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Zeon Mistletoe or Duck for Cover with your yuletide lover

1) Haman had arrive several days ago, but has kept to herself, and her team, since they came aboard the White Chalice. But tonight, you might see her strolling around the ship, quiet but observantly watching the festivities. She is carrying an unmarked box in her arms, and even here and there, and takes out a sprig of mistletoe and hangs it up in doorways, and lounges. Even on some people's quarter's door. In the hanger, she hangs them from some mechs, in the medical ward, and even on the bridge. There is mistletoe everywhere...
Find out Who she is, and what shes up to

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2) Share a kiss under the mistletoe with your sweetie or a complete stranger.

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"Don't worry about it, Haman. I made the same mistake when I first arrived here," the Red Comet answered, as she turned back. "Turn left up here. You'll see a sign on the wall that will lead you to it."

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Haman didn't this feeling that was growing inside her.

She pushed him along in silence, following the sounds of merriment there where no doubt the sign of a rather crowded party.

Suddenly this seemed like a bad idea.

Char, on the other hand, didn't notice Haman's hesitance. This was her idea, after all. When they'd reach the entrance to the mess hall, Char pulled his loose-fitting clothes - far from the formality he was sure everyone was used to seeing him in - tighter around around his body. "A shame I can't dance in my condition," Char commented, suddenly reminded of the torturous dance Alessandra performed.

"I don't feel like dancing anyways. How can anyone when my feet feel like lead on this planet?" She sighed aloud. "Next time we dance, let it be in space. At home..." if you and I ever have something we can call home again...

Char stays quiet for a while. Haman said she wanted to dance with him, and it sounded rather sweet the way she said it. "I'll definitely take a raincheck on that," Char responds quietly, raising his head to look up into her eyes. "Though I wouldn't mind having drink or two with you. I can do that much."

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"Alright." She nodded, his his eyes locked her, fire ran down Haman's spine, and she looked away quickly and pushed the chair into the party.

As they entered the party, making a beeline for the bar was easy enough. And with Char in a wheelchair people moved out of the way with out much trouble. With out hesitation she shouted out to the bartender to get his attention.

Haman yelling at a bartender... something he expected. She was certainly impatient enough. But when they received their drinks, Char motioned for Haman to wheel him up towards a table, where they could talk in private.

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Finally sitting down, at a table in the back corner of the room, Haman felt relieved. This many strangers was putting her on edge, she made sure to sit with her back to the wall, before she sipped her drink.
"If this is the only Christmas I even spend on Earth, it will still be one to many."

Char sipped his drink quietly, frowning at her comment. "Even if it is the first one we have spent together in over a year, Haman?" Char asked, linefacing.

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Haman stirred her drink, and fidgeted under his gaze.
"You know I don't like it here. I don't know how you deal with it so easily. People like us, where not made to be here" She pointed at him as she said this. " I didn't come all this way just to spend Christmas with you. I'm here because Separatists tried to kill you and are on the loose with stolen weapons. Don't get a bit head over the k-ki..." She couldn't even say it aloud. Instead she sipped her cocktail, the same pink color as her hair, and her cheeks.

"I deal with it because Mineva asked me to," Char answered. But her denial made him smirk a bit. "If you insist, Haman," he answered, almost rolling his eyes. "But somehow, I think your actions so far have spoken for themselves."

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"Oh be quiet." She said coldly, giving his a look of annoyance.
Wordlessly she surrendered, and admitted guilt with her eyes alone. One hand came off her glass and reach out timidly for his.

"I'm still angry with you, don't forget. But Sometimes, Duty and Desire are one in the same."

The look on her face was all he needed to see. His hand wrapped around hers - still as cold now as it was before - and his eyebrow raised at her words. "Desire, Haman?" he repeated, and smirked. "You really haven't changed. I'm glad you haven't."

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The corners of her lips where touched by a warm, private smile. For a long moment she sat in a comfortable silence, her eyes lingering on their hands.

"Really, you think so? Sometimes I have a hard time remember who we used to be...."

"I do, Haman. But you were young then, and it might not have been right. But things have changed now," he said, his thumb stroking the back of her fingers as his hand closed a bit tighter around hers. "You're still the same Haman I loved back then, and yet... you're rebuilding Zeon, have the admiration of everyone on Axis, and are raising Mineva to become a great ruler. So much has changed, and yet, so little has changed. Strange how that works."

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Haman tried to reach back in her mind, reminiscing on the innocent way she had loved him so dearly back then. How she had thought he was the only one in the whole universe that could understand her.
"Do you really think? I mean... about Minerva? I worry sometimes, that what I'm doing is wrong. People whisper the cruelest thing when they think I'm not listening." She shook her head, but took solace in the physical contact. She didn't not pull away.

Char nodded. "As much as you idolize the Zabi family, even you have to realize that the way Gihren Zabi was running the Principality of Zeon was destroying it from within. We can't survive with constant warmongering. Mineva is turning out kind and benevolent. A place Spacenoids can be proud of, instead of afraid."

Char stroked the back of her hand again, and sighed. "Delaz is proof enough that a good portion of Zeon wants to go to war again. But even if you're still mourning your father, we just can't afford to do it now. We don't have the numbers or the funds. That's why we need help."

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"There are many things I'd like a mourn, my Father among them, but I know this isn't the time, nor the place. When peace can be restored, when Mineva is old enough to control things on her own, when Zeon is strong, and our independence as Spacenoids is fully accepted, only then will it be time to mourn everything we lost to gain our objectives." She looked away, her gaze seemed lost, and cold, as if the cosmos themselves dwelled inside her. "I am scared to think what those days will be like, if I am still alive to see them."

Char's eyes narrowed. "You can't think like that," he said, rather boldly. "Spacenoids will have their independence, and we'll be the ones to give it to them. And we'll start by removing the Titan threat."

He lightly squeezed her hand. "But we can't do it without help."

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"Obviously." She sighed. The war for peace had been longer than her life, and still they could not end the fighting. "I know, Char. There is still much work to be done before anyone can be free. My duty to this will always supersede anything else, we have fought to long and hard to give up, but sometimes I wonder if we will be martyrs to the cause, or live to see it's fruition. I would like time to mourn our losses, both the lives we've lost, and the years that have been devoured." Sipping her drink, she added. "I don't want Mineva to grow up the way we had to."

"Mineva has lost both of her parents, as well as almost every other member of her family. She needs you," Char answered. "That's why we have to win. Both for the freedom of spacenoids, and for her. She can't lose you, too."

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As Haman mentally digested this, she thought, for only a moment, what life would be like in peace. Would She and Char retire from piloting and raise Mineva as their own, with love and adoration, and the joy of family every child deserves?

She ginned at the absurdness of the idea.

"Can you imagine me trying to cook dinner? Or doing dishes?" She shook her head and laughed the smallest amount.
"Thanks, sometimes I too need a little inspiration for the cause, but it's not something I can go around talking to someone about. To see me doubt would cause others to doubt my leadership. Having power really isn't what it's cracked up to be."

On one hand, it was Char's fault Garma and Kycilia Zabi were dead. On the other... Mineva was much better off in Haman's care. Even Garma would have turned Mineva as hateful as he was, and he was one of the more tame members of their family.

"Just a little bit longer, Haman," Char replied. "Soon, Mineva will be old enough to take over. Just five more years."

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"Five more years...?" And even when that did happen her duty wouldn't be over, and neither would his.

"She'll be thirteen, then. But we still have many years of fighting ahead of us."

Zeon Mistletoe or Duck for Cover with your yuletide lover

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We broke the layout with out endless love fest

Indeed we did.

This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend.

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Late tag. :( Sorry, New Years party and all that.

Its ok I was partying too!

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