as_damaged | ☤ twenty-nine

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☤ twenty-nine

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[Cameron is an atheist, but in some ways she's all for the holidays. They're an excuse to be happy. Sometimes you need one. So she doesn't think anything of the Christmas decorations everywhere, on buildings and lampposts, garlands around doorways and lights in the trees. How she makes it into work without being assaulted by smooches is anyone's guess. But she does.

Her luck? Her luck is bound to change, at work, after work, on her way home, wherever you might like to imagine you might encounter her.]

[ooc; SCREAM please. imagine this was hours ago ;_; we've company from out of town so my computer access has not been optimal today |D ilu all. um. open for EVERYONE, srsly, the more the merrier imo >D backdating is likely sob sorry ILOVEYOUPOLY

ETA; 3 am where did you come from. more when i'm awake ;.; <333]

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[Finishing up the last of his errands is no easy task for Caspian. Kissing runs rampant and the mistletoe itself appears to be smart. It sprouts when you least expect it, making the streets appear 'normal' because it knows when to take people by surprise. He intends to make it home on time, to prepare for tonight's party, but Caspian is not so rude as to pass Cameron without saying hello.]

Cameron?

[Once she was known as Allison. These days he has fallen into the habit of her colleagues. They are infectious like that.]

[Hearing her name makes her pause to see who's called it, and the crowds are thankfully starting to thin.]

Caspian!

[He gets a warm smile; even if she's trying to hurry home and avoid anymore mistletoe incidents, friends are always worth stopping for.]

How are you?

[There's something they can agree on...for better or worse. Eventually he meets her at her side, walking along.]

Well. Preparing for tonight. And yourself?

Just trying to get home at this point. [There's a little sigh, more weary than annoyed.] It's been a long day.

[She glances over to see if he catches her drift. Certainly given the infestation-- mistletoe is a parasite, isn't it?-- he must have had a few brushes beneath it.]

I know what you mean.

[Though she sighs he can't help but smile. This is why they're safe walking under open sky instead of an awning or something, right?

Wrong. They are not the only ones with a mistletoe problem, and someone ends their own by tossing a hat with sprig tucked under the hat band out their window. It lands on the metaphorical crown of Caspian X.]

What--

[Open air certainly seems like it ought to be safe, and she's pretty much lulled into a false sense of security when the hat comes flying. Honestly her first reaction is to marvel at the unintentional good aim of whoever threw it.

Her next reaction, simultaneous with the first but ungoverned by her rational mind, is to stop in her tracks and reach out to cup Caspian's cheek in one hand, turning his face toward her.]

[Brown eyes glance in her direction but that becomes a useless expression because she turns his face anyway. Putting two and two together doesn't take long. There's a hat on his head and now Cameron has...a look. In his mind Caspian thinks to himself. No not again. But there are many many many...many worse people to kiss than Allison Cameron. This doesn't stop him from trying to fight the urge, mind, neither does it mean he can overcome it.]

I am sorry.

[He whispers quickly before taking Cameron tightly in his arms and kissing her. It is not a chaste kiss. Some call it a fairytale kind of affair, the final kiss between heroes after they've triumphed over evil.]

[Storybook romance has not worked out so well for Cameron so far; not for lack of trying. Good King Caspian has played the dashing rescuer to her damsel in distress more than once, though their friendship has lacked a romantic dimension.

At the moment, though, she can see the appeal; and before she really knows what's happening, her fingers are twined in his hair, eyes shut as she returns the kiss.]

[Fingers in his hair only encourage the Telmarine to pull back a breath's width before angling towards her again, this time pressing harder and perhaps brushing the tip of his tongue along her lip. At this proximity she can be glad he hasn't decided to grow a beard yet, or would that make their exchange a little more legal? Of course Caspian is eighteen now, barely. What they can both be glad for is the fact that not once does Caspian think: Chase will kill me.]

[Chase certainly wouldn't appreciate this, if he knew. Not that he really has a right to any jealousy; and at the moment, cursed and caught in a wholly non-intellectual moment, he's the farthest thing from her mind as her lips part to allow a little gasp. Her other arm has somehow ended up around his waist without any conscious input on her part, drawing him in as she presses forth, catching his lower lip in hers.]

[And finally, finally, when he is in her clutch so to speak, Caspian snaps to his senses though he doesn't snap out of her grasp. He pulls back just enough to stare at her.]

I...I...

[Gee. What does one say in this situation.]

I am very sorry.

[It takes her a moment more to break free of the City's magic, blinking, not quite sure what's going on.]

No-- it's, I.

[She should probably let him go. That would be a good place to start. Reddening a little, she does, hands held up briefly between them as she disbelievingly considers the last few moments.]

Not your fault. At all. It's fine. I'm sorry.

That's right, it is not your fault either.

[He parrots because well it sounded like something good to add. Broken free of each other's grasps he tucks his hands behind his back as if this is a gesture of his innocence and good will.]

[She nods, still not quite sure what to say. This might have managed not to be awkward if it hadn't been so intense; it's the loss of control that keeps leaving her shaken.]

Right.

[She takes a deep breath.]

I should...

[Lamely she makes a gesture down the street.]

[He says almost too quickly but for the same awkward reason.]

Me too.

If you have time do come by our new home, otherwise I wish you a good day.

[Awkwardness doesn't mean he can't still be a gentleman! Caspian nods once, even bending at the waist in a casual bow before taking a step back. Then another, and turning in the opposite direction regardless if that's the direction he needs to go in.]

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☤ twenty-nine

after work (where Chase can't spy)

after work (where Chase can't spy)

after work (where Chase can't spy)

after work (where Chase can't spy)

after work (/also watching Hameron down below)

after work (i-it's kind of amazing. i love this curse)

after work (so do I, so do I |D)

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