Mistletoe Shenanigans Open Post

[desertions]

Suddenly there's mistletoe above you! And someone is stuck under you! And neither one of you can move until you kiss! Shenanigans abound, basically.

I'll be throwing in my muses so feel free to tag them, or leave blank comments with people you want to play and I will give them people! There are no rules here, only fun and silly holiday kissing.

Enjoy!!!

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[easily]

It's definitely something to be concerned about, the fact that they can't be compelled -- but Rebekah's not really focused on that at the moment. This is far from the first time she's kissed another girl -- she's lived a long time, that doesn't come without some experimentation. But this feels different than curiosity or mild attraction. It's something stronger, almost electric. Perhaps it's because Quinn's the first girl she's allowed herself to truly get close to in a long, long time (always traveling with her brothers didn't leave a long time for a lot of girlfriends). It could be a lot of things. But she doesn't care about the reasons at the moment -- what she cares about it how good it feels and how even though she doesn't know exactly how this started?

She doesn't want it to end.

Which is why she steps in closer to Quinn now, letting one of her hands slip from her cheek up to her hair, tangling itself there.

[admissions]

But it does end, as the sound of a car speeding past the house jolts Quinn out of whatever spell had a hold of her. She breaks away from the kiss, leaning back just enough to avoid another peck of Rebekah's lips, still caught up in the other girls limbs — not that her hands are free of guilt, still draped about Rebekah's neck.

"What the hell just happened?"

[easily]

"I don't know."

Which is disconcerting -- to say the least. Rebekah doesn't like to feel like she isn't in control of her actions -- but she can't say she completely minded either. As evidenced by the way she hasn't tried to untangle herself from the other girl yet.

[admissions]

Finally, after a moment, Quinn steps back and drops her arms, fiddling awkwardly with the hem of her dress just to give her restless hands something to do.

"That wasn't— I mean, it couldn't have been compulsion. You can't compel anyone who's on vervain, right?"

[easily]

"I can't. And I certainly can't be compelled."

So whatever had done this had the power to sway an Original, it isn't comforting, to say the least.

[admissions]

"Then what—"

She begins to ask, but her eyes catch sign of the offending plant dangling from the ceiling above them. It couldn't have... Could it?

[easily]

Rebekah allows her eyes to follow Quinn's, looking above them.

"There much be a witch around -- someone must of enchanted it."

[admissions]

"I thought Originals were immune to magic."

Or so she let herself believe. The topic of magic had never really been addressed whenever they would get into talking about the various vampiric perks Rebekah possessed. She just assumed that being unaffected by magic was one of them.

[easily]

"Not at all. I wish."

Magic's been a pain in her ass on more than one occasion. "Though our mother was a witch it didn't leave us with any sort of immunity -- our lives would be much easier if it had."

[admissions]

"Hold on," Quinn holds up her hands. Both pieces of information are news to her, contradicting her assumptions. "Your mother was a witch. Wouldn't that make you, if you hadn't been turned, one too?"

[easily]

Rebekah nods her head a little. "I would of been, most likely. I was turned before I really learned how to access my powers."

[admissions]

"Do you think if you found a way to become human, that you'd be a witch again? Or is there something about being a vampire for so long that would sort of void any of that potential?"

She doesn't mean to pry, but she's curious. It's a part of her best friend's history that she wasn't previously aware of.

[easily]

"I'd assume the potential would still be there, but there's no way to know for sure."

It beats the idea of just being human and defenseless though.