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Dream ([personal profile] dreamlocket) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-04-18 01:34 pm
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bodyguard shipping meme

the bodyguard shipping meme



You're a pop star, or a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention.

And you're a bodyguard, a soldier, a knight - a protector. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth.

Except for when the two of you break the bounds of professionalism and feelings begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy.

Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised?

How to Play
1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the guard, the guarded, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference.
2. Comment to others.
3. There are no prompts, because there are so many potential options there could be a hundred. Feel free to play anything: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you.
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No worries!

[personal profile] diana_abel 2017-04-19 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Diana turned at the sound of his voice. Her sister often relied on her supernatural gifts to size up a person. Arty loved reading auras and gazing into the abyss of someone's nature. But frankly, Diana thought it was kinda a cheat. An abuse of Disciplines, when one wasn't necessary. But, of course, Diana was much more of a people person than either of her sisters.

She relied on intuition to try to get a read on the guy.

English, which was nice and nostalgic. She could see why Arty would be inclined to like the guy. He had something of a bookish appearance, with the clothes and the glasses. Like Papa, actually. A bit on in years, but Diana had never ever been good at reading a mortal's age. Obviously, there was more to him than the physical. Which was an interesting deviation from Arty's normal choice of bodyguards.

Maybe he was a Mage? Arty had always been fascinated by them. But Diana wasn't ready to cheat and look at his aura. This was a better way to get to know someone.

The lively art of conversation.

"Yeah," she said, tucking a piece of hair back behind her ear. She'd worn it loose today, with only a beaded headband around her forehead. Diana was pretty much the 1960s personified. Along with the headband and go-go boots, she was wearing a purple, mod mini-dress and several strands of beads in white, pink, purple, and gold.

Why she dressed that way was a bit of a point of contention. And a mystery. Was she rebelling against the 'messiah' title? Nostalgic for a bygone era? Or just set in her ways?

Even Diana wasn't really sure.

"Are you Rupert?" she asked.
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[personal profile] textbookwatcher 2017-04-20 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Giles knew full well that he could be perceived as someone who'd gone a bit to seed. But appearances were deceiving, or so people said. Still, he wanted to actually know the person he was assigned to guard. It was his job, of course, but he found that having more than a surface knowledge of an individual made it that much easier.

"Well, then, it's nice to meet you," he replied with a smile as he took in her appearance. Unconventional was one word that came to mind, but of course, who was he to judge? He didn't know the first thing about what someone like her ought to look like, and even if he did, he knew that people rarely fit into preconceived molds. He thought fondly of Buffy and of how she didn't strike him as the Slayer, at least not at first.

"I am, yes. I hope you haven't been waiting long."
diana_abel: (Sly)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2017-04-20 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
It was harder to resent a bodyguard (or babysitter) when they were polite. Of course, Diana had been born in Notting Hill. She knew that even when the English were rude, they did it politely. Countess Ruth had taught her the art and science of a well-landed insult that was delivered with charm and a smile.

She dipped her head, her hair falling back over her ear. With a few clip-clops of her boots, she crossed over to him, holding out her hand. Liam and Arty were always on her case about handshakes. They were dangerous. Someone might feel for a pulse, for body temperature. A handshake could kill her.

As with many other things, Diana ignored them.

Handshakes were human. And that was how she wanted to live her life.

"Nah," she said. "Just meditating on why my sister sent me here. Kinda my favorite pastime."