#muiises

“i’m not mad,” she said quickly, like she needed to get it out before anything else could be said. there was this quiet aftermath from their argument earlier, the kind that just sat there. heavy and unresolved. she felt stupid about the whole thing, honestly. she always did this. showed all of her emotions at once, let everything spill out. she knew she was too sensitive for her own good. sage kept herself moving, trying to stay distracted, focusing on whatever work she could find for herself. it was harder to just talk about it for some reason, like the words wouldn’t come out right even if she tried. she kept her face buried in some mail about a new product coming to her dispensary, eyes locked on it like it mattered more than anything else in the room. “i’m just — busy." it was a lie. “you know how crazy work has been.” hardly sticking but she said it anyway. “i’m not mad,” she doubled down, “i don’t even care anymore.” another blatant lie, and she knew it. still trying to keep herself distracted, still pretending like they weren’t standing just feet away from her.

xavier stepped in closer, close enough that the mistletoe brushed his hair when he dipped his head. he splayed a palm against the doorway frame, the other settling on the small of raven's back to draw her in. the party noise behind him faded to white noise, just like it always did when he found his next fixation. and raven was already catnip. "if this is my one shot, you might as well hold still," he said, then bent to brush his lips against her cheekbone first, then found her mouth, hovering. just pausing just outside her space, letting her close the final distance if she wanted. power games, even under mistletoe. especially under mistletoe. "still want that kiss?" he asked, though his body was already tilting forward, already committing to whatever chaos this would bring.

Hands extend to wrap in the other’s, pulling himself into their orbit, staring as his thumbs, stained with a variety of colors, travel so gentle over their knuckles. Soft breath is exhaled, and he’s very tempted to fall into a position of prayer, his forehead against their knees. “Y-you’re, you’re imp-port-tant t-to, to me.”

Vince: everything feels like it's been missing something lately

aaron: don't wait up??

“Por favor.” He said in a feeble attempt to catch her attention. His comical ways would always get a rise out of her. He only hoped it would work this time.

sephora stood against the wall, arms comfortably crossed against her own chest as her gaze was settled on the male across the room. “ --is there any particular reason why you wanted me to come over right away? we already had plans to meet up later today anyway. “

“You ever been mixin' like crazy... you ain’t mean what you said?” He was scratching the back of his neck in the process of his subtle explanation, a shocked expression etched firmly onto his face. “’Cause-- when I told you I loved you last night... that shit was a dub. It was the Henny talking. I think. I mean... I don’t really know, sis.”