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outofshadows2013-06-02 07:29 pm
shadowmods) wrote in outofshadows2013-06-02 07:29 pm
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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!
B'awwww!
It's alright, dear heart.
[He crosses the room slowly, like a man walking to his own execution.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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?
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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.
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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.
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[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.
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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.]
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[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?
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Instead, she reaches up to unclasp the chain of her necklace. The ring from Bert falls against her chest and she picks it up, turns it over once.]
What are wedding vows at home?
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[Bert chuckles a bit, trying to recall what he's heard of the Manni's words. He can't recall much, though.]
The ceremony's a small thing. Private, for Gunslingers, usually. Sacred and holy.
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[Cordy reaches up to take the ribbon out of her hair. Raspberry red silk.
Her hair falls loose and she takes Bert's hand. A moment later, she starts to wrap the ribbon around Bert's ring finger.]
I, Cordelia Chase, take you, Cuthbert Allgood, as my lawfully wedded husband. To have and go hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, from this day forward, until death do us part.
[Or Nysgods do them part.]
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And they're good words, these vows from earth. Simple and true and words of the heart. They have a weight to them, a holiness fitting their purpose. He likes them.]
And I take you, Cordelia Chase, for my lawfully wedded wife. To have and hold, for better or worse, richer or poorer, be we sick or in health. [Well, it's close enough.] To love and cherish from now forward, 'till death do we part.
[So help him, he'd do all in his power to make sure naught else could tear them from another.]
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She doesn't say anything, uncharacteristically quiet, but she's smiling now, at least.]
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[He picked up on that, but was more caught in the words. But this is as important. Even if this is all for nothing, and she forgets him tomorrow, she'll have the ring. It's something.
He takes it and slips it on to her finger, bringing that hand to his lips to press a kiss against the ring. Sealing his bond.]
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Maybe she won't be able to stop them. Maybe she will have to go home, maybe this is the last time they hold each other. But at least they have this moment, one moment in time in which she feels completely to belong with another person.]
By the power vested in me, I now pronounce us man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.
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He has this for a night. They have this.]
And lookit that. [He grins, drawing back.] Already in the wedding suite.
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And suddenly, she can't be close enough. This chance may never happen again, and the realization is enough to cause an ache all the way down into her stomach.]
Looks like we are.
If I'd planned on this, I would have got some bridal lingerie or something.
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Nah. I want yeh just as yeh are. Just how I fell in love with yeh.
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[And she takes his face in her hands.]
Bert, this is important. If I go, if I can't stay, and if you can't come to me? Make sure you take care of Doyle, okay?
And Alain. If you're going to move on, if you go on to someone new, it should be him. I know you care about him and he cares about you and you understand each other. You should try.
But only if every other plan doesn't work.
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[Bert smiles, pressing his forehead against hers. How well she knows him. He hates to think that they'll be parted, but he knows it could happen. And he's never shied away from hard truths, much as they hurt.]
Those are things you don't have to ask for, love. If'n the worst comes to pass... you've got my word. Had it anyway.
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I'm yours.
No matter what happens, no matter whether I stay or go, no matter whether you find someone new. You need to know that. Right now, I belong to you more than I've ever let myself belong to another person. Every part of me is yours, good and bad and all the stuff between.
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Then I'm a blessed man, Cordelia, and the luckiest one to e'er live. I wot I've been yours since I first drew breath. Just took us a while to find each other, that's all.
[Because he does believe in soul mates and all of that, just not in the same way as his peers. ANd he's known, since he first realized he loved her, that Cordelia is his.]
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