outofshadows | Shipping Meme

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Shipping Meme

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!

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[He rubs his face, palms coming to a rest on his head as he tries to comprehend the situation they've gotten into.]

Maybe..maybe you should stop drinking Cordy. You're.. [He struggles for the word that would describe her without offending her.] a force.

[Sounds safe enough. He glances at her quickly before gathering the sheet around his waist, leaving her the blanket and shuffling off the bed to get something more appropriate to cover himself. They were going to have to talk and being naked was a major distraction.]

Hey, this isn't my fault.

[Okay, yes, it's totally her fault, but she's not about to admit that to anyone.

At least she notices the nudity situation, lifting the blanket to cover her chest and give him a bit of a stink eye as he walks away.]

And is that seriously the first thing you can think of to say? Good morning, Cordy. You should stop drinking.

God, at least offer a girl some cab fare.

They don't even have cabs. [There's some uncomfortable looking shuffling, but Angel finally got his boxers on. The sheet is dropped in the floor as he moves to the bathroom door, reaching behind it to grab his robe. He walks back and hands it to her, a funny look in his eye.]

Good morning Cordelia, you're beautiful when you first wake up.

[It's true, of course, and the best she'll get of him fixing his blunder this early.]

Edited 2013-06-03 01:54 (UTC)

Okay. Well. Yes, that's true.

[She seems a little bit less miffed as she takes the robe from him. He doesn't seem evil. He's not trying to get to round two or anything, apparently and speaking of which-

Why isn't he trying to get to round two?]

Was it bad or something?

I've seen you look more enthusiastic about getting your literal broadsword polished.

What? [His face echos the surprise in his voice. Oh, that. No, that never even crossed his mind. He offers a small smile and a shake of his head.]

No, it was good. [This is Cordelia Chase after all, maybe she'd get offended.] Great. It was.. [Really, how do you adequately gauge someone on that and not sound like a jackass saying it was good. He'll just brush past that and answer her statement.]

I figured you'd be less pleased at waking up in my bed. You know. With Bert and all.

Oh.

[Right. Bert. Cordelia isn't sure quite how to respond to that. She'd been hoping to avoid this talk, or at least skirt around it until she had to wrap her mind around all of this.

Too late now.]

And you're not evil? [Her gaze a bit suspicious now, she begins slipping into the rob without standing up. Have a flash of some Cordy!breasts, Angel, because there's no way to avoid that without turning around.

And she's too stubborn for that.]

Not evil.

[~~mm cordy!breasts~~Angel's tired of being awkward. He'll get to the point.]

Did.. did this mean anything to you?

[Or was he just alcohol induced lust.]

[For the first time, Cordelia's brown eyes glance away from him. She looks down at the bed, picking at a loose thread on the blanket.

A moment later, she sighs.]

Of course it meant something, Angel. You know what it was like at home, I've told you before.

I was in love with you.

You were in love with me. [It's said softly and with compassion. He wishes that he could be her Angel, to drag her into his arms and make everything easy. He wishes a lot, now days.]

Can we keep it between us? [It could stay here, a moment stolen from time and preserved by silence.]

[She looks up again.]

I didn't mean--

[And Cordelia sighs again. She pats the spot beside her on the bed.]

Come on, sit down. I feel like I'm talking to my principal right now, and my principals were all pretty crazy.

[He would have grabbed a chair and sat in front of her, but in nothing but boxers, it would have just been a free show. He sits down and looks over at her. He takes a second before speaking.]

It's ok. You got pulled here and you've found someone who makes you happy. [He looks back down, his fingers lacing together between his knees.]

You adapted.

[She hesitates for only a moment.

But only for a moment. Then, with an exhale, Cordy reaches over to slip her hand into his. She gives his fingers a small squeeze.]

You're an idiot. You know that?

[He squeezes her hand back, one thumb brushing over it once or twice.]

It's been a while since you've told me.

[Because she's who keeps him in line, as much as anyone can, anyway.]

Well, it's worth repeating. Because you really, really are.

[She looks at their hands, somewhat of a smile tugging at her lips. Go figure. Another time, another place, and they're finally having the talk she so wanted to have on the bluffs.]

I'm in love with you. Have been for awhile now.

You saved me from a lot of things. Poverty, mediocrity, and definitely plenty of things that go bump in the night. But mostly, you saved me from myself.

I don't know what I'd be if I hadn't bumped into you that day at the party, Angel.

[He's not good at this. He never has been. It takes him a good thirty seconds to formulate thought, his gaze still locked on their intertwined hands.]

Then we saved each other.

[He looks back up at her now, hoping that she understands what that statement really means.]

But just because you chose him doesn't mean that you're loosing me. I'm still here..

Where else would I go?

Well...

[Her thumb presses against his palm, rubbing a small circle there.]

Maybe, whatever happened--or happens--in this room doesn't have to leave this room?

[He gives her a soft smile.]

I won't say anything if you won't.

[That way it doesn't upset her life. And Angel won't have to deal with a very pissed Gunslinger at his door.]

[She smiles, soft and tentative--an unusual look for the girl in question.

And then, a tender hand presses to his cheek as Cordelia draws the vampire down into a kiss.]

[What was he doing, kissing her back, letting the moment wash over him like that. His hand untangles from her to rest lightly on her waist as he deepens the kiss.]

[She shivers against him, fingers reaching up to curl in his hair, tangling up.

Cordelia groans, against Angel's mouth, and leans back against the bed, drawing him along.]

[As they fall, he turns on his hip to lay parallel with her. Deft fingers tug the silk belt from the already too loose knot and he brushes the hem away to run his hand against her bare hip. God, she's always so warm. He grips her lightly, pulling their bodies together. He breaks the kiss just long enough to ask a soft question.]

Are you sure?

I'm always sure.

Idiot.

[Fondly spoken, of course, and accompanied by a little smile before she draws him down into another kiss.]

[His mouth curls in a sweet half smile and his hand slides into the low of her back as he kisses her, wide palm running up her spine to cup the back of her neck. She always did have perfect sun kissed skin. The fingers of his other hand pulls the robe open the rest of the way, Angel eager to feel her bare skin against his chest. He breaks the kiss, moving his whispering lips down her throat.]

You know I always thought you were beautiful.

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