#𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉- 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 . 𝒢𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹?

[ask-lea-the-sassassin]

|| @lightcfthemoon​ ||

The feeling of a body colliding with his own throws him off, his hands immediately reacting on instinct to grab onto whatever was nearby to try and steady himself- unfortunately, that meant the person who had run into him when he wasn’t looking. He doesn’t even realize what’s happening before it’s too late, his head whipping to attention a second too slow as he practically pulls the being into an embrace on his unfortunate descent to the floor. All he can see is a blur of cobalt and teal before his backside crashes into the hard surface of the ground, causing his vision to jump as he visibly winces- lips pulling back as he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

It takes him a moment to come to his senses, blinking wildly at the one who walked into him by accident only to be met with the surprised face of Isa, staring back at him- trapped in his arms. 

His eyebrows raise in equal parts mild shock and confusion and he tears his gaze away in a brief attempt to buy himself time to think- on the whole, Lea had taken the brunt of the fall so he counted himself lucky there but...what the hell was Isa doing? It was unlike him to be so...clumsy.

The thought was interrupted by his eyes catching on the pale green bushel overhead tied with a red ribbon. For a moment, all he does is stare at the mistletoe- 

Until his lips curl into a mischievous smirk and he casts his attention back to the captive male. A single word running through his head.

Vengeance.

His hand catches hold of Isa’s chin, his index and thumb keeping the other’s face in place gently as he draws nearer with his own. From this close of proximity, the rest of the room is eaten entirely by the visage of Lea and his wild red locks, eyelashes casting shadows against his high crested cheekbones as he fixed the other with an evil and playful hooded gaze. “Well isn’t this a surprise? Bad luck for you, Isa. You just had to crash into me underneath the mistletoe, didn’t you?”

The words come out almost like a purr, a chuckle trickling out from his grinning face. Whether or not he knows it was on purpose is anyone’s guess, but he wants to deflect his own embarrassment in the best way he knows how- putting it on someone else. Something he often did when he was a kid until it was flipped back around on him, for now though- he had the advantage, and he was going to take it.

The former assassin closed the distance, ensnaring Isa’s lips in his own in a very gentle and quick kiss- but one that seemed to linger. His own nerves rattling somewhere inside of him at the touch, heart leaping into his throat even as he pulls away. His cheeks dusted with the faintest of rose even through that grin of his, letting go of Isa’s chin and relinquishing his embrace over him. His gaze never leaving, watching expectantly in curiosity and amusement.