Seen around. 'TIS THE SEASON!

[head_psychic]

Because kissing under the mistletoe is an ancient and festive tradition... and it's important to share love at this time of year.

Two ways to play:

Request kisses.
If there's someone you'd like a kiss from, repost the picture above in a comment. Please be considerate--tag the muse's in-character contact post, or an old meme post, something like that. Don't tag a prompt response, a fic, or an RP thread. You may also post the picture to your journal, and mark the entry locked to whomever you want the kiss from.

Offer kisses.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.


Nice, season-ish meta kisses? Come on! (If only for the sake of shutting Shawn up, because he's been humming "Deck the halls" in my head all. Day. Long.)

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Shawn watched his breath condensate in front of his face and tried to kill time by trying to shape it. He pulled different faces and scrunched up his nose, determined to produce fake smoke rings but it wasn't cold enough and the small clouds simply dissolved into the December air.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"It's awesome!" he announced, grinning. "A little more practise and I can make the Eiffel Tower!"

"France, huh?" Anna grinned. They were sitting on a small bench outside a motorway restaurant. They had agreed to meet here because it was a stopover for both their routes. "Itchy feet, Shawn?"

Shawn grinned. "Oh, this is just a weekend trip. Definitely be back for Christmas. You know. This is just me, getting some room." He paused and frowned slightly. "Which doesn't make sense I guess, because we're outside but, you know, not room as in four walls surrounding you but space." Another pause. "Without a spacesuit, of course. Well. And more oxygen. Room as in..."

"Liberty?"

"Liberty, yeah, that... no, are we getting too political here? It lacks the right touch, it's too academic." Shawn took the coffee she handed him and warmed his hands. "You know what, let's just totally make up a new word." He grinned at her, expectantly. "Alright, let's see. Room. Space. Liberty and..."

"Freedom?"

"Freedom! We should totally make this a Pirates of the Carribbean moment but we're lacking rum. Anyway. Room, space, liberty and freedom. That makes... hang on... Ro... Spa... Li... Fre. Rospalifre? No, that sounds weird. Let's get rid of the r. Rospalife!"

Anna thought for a moment. "I have no idea what rospa could be. How about we get rid of the first part? That leaves life."

Shawn's eyes lit up. "Life! I like that! Short, simple, to the point. Actually..." He pointed upwards. "... almost as simple as this little thing up there."

Anna followed his gaze and laughed. "No way. They actually put a mistletoe up there?"

"Yes." Shawn nodded earnestly. "It's for the biker gangs. They get lonely. I think it's the beards."

"Well, you're a biker as well, aren't you?"

"Hmmm..." Shawn thought for a moment and smiled. "I guess so. Which means, I am totally inclined and allowed to use it."

She returned his smile and once again Shawn fell into this easiness he always relished around her. He carefully touched her cheek and leaned in close, bringing their lips together gently before deepening the kiss for a moment. When they ran out of breath he leaned his forehead against hers. "Maybe that's rospa?"

[hitchhiking]

OOC: Heeee -- oh, I adored this. This is perfect. Thank you!

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(ooc: 'Tis the season! Glad you liked it! ^_^)