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@lightdevour asked; “🎄+ 💋 but pretend im sending this from bellion's...” ( @deathburns )
► ❪ MISTLETOE // accepting ❫
Powdered snow blanketed the packed plaza, colorful lights reflecting off the smooth white surface and brightening the evening further. All manner of races differing in shapes and sizes crowded the streets and skies despite the cold weather, partaking in holiday festivities or rushing to finish up last minute preparations. It's noisy, tranquility of quiet days a faded memory. The opened stores strung with midwinter decor and stalls selling traditional goods enticed many customers, cheery holiday songs mingling with the laughter of kids and conversations of couples admiring the glittering lights.
One celestial personally categorized herself outside of the scope of that second group comprised of partners. It didn't matter how close she pressed against his side while they walked, since the extent of her intentions only stretched to the point of avoiding the easy mistake of being separated. A member of the goddess clan simply enjoying a friend's company as she always did. Nothing out of the ordinary. Certainly Elizabeth was somewhere nearby doing much the same, blonde demon all but a silent shadow. A friendly outing, a fun activity to take in the sights. Thank goodness they're outside. The cold made for a convenient excuse for the wisps of new warmth further coloring cheeks kissed by chilled breezes. High spirits warming her soul, it's easy to get lost in the happy mood.
It's easy to miss walking into the trap until it's too late.
In the middle of regaling him with a tale of the hapless antics of other friends during the winter season, they passed under an archway. Brilliant timing dictated she choose this moment for her eyes to drift up to seek out his, then it moved beyond. Up, up, up. There. Hidden in the deepened shadows, forked branches held together by a red bow dangled overhead almost ominously, an obscene amount of glitter ( the only reason it caught her notice at all ) slapped across it innocently sparkling back. Enthusiasm stalled as green hues flew open with surprise, lungs halting as the fumble for words lodged the next sentence firmly in her throat. Of course, the odd reaction invited his attention to shift to it too. Now there's no pretending she never saw the thing.
...He didn't seem to understand, no flickers of recognition of the custom surrounding it, the one that sprung forth from the human holiday.
But Ellatte spoke again, and Bellion’s gaze was drawn back downward to meet hers. ❝ Oh, um... You see it too. It’s a mistletoe. ❞ She tried for a little smile, a subtle twitch at the corners. The whites of her knuckles brightening, fingers clenched into heavy fabrics before she allowed her rib cage space, demanded her tremulous heart to continue on.
❝ There's a tradition, when two people are under they have to, ❞ Eyes averted for a moment, shy, unsure. They flitted around the array of footprints pressed into fresh snow before returning to him, lingering on inquisitive gold eyes then darting to the lips below them, two fingers rising to brush against her own. ❝ - to kiss. O-Otherwise if you don't, it’s bad luck to be caught under it. Silly, right ? ❞
Ellatte never felt interested in it herself, rolling her eyes and indulging a peck or two to the cheeks of friends, but this year was different. Or rather, with Bellion here, she wanted it to be different. Her heart had grown rather fond of this demon, it's current erratic pace eager to serve as a reminder. So, it made sense didn't it ? To feel this way ? It'd be fine to act upon innocent affection just this once ?
Feathers ruffled, cold air sweeping over them inciting a small shiver as wings folded against her overcoat shook off the thin layer of snowflakes dusted on them. A few wing beats raised her elevation, clearing the slight hurdle of their differences in height, bringing her closer to an even eye level. ❝ But silly or not, I don't want either of us to have any of that bad luck on my account. ❞
Before he could puzzle out the exact meaning, before she second guessed herself or dismissed the whole affair as nothing more than a superstition, fidgeting fingers ceased in their action, taking up new in the form of hands resting delicately atop broad shoulders. As the rule with intrinsic detailing the closer one looked, the more they saw. Lack of distance blended with cast shadows to create an entrancing effect, throwing the color of his irises into sharp relief, the solid band of gold diffusing into varying flecks of that intriguing shade ( rough around the edges but he perseveres as a work of art in motion / alas, these are but idle musings of the hopelessly smitten ). The threat of awkwardness and appropriate social cues staving off the desire to keep up the lovestruck staring, eyes screwed shut, head tilting forward.
The notion of a chaste kiss was forgotten the instant lips slot together, simplicity falling away into obscurity. The thundering beat of her heart drowned out the sounds of activity and glee just beyond their secluded spot. Gentle first, only gaining insistence as hands rose to cradle his cheeks, a brief wonder of checking if a blush matching the burn on her cheeks could be found on his too gone as quickly as it had arrived, deemed nothing more distraction from the new sensation dancing across alight nerves. Yet an irrational thought seized a persistent foothold, a private wish of leaving their walk unfinished in favor of losing herself in his presence, this fleeting experience.
It’s almost too soon she broke contact, a content sigh falling from swollen lips. Something akin to relief spread through her skin, permeating the air around her, left breathless from the wonderful lightweight feeling warming her inside out. It’s amazing. He’s amazing. And, gods did she want to kiss him again, and again, and again.
Her eyes blinked open. When green connected with gold once more, the sudden remembrance of herself / their position / the mistletoe prompted hands to quickly snap back, flattening against her chest as the whole body followed suite and vacated the intimate proximity. ❝ A-ANYWAYS !! ❞ Settling an arms length away from him, flustered attention fixed firmly on the ground she hovered over, sending silent pleas to her heart and breathing to slow, for the damning red staining her face to hurry up and fade. ❝ I... We... I think we should go find Elizabeth and Meliodas now. And... try to steer clear of wandering underneath any more mistletoe. ❞