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[optipesimism]

the broken meme.

You may once have been a great hero, or a modest regular person. But something has pushed you past the limit. There's simply no going back to who you used to be. To be seen now, your friends, your family, would they even recognize you? Your savior was too late. The pain was too much. The pleasure was too intense. You've been short-circuited.


You're broken.

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1. Pain.
You've been pushed beyond your limits and become light-headed, 'floaty'. The sight of your own blood doesn't provoke a reaction anymore, and seeing a friend might cause you to smile, or talk strangely. You might not even recognize them. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's alright now.

2. Lust.
No, no, no became yes, yes, yes. Dignity and self-respect have faded, replaced by an insatiable and alien feeling of want. You've reached a point where shame doesn't even occur to you anymore. Your eyes seem out of focus and your smile doesn't look right. Look, I've made so many friends who like me...! Do anything to me if it feels good.

3. Shock.
What has been seen cannot be unseen. A revelation about a friend, a loved one, an enemy- something has shocked you in a way you can never reverse. It may change not only the way you look at someone or something, but also the way you see the rest of your life. I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I saw...

4. Oppressed.
What's it like outside my cage? Your spirit of rebellion or confidence has been cracked, and your rescuers might not be there in time to salvage what's left of your spirits. You've long since accepted that getting away from this oppression is impossible- Perhaps you've even become attached to it as the only way to live life. Yes, sir. No, sir. Sorry, sir.

5. Corruption.
Something has eroded you. You're not like you used to be. You're obsessive, your face is darker. You may even see who you were before as weak or useless. Whether it's a magic ring or Phazon infecting your body, you're going grimdark and it's looking a little too late to pull you out of it. This power is far greater than what I had before! To think I used to believe in justice!

6. Hysteria.
When you talk, you don't make any sense. Pure Charisma Break. Maybe you were a god stripped of your might, or you've suffered a terrible defeat. Either way your ego has snapped, leaving you a total mess and unable to function. But how could this be? How could I lose?!

7. Desperation.
Where before you were airy, confident, in control of yourself, you're now a ragged and fuming pile of hopeless anger. As a fighter you may have been careful or even graceful; now you swing wildly, strike without precision. You simply cannot accept the situation, cannot accept your own fall. It's not over! I'm still in control! I can still fix everything!


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[armed_dropout]

It had been a week since that night, with a few more visits that pretty much mirrored the last. Dean was slowly getting better, thanks to meds and actually forcing himself to rest. And Lindsey was there for him....a lot....with more cuddling than Dean was totally comfortable with. He just didn't know where he stood with the guy, what he was supposed to be.

Still, he figured he could try to stretch his wings a bit and find out, what was the worst that could happen? After waiting for about 20 minutes he was finally told by a very confused looking secretary that he was allowed to go in. He was nowhere near friendly with the guy, Chinese food or not the dude was still his captor, but he didn't go in looking for a fight. He was slowly starting to learn being calm was working for him...odd as that was for him to do. He gave a small smile and walked into the office, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk without being invited to. "Hey man, what's up?"

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey looked up, admittedly very surprised by Dean's presence at all. It was different, to see Lindsey in his office, under sunlight. He looked paler under the natural light, and somehow, less human. The differences could be seen better, perhaps that was why vampires were never meant to walk under the sun.

"Yes, do sit," he said wryly after Dean already sat down. But he let it pass as he closed a folder before him and turned his attention fully onto Dean. "I wasn't expecting you. You are feeling better?"

[armed_dropout]

"Uh...yeah, yeah I am....lot better.". He nervously rolled his sleeves up, looking around at the office. Whenever he was here things usually didn't go well, but he could do the calm hong. "Sorry for just kinda dropping by, I didn't know your number and I don't know when you're on a show up...so....yeah..."

[hartandsouled]

"It's fine," Lindsey mused, looking curiously at Dean. He could the human's smell nervousness as clearly as anything else, and he found it peculiar that Dean should be. "You can ask my secretary for her number on your way out. She can inform me if you ever need me."

He looked Dean up and down before he folded his hands on his desk in front of him. "You didn't come down to get my number. What is it, Dean?"

[armed_dropout]

"What, I can't come for conversation?". But he knew that wouldn't be believed. He sighed, leaning forward in his chair. "Ok look so I've been good, I've stayed inside and god better but I'm going nuts. I was just wondering...is there any kind of case for me? Or like....what's protocol for day trips? Strap whatever weird locator device you want on me, head explode collar...whatever, just....can I go out?"

[hartandsouled]

"You never just look for me for conversation," Lindsey pointed out in a neutral tone. They passed the moment and the vampire was considering what Dean said. "You still have money from your last hunt that you haven't spent, and your day off..." Lindsey considered how those two things added together and smiled slightly when he believed that was the perfect solution.

[armed_dropout]

"So you're saying I can just....you mean I can just go?". Hell that was easier than he thought. This whole being chill and direct thing was awesome. Lindsey might be a vampire, he might own Dean's soul, he might even be a lawyer but he wasn't totally unreasonable, that was nice to know.

[hartandsouled]

"For a day," Lindsey said, making sure that Dean knew the rules. "Money on that card is yours to spend that day only. Limit five hundred dollars and at the end of the day, card comes back to me and whatever wasn't used doesn't get transferred."

[armed_dropout]

"Making spend $500? Jeez, your killing me," dean joked and got to his feet. "So when is curfew tonight? Oh! And what's protocol for taking somebody back to the apartment?"

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey's expression remained neutral, business like even though his eyes flashed with slight displeasure. "None, as long as they are ensured to not be a security breach. You'll have to take her past the front entrance so security can do their checks."

[armed_dropout]

Dean nodded, "ok...cool." He wanted some freedom, so he wanted to follow every rule. He was learning. "Now does she have to be out by curfew? Don't worry, I'm gonna follow your rules too. Show ever before I see you and all that stuff."

[hartandsouled]

That should have satisfied Lindsey, except that he still felt irritated by Dean's request. His demon was restless from these weeks of suppressed activity, and today, he found he had no will to keep it back.

"If you want her to spend the night, then have her spend the night. Your apartment only, nowhere else." He leaned back in his seat and faced the hunter.

"And there is one more thing, Dean." He spread his legs. It has been a while since the last time.

[armed_dropout]

"Yeah obviously I'm not gonna have her wandering the halls....and this is just if something appens, which it may not. I just wanted to know ahead of time.". His expression dropped a little when he saw Lindsey spread his legs. That....he wasn't really asking that, was he? "Huh?"

[hartandsouled]

"Dean you're not a dumb boy. Don't play it that way now." He curled a finger to gesture Dean forward. "Have you forgotten how to do this because we haven't done this in a while."

[armed_dropout]

Dean frowned, taking a step back. He'd kinda thought they were past this maybe...maybe? "Why are you doing this right now?". He couldn't stop the hurt and confusion from seeping into his voice.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey almost relented when he heard that hurt tone in Dean's voice. But he didn't, and instead, beckoned for Dean again. "It has been a while and I missed this part of our relationship."

[armed_dropout]

"You weren't missing it when we were hanging out all last week.....look is this about the girl? Cause if you don't want me to do it, I just won't okay? I don't know why you care but if you do I won't do it, just forget it."

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey frowned slightly and got up from his seat. Walking across the room, he stopped before Dean and slipped a hand behind his neck to hold him there. "You were also drugged to your gills with painkillers last week. I would have choked you."

[armed_dropout]

Dean struggled for a second before just standing still so as not to anger the demon. "You didn't want this when I walked in, you were gonna let me go. It was only after I mentioned a girl....so what the hell is this?"

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey couldn't answer that, not without going into some deep delving of vampiric possessive traits and his own feelings on the matter. Dean was a project, someone he had to watch, yet he was getting so attached to a point even Dean noticed, and it was...

He never meant to say it, but the words got growled out anyway. "You're mine."

[armed_dropout]

That right there was enough for him to struggle a little. "What the hell do you want from me? Fine I wont....I won't bring a girl back here, alrihta. Just let me go."

[hartandsouled]

"You can bring any number of girls back," Lindsey said, not relinquishing his hold but softening it to a caress. "I just want what's mine." His hand started to push down on his neck.

[armed_dropout]

"Stop!". He tried to pull free and make a run for the door. "Just forget it, I'll stay in the fucking apartment, okay? I won't leave just cut the shit."

[hartandsouled]

With vampiric force, Lindsey pushed Dean down to his knees.

"Stop acting like a child, it's not your first time. Why are you still fighting?"

[armed_dropout]

"Because sucking a guy off is still not fun, and I thought we were over this!". He winced as his legs finally gave and he was forced onto his knees, but kept his head down, jaw tightenined. "You ever want a happy, enthusiastic blowjob? Look somewhere else."