meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

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HARDEST THING TO SAY MEME Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest. - post as your character. - others go to RNG and roll numbers 1-22 then respond setting up a scenario. - respond and have fun! 01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore. 02. I WOULD KILL YOU The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance. 03. I LOVE YOU, BUT... A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need. 04. I DON'T TRUST YOU No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore. 05. SACRIFICE You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you. 06. TROUBLE You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though. 07. CRIME CONFESSION You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it. 08. DEMONS We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back. 09. I'M PREGNANT... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it. 10. BETRAYAL You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it 11. CHEATED You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover. 12. BROKEN That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything. 13. AFRAID Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it. 14. HELP ME You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried. 15. I'M SORRY You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness. 16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together. 17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth. 18. LET'S RUN AWAY You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life. 19. ASHAMED Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up. 20. CAN'T REMEMBER The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them? 21. HOW COULD YOU You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them. 22. YOUR CHOICE Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

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[knightime]

Well yeah. You do anything that isn't like all the other fucking movies, someone is gonna call your shit out. There needs to be some fucking consistency in our shitty fakey fake movies.

[uncertainty]

Oh. [ Welp. ]

So, I guess, I should go set the record, uhh, straight... Before everyone, starts, actually doing whatever it is, uhh, that people do, when that thing happens.

[tastefully]

... Well, I hope you don't mind me saying, but it's hardly nothing if it's bothering you, is it?

[ Just saying. He's not being annoying, or anything, really; he seems to just want to help. ]

always

[headedforhope]

[Mami has to wonder about that. Is it really kind at all, when she wanted the company for her own sake as much as anything else? Another voice to banish the silence and the ghosts that dwell within them. A lessening, brief and self-serving as it is, of the weight dragging her slowly down by the ankles into a state of mind where not even crying can ease a thing. Where it's all sharp corners and aches and a terrible, terrible weariness.

She regards Rose by means of calm, yet brief glances. Measured, precise, in order to not put the other girl under undue or disrespectful scrutiny. A departure from her usual watchfulness? True - but then, she and Rose have a bond that allows for such things. An understanding that's unspoken and somehow more valuable because of it.]

It's no trouble at all, Rose. I enjoy it just as much.

[That frown doesn't escape her notice, although Mami holds off on commenting on it. At least directly, at least for now.]

I'm glad you accepted the offer.

[She takes a sip of her own tea, the motion lingering and careful.]

[bunkbuddy]

Were you safer in the basement from it?

[Buffy and her nonsequitors, how he loves them.]

[chosenone]

I probably would have been if I'd gone to the basement.

[bunkbuddy]

Still, it's a little gloomy isn't it?

[deductives]

Up to debate.

[Sherlock glances at her. She wouldn't. He knows she wouldn't. But that doesn't stop him from leaping up and giving chase, the tail of his coat leaving an oddly shaped snow angel behind him.]

I know how to pilot it about as well as you, you know--

[He catches up with her, barely, and wipes her back off.]

[sharp]

[ By the time he has caught up with her, she's breathing hard and feeling the cold air burn her lungs -- in a good, kind of exhilarating way. Laughter bubbles up in her throat soon after, throwing a glance over her shoulder. ]

Sounds like a challenge, then.

[ She grasps the silver handle of the great, big blue box, but her eyes watch Sherlock. With the small dose of adrenaline in her system, the words tumble out before she can think about them: ] Come away with me.

[deductives]

[Sherlock feels his face crinkle in the slightest of smiles. Challenges are good. He's fairly certain Amy is one of the few people who can provide one legally. Well, not to the laws of physics, anyway.

But her question renders him stone faced again. He can't just leave John, or London at large, behind. That, and she isn't the Doctor. She shouldn't try to be. As an average human being, her behavior proves far more fascinating.

He stops by the door and gives her the courtesy of looking her in the eye.]

Amy, I... can't.

[tsundyne]

[Yukari sighs, scratching her head, as she thinks about it. It isn't nothing -- no, evidently even a stranger could tell.]

It's...my friend. I think...I think he might be sick or something.

[:T]

[sharp]

[ Amy's mouth falls open slightly, realizing how high her hopes were for a second and how much she wished she could swallow them back. Stupid. That really wasn't how she wanted to ask him. ]

Right, of course. Stupid suggestion. I was ... joking, anyway. [ Which she already knows is an unconvincing lie, but she laughs at herself regardless. It's the most she can think of to break some of awkward tension she feels. ] Come on. We should just get you back to Baker Street, yeah?

[ She opens the TARDIS door, letting herself in first. ]

[descends]

[When Cheshire gets close enough to ruffle his hair, Asato merely responds by smiling and gently pulling the other into a hug.]

I'm sure.

[He doesn't care what Cheshire's past is. It would be wrong of him to judge, wrong of him immediately decide one way or another how this cat should be treated other than with the utmost respect. It's not just something he's been taught despite the way he's been treated all his life (which, still, he is grateful for being allowed to live at all), but something he's learned and wanted to give towards others, especially those who have had less than easy lives, themselves. Konoe made him want to reach out to others. Cheshire makes him want to reach out even more and protect them all he can.

He pulls back, suddenly, however, as if realizing he may be being overly affection. Tail stiff and ears alert, Asato blinks before shaking his head quickly.]

N-name you? Ahhh, I'm not very good with names, what if I pick something stupid?

[It's a serious concern of his.]

[weightlessly]

...Don't I? [she felt as if she should for burdening him with such things, with her attitude, her actions, and her overall weakness. But, nevertheless, his words were comforting.

reaching up she gently cupped his face between her hands, letting her thumb run across the side of his cheek. another small smile then, and she still choked back a sob mixed with a soft laugh of relief, unable to express how grateful she was to have him here at this moment.]

You're all I need, then. [and it was true, if he would stay with her. her strength, her willpower, and her happiness, she could draw from him and only him if he wouldn't leave. never was a long time, but she tried not to be negative, not when she'd broken apart in front of him and he'd held her up in his arms and carefully put her back together with so few words.]

But... I don't want to lose you. I can't. [she couldn't stand the idea of another gone, she couldn't fathom her life without him now, too. to keep his promise meant he had to protect himself, could she trust him to do that? she hoped so.

she couldn't tell him anything, couldn't let him help, couldn't let him further into his life if he would only disappear like everyone else.]

[tastefully]

[ LOL HUMANS I mean... ]

... He's ill? How can you be sure?

[ Vampires, of course, can tell by merely smelling the blood of a human from a close distance, listening to their heartbeat, and such. But he won't say anything. For now, acting the concerned human was good enough. ]

... I'm sorry. It's no wonder you're bothered. I would be, too.

[oxfordian]

[ All of Raven's words are sinking in for Charles at a subdued pace, both from how tired he's found himself as well as how shocked -- how worried. He sighs immediately; that requires absolutely no thought. Worrying, fretting. Angry and -- surprised? Shocked? There are entirely too many things to feel as he's running over Raven's voice in his mind, all of the implications of her words.

He doesn't know where to begin. Not really. ]

You don't know where you are? [ Raven. Raven. Charles hardly has the time to scold her for being lucky to know him, lucky for his mutation as he's hurrying to get himself clothed and out of his bed. ]

Are you safe? You're not harmed? [ His voice is a combination of insistent and angry, as though he's unable to make a decision -- conscious or otherwise -- about how he ought to arrange his own thoughts. ]

[tsundyne]

[...Lol?

It's pretty easy to tell for humans, too, jsyk; and they don't have to smell their blood or anything creepy like that. But whatever.]

It's obvious. He's even more tired than usual lately; he looks awful, like he never sleeps, and...he just doesn't wanna do anything but sleep nowadays, after he gets home.

[That—

That probably bugs her the most, to be honest, because there are some instances when she watches him that...she just doesn't believe he'll wake up again. But that's totally irrational, isn't it?

Why would she be afraid of something like that...

What reason. Why would she be so superstitious about that? It's not quite like her, and—well. This whole thing is just—]

It's...not like him.

[darkholme]

I'm safe and at a bar. [Said with drunken conviction, although now she's sitting down because she knows, somehow, that's he's not happy with her. It's hard to make out any sort of distinction in his tone, but she just knows. Which isn't good. Her eyes shut as she tries to sort out her options.]

Don't be mad, it's okay. Mm, please don't be. Mad. I could take a cab, maybe. The schedule, though. [She squints, laughs a little tiny bit.] Cabs don't have schedules, do they. Meant the train. But I don't wanna get on the train.

[knightime]

I'm not even sure if anyone will take you seriously but I'm not going to wait and find out.

[quantums]

[ at this point his heart was pounding between his ears. hands shaking still, he nodded. these decisions weren't the type that required any sort of second thoughts from him. his resolve was firm. ]

I'll do whatever it takes! [ he answered again almost too quickly. it put him on the spot, making him feel a bit self-conscious. he pauses a moment, biting on his bottom lip. ] I'll get stronger!

You can trust me.
I-I refuse to be a liability to you...

[ for what it was worth he had managed to escape death so far.
though to be honest he didn't quite know how. ]

[fierybluebird]

[Focuses on his breathing, but he's still troubled.]

I don't know. Japan ah... please... listen. I am not being pessimistic, just...

[Grits his teeth and steels up his jaw. What is he saying? He can't. Saying things like this just makes it real. But does lying and pretending it will all be okay make that any more of a possibility? Usually it quells the doubt. He will keep his family alive, because he has to. Because he must. Because he refuses to accept any other outcomes. And Marco the Phoenix is strong, legendary, brought up by the best man who ever lived. Surely, he can manage that much. And yet... what of the doubts. Are they so unreal? The small voice that said they might not survive and rescue Ace. The constant worry that one day he would see his father fall and be unable to stop it, because in the end, time would take everyone away from Marco until he was alone again.]

Thank you for the faith. [But it's mumbled. One more person to keep an eye on. To always appear as strong and resilient and the only one to keep his composure even in the midst of a battle and all the sorrow of losing family for. One more person he couldn't fail. And it doesn't make him anymore at ease. He wants to run. To point out that he's not his father. He's not the world's strongest; the strongest and one of the wisest, smartest, best person to ever live. And even that person fell to Blackbeard. What does Marco have for weapons? His family whom he has to protect? If he can't get over the fear of losing them he can't protect them, and yet, that makes the fear stronger.]

[Marco clenches a fist. How can he explain it?]

If... today.... America turned and betrayed you. If he said he was going to take all your lands and that he had only been pretending to be friends so that he could learn all about you, and that he would destroy your allies or those most important to you... How would you...? That is... [He shakes his head. Not sure if he should apologize for even asking such an impossible thing, or if it isn't really relevant either. Japan believed in always staying on guard, didn't he? He didn't trust his family, he almost certainly didn't trust America even now. At least... not like nakama. Could Japan fight back against America if such a thing was tried? But Marco wasn't sure of the politics, he suspected, America could be easily played against Russia instead and then Japan wouldn't have to fight both at the same time at least.]

I will lose, Japan. I will lose. Whether it's trying to find better caretakers for Pops' islands, the only places I could call home, or seeing them slip to Blackbeard or just other chaos... I'll lose. Which losses can I call acceptable when it would mean asking which brother has to die? If I go too recklessly, I'll lose everything at once and that is even worse. What can I risk? Shanks placed a bet on the future. Even if I hold us out long enough for Ace's brother to be ready... can I really do that to him? Ask him to do what we cannot? What Pops couldn't? What Ace couldn't?

[Completely buries his head now. Admitting all this out loud.... even to himself was impossible, only to Japan was he willing to try.] I need you to know I'm not infallible. Ah... more than you know already. I can't... tell my family. Ever. Around them, I must always be the phoenix. Perfect. Unshakable. If a foe comes up, I'll kick them down, always protect them, so that they know they are safe with me. Japan has to know beyond the lie. You're... the only one I trust to see it. Because you'll survive even if I fall. So don't let me lose myself too. Because I promised to protect you too. And maybe you're the only one I really can. I'm sorry.

[isfinetoo]

[The hug surprises him, but he has no issue with touch and thus doesn't tense, simply relaxes into it with eyes wide. He doesn't return the embrace, though, because it honestly doesn't occur to him to do so.

He's just a little broken, really.

But when Asato draws away, Cheshire's ears perk up and he's smiling a smile that carries an actual genuine note to it. If he had a tail, it would likely be swishing playfully at this point, but instead he steps in close and catches Asato's, smoothing the fur with gentle strokes.

Physical intimacy is something he's more than accustomed to. It's just the feeling behind it that unnerves him in Asato's case.]

I doubt you could do any worse than the names I've had, believe me. And I'll tell you if I don't like it, alright?

[revolutionized]

[There is no response that Utena can think of, so she obeys the unspoken suggestion to sit down, resting her elbows on the table - one hand propped under her chin and the other slightly lifted, so that she would be able to study her ring under the light.

It was either this or abandoning her promise, she thinks, but the cold knowledge of this and the actual experience is altogether different. Not for the first time, Utena does not know how to fix things.]

As well as you always do, huh... [She murmurs this to herself.]

[headedforhope]

[When Mami speaks again, her voice rings hollow as it filters out from the kitchen - due to more than just the acoustics of distance and barriers.]

It'll just be a few minutes.

[There's the faint clink of china, the muted creak of a cupboard door, a soft fwoosh of flame as she clicks the stove burner on. Yet for now, Mami doesn't put the kettle on - only stares into the fire. The corners of her eyes begin to burn, as if pained by the light, but Mami knows better. The reason behind this growing urge to cry can't be ignored, shoved under the surface, dressed up in something pretty and allowed to pass for the truth.

Utena is going to leave. It will hurt - already hurts - and there's nothing Mami can do about it.]

[oxfordian]

[ When Charles finally speaks again, it's with a stern, solid tone -- as though he's finally resolved to settle on one emotion for the moment, and it's a very prominent and disappointed anger. ] You are not taking a cab. You are not getting on a train, either.

[ Charles tries to keep himself calm, to take a deep breath and close his eyes on the other end of the line. He clears his throat, brows knit. ] You will attempt to tell me where you are, and I am going to pick you up myself.

[ This was dangerous for several reasons, the primary one not exactly on his mind at the moment; perhaps even for the very first time, he's concerned quite a bit more for Raven as his sister than Raven as a mutant liability. ] Do you understand?