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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His stumble was perfection to her, he was complete perfection. Even away from his arms, she would forever feel the scratches on her cheeks and chin. She would remember the smell of him, pursuing that tobacco and whiskey scent to the ends of the universe. In the dark, she would feel his firm arms around her and hear his brogue whisper in her ear. It was these small memories she would cherish forever. "Someday, I will give you more. When we are together again."

If he had known she felt such a way maybe he wouldn't have been a bit worried about it. However for right now holding her close was all he cared about. He wanted one more night with her. One more night to hold the woman who had enraptured his heart so quickly and easily. "You don't have to give me anything else. Just come back to me and I'll be happy for the rest o' me life." He whispered into her ear as he held her close. He didn't try for more. He was oddly content to just hold her all night to just be cuddled and talk. Most men might throw to have their way as much as they could on their final night. Doyle was content to just be lucid and hold her as long as he could. "I love you."

She held his eyes, touching him, caressing him, holding him. Content with that, as it was the last that would sustain her for some time. If her heart could flutter, it would at those three words. She smiled at him, despite the sadness in her body. She was happy here with him. "I love you too."

"I'll look into all the magic and science I can, I'm a quick learner when I wantt o learn. I'll find a way to get us back together. You don't stop livin' just cause were apart. When I get you back I want to hear all your grand adventures. I want you to go to Dublin and seek out a woman named Roslin." He spoke as he held her cheek. "If you ever need a place to hide or you miss me too much find her if she's living still." a bit bitter sweet. "She's my mother, just tell her that we were in love and she'll take care of you."

She blinked, surprised by the request. "There is no life without you. All of my life has been empty and wandering. But when I am with you, I feel like I have a purpose again." She was floored. "You want me to meet your mother?"

He touched her cheek looking into her eyes. "Live, please. Try to live each day the happiest you can. I don't want to think of you empty and miserable. I want you to come back to me with tales of grand adventure and glamour the likes I could never know. Go be as happy as you can and return to me so I can make you even happier." He asked once more before nodding. "If I wasn't dearly departed I'd o' already done so meself. You'll love her. She's the sweetest woman in the world. Can't give that to no one else, she did raise me sorry ass alone."

"Will you do the same?" She asked him, taking his hand and kissing it gently. "I want you to know that..." god this was difficult, "if I come back and you have found...someone else...I would only want you to be happy. I don't want you to...not have what you need."

She nodded, "I imagine that she will be wonderful. Everything you said about her, she sounds so loving. I have never known that before."

"Not happenin'." The brogue coming out a bit heavier as he rolled just a bit to look down in her eyes while she had his hand. "I will do me best to be happy but I wont be movin' on. I'll be waitin' for you. There's no other woman for me."

He kissed her forehead. "She did the best she could given the circumstances, things I wish I'd realized before I died. So I ask o' you if you do see her tell her I'm sorry for bein' a dick to her these last few years please love?" He asked softly. "She's a good woman, just like you. Just as hard headed too."

She nodded, believing him and trusting him to keep his word. "I won't either." Nott said simply, he had her completely. "I will, but I imagine she only sees the best in you. From what it sounds like, your mother loved you so completely." She smiled. "You have to promise to look after Diana for me as well. I don't want to see her hurt."

He smiled softly. "I might be a flirt and I readily confess that I am but my heart and soul are yours and yours alone. If you need a night o' passion here and there I wont be one to judge that but just don't fall for no one else unless it's true." He spoke a hand to her cheek. "We were all we had till I met Harry. I became a right bastard to her, I feel terrible for it. Bein' older and a wee bit wiser I see she was just tryin' to protect me but back then I just thought she didn't want me knowin' shit." He explained.

"Diana will be protected, I'll see too it no one hurts her and I will hassle any suitor who may try to win her hand. If anyone asks that doesn't know you I'll say I;m the sisters husband." They may not be married but he figured it would scare someone off.

"No," her voice was firm, unable to picture anyone else in her bed. "I won't do that, not to you." Nott said. "I can survive for some time without that and I intend to wait until I see you again. Then we'll set the world on fire." She grinned at him.

"Because of the demon in you? It's understandable you lashed out with anger. I am sure she understood." Nott kissed him. "And thank you, I have to make sure that Diana is with the right guy."

"Sounds like a hell o' a welcome back party." He spoke a wide grin at that, theres no ay his ego didn't puff up a bit at such words from the woman he loved. "I'll keep a bottle of Jameson and a bottle o' Cuervo 250 just to celebrate for when you return. Let them both age a bit." He added with a pleased look.

"Because she didn't tell me anything about my father, not a single word. Anytime I asked she told me to mind my business. If I'd known I was a demon maybe I'd o' not freaked out so badly...but then again I wouldn't'a had you so I can't even be upset 'bout it anymore." He added low before kissing her back he waited a long moment to break it before responding. "I'll make sure it's the best guy."

"But they won't be too aged." She said, determined to make that a reality. "I don't care how many worlds I have to punch through. I will make it back here before too much time has passed and I will never leave you again." She smiled, glad that he was so confidant on her return.

"Did you ever think about finding your father? After you discovered you were a demon, I mean." She asked him.

"Well then clealry I'll have to pay more to buy the good aged stuff. I know you wont keep me waitin' but I'll be here waitin' for you as long as it takes. Then we'll spend a week in this bed then maybe talk to our friends." he spoke the words as a promise.

"He was long gone before I was even born, bitch ran off the moment he found out Ma was pregnant. If he couldn't stick by her he's not worth knowin'" His father was a royal asshole too. Doyle was better off without him.

"We'll talk to them after a week." She laughed, loving the idea of having a completely private week with Doyle. Time seemed to move much too quickly when she was with him. "Not like I haven't disappeared on Diana before." She shrugged.

"Fathers can be real bastards sometimes. The fact he left your mother is enough to show what kind of man he can be. You're better off."

"They can survive without us for a week, and if not well theres always the network if either o' us will be up to talkin'." He didn't bother to hide his context. He wanted to give her something to give her hope to keep going to come back to him. "You'll come back to us and we'll all be happy once more."

"Aye, I suppose they can. You know I don't give a shit that he abandoned me. Whatever a lot o' guys don't care to stick 'round and raise the miserable bastards they spawn. Least he could o' done was properly broke if off with Ma, he never told her goodbye, just left in the middle o' the night." He explained running a hand down her side. "I remember bein' small in Dublin and seein' her sitting in the window looking out across the city with this sadness in her eyes. I never understood it till I was much older." He knew his mother missed his father, but he hated the man... demon. "I was, she and my aunt Judy did the best they could to make sure I turned out a decent kind o' guy." He could be a real gentlemen and othertimes the street hustler shined through.

"If we can even remember where we put that ear piece." She grinned, feeling as snarky as he was. Even thinking about coming back to him was enough for her to become inappropriate. One of the guys, as always. "I will, I promise I will."

She nodded, "She might have missed him, but I would bet that she loved having you in her life. It probably made it all worth it in the end."

Edited 2013-06-04 05:17 (UTC)

"I hope we don't" He leaned smiled at the idea. He wanted to leave her with those images and he did so love how easily he could say these things to her and her not get offended. It was just a wonderful feeling to be that comfortable with her, someone he could love and charish and still take out to the bar and have his back in a brawl. "And I promise I'll be here waiting my beloved."

"I never doubted that, but I know I hurt her a lot. " He didn't want to think of how she would have reacted to the news of his death... "Either way she's a grand woman, you'll love her."

She cuddled against him, placing her head on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. "Knowing you are waiting for me, it gives me hope." Nott said, stroking his arm lightly. It had been so long since she felt any sort of comfort and safety in the arms of another. He could bring out her playful side, her rough side and the tenderness in her. He was a perfect match in every way.

"I look forward to meeting her." Even if it was at the cost of Doyle for some time. "This will be the first time in a long while that I meet a mother."

"Let that hope fuel your journey." He spoke softly running his fingers through her hair. "I'll let you to take my jacket with you want." He normally never let it go but she was too important to him to not offer her something. He loved everything about her and oh how he'd miss her while she was away.

"Incase she thinks your full of shit." He took her hand to move one of her fingers to the tiny scar on his forehead. "Tell her you know where this came from. We lied to everyone for years, hell I still do." He had likely told people in front of her that it was from a bar fight. "I tripped over one of her shoes, when I was six and busted my face on the coffee table. She cried for days thinkin' it was her fault." She'd not be able to deny the woman was important to him to know such a thing. "I never even told HArry that." He thought she'd want to know that tidbit too. "You'll do fine."

"I have this," she held up her finger with his ring on it. Suddenly, she sat up and removed a pendant from around her neck. It was a small silver necklace with an emerald at its center. She placed it in his hand, curling his fingers around it. "I was given that by my father when I was a little girl. I haven't been without it since then. I give it to you now, to carry with you."

She kissed his scar gently, tears fell from her eyes again, touched by the revelation and the knowledge that so few knew it. "Thank you." She whispered to him. "Thank you for everything you have given me and the promise of what is to come."

He held his hand closed with hers moving to kiss her knuckles through the embrace. "I'll wear it till your return so I don't ever lose it." He didn't care if it wasn't a manly look. He'd do it for her he loved her and something that special. "We'll have each other with us till we find one another again."

He reached out with the other hand to brush the year away. "No tears, only happiness." He muttered low "Your welcome, it's the least I can do for the love o' me life."

"Love of your life?" She asked him, kissing his palm despite the blood. "I feel the same. You are the love of mine."

"Aye, the great love o' me life. You get only one o' them. I'd wait a million lifetimes to have ytou back but I'd rather not wait that long so you'll have to hurry back to me. souls like ours should never part."

"Anything and everything I can do, I will." She promised him. "You don't get to find your soulmate every day."

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