❛❛ If mistletoe appears in my one-meter vicinity, I’ll burn it. ❜❜ from Bal
freya grimaced. this was a season for her to be slightly more miserable than she typically allowed, but with all the mistletoe and christmas being advertised as a holiday for loved ones, she found her frustration very justified. how long had it been since her family ( sans her mother and her dead brothers ) had been in one place without it being because of one crisis or another? twenty years? no, likely more. it had been before she had been serious about paris. so maybe thirty? not that it mattered; she had not seen the object of her heart's desire in an even longer time.
“ mistletoe, ” she started as she crossed her arms and let her face fall into a frown, “ it's really everywhere this year, isn't it? i don't think it was quite this bad last year, truthfully. ”
somewhere in the back of her mind, a light giggle ( one that was too claude for her taste ) rang out and she groaned as she rubbed her temples. she should look into banning mistletoe from this city. she did not feel romantic, felt a little heartbroken if she was more honest with herself, and it was her city.
sighing, she continued. “ thankfully, my housekeeper did not decorate with it; i'd hate having to move because of a plant, ” she finished, her voice nearly cheery now --- even though she was quite serious.