They say you don't really wanna fall in love

[lucetimods]

Who: The people of Luceti!
What: Love love love love
When: From the 11th to the 16th
Where: Within the walls of Luceti. There is no escape.
Summary: Suddenly you're in love with things you never noticed were so important to you before. Feelings, welled up inside you, are now bound to come out.
Rating: M for MUSHY

You folks know the deal. Event information is here. When people meet, they may just start falling in love when they see a trait that perks their interest. How you play it and how long it lasts is at player discretion.

Don't forget to add your tag to the log in this format: [fandom] character name

Note: A separate log will go up on the 17th for the hot springs/hotel portion of the event.

Comments

[relictusdeus]

[An understatement of the century, some might be inclined to think. But Isaac merely watches her expectantly for a moment, flashing her a thin, blood-slimed smile before clawing and cracking through the rabbit’s insides in search of its heart. It’s such a small, pathetic little thing barely amounting to a mouthful. He glances up mid-chew, a tinge annoyed at this point.]

…Are you still here? [A roll of his eyes follows.] I have seen corpses more lively.

[keyandstar]

I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.

[ Maybe it's another spell? Is she rooted to the spot once mor until they kiss like the first time they met?

The thrill that shoots through her at the thought is only half one of fear. ]

[relictusdeus]

[He glances up at her, blinking almost incredulously before a short, mirthless huff of a laugh escapes him, apologies meaningless to him regardless of who they come from. It’s impossible not to draw comparisons to their previous (and first) encounter in which she had been fixed to the spot.]

You say it as if it should concern me.

[He holds her gaze a moment longer before he takes another bite, swiping at blood trickling down his chin.]

You have had your kiss already, wench. [The word is delivered without its usual vicious, mocking edge, though he wrinkles his nose slightly at the idea of offering her another kiss as if she'd poison him at the touch. Theatrics, of course.]