| | | ⧼ ⛥ ⧽ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄 ‚ \ @mythosisms : “🌿🍒” — mistletoe kisses !ㅤ ( feat : cassian !! )ㅤㅤ
#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ you would think, given she was the one who had decorated the house, from top to bottom, outside included with the holiday decorations. that she'd remember where it was exactly that she'd placed the mistletoe. and in a way she did, as when it came to the holidays. payne didn't do things lightly. not with christmas, her favourite holiday of them all. she planned this months in advance, bought everything she needed to bring said plans to fruition. and yeah she was slightly obsessive with it. and thanks to her eidetic memory, she remembered where she placed every little thing. so that if someone dared to move anything, she knew were it came from. a fact that had come in handy just the day before, when deeks had been an asshole simply upon principle. and had moved things just to see her response. and well her fist to his face had been warranted. but still, she knew where everything went. knew every detail. [ her need for perfection, to make things worthy. translating to christmas decorations of all things. ] still the knowledge of the placements, is why right now she was so confused. as she stands trapped under a branch of mistletoe she couldn't remember placing. her hazel hues staring at it, as magical snowflakes fall into her brunette locks. it was one of those that mel had enchanted, meaning you were indeed stuck until you kissed under it. making it highly dangerous as well as amusing. and payne had taken precautions on where she placed them. given the potency of the charm. and she knew, with utmost certainty that she had not placed one in her entryway. especially not so close in proximity to the stairs. the reason to which she was now trapped, as she'd come down to grab her morning coffee. her attention focused everywhere and nowhere, and sure as fuck not looking up at her ceiling to check for traps. a trap cassian finds her in, with an almost taunting smirk upon his face.
❛ did you do this ... ❜ words a husky question: as sleep wraps around every couture of her voice. settled deep into her very skin. honestly all she wanted was coffee, she could smell it wafting from the kitchen. the very essence that had pulled her from the warm sheets and comforting embrace of slumber. but now she was trapped in Melitta's spell. with an almost gloating blonde stood before her. his very attitude answer enough to her previous question. and truthfully, she had to give him credit for his trick. small bouts of laughter ripping free from her dry throat, as she runs a hand through sleep curled hair. ❛ you know if you wanted a kiss, you didn't have to trap me .... ❜ her words proof of how sleepy she still was. given there was no tease behind them, just light truth. as her dark brow raises. waiting for him to step closer, and release her. and take the kiss he seemed to want so bad, he'd used the mistletoe against her. [ and sure she would admit she wanted it too. maybe not as much as her coffee, but close enough. ] ❛ or ya gonna be a pussy and just stand there all day !! ❜