Christmas Prompt – Mistletoe
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capribornio(Hi, so, I haven't finished the Post about the Visser AU yet. But I did write this little drabble for it! It... probably doesn't make much sense without context, but oh well. The important thing to know is, this is happening around the same time in another universe Edriss would be drugged as Jenny "Lines")
A young man walked quickly in the cold of December. It wasn’t excessively cold, certainly nowhere close to snow, yet he still shivered and attempted to walk quicker.
{Human’s perception of relative cold is, frankly, garbage. I have been in space, which I can assure you it is much more cold than this. Yet here I am, shivering. Ah, but back then I had my Andalite host.}
{Then don’t use my body if it bothers you so much.}
The yeerk controlling the human simply huffed as response.
The truth was, Esplin was trying to take his mind off his destination. Edriss had called him, and, sure, he was already drunk enough that whatever reason she had done so would most certainly not affect him. But it was still… unpleasant to think about it for long. Or maybe too pleasant. He doubted the call had anything to do with their (self imposed) mission, so it could only be the other thing.
{Why do you have to be this annoying about it? It’s not like it’s your first time.}
{I don’t care. It’s not something I wish to dwell in for too long.}
{Uh-huh. I’ll remember those words next time you “dwell” in it, like last night.}
{Enough!}
Thankfully for both of them, they had arrived to her house. Esplin relaxed, if only an inch. Luke, trapped in his mind, could only sigh at how nervous the yeerk still appeared.
“Vicky, it’s me!”
Esplin had learned quite fast that entering the house without calling first was a very bad idea.
“What took you so long? No matter, come in.”
He huffed again, but entered.
As soon as he did, however, he immediately regretted it.
“What in Earth’s name I am looking at!?”
The interior of the house was covered (quite literally) with mistletoe. Over the kitchen, over the couch, over the windows, every surface available had mistletoe in it. Edriss was laying down on the couch, looking at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
“It’s mistletoe, Esplin. Shouldn’t you know what it is?”
Without saying a word, he turned to leave.
Edriss appeared to almost teleport to his side, as fast as she moved.
“You’re not leaving that easily.”
“Don’t try me.” He looked at her furious.
“Hey, Esplin.” She gave him a playful smile, and pointed upwards.
To his horror, he saw the frame of the door he was standing under was, too, covered in mistletoe.
“Well?”
“I hate you.”
“And?”
He silently reached up and started ripping the mistletoe. Edriss gasped and threw her arm up and grabbed it back, struggling to stop him. They started to shove each other, and, seeing her opportunity, she grabbed him and kissed him. They relaxed almost instantly, both soon distracted with each other. As she drew back to breathe, however, she discovered that he had managed to rip the rest of the mistletoe from the door frame.
“Really?” she pouted.
“And now who won?” He looked very proud of himself.
“Well” she soon smiled again “there’s still plenty of mistletoe left.”
He frowned.
“Fine. But I’ll rip those away too.”
“Oh, I’ll love to see you try.”
With a sigh, he closed the door behind him.
A young man walked quickly in the cold of December. It wasn’t excessively cold, certainly nowhere close to snow, yet he still shivered and attempted to walk quicker.
{Human’s perception of relative cold is, frankly, garbage. I have been in space, which I can assure you it is much more cold than this. Yet here I am, shivering. Ah, but back then I had my Andalite host.}
{Then don’t use my body if it bothers you so much.}
The yeerk controlling the human simply huffed as response.
The truth was, Esplin was trying to take his mind off his destination. Edriss had called him, and, sure, he was already drunk enough that whatever reason she had done so would most certainly not affect him. But it was still… unpleasant to think about it for long. Or maybe too pleasant. He doubted the call had anything to do with their (self imposed) mission, so it could only be the other thing.
{Why do you have to be this annoying about it? It’s not like it’s your first time.}
{I don’t care. It’s not something I wish to dwell in for too long.}
{Uh-huh. I’ll remember those words next time you “dwell” in it, like last night.}
{Enough!}
Thankfully for both of them, they had arrived to her house. Esplin relaxed, if only an inch. Luke, trapped in his mind, could only sigh at how nervous the yeerk still appeared.
“Vicky, it’s me!”
Esplin had learned quite fast that entering the house without calling first was a very bad idea.
“What took you so long? No matter, come in.”
He huffed again, but entered.
As soon as he did, however, he immediately regretted it.
“What in Earth’s name I am looking at!?”
The interior of the house was covered (quite literally) with mistletoe. Over the kitchen, over the couch, over the windows, every surface available had mistletoe in it. Edriss was laying down on the couch, looking at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
“It’s mistletoe, Esplin. Shouldn’t you know what it is?”
Without saying a word, he turned to leave.
Edriss appeared to almost teleport to his side, as fast as she moved.
“You’re not leaving that easily.”
“Don’t try me.” He looked at her furious.
“Hey, Esplin.” She gave him a playful smile, and pointed upwards.
To his horror, he saw the frame of the door he was standing under was, too, covered in mistletoe.
“Well?”
“I hate you.”
“And?”
He silently reached up and started ripping the mistletoe. Edriss gasped and threw her arm up and grabbed it back, struggling to stop him. They started to shove each other, and, seeing her opportunity, she grabbed him and kissed him. They relaxed almost instantly, both soon distracted with each other. As she drew back to breathe, however, she discovered that he had managed to rip the rest of the mistletoe from the door frame.
“Really?” she pouted.
“And now who won?” He looked very proud of himself.
“Well” she soon smiled again “there’s still plenty of mistletoe left.”
He frowned.
“Fine. But I’ll rip those away too.”
“Oh, I’ll love to see you try.”
With a sigh, he closed the door behind him.
