#cava1ier

send “🌿🍒” (or “mistletoe”) for my muse’s reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse 

She had noticed mistletoe hanging multiple times throughout the night and she had been careful where she stepped. But whether it's accident or by design that they happened under one at the same time, she isn't objected to it. One kiss was harmless enough. Dare a little fun. She had held her coup clutch to her chest for the past hour. Only lifting it to her lips for a sip. Now with her elbow unbent, it's out of mind. She leans in as if to confide. An intrepid hand reaches for him. Thumb to his collar and beckoning him to lower to her. "I'd be okay if you kissed me."

❝ i demand surrender by a show of force. ❞ the grand marshal peers down at the fancifully garbed guests in distain. the decorative mask and sleek artistic armour was designed specifically for these bothersome parties she was forced to attended. ❝ my strategies are for the battlefield. i leave the politics to you. ❞

The knight regards the other with a soft chitter, mandibles clacking behind the helmet he wore in a sort of grotesque laugh. The Admiral was an interesting one to be certain, but then again so weren't the other humans he had encountered.

She knew letting the Admiral have far more alcohol than he should hadn't been the smartest of ideas, but trying to convince the man otherwise was like pulling teeth. The Twi'lek merely laughs at his ridiculous question, her lekku swinging slightly with the motion before she lets out a sigh.