SLEEPING BEAUTIES EPILOGUE: THE KISS

[yourkeepers]

[For all your kissing needs.]

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[fifty]

The messenger is sprawled out across a few cushions in the lounge quite haphazardly--having been dropped out of the sky by the vines, his sleeping position doesn't exactly look like the most comfortable situation, and his hands and neck are scratched up where his clothing doesn't cover them. He looks peaceful enough, though--it's rare not to see him moving, especially in a calm way.

[subtleserenity]

Brimstone raises her brow at the sight of the fairest changeling. She's still just a little incredulous that kissing is what's meant to wake them, but she owes him. And she's come to the lounge looking for people to help after the library. She sighs, then leans down and places a brief kiss on his lips. Lucky no true love need be involved in this.

[fifty]

He wakes up quickly enough--or his eyes open, anyway, and his brain pushes itself into motion a few moments after as he slowly processes the situation at hand. His face colors, slightly, though for the moment he mostly looks confused, pushing the dead vines away so he can sit up.

"Uh," he begins, uncertainly. "Did you just...?"

[subtleserenity]

Her mouth draws to a thin line. Of course that's the answer. Of course. She's more than a little annoyed having learned the vines were Mason's doing and now there's this. "Rise and shine, Sleepin' Beauty," she replies simply, the allusion coming to her easily, though she has no idea what it's supposed to mean. The fairest messenger is attractive after his way, but she's not particularly interested in romance just at the moment.

"Don't take any meanin' from it. Think Mason thought it'd be funny." She rises and offers a hand to help him up. "He's the one set those vines loose."