[shared 'verse: jazz remix] advent (11)
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perfectworrytitle: Advent (11)
rating: G
word count: 172
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runaway_tales
prompt: sugar plum #12: our finest gifts we bring
summary: house rules: you have to kiss someone if you end up under the mistletoe together! hijinks ensue. (Aya/Mariel/Tristan)
notes: the eleventh of twenty five kisses under the mistletoe at a Christmas party Nikos is hosting
Tristan settled into a rickety kitchen chair, leaning his cane against the table beside him. "I'll stay here and try to keep out trouble," he muttered as he eased himself down. He accepted a glass of mulled wine from Aya, who couldn't help but frown at him when he wrinkled his crooked nose at kissing Silas.
"Poor thing," she said, but she smiled as she said it. Glass in hand, Aya sat on Tristan's lap, perching herself on his good leg to keep him from getting up and into any more trouble. "You don't mind, dear?" she asked Mariel, batting her eyelashes up at her girlfriend.
"Not at all, Miss Aya." Mariel kissed her sweetheart's cheek. "You make quite the pretty picture. Merry Christmas to me."
Aya giggled and kissed Mariel in return. Tristan balanced his glass on the edge of the kitchen table and kissed Mariel's cheek, nuzzling against her affectionately and laughing when she jumped.
"Merry Christmas to you, indeed," he murmured. "You've been a very good girl."
rating: G
word count: 172
community:
runaway_tales prompt: sugar plum #12: our finest gifts we bring
summary: house rules: you have to kiss someone if you end up under the mistletoe together! hijinks ensue. (Aya/Mariel/Tristan)
notes: the eleventh of twenty five kisses under the mistletoe at a Christmas party Nikos is hosting
Tristan settled into a rickety kitchen chair, leaning his cane against the table beside him. "I'll stay here and try to keep out trouble," he muttered as he eased himself down. He accepted a glass of mulled wine from Aya, who couldn't help but frown at him when he wrinkled his crooked nose at kissing Silas.
"Poor thing," she said, but she smiled as she said it. Glass in hand, Aya sat on Tristan's lap, perching herself on his good leg to keep him from getting up and into any more trouble. "You don't mind, dear?" she asked Mariel, batting her eyelashes up at her girlfriend.
"Not at all, Miss Aya." Mariel kissed her sweetheart's cheek. "You make quite the pretty picture. Merry Christmas to me."
Aya giggled and kissed Mariel in return. Tristan balanced his glass on the edge of the kitchen table and kissed Mariel's cheek, nuzzling against her affectionately and laughing when she jumped.
"Merry Christmas to you, indeed," he murmured. "You've been a very good girl."
