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[dgaf]

Who: Effy and you!
What: Kissmas tally
When: anytime in December really
Where: anywhere in the castle
Rating: PG-13

No one wants to kiss a girl in black (pants are optional and overrated).

But Effy fancies herself a rebel, ever keen to toe the line, break the rules and see if she gets caught. The only color on her person is her weapon of choice, a sprig of mistletoe tied to her headband. The bright green and red must seem out of place, which is the only warning anyone will get from her. A feeble attempt at getting consent.

It doesn't take a genius to figure it out after days of wandering aimlessly about the castle. At least now she's trawling the hallways with a mission, giving anyone who catches her eye a slow smirk like a predator that has spotted her prey before strutting over to them for the attack. She won't chase those who run, if that's any consolation, but those who don't see her coming might have it worse. She's not above shoving people and disrupting whatever they happened to be doing just to smooch them and run.

Comments

[radiantwingedone]

Damn castle.

Honestly, he attributes this to the castle's work because people usually don't have much reason to touch him, and the brushing of his hair aside just helps him place why he hasn't turned and left yet.

"You... are taking part in Crowley's winter bet." But his head has tilted more toward her level, so... You've managed to snare him, who ever you are.

[dgaf]

The touching is of her own accord but this leaning in to kiss him most gently might be driven by the castle, even if she would do the same even without the pull of magic. She only manages to mutter a yes before claiming his lips.