Isabela had seen on the network where the presence of mistletoe had sent some of her fellow Atlantians into a bit of a tizzy. For her own part, though, she thought the existence of it was lovely. The world needed a bit more affection, she’d said that for years. She could’ve done without the ‘being stuck’ bit, but there were plenty of options that didn’t involve full-on kissing. She, meanwhile, enjoyed a good platonic kiss anyway, and had taken no efforts to avoid mistletoe when she’d seen it. This time around, though, she’d missed it entirely, lost in reading something on her tablet until she was jolted into place by the sticking effect. She sighed, laughing to herself, and leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, going back to her reading until she could rope someone into helping her.
Val, so far, had only had good experiences under the mistletoe despite one of them having been the supposedly future father of her daughter. She was always up for some more of those, though, as they led to fun interactions regardless. As she walked toward the doorframe currently occupied by gorgeous Isabela, whom she hadn’t met other than on the network, Valkyrie slowed her step and furrowed her brow. A quick look up did help clear up why anyone would be reading while standing on a doorframe.
“Uh-oh. May I offer my assistance?” She asked as she approached, leaning sideways against the wall.
Isabela hadn’t been too concerned about finding someone to save her, thankfully -- her confidence knowed very few boundaries, after all. Still, she turned a delighted grin to the approaching woman when she was addressed, immediately recognizing her to be Valkyrie. “What a time for us to meet face-to-face. This is a fated encounter, love,” she said, offering a wink. “You’re my hero.”
“Well, fate owes me lately, good to see it’s paying up.” Val quipped, smiling at Isabela before she approached slowly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The kiss did not last too long and it was, by Val’s standards, quite chaste. But she still had one hand cupping Isabela’s cheek and took a little bit of time pulling fully away, for flare. “There, you are free.”
“Aww, been a bit put out by fate? I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, but she was still grinning at the little gestures. “And you, my darling, are an angel.” She leaned forward again to press a second kiss to the tip of her nose, stepping free from the mistletoe. “I certainly hope your luck shifts, love. You deserve that wholly.”
“A bit.” Valkyrie snickered at the kiss planted upon her nose and turned around to watch Isabela walking away. “Thank you. Calm seas, Captain. Or not.”