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annabell van der graft ([personal profile] the) wrote in [community profile] crypt2011-12-21 01:09 am

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

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.

yep. totally stolen from memebells.
frolic with your subject lines and be free!
blowonthese: (smile ✿ tipping over)

[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-07 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
She moved to sit after everything was served up and ready to go. She looked proudly over the meal, feeling accomplished and well, feeling good having finally had the chance to eat dinner with him after years. It wasn't the way she pictured it, no but it was more than enough to make her happy. And when he said he hoped it wasn't the last, she flushed some because it gave her hope and it flattered her, like his words after. "Thank you, Leckie."

She pulled her napkin into her lap before moving to take a bite, knowing that he was waiting for her to start because he was not without manners. "Dig in." She puts the forkful of mashed potatoes in her mouth and has to smile because they taste perfect.
dear_vera: (food & fruit | Guadalcanal)

[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-07 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
She should certainly look proudly over her work, because he was sure it was going to be amazing. Though once again he had to concede that she looked even better with that modest flush on her cheeks. He made himself quite happy watching that as he patiently waited his turn, but as soon as Summer had started in on her food and told him to do the same - well, he didn't need to be told twice. He started with the meat, picking up the knife and cutting it even though he wanted to just shove the whole piece into his mouth, it smelled so good. And as the first bite-sized piece touched his tongue, he hummed happily, eyes falling shut for a moment as he savored it. His mother had made stew, but he hadn't had pot roast in... far too long. "Oh, it tastes even better than it smells," he said, eyes opening so he could see to cut the next bite and keep going. Of course, about five bites in he realized he was inhaling it and tried to slow down, chewing and swallowing before he asked, "Have you always been so good at cooking?" It seemed a nice, safe thing to ask, although he knew that he should already know the answer; still, he tried to smile, because he really was curious. He didn't know about her hobbies, what she liked to do or what she was good at. Not anymore - not yet.
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-07 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
She watched his reaction from across the table and felt a pleasant warmth settle in her stomach when he seemed to like it. Her smile widened at the sight of it, at the sight of him almost inhaled it before realizing he was doing so. "I'm glad you like it." But of course, she laughed at his question, shaking her head. "I used to be awful. Actually, I was bad before you left and learned." She wanted to be good enough by the time he got back.

"I'm still teaching myself things."
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[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-07 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
He glanced up sheepishly after he realized he wasn't being very polite, but she seemed amused, nothing worse, so he relaxed a bit - but still made an effort to eat a little slower. "I do - I really like it," he assured her, tilting his head curiously when she laughed in response to his question, though the why became clear a moment later. "Ah - well, I suppose a couple of years and a person can master anything, right? Because I'd say you have definitely mastered this. What's your favorite thing to cook, now?" Because he definitely planned to see if she'd make it for him, too, just to see that smile on her face again - though he bet it would be excellent, to boot.
blowonthese: (smile ✿ gazing up ✿ really?)

[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-07 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't think it un-polite. In fact, it was a compliment that he was eating her food so quickly, it meant his words are true, that he loves the food she made. "Yeah, it was tricky. I burned some dishes and burned my hands a few times." But at his question, she was quiet for a moment. "I like making mashing potatoes. But I also like making spaghetti. I just learned it."
dear_vera: (good day on the beach | Guadalcanal)

[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-07 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded, trying not to smile at the idea of dishes coming out of the oven a little overdone - and of course burned hands weren't funny, but he imagined they did come with the territory. "Well, I can definitely vouch for your mashed potatoes. And I've never had real spaghetti... at least, I don't think so," he said, realizing as he glanced down at his plate, "I guess it's really hard to say what I have and haven't done... but I certainly don't remember having spaghetti, so I'd love to try some of yours, sometime." It was hard, living this life that was only half there, only memories other people had of him and memories he'd made that only went back a few years and were clearly full of holes. "I know I'll remember it this time," he tried to say enthusiastically, smiling up at her again. The doctors had said that even if his old memories never came back, he could still make new ones. He shouldn't forget those - and that was a relief, because to live a life that you were never sure you remembered at all... that sounded like torture.
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-07 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know if you have either but I can always fix that." Somehow, it got easier to say things like that. He didn't have his memories and she needed to accept that, she needed to help him make new ones if his old weren't going to return. Though she wouldn't lose that hope either no matter how hard it got. "I'll have to make you some time." She offered him a smile before taking a few bites of food, swallowing only to ask-- "Do you have any other things to ask? I don't mind answering while you eat."
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[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-07 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"It sounds like a plan to me," he agreed - he didn't care if he'd had it before or not; in the end, he wanted to try Summer's spaghetti, if only to make her smile. Though if this pot roast was any indication, it was going to be excellent spaghetti. "You just let me know when it's convenient, and I'll bring something over to go with it - wine, maybe?" He certainly didn't want to show up empty-handed - he'd probably bring her some flowers, too. He probably should have done that, tonight, but this had been sort of an impromptu visit.

He considered her question, but really the thing that was first and foremost on his mind, despite the fact that he already planned to look into employment in the hospital, was, "What did I do at the Record? Do you know? Mom didn't tell me, and I admit I wasn't really in the mood to ask her. I probably cleared out a little faster than I meant to, this morning," he said sheepishly.
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-07 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, no. You save your money. Just you being here is a good enough gift for the hostess," she said a little boldly but honestly. She didn't want him to spend any money on her when he didn't have a job, he should save it for himself. "Besides I'll have wine that I'll cook with and we can drink that. I can always put you to work if you feel like you owe me or something, which you shouldn't."

"You reported sports," she answered with a smile. "I have a few of your articles saved, if you'd like to see them after dinner." They were mostly boring to her but at the same time, they were his so she cherished them. "Mostly local stuff but you were really good. I mean, you made me care about sports, if that--" She was going to say 'if that tells you anything' but she realized he didn't know her well enough to know that it was a feat. "Well, it's a daunting challenge."
dear_vera: (you think so? | Guadalcanal)

[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-07 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He looked a little unsure at that - not that he didn't believe her, but still... "Are you sure?" Well, he could still bring her flowers, those weren't expensive, and besides - he had a lot of backpay in his pocket, but she was right in thinking that was, at least for the moment, unemployed. "You'll let me know if you change your mind... but in the meantime, I have no problem being put to work." Not by her, not by a long shot.

"Oh - really?" Honestly, he didn't know what to expect when he'd asked the question, but it was definitely an... interesting answer. He did nod, though, when she mentioned she had a few articles saved. "Yeah? I think I'd like that... just to see if you're biased or not," he added, though he couldn't help but smile, pleased, when she got across the fact that he'd been able to make a subject like that interesting to her. "Although I'm really not sure I could just march back down there and ask for my job back. Honestly, I'm not sure they'd hire me back even if I could remember... they've probably found someone new by now. I think I might be better doing something more along the lines of manual labor for a bit." Honestly, he didn't know whether he'd be able to pick a pen up and just write after everything... though now he was a little curious to try. Maybe he'd start a journal. Maybe he'd pretend they were letters to Summer.
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-07 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course. I think it'll be fair trade. I make you dinner in exchange for your company and maybe you helping with the dishes afterward," she teased softly, though she meant it. He could help with the dishes and that'd be more than enough of a gift than she could ask for.

"Yeah, you played basketball in high school. I'm sure that's what got you interested." She was happy to tell him that, if it would please him, though she laughed. "Not completely biased. I know good reading when I see it. And no, the new guy is no good. I sent you a few of the articles since you asked. You said he was just awful. And I have to agree. Boring."
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[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-07 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think that sounds reasonable," he temporized, nodding - he didn't mind doing the dishes if she cooked for him, after all, and he'd be happy to do it so she wouldn't have to, not after she would have worked hard on something for them to eat. "And much safer than having me try to cook, I can promise you that."

"Hm... could be," he mused, when she said he'd played sports himself; it made sense, after all, though he had to laugh when she said he'd deemed the new writer no good. "Oh - well then maybe I'd better go back there and tell them I can save their paper... just as soon as I remember how awfully good I was." He gave her a conspiratorial smile, though it was still a little pleased that she thought his writing was good. "Though maybe I ought to practice a little, first. I think I'd be rusty even if I felt like I knew what I was doing. Maybe I need a good editor to point me in the right direction..." And maybe she'd be willing to do it, though of course he wouldn't want to force her to do something that might be difficult, emotionally.
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-07 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I believe it. After years of eating beans out of cans, I don't think cooking is your speciality. And that is okay with me." She felt the urge to press a kiss to his lips after she said it but she doesn't, she bites her bottom lip instead as he continued to speak.

"I hope that comes back first. Writing is... well, it's what you're best at. And it felt like the thing that you most loved." She moved to reach for the stack of letters, putting her fork down as she flipped through them and found one, a poem of his he wrote. "This one made me cry for weeks, it was so beautiful. So if you want me as your editor, I'd be happy to be that person."
dear_vera: (advice from behind | Cape Gloucester)

[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-08 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
He couldn't help but laugh, liking the way she put that - and it was, after all, quite accurate. "The lady has a point," he said - and the funny thing was, if she'd kissed him right then, he would have kissed her right back. He felt a little lost, admittedly, as to where he was supposed to stand with her, exactly. She felt very strongly about him, that much was clear, she'd said it. And he had felt the same way about her, he didn't doubt it for a second. Not as she pulled out one of his letters, telling him that something he'd written had had that kind of effect on her...

He paused in his eating, picking up the piece of paper. It was in his handwriting, that much certainly hadn't changed, somehow, and as his eyes scanned over the lines... it was like reading something he remembered writing in a dream - or, rather, something he knew he'd written but couldn't remember the act of actually writing it. He glanced up at her, smiling a little, softly, as she agreed to be his editor. "I'd really like that, Summer. It would mean a lot." He set the letter aside, not knowing if now was the time to bring up what he'd just been thinking, but... he wasn't sure there'd ever be a time that was better than some other. "Can I... ask you something bluntly? I mean, I just... want to know how you want to do this. Us. Because we're something, whether I can remember it or not, and I don't... think I want to lose that. I don't want to lose you, even if I can't remember having you. Does that make any sense?"
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-08 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
She watched him read the poem, wondering if something that powerful, that special would bring back some sort of memory but it didn't seem to have the same effect as the other letter had. And she felt a brief moment of disappointment but she didn't really get a chance to feel it before he spoke again, asking if he could ask her something bluntly. She nodded, watching his face as he pressed on.

Her expression faded from a bit of a smile into something more serious as he spoke seriously, asking what they were going to do, what she wanted to do about them. About their relationship. She hesitated for a moment, blinking at his words as she tried to consider what she wanted. "I..." What could she say without making him feel obligated or guilty? What could she say that wouldn't make him feel like he had to stay and try. He said he didn't want to lose her and she certainly didn't want to lose him. "I'm still in love with you," she said it helplessly, her voice soft, strained with emotion as she looked down at the letters in her hands. "I... I don't want you to feel like you have to try but... just thinking about losing you after I just got you back... I thought you were dead and my heart was broken." Her eyes lifted to meet with his, brimming with a few tears she refused to let fall. "But it'd be worse if I lost you now even if you don't remember me. I know that's a lot to take but..." She wanted to tell the truth.
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[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-08 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
He wished something as simple as words - something as powerful as words - could bring everything back to him, but that didn't seem to be the case. And he had something much more important to deal with, watching her earnestly as she tried to answer his question. He wanted the truth, no matter how hard it might be to hear, but it wasn't as hard as she thought. "Honestly... it doesn't feel like an obligation, Summer. It feels like... like I've won something." He laughed a little, trying to figure out how to tell her. "I'm pretty sure every Marine wanted to come home to a girl like you saying she loved him. And here I have, and I can't even remember how it all began. But that doesn't mean I don't want to try. And it doesn't mean I feel like I have to. I want to. I've only known you for a few days that I can remember, and already I like you. I don't think that part of me has changed." He moved to set the letters down and reached out to take her hand, gently, if she'd let him. "And yes, a part of me doesn't want to hurt you, a part of me would stay just to make you smile. But I want to make you smile. I want to find out how to do it all the time. That's got to mean something, right? I think it's going to be harder for you than for me, but... can we try?"
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-08 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
God. Even without his memories, without being the Leckie she knew, he's still Robert Leckie. He knew exactly the right things to say, always. And right now, he was saying them, giving her hope. Because even if his memories don't come back, he wanted to try. He wanted to fight for them. And the fact that he already liked her, even after only a few days, it said something to her. Her eyes met with his, her breath caught in her throat for a moment so all she could was nod. "Y-Yes. That's all I want. I want to try." Her heart felt like it was about to pop out of her chest hearing all those things, hearing that he wanted to make her smile all the time, that it wasn't that he thought he had to, but that he wanted to. Her hand curled in his and she brought his up to her lips to kiss because until she was sure he was okay with it, she wouldn't kiss him on the lips. "I promise I won't rush you."
dear_vera: (dinner conversation | Home)

[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-08 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
All he could do was say how he felt - and maybe that was something that couldn't be wiped away, maybe there was enough of him left that deep down, he was still the same person, even if he couldn't remember all the events that had made him that way. Everything he'd said was true, and he couldn't help but smile - a small, but hopeful smile, when she said she wanted to try. He nodded, letting her pull his hand up to her lips, but, "You don't have to worry about it. I've been lazing about for months." Not necessarily true, he'd been recovering. But still - "Maybe a little rushing is what I need." He glanced at her face, his thumb moving against her lips, before he blurted, "Can I kiss you? I mean, I know you did, the other day, when you thought... but I won't if you don't want me to." But if there was a time to start... now felt pretty right. But only if she wanted him to. If she didn't, he'd keep his distance, not suggest it again until she brought it up first, and he tried to make his face say that as he waited for her reply.
blowonthese: (smile ✿ bashful ✿ truly happy)

[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-08 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled when he said he'd been lazing around, that she didn't need to worry about rushing. But her face slipped into something close to surprise when he asked if he could kiss her. She blinked before her cheeks flush and she, in turns, blurted out-- "Of course you can kiss me." She paused before laughing softly. "I mean, only if you're sure you want to." Another pause. "I just mean, I wouldn't mind it at all."
dear_vera: (smile & relief | Guadalcanal)

[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-08 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
His smile went from hopeful to gently amused to just genuinely pleased as she managed to get out an answer in the affirmative. He knew it couldn't be exactly how she'd wanted it, but he wanted to show her how he felt, that he wanted to try this, that he wanted to deserve someone like her. It was a little awkward - funny, really - as he had to abandon his mostly-cleaned plate to scoot his chair closer to hers, but he could use the hand in hers to gently pull her toward him and carefully, softly, press his lips to hers. "I hope I wasn't such a great kisser before that you'll be disappointed now..." he murmured, hoping to feel that smile underneath his lips as they pressed to hers.
blowonthese: (romance ✿ kiss ✿ tentative)

[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-08 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
He moved closer and she felt her heart skip two beats, it was like the first time they kissed, just down the street from his house, just after he told her he was going the next day. Although, she'd kissed him and this time, he was the one leaning in to kiss her. The kiss is soft and she returns it tentatively, letting him set the pace because if it were up to her, she'd get carried away. "Before the other day, we only kissed maybe twice." The first time, then a nice long, goodbye kiss. And right now, she was not complaining.
dear_vera: (a simple kiss | Melbourne)

[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-08 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
He smiled into that kiss himself, thinking that at least they had a sort of blank slate there, without too much previous history for him to have missed out on. Though he was pretty sure even one or two kisses with her would have been missed - he could just imagine shipping out after a kiss from her, it must have been torture. Still, he managed to murmur, "Oh... well, definitely my loss, but at least you shouldn't be comparing too much..." before he tried for another kiss, much like the first - slow, feeling things out, but not without some feeling. After all, he knew that maybe what he felt right now couldn't run as deep as what she felt... but he knew the potential was there, just listening to her talk about their history. And that certainly didn't count for nothing. It was sort of like a love story that he knew - hoped he knew - could turn out right.
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-08 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
She hummed her agreement against his lips as he kissed her again, letting herself get a little lost in it. It was hard not to forget that this wasn't her Leckie, as their lips pressed together and it felt like there was deeper feeling behind that kiss. Her hands moved to his face to hold as she deepened it a little, forgetting herself and just letting herself take comfort in the fact that he was here for her to kiss. And for the hope that they'd find their way again.
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[personal profile] dear_vera 2012-05-08 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
He, on the other hand, could not remember kissing a girl much before this - and he liked it, liked it a lot, the way her lips moved naturally against his, the way her palms felt warm and comforting against his cheeks. He was more than happy to let her take it where she wanted, his hand sliding down her side to rest at her hip - but not doing anything else, not wanting to startle her or do something she didn't like. They had to take this slow, he knew that, no matter how this went right now. But that didn't mean he wasn't responsive - he couldn't not be, not when he could taste her, under the mashed potatoes and pot roast, and smell the scent of her hair... a scent that was familiar, his eyes snapping open for a minute as his kiss faltered without really meaning to.

But whatever he was trying to remember was like a word on the tip of your tongue - not quite there, just out of reach... but there nonetheless. And all he could think to do was press another kiss to her lips before she thought she'd done something wrong - because it anything, she'd done something very, very right.
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[personal profile] blowonthese 2012-05-08 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
She'd gotten lost in that kiss, completely. Lost in memories of written words of love, of hopes and fears, and dreams of the future that would all have to be on pause until they figured this out. Even so, she wasn't so lost that she couldn't feel the way his kiss faltered a moment later, pulling her back to reality, though it wasn't as cold or harsh as it felt this morning. Not by a long shot. Her eyes blinked open to look and make sure he wasn't too overwhelmed but he was kissing her again before she could process it.

Her hands slid from his face, just in case something was wrong and moved to rest on his chest as she kissed him for just a moment longer, savoring the experience, trying to see if there was anything different about him. Though, it'd been so long the memory was hazy and the memory of how he tasted was even hazier. But eventually she pulled back a little-- "Okay?"