mistletoe .
the petite angel was wondering the hallways of the luxurious kingdom of god, watching as angels flew about to prepare everything for the upcoming pitchmas cheer, seeing the kingdom light up in colorful fashion with decorations a plenty filling the walls up. everyone was excited for this time of year, the blue angel herself saw no joy in the celebration as it felt like a distraction from life’s troubles, a pitiful attempt to make things seem less bland and horrid. how could any celebrate pitchmas? celebrate at the feet of god? that left an awful taste in her mouth. and yet here she was standing below a mistletoe with the red angel with cheeks redder then the streaks in lasafam’s hair.
“ i... suppose it is tradition in which i must...abide... ”
getting onto the tips of her leather shoes she places her delicate hands upon the angel’s face and gives him a gentle kiss on his lips before letting go, letting the heels of her shoes to rock her a bit as she swung her arms away to her sides, feeling her cheeks warm with an unfamiliar sensation.
