Open Mistletoe Shenanigans

[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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[laywaste]

[So the Mikaelsons threw a Christmas party at the Abattoir while Tamsin is doing her walkabout and learning to fly on her own. She hasn't seen Rebekah in a while, not since she came clean about her dying. Since then she's died, started over, and found that she didn't really like the person she used to be, but as the memories came back there's one thing that came back clear as day.

Rebekah.

She met Rebekah the first time right after she died. When she was trying to find her place in the world and who she was supposed to be in it. She became her princess. Her purpose. And while she knows that some of the things she and Rebekah did together were terrible, being with her felt right. She wants to try and find that feeling again.

When she finds her in the party, she strides through the room with a purpose, only one thing on her mind. She glances up to the mistletoe above her, taking a few steps in before bringing her in for a soft kiss.

If she was talking to anyone, she really doesn't care. Whoops.]

[easily]

[Luckily for Tamsin Rebekah has briefly returned to New Orleans. Mostly it's to help her brothers find a way to take their mother and father down but in the mean time they throw a party because it is Christmas after all.

She doesn't expect to see Tamsin again so soon -- they periodically find one another through the years, as immortal beings tend to -- but it's often a while between sightings.

Still she doesn't complain when the other woman finds her underneath the mistletoe -- nor does she find her when she presses her lips against hers. She's always had a soft spot for Tamsin, the one person who had tried to rescue her. Her prince.

She had been talking to Elijah but he'll just have to wait. Oops.]

[laywaste]

[Elijah is just going to have to deal. And deal he will once he actually looks up and realized why Tamsin did what she did. But there will be a very put-upon sigh to boot, and after holding the kiss for a long moment, she'll eventually pull back and glance over to him with a nod.]

Elijah.

[He'll return that with a nod of his own.]

Tamsin.

[There is a beat, before ... ]

I believe I will get myself another drink. Rebekah?

[The question is "Do you want one?" not "Are you coming?", for the record.]

[easily]

Get me one too.

[And once her brother has gone off for that task she turns back to Tamsin with a smile.]

That's a way to say hello.

[laywaste]

[She smiles a bit awkwardly as Elijah takes his leave, before giving a bit of a shrug, hands pressed together in front of her chest and elbows out. If anything, she seems younger than she was the last time Rebekah saw her - more in her mannerisms than her actual physical appearance. It's all a bit reminiscent of when they first met, only Tamsin was a lot more confident then.]

Guess I felt like making an entrance.

[easily]

[It is almost remarkable the way Tamsin looks younger -- like the girl who had rescued her from that tower centuries ago. She can't help but smile at it.]

Well you certainly managed to do that.

[laywaste]

[She smiles shyly, before glancing around the room, taking everything in.]

So. Looks like a big party.

[easily]

My family never does anything half assed.

[laywaste]

So I see.

[She nods a bit.]

Could use some more dancing, though.

[easily]

[Rebekah holds her hand out to Tamsin with a grin.] Let's fix that, then.

[laywaste]

[Tamsin is all too happy to grin as well, taking Rebekah's hand and letting her lead the way to the dance floor.]

[easily]

[Rebekah places a hand on Tamsin's waist, stepping in close as the music morphs into something a little slower.]

It was a nice surprise, you showing up here tonight. We don't get a lot of those around here.

[laywaste]

[She moves in closer as well, enjoying the proximity as well.]

I missed you.

[The hows and whys are a little hazy still, but Rebekah was a big enough part of her previous life that the longing for her broke through the rest. Exposure and time will bring back the memories themselves, like it did for Bo and Kenzi.]

[easily]

I missed you as well.

[There are few constant in Rebekah's life but she knows eventually she sees Tamsin again, one way or another. It's nice, to have something or someone you can rely on through things.]

[laywaste]

[She gives a small smile at that before her eyes find Klaus in the crowd.]

I'm sure he isn't thrilled to see me, though. Not that I really care.

[easily]

Oh, he never is. He's probably bitter he's never been able to kill you, you know. [Like he does everyone else Rebekah gets close to.]

[laywaste]

[She can't help the sneer that comes with that. Almost a bit like her old self in a way.]

Yeah, well, if he wants to try, he better up his game.

[easily]

But it's always so amusing when he tries.

[Maybe it's not right, but Rebekah does enjoy watching someone who can disable her brother the way Tamsin can. ]

[laywaste]

[She smirks at that before nodding.]

I've been hanging out with this succubus lately - she kind of hates the Dark, but I think she wouldn't mind me indulging those tendencies on him - and kicking him in the balls for good measure.

[easily]

I feel few people would hold it against you, really.

[laywaste]

I always wonder when he's going to master the fine art of making friends he doesn't have to threaten loyalty from.

[A beat.]

Him and the Morrigan would get along really well.

[easily]

Or awfully. I'm not sure we should introduce them

[laywaste]

[Tamsin takes a moment to reconsider those words before nodding again in agreement.]

Yeah, that's probably for the best.

[easily]

[And then she switches the subject because she'd rather not talk about her brother right now.] How long are you planning on staying?

[laywaste]

[She gives a half shrug as she glances around the rest of the party.]

I'm on walkabout. Trying to figure out who the new me is.