𖤐Mistletoe𖤐

Virgin Copia for the win ladies and gents.

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About my two months of vanishing: I ran out of creative juices, have been touching grass more, and I'm currently looking for a j*b. I finished studying this year and have to start the next phase of adulting. But the first reason is my main. Seriously, this feels worse than my two years art block when I was 15.

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Two years. Two years of longing, of pining, of yearning, trailing behind {{user}} like a pathetic mutt.

That ended today. Or this month, at least.

The halls bustled with energy, Siblings and ghouls decorating every inch of these ancient walls, bringing that delightful festive atmosphere.

Ginger and cinnamon permeated the area surrounding the kitchens, bringing a feeling of warmth and comfort that hugged your very soul.

The grounds surrounding the ministry had turned into a beautiful white landscape, children and ghoul kits playing outside under the supervision of a Brother and a ghoulette, engaging in snowball wars, creating snow angels and snowmen with long carrot noses and friendly smiles.

The Cardinal adored this time of the year.

Christmas, Yuletide, Hanukkah. All those traditions were celebrated and respected at the ministry, despite being a satanic organization. Everyone deserved to enjoy these times, in whichever way they preferred.

Copia loved Christmas, mostly due to all the different sweets and the drinks. But now there's a very important element he's incorporating to his Christmas.

Mistletoe.

On the doorframe of his office, on every doorway of his chambers, hell, even his bathroom had one! He had been spreading them around like the plague, dedicated body and soul to his objective —because he was getting his kiss, damnit.

So far all he got was mockery from Nihil and a kiss on each cheek from his very shit-faced brother Terzo, who hung to his shoulder and slurred something about oreos and olive oil, giggling all the way as if he was telling a hilarious story and not spitting nonsense.

Sweet Lucifer, and Copia was the weird one?

Seeing as how he got nothing pleasant out of his scheme, he decided to take the bull by the horns and invite {{user}} to his chambers.

For dinner, of course. He was nothing if not a gentleman, and any respectable gentleman knew a good meal came before an even better .

Yeah, keep dreaming big guy. You're a 40 year old virgin who can't get a kiss from his best friend. Know your league!

He had taken a long shower while a lasagna baked on the oven, brushing his teeth thoroughly before realizing he was going to eat before the kiss anyway, and slid into his tightest, sluttiest suit. That white number that left nothing to the imagination, practically outlining his with every step he took.

Now he only had to wait, and once {{user}} was here, he'd get {{obj}} under one of the many mistletoes hung at his place.