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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[allbloodyhail]

Was going to say, that it suits you. Not being a waitress, but the colors and whatnot. [gestures...vaguely, arching an eyebrow. there, olive branch officially extended. Willow would be proud or something.]

[herotypical]

Gee, thanks.

[ she tries to commit to the steel and finds herself coming short; buffy busies herself with the drink preparations. swallowing all that failed indignation. ]

[allbloodyhail]

Always did have a way with words. Some even called me a poet once upon a time. [Half trying to catch her eye... half trying to hide himself.]

[herotypical]

Some? Or yourself?

[ she straightens her arms and locks her elbows as she leans back against the shallow counter. waiting for the coffee maker to do its magic. ] Because I dimly recall studying poetry before I had to stage a serious intervention on my college life and you do not own entirely enough cravats to be a poet, Spike.

[ lilting. light. spike has a way with words that she knows she ought not to deny but buffy feels more comfortable taking potshots than giving him any ground.

the woman takes a long time to warm up. in that way, she's a little like the castle she now inhabits. ]

[allbloodyhail]

[lmfajhdgh so deep. if only spike could hear her ~innermostthoughts.]

Believe what you like, Slayer. [A definite smile there. And some definite eye contact. He'll just have to do the warming up for her, which ought to be ironic since he is all circulationless and stuff.]

[herotypical]

[ spike's relative readiness to be more hot-blooded than herself -- outside of battle -- is an irony not lost on her back then and certainly not lost on her now; she clams up, shakes her head, and turns away from that eye contact. it burns just a little too brightly.

so she looks to preoccupy herself and the queen of hot and cold hisses quietly as she scalds the edge of her hand on the heated-up coffee maker. the breathed curse is more cathartic than genuine. it isn't as though she's actually burned. the skin shows a smudge of redness. that's all. ]

O-of course...you probably did have one. Them. Ample amounts of them. Back...then. [ a hard swallow. she glances at him now and then from the corner of her vision. ] Cravats.

[allbloodyhail]

[He chuckles easily, warmly. Though just under the surface he's cracking up. And if she doesn't offer up something well. He's just going to have to keep being sickeningly nice until they're both nauseous. He's already resigned himself to the fate.]

And jackets made of velveteen, so what's your point. [Slowly, and with the utmost care, he takes her hand. Not without some trepidation, but he keeps the contact as light as he can possibly manage, breath catching stupidly as he draws his thumb over her incidental and quickly disappearing burn.]

[herotypical]

[ there is, of course, the initial tug -- startled and spooked; every bit like a jackrabbit trying to bound instantly away. there are things about spike that still leave her hella disquieted and while his touch is certainly not altogether welcome, it hasn't yet broached welcome either. ]

My point is -- in a roundabout kind of way -- you're doubly disqualified from commenting on my outfits. Waitressy or not. Colourful or not. Because you had velveteen and cravats and now you look like...like...[ she stammers as she loses verbal control at just around the same point she resigns her hand to his care. ]

[allbloodyhail]

Hey. [He ducks his head until he can catch her eyes and hold them there, his hand tightening imperceptibly. Maybe.] It's good to see you, Buffy.

[herotypical]

[ emotion shines in her eyes for just a moment. unasked for. unwanted. ]

Y-you too, Spike. I mean -- I mean there's a certain sort of mutuality to that particular feeling. [ another sigh. another breath -- this time sucked in past her teeth and she feels a muscle twitch along her jaw.

her fingers flex under his. strong but not strictly protesting. biding her time. ]

[allbloodyhail]

[Spike nods, glad to hear the words even if the uncertainty still hurts. He anticipated it at least, which doesn't make it hurt any less but rather dulls to a constant ache in his chest cavity.] Buffy, I... [He means to say something else, but his expression softens and for the first time he lets it all crumble. Lets her see just how broken up he is; how lost. But he doesn't dare let go for fear of being pushed away entirely.]

I don't expect anything... just seeing you, it's. [Enough is wrong, and anything else sounds forced, so he lets it drop, breathing slowly out through his nose.] Coffee's ready.

[And as if it's the hardest thing he's ever done, several seconds later, his fingers open up to free hers, that raw expression once again clearly splayed across his face.]

[herotypical]

[ her brows knit. watching that pain register on his face inspires a new pain in her. heart-crushing mercy seizes her chest and -- once again -- she seems to sputter and spin her wheels. run on the spot. can't go forward and can't go back. ]

It's...[ she is about to finish the sentence for him when the moment cracks and flakes away.

coffee's ready. the slayer turns rapidly away and pours the drinks too quickly. too rigidly. ] Go on. Grab a seat. I'll bring these over.

[allbloodyhail]

[He looks as if he's about to protest, but all that happens is a brief yet curt nod as he slides stiffly into a chair.]

Ta. [softly.] Awfully hospitable of you.

[herotypical]

What good's a castle -- [ she mumbles a little too forcefully as she slides one mug towards him and sits opposite ] -- if you don't get to play the perfect host, huh?

[allbloodyhail]

Perfect's a pretty tall order. [some brief eye-narrowing as both palms hug his cup idly.] Even for you.

[herotypical]

Well -- you know what they say about perfect, right? And about how to make it?

[ practice

was this some sort of backhanded suggestion that he should be around MORE OFTEN?

maybe.

maybe not. ]

[allbloodyhail]

Why don't you tell me, luv. I've never been all too well versed myself.

[herotypical]

That's cruel, Spike. [ nevermind how cruel she's already been tonight.

buffy sips her drink. ] Don't make me spell it out.

[allbloodyhail]

Spell what out? [He's so innocent right now. You don't even know. With some trepidation he blows on his coffee and slowly takes a drink.]

[herotypical]

...Nothing.

[ so stroppy. ]