Shipping Meme

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Welcome to the ToS Shipping Meme! The rules are simple.

1. Post your character/preferences.
2. Reply to other characters with one of the following scenarios
3. Ship it!

Remember, this is just a fun meme so you can ship things that would NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY in game. Yay for no in-character consequences to bad decisions.

SCENARIOS
1. Stupid Cupid Your characters stumble upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Berkano, which is the rune of love and new beginnings. Think Midsummer Night's Dream. Your characters may be close friends, strangers, or sworn enemies. Whatever the case is, they are now suddenly and inexplicably in complete and total love. They may or may not be aware that this makes no sense, but they can't help themselves.

2. Some Like It Hot Forget love and new beginnings. Your characters have ACTUALLY stumbled upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Kenaz, the rune of fire, passion, and sex. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Luckily, the room is prepared for that, and comes equipped with a bed. Whether or not you guys make it that far across the room is another question.

3. I Can Hear The Bells Your characters are getting married. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's to get out of marrying Tristan, maybe you're being forced into it and this ship is a little dub-con, or maybe it's because you accidentally participated in some Nysgod ritual and weren't aware of its implications. Either way, the wedding is about to happen or just has. How do you feel about that?

4. I Don't Want To Go Your character has been determined to NOT be the one for Tristan. Whether or not they like it, they're being sent home. Do they choose to spend it with a close friend, with the one they love? Or maybe, do they decide to finally tell that person they've always had a crush on just how they feel? You only have one night left, what you do with it is up to you.

5. The First Time Your characters are interested in each other and it's time to do something about it. Either the first date, the first kiss, the first I love you....or some other significant first. Whatever it is, it's definitely time to take that step. So who's going to take the initiative?

6. The Morning After Your characters definitely went at it. Maybe it's the first time, maybe they're cheating on someone, maybe it was out of anger. Whatever the case, for some reason, it was significant and you're going to have to talk about it. Good morning, Starshine! The earth says it's time for some cuddling and/or awkward conversation.

7. Potpourri Have another idea? Pregnancy, proposal, accidental body contact, trapped together, caught in the rain, hurt/comfort, etc? Go for it! Make your own scenarios up and run with them.


NOTE: Feel free to throw any mirrors into play if you're interested!

Comments

Cuthbert Allgood | The Dark Tower

[ka_mai]

#4 because I have to

[advancedbosoms]

[Cordelia Chase doesn't often cry.

Sure, it happens occasionally to anyone. You're in enough pain, your dog dies, whatever. But she's never been someone who really reacts to things with tears. She gets mad or she finds a way to fix her problem. She doesn't weep.

Except now. Waiting for Bert to come back to their room, curled on her side on their bed, she lets the tears leak onto her arm, silent sobs eventually causing her shoulders to shake.]

B'awwww!

[ka_mai]

[He comes in quietly, on bare feet. He watches her, frowning, announcing his presence with the click of the door shutting behind him. He isn't certain what to do, how to offer comfort. He's never seen her like this, so openly devastated and obvious in her pain.]

It's alright, dear heart.

[He crosses the room slowly, like a man walking to his own execution.]

[advancedbosoms]

[She shakes her head. She won't look at him, can't look at him.

Her heart is breaking so swiftly that she's sure she can hear it cracking with her own ears.]

It's not alright.

Nothing is alright. [Cordelia's red fingernails dig into the pillow beneath her, harder and harder, as if she's hoping to break through their fabric coverings.]

[ka_mai]

[He sits on the side of the bed, hands dangling between his knees.]

I know. But it will be. We knew...

[They knew it could happen. He didn't realize there would be warning, though. That they would have to suffer through the knowing first. It was so much harder this way. Like tugging a bandage slowly off of a raw wound. It was sommat that ought be done quickly and coldly and afore anyone e'en realized it was happening.]

[advancedbosoms]

I won't remember you.

[There's a beat of silence before she goes on.]

Maybe that's better. Easier. But it seems worse. Like I'm just going to be lonely for something and not know what it is. [She begins to turn, but looks away again.]

I don't want to leave, Bert.

[ka_mai]

I don't want you to leave either.

[He doesn't bother to hide the emotion in his voice. He's never been one to hide his feelings.]

I don't want you to forget me, and everything we had. I want you to stay, have a life with me. Hell, e'en if'n we have to forget when we leave here...I'd go to your world. It wouldn't be the same, but...

[They were supposed to be together. He believes this. They're bound together, an-tet.]

[advancedbosoms]

Do it.

[She turns then, taking his hands, pressing her tear stained face against them, rubbing against them as she tries to memorize their feel and scent and everything else she already knows she'll forget.]

Find a way. Find a way to leave here and come to me and we'll find each other. Somehow. We have to.

I've never met someone like you, Bert. No one else has ever challenged me like this and loved me that openly and seen all the things in me you always did. You're kind and strong and clever and so good. I should have told you that, every day. I should have always told you how much I loved you and I didn't. Why didn't I tell you?

[ka_mai]

[He turns and leans down, pressing his head against hers.]

Not everything needs saying, Cordelia. I know how much yeh love me, I do.

[He's always known. She shows it all the time, in her ways. And those mean more than any words.]

I might not be able to. But I'll try. I'd rather forget everything and have yeh again, than...be alone and without yeh.

[Because he knows he will be. Not physically, likely, he knows he'd seek that out once the pain faded some. But love? No. Not after this, not after Cordelia. There can't be anyone else, not like this. He understands why Roland became the way he did, now.]

Always wanted to see your world, anyhow. See an areoplane.

[advancedbosoms]

[She laughs through the tears, though the sound is pained.]

Just wait until you play a first person shooter.

[And maybe she should explain that. But in whatever little time they have left, it seems like a waste of words.]

I won't leave. I'll refuse to to. They'll have to drag me, kicking and screaming and biting. I'm not leaving you.

There's no more living without you, baby. There's only existing. I can't go back to that.

[ka_mai]

Do you think they'd let you? You'd think they would... they know what it means. They wouldn't do this to one of their pairs, I wot.

[He stretches out in bed with her, wrapping his arms around her and holding the familiar weight of her close. He needs her. It's as simple as that. He's never had anything in his life like this and he can't bear the thought of truly losing her.]

Ought to have married me. [He's teasing, his tone making it clear. Trying to make light of the situation as he always does.] I'd like to see'em try and take a wife away from her husband.

[advancedbosoms]

[She curls up against him, no holding back on the desire to be held and kissed and wanted right now. She presses her face into his chest, breathing in and slowly out again.

But she tenses at the joke. He's teasing. She understands that.

But he's also right.]

I should have. God, Bert, I should have married you.

What was I so scared of?

[Making a mistake? Commitment? Nothing could be as bad as this.]

[ka_mai]

Oh Cordy love, don't do that. Yeh weren't ready. If'n yeh think it would do any good, hell, we can get it done right now.

[Anything, to keep them together. It wasn't supposed to be like this, not for him. He's the lucky one. Things go alright for him, that's the way it is. He isn't supposed to lose the woman he loves. And he shouldn't have to. What does it matter if Cordelia stays? Why do they care?

5, how could I not?

[dublinbrogue]

Doyle for the life of him couldn't rewind the tape back to tell how he got from point A to point B. Last thing he could remember as he laid dazed in someone elses bed, a bed that clearly was not his, was sitting out in the courtyard reading, maybe Cordelia had been right about laying off the scotch. He'd never admit that though the scotch made everything easier.

He felt a shifting beside him and turned his head, through the hangover he saw the body at his side. His eyes going a bit wide. Pretty dark hair way to pretty to be a mans but... a body that definitly was. Suddenly he could remember chunks of the night. "....Oh dear sweet jesus, she's gonna murder me."

[ka_mai]

"You and me both."

Man Jesus, how much had he drank last night? He knew 'a lot' summed it up, but...

It wasn't the first time this had happened. There had been a brief time where getting utterly sloshed and waking up in bed with a fellow had been a somewhat regular occurrence. That had been a long time ago. Now he was a committed man with a woman who - while not his betrothed - had said she'd be willing to marry him. At some point.

And now here he was.

"Lest of course she was watching, she likes that."

[dublinbrogue]

"How about... we just done tell her." He spoke, thinking she's not a demon like him or a vampire like Angel no way could she smell it... then again he's WAY behind in the Cordy times.

Doyle had been smashed plenty of times and ended up in Angels bed a couple but at worst he only snuggled the vampire and it was something he'd never talk about but waking up stark as the day he was born wound up in the covers with Culbert Allgood actually made him ponder slowing down the drinking.

...just for a second or so.

"Wait." He looked at Bert sitting up his eyes wide. "She what?!"

[ka_mai]

"I can't do that."

Bert shook his head and flopped over onto his back. "We don't keep secrets. I made a vow, and I don't break vows. Mayhap...mayhap I sent her a message about it. S'alright as long as I ask first."

Not that he'd ever actually tested that, but he saw no reason that Cordelia wouldn't honor the very rule she had laid down.

"Huh? Oh, likes watching fellows together. S'how we ended up together, actually." Where were his pants? He wanted a cigarette.

[dublinbrogue]

"...Really?" He asked his mind going back to the day he died for a moment, a distant look. 'Secrets are bad' he could hear echo in her voice in his mind.He felt like a jerk for even suggesting it. "Well it's a bit late to ask bud." He replied seeming to snap out of it as he laid back against the bed against his better judgement.

And suddenly that 'wtf' look was back. "She... your fuckin' with me right? The Princess?"

[ka_mai]

"That's why I hope I already did and can't remember. If'n not..." Well, he'd made a mistake. He could own up to it, when that happened. He found his pants, off to the side of the bed. And his cigarettes.

"And I am not! I was flirting with her, then along came the wizard-in-disguise who I did not know was the wizard. And he started flirting with her. We've been drinking, and I thought I was golden. But she can't decide which one of us she wants to take upstairs, and tells us if we put on a little show, we can both join her." Bert lit up and flopped back into bed.

"So we did. And then she wanted to see it all."

[dublinbrogue]

And slowly but surely those blue eyes went wider and he didn't respond he just kind of stared off in one direction like he was trying to wrap his mind around that. What what... when did Cordy get so adventurous? Then again he never got to know that side of her in anyway, he had just always assumed she was perfect and pure as snow. Despite knowing she had some kind of jerk of an ex that hurt her.

Yeah he was silent for now. Give him a minute.

[ka_mai]

"The lady's a wild one," Bert confirmed. "It was a hell of a night, I can tell you true!" And it had led to...things Bert hadn't ever imagined for himself.

"You alright there?"

[dublinbrogue]

"Shes... what?" he repeated the words again. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. Though he seemed to be snapping out of it as he looked over the edge of the bed for his clothes, which were not hard to find concering that consisted of ripped carpenter jeans, a pair of boxers and undershirt with a brightly colored bowling shirt.

He moved to go gather his clothes and make himself decent. "I never would 'a figured."

[ka_mai]

"Really? First time I met her, she was in her undies in a hot spring." And he realized he'd decided then and there that he wanted her. Funny how things worked out.

"Took us weeks a'fore we ever made it to a regular tryst in a bed! Hell, she wanted me to take her behind a tree in the middle of the city, once!" And he had. "Look, when I tell her about this, I'll try and keep your name out of it."

There was no reason for Doyle to get in trouble with her.

[dublinbrogue]

As Bert spoke he looked back getting the pants pulled up and the belt buckled in place. "Really?" JUst that image alone was a lot for his mind. He'd seen one of Cordy's bras once, he'll he'd picked the damn thing up and played with it till she took it from him. The image of her lounging in that pretty black lace seemed to beautiful a sight for any man. And here he thought he'd pushed all those feelings aside. He was trying too anyway.

"You're a lucky man Bert." he added picking up both shirts hoping he didn't leave anything behind that might get them in trouble. "If she demands to know don't worry, I'd rather her be mad at me then you man. I'll shoulder the blame if it comes to it."

[ka_mai]

"Don't I know it." He looked over at Doyle, already dressing as though he were some cheap tart who hadn't been paid to stay the night. "Yeh don't have to rush off. Have a smoke. And nah, I'm the one who's not supposed to be cattin' about."

He could take his lumps.

"Anyway, we don't e'en know what we did! Might not've been much of anything."