🌿 [ jiyan & changli u vu ]
Christmas Kisses || @lunaetis
Trends come and go everytime Jiyan returns to the city.
As the snow piles up, it would be best if his troops return to the city and restock their inventory. Of course, this gives everyone a chance to catch up with their families and friends. Jiyan is no different, meeting friends both old and new after seeing his family.
The giggling of pairs sharing chaste kisses, be it platonic or romantic, doesn't go unnoticed. Not it was unusual to see love blooming in winter. No, it was their behavior that caught his attention. One minute they would walk and talk, and then freeze in the next one. They look up to the winter ornaments hanging above them before they erupt into a fit of giggles and share a kiss. Others were more embarrassed, shy and reluctant, like they were forced to kiss.
One of the soldiers, a young woman who keeps up with the trends had explained it to him. "It's a winter tradition in other countries, Sir. They say if two people stand under the mistletoe, you have to kiss for good luck. It's a prank to some. Or romantic, if you ask me. Fufu.~"
Curiosity sated, Jiyan didn't much of it since then. At least until he encountered Changli by chance. In public, Jiyan keeps it professional as usual. Yet behind the veil of politeness, he restrains the urge to step closer. To grab her hand and seek out the warmth of her presence against his.
But this is enough until they meet somewhere private.
"Ah! They're standing under it! The misletoe!" Someone pointed out, gesturing to the plant hanging above their heads.
Jiyan thinks it's truly sneaky. That plant popping wherever it's convenient.
"Lady Changli, you do not have to..." Jiyan tries to say, but stops seeing the smile on her face.
She was interested. Or curious. Or perhaps sought a chance to share affection under the guise of "winter traditions" as the young people are calling it. Jiyan wouldn't put it past her to think ahead like that on the spot.
And honestly? Jiyan didn't mind it one bit.
"Please excuse me, Lady Changli."
Stepping closer, the general places a hand on her waist. The other touches her cheek, careful to not press too hard. He can feel his own face heating up in response. Leaning down, he whispers, "If this is too much, you are free to push me away."
Then gently, he presses his lips against hers.
