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!

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Doyle had come across a wonderful little bottle. God knows what it was but it was hot pink and full of sparkles and smelled like something a beautiful woman would wear. And a bit too much like Alice In Wonderland it had a little label that said 'Drink me' Who was he to disobey the all knowing bottle?

With all the charm of a man who had just huffed paint thinner he stumbled from the room the bottle dropping too the floor and shattering as he made his way down the hall. The first person he came across was Rory. A stupid grin went acorss his face as he stepped up into the other man's personal space, smelling oddly of way too pure vanilla and wrapped his arms around the mans shoulders.

"Marry me!"

Entirely too much vanilla and entirely too close and entirely asking--no, demanding marriage.

Clearly, this was not typical behavior. Perhaps these observations should be noted for future reference.

"Heavens," he said, and he actually managed to play it deadpan. "Doyle, This is all so sudden."

The vanilla was powerful enough to overpower his own natural slightly spicy scent that the vampires all seem to pick up. The blue eyes were almost too wide, and void of anything but adoration.

"Why tempt a perfect thin'." He spoke in the same almost dreamy tone, his arms staying around Flagg. "We could find a god and get it done right now."

Gently, carefully, he put his arms around this newly-confessed paramour and sniffed him--as delicately and subtly as possible. No, things were not typical at present. Generally shotgunning an entire bottle of vanilla extract did not result in such behavior. So something just smelled of vanilla. Another sniff. And probably magic too.

Well. No harm in having a little fun while it lasted.

He caught Doyle around the waist with one arm and stroked his face (ever so gently, a lover's caress) with his other hand.

"But if you love me, and if I love you, and we love one another, what need have we for a wedding? We need only one another, don't we? Doesn't that make us complete enough?"

He'd save some of the really heavy lines for a little later--'Oh moon of my heart's sky' and all of that.

Doyle in his right mind would never throw his arms around another man and demand marriage but he was clearly far from right mind, the vanilla at least smelled much better then the scotch and smoke he normally smelled like.

He closed his blue eyes at the caress letting his head tip back a bit in the embrace.

"Because, I feel it, its callin' to me. We gotta do it Rory." The name was practically purred. He was very much gone. Opening his eyes once more he looked to the man like he was the purest form of salvation. "A union to save us from Tristan."

If Rory Fletcher (and his many aliases) were the purest form of salvation, one must wonder, indeed, if salvation is worth it. No, no salvation here.

"Darling boy, do you think it would work? Would he leave us in peace if we married one another? Or would our vows be meaningless to him when he decides one one of us for himself?"

One really had to worry about that, if salvation was with Rory in any form maybe damnation had more to offer, however salvation always who was under the enchantment. Redemption was his desire.

"It has to. Love conquerors all. You're not like the others you wont let me fall." He spoke the tone oh so sure but still the lights were on but no one was home. "Vows are never meaningless. All words have magic."

"What if I fall?"
"Sooner or later, we all do."

"But you are right, dearheart: all words have magic. Even the words you're saying right now. So tell me you love me. Let's see if there's magic there too."

The fear of falling was a strong one.

The words from Rory seemed to make him relax more in the others hold his arms still around Rory. The bottle he'd chugged was clearly aimed to enchant a woman but he had found it instead. "Then we'll test the magic." He replied low, accent heavy with what was buzzing in his bloodstream. "I love you."

Well, Doyle. You are clearly good and gone on whatever you've gotten yourself into. Well done. Well done, indeed.

He made himself shiver as if delighted, let his eyes fall closed.

"You're right. You're so right. Words do have magic. And that magic is strong."

He brought their foreheads together, breathing quietly, not quite leaning for a kiss.

"I love you too. Yes. I'll marry you."

He said, although he almost had to bite his own tongue to keep from laughing.

Damn right it was, if the scent of vanilla wasn't warning enough that something along. Saying he loved and wanted to marry anyone much less a guy he barely knows should show that.

Though Rory's words were like magic to his ears. Likely the magic flowing through him. The half-demons blue eyes looked up into the others as if lost in them.

"Thank you Rory. I won't let you down." he muttered like a devoted cult member or something, his brogue drawn out like he was drunk though not a trace of liquor smell was on him just the annoying scent of the vanilla. EVen if he had laughed Doyle was too gone to notice.

"Tell me one thing, though. Would you do that? Would you do this one thing for me?"

They were still close, still forehead to forehead, eye to eye, still in a lovers' embrace.

"Would you even give your life for me? I won't ask it of you, but would you say that? Would you make that promise to me? Say 'my life for you'."

"Anything for you." he muttered low.

And the spellbound one was completely taken by the closeness. The magic was strong and he feels for it all.

"O' course I would." He spoke as he looked intently into Flaggs eyes. "I would give my life for you, I would die so that you could live, and happily so."

He smiled, so gently, so lovingly (or so it seemed, at least), and softly stroked the boy's face.

"I know you would. I know you would."

Shipping Meme

Hey, you get a laugh! 1 with a bit of 7's proposal.

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