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

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[appeale]

Yes, and if you pass under the mistletoe alone, there's this dreadful creature that follows you around.

[ she looks up at the mistletoe with an expression of mournful despair. ]

I didn't notice it in time... I'm really scared of that beast, but I didn't want to bother anybody by asking for help, either.

[ who would she even ask, anyway. she's not texting any of her insane suitemates that they have to come and kiss her to rescue her from mistletoe. ]

[damnpire]

[Look… He is an old, crusty vampire hunter. It never even dawned on him that one day (in death?) he would be enlisted here and there to kiss people to free them from a parasitic plant.

Can’t he just cut it down…? Why… No one wants to kiss him, he thinks.

Measuredly, he approaches, and doesn’t pause with any hesitation as he steps right up beside her. He reaches up to remove the hat. Polite.]

[appeale]

[ ??? Are you offering to help or what? Why the hell are men like this?!

at his approach, she scrambles to her feet, though he still towers over her by more than a whole foot. ]

Um, wait! F-Firstly— We've seen each other around, but I've never had the opportunity to formally introduce myself to you, signore... I'm Rudbeckia de Borgia. It's a pleasure to meet you proper.

[ she's too bundled up to lift her skirts, so she curtsies with her cloak instead. ]

[damnpire]

[Men just be stupid like that.

Even though he's now under the mistletoe, he stops with enough polite space between them as she rises to her feet. Did she think he was going to immediately smooch her without warning...?

Thankfully, he doesn't do anything but stand there holding his hat in one hand like a gothic dingus.]

D, [he says in a quiet voice as she curtsies.] The pleasure is mine.

[appeale]

[ listen her husband regularly just picks her up off the ground like she's a kitten so she's not putting it past anybody the same height. ]

Your room is downstairs [ that sounds nicer than "in the basement" ] with Felix, isn't it? How are you faring? Is there anything you need? I know that Dokja and Signora Sooyoung and Signor Joonghyuk have done their best for everyone, but also that they're very busy people, so if I can help in any way in their stead...

[ her chatter is light-hearted, rather than any sort of nervous rambling. it's the best way she knows of to deal with stoics: simply fill space until they interject. ]

[damnpire]

[Oh… Hubby is correct. Lift right off the ground.]

It is.

[She can assign them just basement, they both deserve it. Two cryptids living there.]

We are alright. We get what we need. He is surprisingly self-sufficient.

[Is D one of the few who thinks Felix is not a horrible, grouchy person? Maybe. This is stalling it feels like, but he humors her because he understands it can be awkward for others.]