d | a december catchall (open & closed)

[damnpire]

WHO: d & others
WHERE: the stygian hellscape
WHEN: month of december
WHAT: mistletoe kissing, winter cuddling, soulmates(?), spoon threatened me with a good time, trying to make francy stop being mean to rosa, inside d's door maybe
WARNINGS: dr...ug use...? (looks at silco and frowns), possible blood drinking, a claude date, dallisto, laurent's foul and grumpy mouth, problematically kissing heewon, dimitrid being depressed having to hold hands and kiss

OOC plotting post

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wildcard & other

[damnpire]

[Feel free to wildcard me with anything you'd like to do! D can be anywhere!]

[midway]

[ The city certainly is lively again, which is both nice and concerning, given that the last time Stygia was dressed up for a festival, some headless asshole showed up and murdered a bunch of people. And that was right after the woods murdered a bunch of people. It was a lot of murder to take in all at once.

But so far... things seem to be all right. There are plenty of couples kissing in public, which is a little bewildering to Claude since there would never be such blatant displays of affection in Fodlan (or Almyra), and it makes him glad that Lorenz isn't here. He's sure that the Count would've gone red and died a second death from outrage.

But it's cold, and body heat is alluring, so Claude doesn't think much of it when he passes under the plant himself while walking alongside someone, until he takes a bite out of an apple later.

And promptly spits it onto D's boot. ]

Oh- sorry.

[damnpire]

[SPOON?

Can't really say if this is the worst that's ever happened to him honestly. He really sort of just comes to a stop and peers down. The boots are fine; he'd never be worried about the boots. His pride? His dignity?

...

His eyes lift back up to Claude's face. This weird bastard.]

Are you alright?

[IS THERE A MEDICAL REASON FOR THIS?]

[declass]

[ somehow, mistletoe ends up in your apartment building. look i'm giving you mistletoe shut up. but either way, rosa has not noticed the plant yet and is simply sitting on a couch while reading. when she notices d, though, she'll look up and offer him a wave. ]

Good afternoon. Are you keeping warm?

[ do vampires get cold. she is polite enough not to ask even if she's thinking it. ]

[damnpire]

[You pulling a me and just making mistletoe end up in the apartment building even though Yoo Joonghyuk might be the type to stalk the halls and tear it down angrily. But it's there, yes.]

Hello. [They're really choosing to be very polite, huh.] I believe it's a curse.

[Very... clinical. In how he says this. About the cold, he means.

His eyes lift slowly. Oh n. (d voice to heewon) there is no escape]

Are you stuck?

mistlehoe

[pyojeol]

[gives u mistletoe and also blood, sorry

anyway this is after Sooyoung gets back from the shadowlands. She has a band-aid on her face and she's kind of limping her way out of a nearby herbalist's shop when she runs into a.) D and b.) M(istletoe).]

-- How the hell did it get here so fast...

[SHE JUST WENT DOWN THIS PATH TEN MINUTES AGO?]

[damnpire]

[AND ALSO BLOOD?

Well, now he has two things to consider and worry about: Sooyoung's state of (sword voice) disrepair and the damn parasitic plant hanging above them. He tips his head back just enough to peer at the mistletoe from beneath the brim of the hat. Frowns.

Looks back at her.]

More are appearing.

[appeale]

[ sorry hei i'm also ruining YJH's good name and slandering his mistletoe removing efforts.....

when D comes home after a long day of ??? brooding??? there is a shivering pink bundle sitting on the floor just inside the entryway, her face tucked into her knees and hidden by a fur-lined hood. with a quick glance, it isn't hard to figure out what her problem is: there's mistletoe overhead, and she's too short to do anything about it. ]

Ughhhh I don't want to see it again... It's gonna kill me this time...

[damnpire]

…

[Well.

He stops just inside so he can peer at the wad of morose pink on the ground. Glancing up, he spies a lapse in Yoo Joonghyuk’s parasitic prowling and weeding. Then he looks back at her again.]

Are you alright…?

jung heewon ¤ mistletoe

[damnpire]

[Heewon has accepted a fate which dodged the facial buttholes... good for her.

Not good for her maybe is being stuck beneath the mistletoe with an futurefunk gothic cowboy-looking dhampir. He's really standing here looking indifferent to the situation! Like there isn't any frantic and humiliating urgency to having to smooch to get out.]

There is no escape.

[WHY DOES HE SAY IT THIS WAY?]

incredible

[executory]

[ it's okay she got her butthole treatment with rosa

Which is to say—she is warily squinting at that mistletoe in a new light now, desperately not wanting a repeat of what happened the other day. She's had enough orifices for one regression, thanks.

So here she is, trying to figure out the least awkward way to engage in a little liplocking with the guy in front of her but like. Does he really have to make it sound so ominous? ]

You don't have to sound like some sort of villain from a movie, you know.

[ Isn't she supposed to be the one from a novel here?? Anyway.

You don't mind if we kiss, right? I don't really want to get cursed again.

stop listen here…

[damnpire]

[The YJH is strong within him.]

There isn’t any way to leave once you are beneath.

[Is what he meant instead of being the annual antagonist. He tips his head back far enough to see around the brim of the hat, then he looks at her again.]

…I don’t mind. [To dodge the curse.] What happened to you before?

sylvain ¤ cursed mistletoe

[damnpire]

[Imagine being ten thousand years old and getting babyzoned because a fratboy doesn't know.

He's now stuck beneath some mistletoe in the apartment building (who put this there?) with D, the baby. Will Sylvain bestow a kiss upon his cheek?]

You won't be able to leave.

[Why couldn't he have said this to Heewon instead of what he did say? A mystery.]

[philandery]

[ is nothing sacred? not even their apartment building? actually sylvain's not bothered by mistletoe at all (not yet), totally oblivious to the infestation of sprites they bring.

he is curious why their resident bab is loitering around. seems to be the sort of person with something better to do. ]

...Why's that?

[ that still sounds pretty OMINOUS ngl. probably because d is, as ever, dressed like he's attending a funeral... ]

[damnpire]

[Hei is on hiatus so the apartment is now a disaster since Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t around.]

The mistletoe. If you’re beneath it, it won’t allow you to leave.

[Unless kiss, but he does not say that. Maybe Sylvain… will… understand?]

zagreus ¤ crystal explicit handholding

[damnpire]

[Hello, Zag, you are once again stuck with the fellow chthonic-looking fellow. His right hand is gloved, but his left hand is exposed from the wrist up.

He has it palm-up and offered in Zagreus's direction, one of the little crystals settled inside the dip of his hand.]

You can have this one when it's warm.

o-oh 😳

[dodgeouttahell]

[It's not stuck if he finds it a delight.

Zagreus looks up at D from under that wide hat (and really, just the hat is so familiar, it's no wonder he finds himself so comfortable with him.]

Won't you need one? I already have heaters of my own, you see. [He points down at his feet.]

[damnpire]

[Likewise, D's eyes dip down, following Zagreus's to the flaming feet. Well.]

It might be beneficial to make a few. [He is still looking at the feet...] Even if you may not need them, you will be able to offer them to someone else who might.

[Look, he has seen the flaming feet before, but only just now considered them than something more in passing.]

Your feet put off heat?

sakura ¤ the doors

[damnpire]

[Even though he wouldn't have minded crossing the Tempest with her so she was protected (would she have found it insulting?), it felt better to go on ahead to be sure the trip wasn't wasted. Not that he believed his door to have vanished necessarily... but the area, the things on the inside, he wanted to be certain they were as he had left it.

So he's waiting for her closer to the shores when she arrives, and it's hard to tell whether he has stood here for the length of time it took her to travel, or if he had left and returned again. He is so still and quiet.

He stands in place like a black, haunting ghost near the shoreline, watching her ship come in.]

[craters]

（ she considers foregoing the ship altogether. a shinobi can cross water, and travel more quickly, but she knows it's foolish to waste chakra on such a thing. what if it cuts out halfway through? she can swim, of course, but that's no guarantee she wouldn't drown.

she knows she's being driven by a self-destructive need to be moving, to be doing something, to be doing anything. she's found her patience hanging by a perilous thread, and more than once in the last week it's snapped away entirely, driven her into explosive reprimand of those around her.

she needs to get away. d's presence is steady and calming, and at the very least he's not likely to judge her for being out of sorts. still, the first thing she says when she is far enough away from anyone else who cares to disembark from the ship is — ）

I'm sorry, I'm struggling with my friend being （ a brief hitch of breath — ） missing. I'm doing my best to control my temper, but it's getting away from me.

（ it's not an excuse, and she knows that. but she doesn't want to catch him off guard, either, with the way it feels like her shadow is dogging her every step. ）

dimitri ¤ mistletoe

[damnpire]

[me looking back at the plotting post and realizing i made them not only kiss but hold hands too

Well, at least in the beginning, they are productive. It's cold as fuck even for two people who should be fine with being chilly, so they will warm some crystals... and cry later about mistletoe.]

You can keep the first.

[He holds out a hand to Dimitri with one of the crystals settled in his palm.]

[paraselenes]

[ you escalated this

Dimitri shivers, shrugging some of the furs he's vaguely coalesced into some sort of mish-mash of a cloak further up his shoulders, before taking D's hand. There's some awkwardness in the gesture as he tries to hold on a little too loosely and no longer has grablenuts to urge him on, but it's immediately warmer than any cloak could be. ]

This again, hm?

[ He's a little amused despite himself. ]

At least this time it's of our own volition.

callisto ¤ mistletoe

[damnpire]

[The whole of Stygia should just be made of mistletoe by how much has decided to sprout in random places and make all of them awkwardly miserable. So far, he's done alright. Kissing, cuddling, and holding hands isn't how he envisioned spending his month, but... things happen.

Callisto must suffer him an additional time.

Silently, he stands beneath one of the parasitic bunches like a forlorn waif. Even though he isn't able to move from beneath it, he doesn't make any attempt to harass passers-by to assist him in escaping. This is almost as bad as not being able to go through any kind of threshold.

What a very honorable man... or a very stupid one.]

(frozen comment) Re: callisto ¤ mistletoe

[midway]

my dallisto...

how did spoon even beat me here...

[uncourteous]

[ considering how d dresses it isn't easy for him to elude most eyes. or so callisto would presume. not that he's any better considering his own garments. which, despite the cape and the like hasn't assisted in alleviating much of the cold, and naturally, does nothing to deter the sprouts for decorating a vast majority of the land.

that said, it's easy that callisto approaches d before he fully sees the plant hanging above him in all its sadistic glory. when he approaches, he speaks carefully. ] ... do I want to hear how long you've decided to stand there for? [ somehow, he gets the impression it probably wasn't a pretty number... ]