[He remembers the light in her, yes, but at sixteen she was lit with something wicked and sharp. Not that he's... necessarily going to object to variations on the theme just now.
The mistletoe is still curling across the paintwork, trailing down the light fitting, shedding little green leaves as it catches itself up. But this isn't curse induced. There's nothing forced in his settling over her, kissing her and then catching a moment, startled, as the plate finally rolls off the edge of the table, and clatters, and a puppy's scratchy claws skitter across the kitchen floor to retrieve his share of cookies.
Chase grins, his hand caught across her collarbone, fingertips just edging under cloth.]
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The mistletoe is still curling across the paintwork, trailing down the light fitting, shedding little green leaves as it catches itself up. But this isn't curse induced. There's nothing forced in his settling over her, kissing her and then catching a moment, startled, as the plate finally rolls off the edge of the table, and clatters, and a puppy's scratchy claws skitter across the kitchen floor to retrieve his share of cookies.
Chase grins, his hand caught across her collarbone, fingertips just edging under cloth.]
Oops. Don't bite my head off.