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

SIX

[rewritethesky]

[It was hard. It was stressful and it hurt. At first she had been very confused about these feelings and what she had heard around her, from her family, friends, pretty much the whole town. He was trouble. He'd hurt her, and yet...

As she sits near the pond, watching the moonlight reflected off it's surface, Namine can't help but curl up into a ball. Her cellphone is still in her hand, shaking from that text she just sent him. It was a bold move, and she is frightened about the result and whether he would even come or not. He had better things to do. Over people to deal with not...

...Not her. She's just a mouse and a wallflower. Nobody as important or as cool as he is. But, she is smitten. She can't explain it and she knows she shouldn't be in love with someone different from her. But she can't help it.

So, she sits and waits, curled up into that ball and listening to the crickets and gentle sounds of the pond.]

[curepotion]

[ someone as weak as her, his brothers had jeered. she was high class fragile, she was champagne glasses that were meant to be broken, not rough and tumble, valorous or brave. he let them talk with a glare in his eyes and a gun in his jacket pocket. his father simply shook his head and said she was a passing fancy and that he'd settle down with a strong woman who could handle the mean streets like he could.

she wasn't a passing fancy, though. she was... beautiful and refined and shy. she was different.

special.

he reads her text and is off flying on his motorcycle before he can even say goodbye; it takes little more than ten minutes to park somewhere close but far enough away from their spot. he walks up quietly, his hands pushed deep into his letterman's jacket as he stares at the ground. he looks up to see her. ]

You alright?

[rewritethesky]

[She began to uncurl herself when she had heard the roar of his motorcycle. It could have been anything driving past, but at this hour, the pond is so secluded and calm and quiet. Barely anyone but them makes the trek at night.

Not that she even should, really. It was a miracle that anyone let her even walk around the estate grounds on her own for just a stroll. Even if she wasn't involved with the events of the city, she still knew how to be sneaky, and knew the little spots where security was most lax where she could slip off.

It wasn't as if she didn't return. She always did, even if it was a little later than expected.

She glances up quickly when he approaches, a little relieved smile on her face. Smoothing out her long dress with her legs stretched out in front of her, she feels a little shy again.]

I'm okay. I... [Even thought they'd seen each other before and talked before, it was still hard to say that she just wanted to see him for sake of seeing him. But she's definitely feeling bold tonight, after such a rough day, and smiles again.]

I just thought we... that we could spend the beautiful night together.

[curepotion]

[ ... she really does look like a vision in the night like this. His eyes become kinder when she speaks, and instead of towering over her, he draws close and kneels, crawling. he only stops and sits back on his haunches when he's a few inches from her. there's a light curve of a smile on his lips, and he brushes a hand into his tangled long hair with a chuckle. ]

Why not? [ his hands come to cover one of hers. ] Love to.

[rewritethesky]

[Her smile is shy and it's hard to see the light flush in her cheeks in the pale moonlight. There's something so nice and refreshing about him, not quite like the other boys that tried to court her. She couldn't talk to them like she could easily with Riku, and when she slips her hand to better be able to grip his. They feel calloused and rough, but his grip is gentle.]

Good. And I'm sorry if I worried you at all. Chances like these are just... too rare.

[curepotion]

[ he smiles slightly, and bumps his head lightly, affectionately, against her head with a soft laugh. he's different around her. he would frown at being called lovestruck, probably with some sort of bashful blush--he just... wanted to be gentle with her. she deserved it. he wasn't as brash as everyone thought he was. the hidden sweetness was there.

it took Namine's soft touch to bring it out. ]

You always worry me. [ he says with a wry smile. ] Don't feel bad, though. It's a good kind of worry.

[ he shifts to sit by her. ]

[rewritethesky]

[She doesn't duck out of the way, but does gasp lightly and her blush deepens. It's so nice having someone that new how to be playful sometimes. She didn't mind people treating her with such fragility, but it was so common and tiresome. A gentle playfulness was nice to have.

She scoots just a little bit closer to him but still left a little bit of distance between them and tucked her legs under herself.]

If you're sure. How are things going?

[curepotion]

Boring, as usual. I'm tired of being cooped up doing one thing over and over.

[ he sighed quietly as he confessed his irritation to her, eyes drifting towards the lit surface of the pond. ]

What about you?

[rewritethesky]

[She dips her head a little and smooths out her dress again, being reminded that they are really different.]

Mmm, similar, I guess. It's just a little tiresome, being lectured about inheriting the company.

[curepotion]

They should stop harping on both of us.

[ he finds a small stone underneath his palm in the grass, and turns it over in his hand. ]

Traditions are meant to be broken.

[rewritethesky]

[She looks back up at him, another reminder of their differences.] Not... all are. Some are just more restrictive than others.

[She takes a chance and leans a little closer to rest her head on his shoulder.] It would be nice to have less things to worry about.

[curepotion]

[ when she lays against him, he stiffens for just a moment before he relaxes, looking down at her. he wonders what kind of traditions she holds, if they're better than his constant fighting and staying put and hiding. it doesn't matter in the end... does it? ]

Yeah. Just one or two things would be okay.

[rewritethesky]

[She glances up shyly at him, chancing a smile.]

Do you think we could be together more, if there were less traditions?

[curepotion]

If they were less or less strict...

[ his eyes lower to the ground. ]

I think so.

[rewritethesky]

[She's quiet for a good couple of minutes, and then shuffles around, leaning forward and scooting a way a bit to create some distance. It's as if she's remembered some sort of rule on how proper ladies act while courting, and leaning on them wasn't one of them.

Her eyes focus solely on a spot of ground in front of her and she even shies her hand away from under his.]

...I wish we could. It'd be nice.

[curepotion]

[ the loss of warmth makes him frown, and when she puts distance between them, he can't figure out why. rather than just closing it, however, he touches her arm, confused. ]

Naminé?

[rewritethesky]

[She lightly touches his hand with her fingers and shakes her head. It's nothing he did.

But her smile fades all the same.]

It's only... it's difficult. And sometimes, I wonder if they are right, or that things would change.

[She does love him and she wants to stay with him. But it's tiring. How long they'd have to keep meeting in secret.]

[curepotion]

... [ his hand moves away. ]

I think things should change.

Tradition can't stay tradition--everything changes. The seasons, the days, people, culture... rules shouldn't stay static. It's unnatural.

[rewritethesky]

[She shrinks away, unsure and feeling like she said the wrong thing to him.

But she still looks up at him with a puzzled expression.]

Is there something we can do then...?

[curepotion]

There has to be. We're part of this, so there has to be a way we can affect our families.

[rewritethesky]

We are. I don't know if negotiations could work though.

[But maybe if there was no family to worry over...]