Belated mistletoe kiss that is so belated---
He’d always believed the mistletoe tradition to be a silly one.
There was nothing particularly romantic or enticing about the plant itself - in fact, he found it rather ordinary in appearance, despite the intimate insinuation that came with it’s name. He’d watched numerous of his guildmates fall victim to a well placed mistletoe throughout the few weeks leading up to Christmas and, by Christmas eve, he had to admit that, if nothing else, he did find the rule the plant brought to be humorous.
The kisses themselves were harmless, a swift kiss placed on a blushing cheek, or, for the more daring, the lips, before the mages would scuttle off to opposite sides of the guild, evidence of their actions only found in the resounding echo of their guildmate’s amused chuckles.
There were a few individuals that made sticking people under the mistletoe into a game, particularly Happy and Bixlow, so Freed couldn’t say he was all that surprised when he discovered the innocent looking plant hanging directly above them, it’s back and forth movement evidence enough that it had purposely been placed there only moments before.
“It appears as though we’ve fallen into their trap.” He muses with a small smile, his eye flickering to the offending decoration in silent explanation before moving back to regard his friend in amusement, “I suppose that leaves us with no choice but to comply.”
The smile only broadens as the rune mage places his hand on Laxus’ shoulder and lifts himself onto his toes, the slight pressure on the other’s shoulders a silent request to stoop down a bit lower before a chaste kiss is placed on Laxus’ cheek.
“Merry Christmas, Laxus.”
Perhaps that little, silly tradition did have some merit to it after all.
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