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wxrldlyreflectixns said:   ‘ mistletoe ’  (From Mona @ Fischl at a party where Weiss also is cuz I'm evil)

Would it be IMMORAL of the Prinzessin to assume that there had to be a REASON why tonight had shaped up this way? Mayhaps her Revealer of Stars, Mona Megistus had glimpsed the future; Scried HAPPENSTANCE that may just have worked in thy Astrologer of Greatness’s ultimate favor? Or could it be that thy Sovereign of Immernachtreich was looking TOO DEEPLY into an alcove of endless possibilities that may or may not have ever existed in thy first place? A feeble exercise, in truth, as Oz had so counselled a great MANY a time in recent months. All that would ever truly count would be the events that eventually, actually TOOK PLACE in this here point in the Space-Time Continuum. And right this instant, Fischl had indeed forgotten ALL about the presence of her PERSISTENT LOVE RIVAL; Thy Heiress of Frost & Dust, Weiss Schnee. Instead, every last aspect of Fischl’s attention had been drawn INEXORABLY to Mein Fraulien’s CYNOSURE. In terminology more befitting her retinue: OBSESSION. And that obsession was MONA MEGISTUS. The very deity which destiny had deigned Fischl share this moment with beneath the mistletoe. “Not to place you under any duress, O’ Stargazer, but I do feel the need to bequeath onto thee AWARENESS of one’s present situation.” Verdant eyes flickered up as one hand reached out to find placement upon Mona’s hip, where Fischl’s ungloved finger traced DELICATE SNOWFLAKES through the material of Mona’s dress. Not even a thought as to WHERE EXACTLY Mona had gotten such a dress from could intrude upon this moment. “Doth this not beseech thee, per tradition to...” Fischl trailed off. But why? Was she hoping for MONA to fill in the blanks? Or had Amy momentarily LAPSED in confidence and facade?

As for that aforementioned love rival, Weiss Schnee. She... Was not having such a JOLLY time right now... Yes, Mona had SHOWN UP to the Adventurer’s Guild Holiday Soiree that Bennett had arranged, but... The question still remained: WHY? Considering Mona could presently be seen MINGLING OVER WINE with one ‘Prinzessin’ -- QUOTE. UNQUOTE. Amy was not half the human she made herself out to be. But what was Weiss to do? Bite her tongue? Cause a scene? EMBARRASS & EXPOSE HERSELF in front of every peer? Stop it? Let it happen? Nevermind. Weiss had her answer. The second Fischl’s stupid heel DIPPED BENEATH THE MISTLETOE. Mind ran wrought with all the worst kind of ideas; None of which the heiress had a CHANCE to anxiously obsess over. Fischl was already honing in like the SECRET HARLOT she was. Weiss snarled, lips peeling back and azure eyes hardening to SHIELD OF ICE. Wasting no time at all, Weiss stomped her way over to the stage. To arrive now would be as TACTLESS as it would be TRANSPARENT. No. Instead, she had to make her presence known in OTHER WAYS. Thankfully, Mona may very well have been the smartest woman she’d ever met... Sure, the Astrologist may get PISSED at the Snezhnayan, but at least -- HOPEFULLY -- She wouldn’t be kissing that BLONDE BIMBO. And so she grabbed at the mic, cleared her throat, so as to gather up the attention of everyone in the room. AHEM. Eyes scanned frantically: Needing to make DAMN SURE she caught the attention of her friend. “As many of you know, my name is Weiss Schnee, and I am the Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company.” She so began, but nerves were FIRING LIKE VOLCANOES. Had she stuttered any words? “But what some of you may not know is that, in Shneznaya, I am also a renowned singer.” She so continued. “As it is, Christmas, I thought I might perform few CHRISTMAS CAROLS for you all... So, if our amazing band would be so accommodating...” And with that they counted in her first song: Jingle Bell Rock.

                                                                                     “1... 2...                                                                                                 ...1. 2. 3. 4.”