kissing him in the first place, but she didn’t pull back immediately like she probably would have given any other circumstances around sharing a kiss with the novice. Instead, she felt herself tugged closer to him and like him, kissed deeper with him. The overwhelming need to kiss him had faded with the mistletoe but still her lips moved against his own. Her chest burned with an ache to fill her lungs and pulling from him, she felt her cheeks flush to a hot red as his forehead pressed to rest against her own.

What the hell had just happened? Why the sudden need to kiss him? Why the inability to stop herself from doing so? And why had she kept going once it was gone?

“Desmond…”

Why was he apologizing? She was the one that had leaned into him and kissed, wasn’t she? Squeezing her hands against the fabric of his sweater, Lucy gazed over him; embarrassed.

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

[failssassin]

The hand cupping her head shifted so his thumb ran slowly on her jaw, touching her cheek for a moment more, as if Desmond unconsciously wanted to prolong that moment of closeness between. And then he drew back, his embrace loosening around her as he straightened up, his head shaking lightly.

"Don't apologize. It's this world screwing up with us." So saying, the novice reached for one of the mistletoe's leaf that had landed in Lucy's hair as it had 'popped' once they had kissed. He hated to think that their first kiss, and probably their only one, hadn't been initiated on their own volition. But he hated more the fact that he would still cherish this moment for the rest of his life now.

"This is not the first Christmas these ornaments are floating around. I've seen my share of girls slapping boys last year" he said with a small amused smile, keeping to himself that he had fallen prey to the mistletoe curse the year before.

[nolessthanseven]

Isabelle had been doing all her Christmas shopping then - not quite as early as she'd have liked, but things were hitting crunch time, and she was left with far less time than she'd have liked. Two jobs were cutting into her time with Remus, and if she wanted to hang out with her boyfriend, she couldn't go out of her way to find Desmond.

Lucky her: he found her first.

In glancing away from where she was walking, digging through one of the many bags and reciting whom everything was for as she found it, she had been more than distracted enough to be able to run into Desmond, colliding with a soft squeak of surprise. The bag fell from her hands, neatly wrapped objects tumbling into the snow at their feet. In all honesty, it was probably just that that saved them from the mistletoe hanging above them. At least in the immediate future. Isabelle dropped into a crouch. "Oh no, I hope nothing got wet-" She started, bemoaning the incident; she hadn't yet realised that it was Desmond she'd run into yet.

[failssassin]

The best thing for the both of us would have been for him to be a jerk and simply leave her there while she hadn't realized it was him she had collided with. But Desmond couldn't bring himself to be that much of an ass at the moment, and so he dropped to his knees as well, helping Isabelle with the fallen gifts. Keeping his head low, hoping the hood over his face would be enough to hide him, he gave back the gifts tot he brunette, until his hand came over one that was marked to his name

[nolessthanseven]

Once most of the presents were back in her bags, her hand moved to take the final gift from him; her eyes lingered on him, watching the hesitation and his mannerisms for some sign that he wasn't just some random guy in the street. Her mouth tightened into a pained line, and she thrust the gift back into the bag before turning to him - making the most of Shadowhunter speed - and pulled his hood back.

"Desmond," she breathed, staring at him, one hand resting on his shoulder. "What ar- Where have you been?"

[failssassin]

In any other situation, he would have let the brotherly pride feeling at her speed roll over him, but her speed meant that he had been uncovered and Desmond could only give a flat look at Isabelle:

"Home and at work. Where else should I have been?"

He had to keep his distance, he had to stay cold to her but it was becoming harder and harder to do so. Especially that the need to take her in his arms, one akin to what he felt when waking up in the hospital when he had seen her concerned expression, was getting stronger and stronger. The thought of seeing if those false memories he carried of her were worth refreshing or not was slowly seeping into his mind as well.

[beatskyon]

Arisa was probably having one of the more light-hearted Christmas seasons out of the people in Somarium. She had her best friends and minimal bad or awkward situations that would have put a damper on her holiday spirit, so it was in one of her happy and excitable moods that she went to do her shopping. This, and the fact that she'd had a full breakfast before going out for the day, probably saved Desmond from an instant beating (or at least a rage) when he bumped into her and she nearly dropped the bags held in her arms.

"Whoah!" Luckily they didn't spill, but Arisa flailed for a moment to regain her balance.

[failssassin]

It was purely out of instincts that Desmond's hand shot out to grab of the flailing ones from the blond so he could help her regain her balance. Once she was stable on her feet, he knew he had to let go of her, strangers shouldn't keep their hands on one another, but the mistletoe over their head made it so that the hold he had on her didn't loosen yet.

"I'm sorry. Are you all right?"