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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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[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."