oh dear god

[unweaving]

Lady A's Christmas Chaos!!!

Saving the world from assholes dressed like a sofa is hard work, and even heroes need to let loose. What better time than the festive season? So what if you're in a world where Christianity isn't a thing! It's time to don your ugliest Christmas sweater, put on your dancing shoes, and tell those around you just how much you love tolerate them. Dance, sing, bone down on the couch, get so drunk on eggnog you puke on the carpet -- Aranea doesn't care, she's way too smart to do his in her own damn house! GET TO PARTYING.

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[noodledream]

[ Ignis isn't the only one who never does things halfway and Gladio takes the invitation offered to him, lips parting as he deepens the kiss, tongue tangling with the other man's in teasing play while his hand remains cupped against Ignis' jaw, holding him in place with a gentle but firm grip.

But he's all too aware of where they are and the very obvious fact that they're far from alone. Which is why, when he's whetted his appetite with just a taste, he slowly pulls back, his eyes dark and intent, focused on Ignis' face to gauge his reaction. ]

[newrecipe]

[Ignis is as composed as ever when they part, with only a few very slight differences-- his lips have brightened, flushed, and his eyes seem sharper as he raises his glass once more, studying Gladio's face in turn.]

Interesting.

[noodledream]

[ Gladio just arches an eyebrow at that reaction, smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips. His gaze takes in the flush of color in Ignis' cheeks and the look in his eyes and his grin widens. ]

Oh?

[newrecipe]

[He clears his throat softly before he inclines his head towards the hallway, drink still in hand as he turns neatly on his heel and begins to walk towards the corridor.]

Gladiolus, a word.

[noodledream]

[ Gladio just gives a quiet, scoffing laugh. ]

Ignis, you never stop at just one word.

[ But that doesn't mean he doesn't follow him anyway. ]