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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Do you think they'd let you? You'd think they would... they know what it means. They wouldn't do this to one of their pairs, I wot.

[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.

[She curls up against him, no holding back on the desire to be held and kissed and wanted right now. She presses her face into his chest, breathing in and slowly out again.

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.]

Oh Cordy love, don't do that. Yeh weren't ready. If'n yeh think it would do any good, hell, we can get it done right now.

[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?

[She doesn't reply.

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?

Edited 2013-06-03 22:48 (UTC)

Whatever a pair wants'em to be. Usually there's promises of fidelity and all of that, and asking Gan and the Man Jesus for blessing. If'n it's a Manni ceremony, there's all kinds of funny prayers in their tongue.

[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.

Well, we have some set vows ourselves.

[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.]

[They're easy enough words to remember, even only hearing them the once, as Cordelia says them now. There's nothing more private than this. Bert thinks of Eddie, how his twinner took his wife in the same way. One night, the twain alone, before none but god and one another. He needs nothing more.

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.]

[She sets the ring in his palm, squeezing it gently, and holds her left hand out for Bert to slip the ring on.

She doesn't say anything, uncharacteristically quiet, but she's smiling now, at least.]

Oh, right.

[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.]

[She holds out her hand, examining her ring with a smile, as if it's the first time she's seeing it.

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.

[Bert wastes no time there. He shifts, stretching, to kiss Cordelia proper. Long and hard. She's his wife now, true and proper, and e'en if it's only for a night...

He has this for a night. They have this.]

And lookit that. [He grins, drawing back.] Already in the wedding suite.

[She touches his chest, fingertips grazing along his shoulder.

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.

[Bert shakes his head, letting his fingers play through her loose hair. He can feel the ribbon she wrapped 'round his ring finger. Ribbon's never felt so weighty before.]

Nah. I want yeh just as yeh are. Just how I fell in love with yeh.

Bert.

[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.

Oh dear heart.....

[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.

[She leaves her forehead pressed to his, smile somewhat dampened by a few tears that run down her cheek. She only reaches up momentarily to wipe them away, before her hands return back to his chest.]

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.

[He wipes her tears away. There will likely be a time for tears, but not here and now. This, if nothing else, should be a happy moment.]

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.]

[She doesn't want to believe that. She usually refuses to believe that.

But maybe he's right. Because isn't this what always happens to soulmates? Somehow or another, the universe tears them apart.]

Will you tell me a story?

[She curls up close, tucking herself against them, brushing away a few more stubborn tears.]

Tell me how it would have gone? The rest of our life together, what it would have been like.

We'd have gotten a house. A nice one, with a yard and all that. Room for a garden, and little ones if we ever managed it again.

[He settles in more comfortably, holding her as he talks.]

I'd breed horses. We'd be well off, you and I. Live comfortably. Go out at week's end, dancing and the like. The theater. We'd be well liked, too. Plenty of friends. I wot you'd be some queen of society, setting the trends for the other ladies!

What about when we got older?

[Her hands skim down his chest, his side, his hips, feeling a small thrill of excitement from just being held. And that, yes, that one last time as well. But no rush, or not too much of one. Time enough to talk and what if and make love before she says her goodbyes, puts on her bravest face.]

Would we have still been in love? Would we still excite each other? Or would we be one of those boring old couples who just end up hating each other?

[She knows what answer he'll give, of course, but she still wants to hear it.]

Of course we'd still be in love! Madly. What, you think I'd stop wanting you just because you get old? Nah. And you're going to be one of those women that ages like wine. Finely. And we'll have naught but time for each other.

[He closes his eyes, savoring every touch, every soft little exhalation.]

Yeh'll nag on me, and I'll piss and moan, but we'll still fuck like wildcats when we're through being red at each other.

We'd better. I'd get too bored with someone who agreed with everything I said. I'd just end up walking all over them.

[She buries her nose against his throat, rubbing there like some cuddling cat who's trying to get letter.]

I don't ever want to forget this.

No matter what we said we knew could happen, I never thought I'd have to figure out how to say goodbye. I thought...

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