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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She laughed happily, staring up into the sky as the rain showered down upon them in heavenly blessing. That had to be the reason for the storm, otherwise, why give them the chance to huddle together, soaked to the bone. She reached up, brushing his damp hair from his face. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time." She told him genuinely, this part being her favorite of the whole night.

He chuckled a bit as he leaned down a bit to push a kiss against her forehead. it was his turn to push wet hair from her face. "Aye, I know all the holes in the wall and all the best places to shoot the breeze....and clealy I pick the best weather for dates too." He teased in a playful tone holding her close all the same.

"You know, most girls wouldn't like an alley in the rain." Nott said, her nose scrunched at her playful grin. "But most girls are idiots. This is fantastic." She placed a kiss on his lips, the water pouring down their faces.

"Most girls think a good time is a movie and a cheap dinner. We know real fun. The joys o' bein' unchained from the laws of normal people." He responded as he deepened the kiss, a hand sliding into the back of her hair. "You're too good to me."

"Well most girls love a snappy dresser. I prefer mine a bit more antiquated." She laughed, tilting her head up into his kiss. "You know just how to flatter my vanity. Being good to you comes naturally."

"Antiquated? Nah, I prefer to call it vintage. antiquated would mean frills and all that, and I'd not do that unless you asked me and we were alone." Because he couldn't tell her know if she asked, he knew he could look fantastic when he wants but if shes happy with him as he is why change? "We got a good thin' I don't even want it to change." He spoke inbetween kisses. "I'm lucky to have a woman as good as you."

"Now that's a word I like. No way in hell would I put you in the clothes from my time. I prefer your bowling shirts and jacket." She pulled at his jacket collar, bringing him in for more kisses. "I think we do too. Though I'd say I am the lucky one."

"Good, cause I hate suits. I'll only wear them when I got too. Or the girls demand it." Pasha had asked him to wear a suit to her wedding so he would. She was like the sister he never had. So she got a bit of leeway to get him to do a lot. He grinned playfully at her tugging of the jacket. "Good to know you approve. I think you look good in everythin' and everythin' you wear looks good on me floor." He had to slip that in he'd been good lately. "Not true, we are the lucky ones."

"Then I look forward to seeing you in a suit for that ball you mentioned. You do always seem to find ways to get me into dresses and then out of them." She retorted, not one to pass up the chance to join him for a few ribald jokes.

"I agree, lucky us."

"The bride made me promise I'd wear a suit for the weddin' too. Pasha's a good friend. She's also a friend o' your sisters." He explained in case she didn't know. "I'm gonna hassle the groom in a few days since none o' her brothers are here to do it." He seemed amused by the idea before leaning in to kiss along her neck column. "What can I say, I think you look beautiful in dresses. I don't expect anything but gettin' to see you in such thin's is a beauty I love. Like a private gift and they look mighty good on the floor." he enjoyed her joking back.

"Together we're unbreakable."

"Nothing is more fun than hassling a potential beau. I had a lot of fun doing that to Diana's dates. Course, she didn't think too much of it. Still, at least you are looking out for Pasha. I am glad to see you protective of those you care about. It's a quality I love in you." She grinned, tilting her head to the side to give him better access. "Well, I do enjoy the many ways you put them on the floor."

"Aye, it's a bit o' fun I'd never otherwise get to have. Bein' an only child an' all." He admitted though he'd already given such a speech to Bert playfully anyway. Cordelia was important to him and he knew his friend wouldn't hurt her. "It sounds as much. She makes it sound as if you'd keep her forever a virginal sacrifice." He teased a little. "I'm protective o' all of those I count as me friends, it's a smaller number then most would expect but your right up towards the top." He chuckled against her neck more kisses spilled on the wet skin "What can I say, you inspire me."

"Well...my life would be easier if I could keep her that way. Some of the men she dated in the past were absolutely ghastly!" She said, her English accent slipping out. "But I think she'd stake me in my sleep and put my torpored body in a trunk before I could get away with it."

She grinned, "Am I near the top? I feel so included. I need all the help I can get." Nott laughed, holding him tightly. "Inspire you? How do I do that?"

"Well a bad relationship is kind o' a right o' passage love. You can't love someone proper till you've had your heart ripped out at least once." He spoke those wise words that randomly came from someone who seemed too young to have such wisdom. He grinned like an idiot when the accent slipped. He thought it was absolutely stunning on her. "I'd not allow that to happen." He replied softly "And if it became an issue I'd say we just share a bed and then she can't attack without me knowin'." Not that he thought Diana would it was just his way of saying he wouldn't mind sharing his space with her.

"Damn right you are." He spoke in a playful tone. "My lady love is right up at the top where she should be." He leaned to brush his lips against hers. "You give me all kinds o' little ideas just by bein' near. Don't you know this foul mind o' mines almost always in the gutter when I'm 'round you. What can I say."

"I guess so. And maybe you'll be the good influence I need to cut her some slack." Nott said, already feeling calmer with him near her. She grinned, the suggestion said so casually, but put forth in such a clever and sweet way. "Well, maybe it would be better if I stayed with you. If only so I can find my way home now on when I get drunk."

She tipped her head back, kissing him deeply. "Lucky for you, I am just as dirty as you are. A perfect match in every way."

"She might feel releived at that." He spoke before nodding a bit "I'd like that, we can stumble home together." He added with a bit of teasing because really they did tend to get tore up a lot. And if she was there maybe he wouldn't pass out in his dirty clothes pile on the floor so often. "Id be more fun that way I think."

"A prefect match indeed." He repeated before giving into the kiss pulling her a little harder against him as the rain started to ease up.

"You realize our place would be an absolute sty." His first visit to her rooms had made that much clear. Neither were big cleaners. It was likely going to take Diana's coaxing for them to even make an effort. "Home," she repeated, liking the sound of it. She hadn't had a real home in a long time. It would be a nice change.

She glanced up at the rain with a frown, disapproving of its slowing. "I guess we better be going soon." She sighed.

He shrugged a bit "If it gets a strange smell I can neat the place up a bit." He didn't even seemed phased by it, he was used to a mess but he could be domestic when he needed to be. His issue was the clothes and beer bottles more then anything without those his room wasn't really in that abd of shape, he throws most of the cigarette butts out the window anyway. "Aye, home, our home you know until Princey makes us move again to another city. Then we'll have a new home."

"Who says we have to go?"

"Oh that's right," Nott said with a cheeky grin. "We're both potential spouses to prince charming." She chucked at the thought of either of them a princess. "So does that mean I should practice my curtsy?" She dipped on, fluttering her hand as though it were a fan. "Oh your majesty!"

She pressed the back of her hand to her brow. "Just think, a prince may come to sweep one of us away!"

"Aye, but I don't think I'd make a very good princess. Much too much chest hair." He teased a bit. Because it seemed a viable excuse to him, half the guys pulled in seemed like they were magically void of any such thing but not him. He was a hairy little guy, comes from the genetics. "Nah, I like you just the way you are darlin' no need to kiss his ass. Though he seems like an okay guy. Just not my type."

He moved and much like their first night together he swept her up bridal style. "Who needs a prince when you've got a gambler?"

"Eh, he's not my type. Seems more into himself than anything." Nott shrugged, hardly impressed with royalty by now. Vampiric society often required a prince of a city to help keep order. After awhile, they all seemed the same. Call it the cynic in her heart.

She laughed, swept up in his arms. "I think you mean since I have an Irish rogue!" Nott kissed his lips quickly. "Though you have to be a gambler to take a chance on me."

"Maybe a bit, but you wont ever hear me say I'm sad he's not. I'd much rather you say you're more me type." He gave her a wink a she started to carry her through the alleway through the drizzling rain.

"Aye, I'm that too and more. So much more now that I got a beauty like you to keep me in line, or out o' it dependin' on the mood. and it's a chance I'm glad I took. Lady luck paid off with you."

"I'll bear that in mind," she smirked, delighted with his eagerness to keep her. "Especially if you are the one to be chosen by the prince." She laughed. "Careful or I might have to keep you for all eternity. Might have to turn you." She winked, not meaning it, but unable to resist teasing him.

"If he turns me into a princess, I'll be like Dracula's bride I'll fling meself off the tower into a river." He spoke in a teasing tone, was he serious? Nope. But he made sure everyone knew he had no intention of being Mrs. Prince Tristan. He'd fight that to the end. "I don't see a problem with that, you know outside o' the vampire bit. I don't think demons can be vampires and all." He never put much thought into it, he was still half human.

"How romantic. Flinging yourself in the river over a man. I know there are some Irish legends with that sort of them in them." She grinned, glancing up at the sky as the rain began to fizzle. "Oh yeah, Angel would so approve of me trying to turn you. Even if it doesn't work."

Hey, I like rain

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