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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"I can't do that."

Bert shook his head and flopped over onto his back. "We don't keep secrets. I made a vow, and I don't break vows. Mayhap...mayhap I sent her a message about it. S'alright as long as I ask first."

Not that he'd ever actually tested that, but he saw no reason that Cordelia wouldn't honor the very rule she had laid down.

"Huh? Oh, likes watching fellows together. S'how we ended up together, actually." Where were his pants? He wanted a cigarette.

"...Really?" He asked his mind going back to the day he died for a moment, a distant look. 'Secrets are bad' he could hear echo in her voice in his mind.He felt like a jerk for even suggesting it. "Well it's a bit late to ask bud." He replied seeming to snap out of it as he laid back against the bed against his better judgement.

And suddenly that 'wtf' look was back. "She... your fuckin' with me right? The Princess?"

"That's why I hope I already did and can't remember. If'n not..." Well, he'd made a mistake. He could own up to it, when that happened. He found his pants, off to the side of the bed. And his cigarettes.

"And I am not! I was flirting with her, then along came the wizard-in-disguise who I did not know was the wizard. And he started flirting with her. We've been drinking, and I thought I was golden. But she can't decide which one of us she wants to take upstairs, and tells us if we put on a little show, we can both join her." Bert lit up and flopped back into bed.

"So we did. And then she wanted to see it all."

And slowly but surely those blue eyes went wider and he didn't respond he just kind of stared off in one direction like he was trying to wrap his mind around that. What what... when did Cordy get so adventurous? Then again he never got to know that side of her in anyway, he had just always assumed she was perfect and pure as snow. Despite knowing she had some kind of jerk of an ex that hurt her.

Yeah he was silent for now. Give him a minute.

"The lady's a wild one," Bert confirmed. "It was a hell of a night, I can tell you true!" And it had led to...things Bert hadn't ever imagined for himself.

"You alright there?"

"Shes... what?" he repeated the words again. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. Though he seemed to be snapping out of it as he looked over the edge of the bed for his clothes, which were not hard to find concering that consisted of ripped carpenter jeans, a pair of boxers and undershirt with a brightly colored bowling shirt.

He moved to go gather his clothes and make himself decent. "I never would 'a figured."

"Really? First time I met her, she was in her undies in a hot spring." And he realized he'd decided then and there that he wanted her. Funny how things worked out.

"Took us weeks a'fore we ever made it to a regular tryst in a bed! Hell, she wanted me to take her behind a tree in the middle of the city, once!" And he had. "Look, when I tell her about this, I'll try and keep your name out of it."

There was no reason for Doyle to get in trouble with her.

As Bert spoke he looked back getting the pants pulled up and the belt buckled in place. "Really?" JUst that image alone was a lot for his mind. He'd seen one of Cordy's bras once, he'll he'd picked the damn thing up and played with it till she took it from him. The image of her lounging in that pretty black lace seemed to beautiful a sight for any man. And here he thought he'd pushed all those feelings aside. He was trying too anyway.

"You're a lucky man Bert." he added picking up both shirts hoping he didn't leave anything behind that might get them in trouble. "If she demands to know don't worry, I'd rather her be mad at me then you man. I'll shoulder the blame if it comes to it."

"Don't I know it." He looked over at Doyle, already dressing as though he were some cheap tart who hadn't been paid to stay the night. "Yeh don't have to rush off. Have a smoke. And nah, I'm the one who's not supposed to be cattin' about."

He could take his lumps.

"Anyway, we don't e'en know what we did! Might not've been much of anything."

Doyle without the liquid courage coursing in his veins was a lot more about keeping himself covered up. At least for the most part. He wore so many layers to hide himself, it was just part of the list of issues he had, but at Bert's words he looked back offering a bit of an awkward smile pulling the over shirt over his head.

"I don't mind to stay and have a smoke, I just figure conversation be best while we be dressed." He spoke looking around for his jacket he was almost never without it but he couldn't see the thing around. the bright overshirt was picked up but not yet put on.

"Aye your right, neither o' us really knows what happened but I can figure neither o' the ladies are gonna be very pleased with us." He moved over towards Bert though, maybe staying around him awhile longer was the best idea.

Bert just shrugged. He spent half of the time only half dressed anyway, often eschewing his shirt as well as shoes.

"Well, if'n nothing happened then Cordy won't care. I used to share my bed regular with one of my mates, just as friends. S'perfectly normal, where I come from." True, they were both starkers, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. If they were that drunk, likely at least one of them wouldn't have been able to get hard.

"I'd wot...well, we might've necked a bit. But we were heavy sauced. I know I'm useless for a fuck when I'm deep in my cups."

They had different ways, but that worked out for making their friendship interesting.

"Sounds like you're more the open type man." He replied, giving up on the jacket for now as he shook his head a bit clearly amused. "Yeah, I got that same issue." Whiskey dick was not a fun thing to admit to but with Bert it seemed fine. "Kinda puts that one to rest. Nothin' for Cordy to be cross with, a bit of makin' out never hurt nobody." It was strange to him how okay he was with the idea of just rolling around necking like teenagers with Bert compared to the other option. He felt lucky though, cause Bert had a point if he couldn't remember the night at all there was no way he could have done much at all.

"Got an extra?" He motioned to the cigartette. "can't find me jacket and thats where I keep mine."

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