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✘Veritaserum (Truth) Meme

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No matter the question, your character feels compelled to answer truthfully. Even if it's the most personal question they've ever heard, or a query about something they would normally refuse to talk about -- too bad. Some veritaserum must have been slipped into their drink, because they just can't help but tell the truth!

Watch the madness unfold.

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[Lance is at the shelter, in the greenhouse, picking out plants to restock the exam room's medicine cabinets. He glances around when he hears someone approaching, and the first thing he sees is exhaustion. He frowns, turning.]

You look horrible. What happened?

[The warmth of the greenhouse feels amazing, even as Some sneezes. He sinks down on a bench, and leans against the shelves beside it.]

Questioning. All day.

[He gestures sort of helplessly in the direction of the police station, well down the hill.]

Ah.

[Lance murmurs it. He can't really say he doesn't understand why they insist on such sessions, as difficult as they must be. He turns away from the plant he was tending to look for another. Some couldn't ingest plants, but there was something to be said for aromatherapy and some skin-applied salves.]

Sounds like it was a gruelling session. You should've gone home to get some sleep.

That's what they said. I didn't want to. Because they said to.

[He gave a guilty, tired smile.]

I wanted to be with people who aren't trying to make me admit to murder.

If they're trying to make you confess rather than just checking you're still on the terms of your parole, they're doing it wrong.

[There was a difference--a fine line of a difference, but still a difference. Angling for a confession and noting innocence could be similar sometimes. Lance found the right plant, pulled a few leaves, and brought them back to hand them to Some.]

Here, crush these and breathe in the scent.

I think they want me to be a monster again.

[Some gives the leaves a hesitant sniff, and sneezes.]

They smell awful.

[He says it reluctantly, but he can't not, and offers them back to Lance with an embarrassed blush.]

Sometimes people want someone to target.

[He raised an eyebrow and took the leaves back with a blink. They smelled fine to him; aromatic.]

Can't take plant smells either?

Smells are just little pieces of the whole, aren't they? I read that.

[He gave him a tired, apologetic smile.]

Sorry. I wish very much that we were more alike.

It would make treating you easier. But it would teach me far less too, I suppose.

[He says it all dryly and winds up laying the leaves aside with a sigh. If Some can't even handle that, then there really isn't anything he can do.]

I'm only tired. And still drugged.

[He bites his lip after admitting it, glancing away.]

[Lance frowns and glances back.]

Some water, then. And you really should get some rest until it wears off.

Can I rest here? I would like to sleep with you.

[An instant, and he realizes what he said. His pale blush spreads immediately, but the drug won't even let him amend that.]

[Fortunately, all Lance knows is that they've had sleepalongs before. And even though he shouldn't, he does tend to take literally the difference between 'sleeping' and 'having sex with'. So he just smiles gently.]

I won't be able to sleep yet, and Hakuryu is resting in his 'ball, but if you'd like to take a nap here I don't mind.

[Still pink, Some looked down, hands twisting together.]

No, not a nap.

Not a--oh.

[Lance blinks, stares, and blinks some more.]

I ... didn't realise.

I'm-

[No, he's not sorry, and he can't apologize truthfully for it. He has to choose his words carefully, and he doesn't look up.]

I am sorry this is how you're finding out... and that they knew first.

[His hands clench hard on each other, knuckles white.]

[Another blink, a frown, and his mouth twists.]

How could that possible come up in interrogation? Exactly what kinds of questions were they--wait, no, don't answer that.

[The last Lance says quickly as he suddenly remembers that, yes, Some is still actually drugged, you fool.]

[His mouth was already open to answer, and he struggled a moment before he could pull himself back on track. The drug still had its claws in deep, and he blinked a few times before partially answering the question.]

Questions they had no business asking.

I'll bet.

[With quick movements Lance makes sure his task is in a place he can safely leave it and then takes Some's arm.]

Come on. I can't promise anything other than some pillows and a dragon to cuddle, but you should sleep this off.

[Some bites down hard on the urge to say more, to try to explain, or, oh stones, ask, and that, he felt, would not go well.

[He almost makes it inside.]

I trust you. And- I- You- you came back.

[Lance gives him a bemused faintly indulgent smile.]

I came back from where?

... You don't have to answer that.

[He answers anyway, this time.]

Not from anywhere, just... you did. After the jail.

You were genuinely sorry.

[Simple. Not exactly easy, but simple.]

Yes, I was. I am. And you came back exactly when I needed you to come back.

Well, I'm glad I could, then.

[They reach the apartment den and Lance guides Some to the couch so he can go raid the closet for pillows and blankets.]

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Why don't I have a good flustered icon?

because non-human characters are evil like that.

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