The Mother of All Logs

[steelweb]

WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings


Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!

Comments

[badnewsboy]

[he isn't quite sure how to take that. he hadn't been complimented that much, but then he hadn't needed to—but the fact still was that he hadn't, and it threw him just a little. and then she's leaning in to tap the crown on his head.]

It keeps my head safe from the axes, m'lady. The face was merely for practice in case my ax-expression was needed for future generations.

[coimiceoir]

[Whoops. Too close? Fewer hands near the face, then. This shall be the plan.]

If it is, the future looks black for everyone! Don't set your heart on that fate just yet.

[So much for the silver tongues of her folk. That was much grimmer and serious than she meant it to be. Wait, maybe she can salvage that.]

I would say that it normally serves a different purpose than shielding your head. I might say that it means noble blood runs in you.

[badnewsboy]

[that was a tease, wasn't it? she's poking fun at him! well, it had lightened the mood enough for him to make it malleable. his shoulders relax a bit.

he holds his hand to his chest and manages to make a very convincing fake surprised face.]

I'm appalled and hurt you think of me as such. Much of my time and energy is put into thought of future generations. Noble blood of the gods is quite different, you see, but it matters little.

[coimiceoir]

[He's appalled that she thinks him noble? Well that's... confusing - and it shows. It was meant as a compliment. But it's his last sentence that catches her attention.]

The blood of gods runs in you? Heroes are often born of the gods, in my people. They have great destinies.

[badnewsboy]

[well, it doesn't quite matter to him either way. he knows of what he is, he's a god and he's Loki, one of which would probably be impressive and the latter ... which usually just got him into trouble. his blood actually went back further, though he knew little of it, to the first beings who roamed the earth.]

My great destiny would depend on who's mouth was telling the story, m'lady.

[coimiceoir]

[She brushes her fingertips along the nearly-forgotten book cover.]

The bards will sing the songs, but you're the one who writes them. What do you say?

[badnewsboy]

I say the bards have very imaginative imaginations. They craft stories that not even the gods remember.

[he smiles easily, looking pleased with himself.]

[coimiceoir]

[She's starting to relax more, her laugh ringing more freely.]

That's why they're the teachers! They have to find ways of keeping things interesting for people who don't want to learn the lessons. But they still have to base the stories on history. Otherwise they're just making things up. You could be quite a good bard, if you wanted to.