outofshadows | 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Angel's damn near a boy-scout compared to Flagg it would seem. He's just as unsure about how they'd gotten wrangled into it, but it was done and they didn't have a choice anymore.

Like it or not, Angel would stay with Flagg and honor his vows as best he could. He took his word seriously and while he still debates on God, he's a creature of ceremony.

The pacing stops as Angel looks in his direction. "Luck left me a long time ago. I don't think it matters." Very unsure how he felt about this.

He stepped out from behind the corner now, hands in his pockets, acting casual (like this was someone else's wedding and not his own and they two were only witnesses to it), blinking big blue guileless long-lashed farmboy eyes.

"Well, it's traditional. I thought I'd ask."

He paused, tried to look shy and/or impressed.

"You look...nice."

He could still taste blood and wine and charcoal in his mouth. It was a little distracting.

Angel smiled nervously. Those damned blue eyes. That color seems to get him in trouble a lot. His forefinger and thumb restart their languid assault on his cuffs. When he finally gets around to noticing the rest of Rory, he nods, though he's not sure at what. Rory cut a nice figure in a suit, Angel couldn't deny.

"You too...Are we really going through with this?"

A nervous laugh (nicely acted, if he did say so himself) and a shrug.

"I...think we sort of have to. Don't get me wrong--my feet are like blocks of ice right now, they're so cold, okay?"

"Yeah." Angel looks away, back to searching the walls for a clock, an irritated scowl creeping onto his face as he eyes the chapel doors restlessly. "It's taking them long enough." He's eager to get the worst part over.

As if on cue, the chapel doors are opened by a beautiful cherub faced Nysgod woman with a bright smile, white flowers braided into her light hair. She gestures for them both to come and stands to the side.

The chapel itself is small, you could go as far to call it quaint and picturesque with its two rows of white pews, each ribboned to the next with large bows. In the heart of each bow sat a small half sphere crystal, spanning the color of Maerlyn's Rainbow, faintly glowing with an energy that Rory may or may not recognize. With the exception of black. That was the cross at the alter, propped up behind the priest, glowing faintly in time with the others. The Temple must be decorating from a mix of the men's worlds. The priest himself wore the standard white collar of God, of their earth.. Well, maybe Angel's earth. His hands were folded patiently as he waited for the ~~victims~~ couple to walk up the aisle.

Angel takes a deep breath and glances over at Rory before starting through the doors. If Rory follows, Angel will match his step.

How cute, how charming, how familiar--even if it did feel like the Nysgods were biting his style, making wedding decorations out of the Rainbow (boo, Nysgods, boo). Although, no...it was pretty entertaining and he tried to make the laughter that escaped sound nervous more than painfully amused (which was the real truth).

He was pretty sure nothing would burst into flames upon his setting foot in this little chapel. Pretty sure, at least.

Anyway--he answers that glance with the smallest of brave and reassuring smiles and reaches out to take Angel's hand (please don't mind how cold his fingers might feel).

Angel's dead which means he's room temperature all of the time and the cold from Rory's fingers feel like his own. Hand in hand, the pair walk up the aisle until they reach the Alter. His eyes wouldn't tear away from the large black cross and he was momentarily afraid that he'd burst into flames too.

The Father's words became nothing more then a buzz in the back of Angel's ears and when it comes time for the I do's, Angel manages to be focused enough to let the words tumble from his mouth.

Angel's groom, meanwhile, is giggling. No other way to describe it, certainly no way to hide it. He's giggling--quietly, but still giggling. Not bothering to make it look like nervous trembling or tears, not trying to hide it, not even caring if the priest hears him.

It was just so damn funny.

Oh, the best of all things: marry a near stranger, disregard that having been done, but neatly sidestep the whole ordeal of marrying/not marrying the prince because of already being taken, then carry on as one pleases.

And yet they'd done so much to decorate the little chapel. It was cute. It was charming. It was like they expected him to take it seriously. Aww.

Oh, wait. He was supposed to say "I do" too, right? He managed to tamp down the laughter long enough to say that with the gravity it required.

He'd liked his first wedding better, to be quite honest.

Shipping Meme

He's publicly known as... Fletcher, right?

Yeah, he's operating under the name Rory Fletcher for now

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