WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO LIES CLOSE TO ME

[unversed]

THE CATCHALL ROMANCE MEME

HOW WE ROLL:
> Post with your character, put name/fandom/etc in the subject line.
> Someone tags you with one of the scenarios listed below.
> "AND THEN THEY PORKED."
> PORNPROFIT.

THE DEETS:

ONE ➔ CONFESSION: You've been admiring this person from afar, or you've been friends with them for a while. Either way, you've finally worked up the courage to admit how you feel!

TWO ➔ LOVE NOTES: Send your crush personalized little love notes for them to find! Flick them at your crush, or hide them in their shoes! Draw pictures of you two kissing! Heck, even an old fashioned YES/NO checkbox note will do. But you've gotta get their attention with your written prowess! Get creative! Maybe they'll come up to you and you'll find true love!

THREE ➔ KISSING BOOTH: You're working a kissing booth, for whatever reason. Charity, for your school, or just because you got conned into it. But will something special bloom from a chance encounter with a booth guest? Or will you just be embarrassed for life, and punch your friends for getting you into this later?

FOUR ➔ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: You've been completely dazzled by this specific person! Your heart races, you have a cold sweat... whoa wtf is happening. You simply must get to know them! Maybe it was meant to be!

FIVE ➔ TSUNDERE STYLE: Sure, you like them, but you can't show that by being cute or cooking them lunch, hell no. You have to punch their shoulder and tug on their hair, obviously. W-what? They're complimenting you? Try not to blush too hard, or shove them too much.

SIX ➔ CAPULET & MONTAGUE STYLE: You're both already taken, or you simply can't be together for some reason! Your families hate each other, your friends hate each other, or you only see each other once a year! But you don't care, you have tonight, and romance is in the air. Maybe you can break away from what can't be, just for one night of fun and love.

SEVEN ➔ NEVER SAY NEVERO: You're super intent on making this person yours! You're willing to go to the extreme to garner their affections! How can they say no to extreme outbursts of love and other hard-to-ignore signs of affection? Though, it might be easier to just ask... but that's not big enough for your love!

EIGHT ➔ TLC: You suddenly feel blue, and you feel the need to be comforted. It's time for some sexual healing.

NINE ➔ SMOOTH OPERATOR: Flowers, candlelight, a bottle of champagne... it's time to woo your sweetheart!

TEN ➔ GRAB SOMEBODY SEXY TELL 'EM HEY: There's something about messing around in a public place, where anyone can walk in on you anytime. Try to keep quiet, the woman over in the bathroom stall next to you might hear you and your partner heating up and fooling around.

Comments

not late not late

[pools]

Like you're ever sorry for anything.

[it's less of a jab and more teasing, and as much as she wants, she can't hide the small smile from her face. despite the risk and danger involved, the feeling of being cared and accepted drowns out the fear. because even with their differences, she needs him; she needs him to stay, to be her anchor because as much as she claims, she can't protect Mag on her own. not as well as Jori can.

but more than that, she needs him because he's one of the only few people who can tolerate her. and possibly the only person to actually show the fact that he really cares.]

<3

[drought]

That's cause I usually don't have anything to be sorry for.

[ He tries not to, at least. And for that reason her smile is the last reassurance he needs that this really isn't something he'll have to apologize for. No matter what happens or how things turn out, he just doesn't want to have any regrets. Not about this.

It's with a small sound of protest that he moves off the bed, just enough to throw out the condom before something unfortunate happens. By the way, Tia, enjoy that sight of his back and the full extent of his tattoos, because they really do go from wrist to ankle.

When he returns to the bed he leans over to kiss her, just because he wants to, because the novelty of it hasn't worn off and the simple fact that he can makes him happy in a way that he couldn't describe if you gave him a year. ]

[pools]

[she does enjoy the display, actually, and the sight makes a small tendril of warmth unfurl deep in her stomach; it makes her want to touch and trace every line and curve and leave her own marks on his skin.

she kisses him back when he leans over, but she keeps it brief and instead sits up. she turns around, pulling her hair over one shoulder and exposing her back, revealing her own markings. where Jori's is angles and geometric shapes, hers is all fluid and wavy: red lines curving away from a central circle just below her shoulder blades, stretching out over her skin like a soft caress. the longest stop just at the top of her shoulders and her lower back, with shorter ones interspersed between.]

[drought]

[ He laughs quietly, and what she wanted he does: he reaches out and traces a path with one finger, following the lines from the top down. He may not touch every mark, but it's enough to know the breadth of it from feel of it. How strange, to think they each have something like this, so different and so similar at the same time. Just like their whole lives seem to be.

His finger reaches the small of her back and falls away from her skin; his voice is warm and amused. ]

And you were just complaining about me keeping secrets.

[pools]

[she has to bite her lip to stifle a couple involuntary giggles when he touches the markings, skin tingling in the wake of his finger.]

Haven't you heard? A girl's allowed to keep a few secrets if she wants.

[drought]

And a guy isn't? How is that fair?

[ It's a good-natured complaint. It'd take effort to ruin his good mood right now, after all. ]

Tell me one anyway.

1/2

[pools]

Newsflash, Jori. Life isn't fair.

[pools]

[there's a rather long and thoughtful pause.]

... As a backup to my training, my parents taught me a few things. I learned how to gut and clean a fish from my mother, and my father taught me how to wield a trident and a harpoon.

[drought]

[ The implication that her whole family knows how to expertly wield sharp pointy objects would probably disturb him more if he wasn't used to all of his relatives having a mace or staff at hand. ]

So they taught you how to fish? ...I see how that could be fun.

[ Well, the thought of standing in the water stabbing fish isn't really his idea of a good time, but he can see Tia maybe enjoying it. ]

[pools]

Yeah, kind of. You're pretty much taught how the fish from the moment you could walk.

[she shrugs.]

I guess. It's just what we do, like how you guys like to dig holes and grope cows all day.

[drought]

Is that what you guys say we're doing?

[pools]

... Maybe.

[drought]

[ There's a slight pause, but he really is attached to that lazy good mood. ]

Long as you know that it isn't true.

1/2

[pools]

Well, obviously. I don't think you'd have it in you to be a furry.

[pools]

[makes... a face....]

... Nevermind, forget I said that.

[drought]

[ Considering his own weirded-out expression, he's just fine with doing that. ]

...Sure.

Anyway, I like this. [ He brushes his fingers over one of the red lines. ] Thanks for showing me.

[pools]

[coughs 8(]

... Yeah.

[a light flush spreads over her cheeks and she ducks her head, frowning a bit.]

You don't need to thank me.

[drought]

You didn't have to show me.

[ And she'd done it before he'd asked her for a secret. ]

[pools]

Well, you showed me yours, too.

[drought]

[ ...Welp, he can't resist. ]

Not like I could hide it when you're taking my shirt off.

1/3?

[pools]

[wow]

[pools]

[wow]

3/3

[pools]

[a;kljsdflaskdf X(]

You could've stopped me.

[drought]

But I didn't want to stop you. Just the opposite.

[ He says it with such calm cheerfulness. ]

1/2

[pools]

[... sighs. 8|]