🌿 - with muse of your choice!
🌿 to accidentally get caught this is not accidental, cherry wants mickey under the mistletoe
"It's not all about divine choirs in holy song and praising the son, you know-" Cherry hums, very matter of fact, as he slowly combs thick, luscious gold spun locks through his fingers. With Michael sat by his feet, the cherub was gleefully preening and playing with his hair, casually plaiting it, letting it fall out, winding it into curls and sweeping it back into a low pony. There was no end to the looks short, deft little fingers could gather his hair up into and Cherry was enjoying every moment of it.
The cupid, as mischievous as he could be, had quite quickly worked out that Michael, in his desire to learn everything there was to learn about mortals and their way of life, to connect with his brother Gabriel, was also very trusting. His pursuit for this knowledge meant that Cherry could claim pretty much anything was a lesson or a an experience and Michael would go along with it.
Cherry had wanted to play with his hair, it was as simple as that, so after a little creative explanation, he'd had his way and those pudgy little fingers happily sank into spun gold with a glorious tumble of gleeful giggles. He was already on his second glass of wine and the fire was so warm, but, being the good sort, despite all that mischief, Cherry does decide to pair it with some actual, factual knowledge. "The gift giving is important as well, of course, and family... family is so important around Christmas time, but there's also more to it. With it being so close to the New Year, Christmas almost feels like a time to tell truths, say what you've always wanted to say, take chances-"
With a hum he thinks aloud before glancing to his side, an idea forming, the perfect way to explain it! The wine may be helping this thought process...
"Like... this stuff" the cupid hums, plucking a small sprig of mistletoe from his mantle. The bottom wound up in red ribbon with a bow as his smile widens. "A kiss under the mistletoe, have you heard of it?" His head tilts a little, more than a little sure Michael would not. Gabriel, would most definitely. "Two people caught under mistletoe are compelled to share a kiss. So, it goes without saying, chances can be created like... this-" he hums, slowly lifting the mistletoe above their heads (only made possible with Michael sat at his feet). Then, with another sweet giggle, he leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of the angel's lips, pausing, just a moment before he pulls back. Plump cheeks more than a little pink from the wine.
