❣️ : our muses find themselves under a mistletoe by coincidence
(A tiny little oneshot because I’m already working on different art and also I like showing off my ability to write)
“So, I’ve been reading a lot about different cultures lately,” Morgan explained animatedly, signing in sync with her words. “And did you know that in one of the tribes in the Shining Steppe, people kiss under mistletoe in celebration of the resurrection of a dead god? It was supposed to be for protection against death.”
“Really?” Morgan had to redirect Erik as he spoke, as he was about to turn down the wrong hallway. Again.
“Mhm! Kinda wish it actually worked, that would be pretty cool.” Something brushed against her ankle, and she stooped automatically to pick up Faust. The purple snake took up position on Morgan’s head. There was something in her mouth.
“Where’d you get that, Faust?” Morgan’s gaze slid from the mistletoe to Erik. “...Oh. Oh.” She blushed. “Um...well. Should we, um, see if it works?”