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The Intimacy Meme

The Intimacy Meme

(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest and modified!)

Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.

Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit

Scenes:
1. First Kiss. Maybe you've been harboring feelings or maybe this is random. But it feels good to be that close to someone.

2. Love Confession. You have been head over heels for this person and now it's time to try and get close to them.

3. Secrets. You've been hiding yourself from someone and now it's time to stop. They need to know the real you.

4. First Time. First time you have sex is always nerve racking, but it's in these moments that you show how much you truly care about someone.

5. Shower. Perhaps you've been together for awhile. Maybe you've told each other everything. Maybe you're just dirty and need to get cleaned up. But letting the water flow between two people is still pretty intimate.

6. Post-Coital Bed. Do you feel talkative after sex? Want to ponder the meaning of life / if you guys are more than a one-night stand? Better to do it after the deed probably.. at least your partner will be in a good mood?

7. Road Trip. Good for that bonding experiance you never had! Bad diner food and weird landmarks you never knew you wanted to see! Will it bring you closer to your friend / lover?

8. Drunk. Are you the happy or sad kind? Clingy, or flighty? Maybe you just need a hug, to snuggle close.. to whoever's around at the time!

9. Winter. What could be a better time to curl up with a book, or exchange soft words in the glow of the fire? Hot chocolate time!

10. Free verse. Did I leave something out? Want to combine? Make up your own or pick from the others.

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[ Some days, he needs something a little stronger than tea. There's too much misery in one man's head to salvage anything from, so why not drown it all and be done with it?

Of course, he's made enemies in his lifetime. He's not keen to be out in public, amongst the townsfolk where he might be recognized. The woods are a better bet, particularly at this time of night and with a flash of something strong in his coat pocket. If he wanders far enough into the biting cold, he'll go numb. If he drinks enough, same result, right?

It'd been simpler in the earlier days when he didn't care about anyone or anything, when he had nothing to lose but his freedom. God does he miss those days.

It's those days that give him the instinct to flee when someone is nearby, and the crunch of leaves nearby has him pausing. Sharp despite the drink, his eyes search for sign of whatever it was that made that sound. If he's lucky, it's a squirrel or deer or something equally unlikely to start questioning his activities out here. If he's not...well, there's always running. He's good at that. ]

[There's no squirrel or deer around that Emma can find. A flash of fur had caught her eye during patrol and she had opted to follow it as soon as she realized that it was a familiar wolf that she hadn't seen in some time. Since she hadn't expected to have to explain herself, Emma didn't see anything wrong with checking it out. That decision had resulted in her trudging through the woods, a flashlight in her hand but turned off as she moved.

With the awareness that she had lost the animal she was looking for came something else, the feeling that she was not alone out there. Pausing, she looked around, her other hand reaching for her weapon just in case.]

Hello?

[Animals wouldn't answer, but she didn't believe that she was dealing with an animal.] Show yourself.

Now.

Edited 2012-11-02 20:51 (UTC)

[ Of all people. He could laugh at the irony of it. Jefferson's lips twist into a bitter smile, and the tension eases out of him. ]

Sheriff Swan...

[ He eases out from behind a tree before leaning against it, blue eyes more than a little unfocused. Their last encounter hadn't been what anyone would call ideal, he could admit. Desperation drove a man to strange and dangerous things. Well what did it matter, really? What use is a savior who refuses to believe? It's just another sign of how broken this world is and how screwed over they all are, and the look he levels at her says he blames her for every single bit of it.

Him and the scotch, they both blame her at this point. ]

We need to stop meeting like this, or people are gonna talk.

[ That cat-like smile twitches a little wider. ]

I'd have been fine with never meeting you at all. [She frowns, remembering their last encounter. He deserved a lot more than he had gotten for her and Mary Margaret hostage. And for what, a stupid hat?

Emma couldn't deny that he was mad, but there was a difference between mad and Mad Hatter.]

What are you doing out here? [Yes, she's suspicious. It's late enough for her to wonder if he's about to run out in front of someone else's car this time.]

I could ask you the same.

[ She was...infuriating. Just standing there, all righteous anger, staring at him like he was the crazy one. Mad, mad woman with a truth that could free them all in front of her nose, refusing to look. His fingers tensed, curled tight, but he never lost that edged smile.

He'd make her see. Make her understand. She had to... ]

Anyone could tell you it's dangerous to go walking in the woods alone.

[ He doesn't advance on her just yet, mostly because he's tired. Not just from the alcohol...weary of carrying this burden, these two lives. Meanwhile Emma flitted around town like a natural disaster, upending everything that had ever been stable in their town, and she didn't even have the decency to realize she was doing it. ]

No more dangerous than helping a stranger back to their home. [She was armed and a lot less likely to hesitate this time. As long as she had the upper hand, it didn't matter what his words might suggest. Whatever he thought his life was, he was just a man alone in the woods who looked drunk even from a distance.]

If you're up to something... [She left any hint of a threat there, turning on her flashlight to trail it near him, looking for any sign of what he had been doing in the woods.]

You only get to fool me once.

Up to something...

[ He trailed off, splintered bitter laughter escaping him despite himself as he shook his head. The laughter died a little as Emma shone the light in his direction, one hand coming up as thought to swat it away ineffectively. That really smarts on the eyes.

It's already a little hazier than usual...and the light catches in Emma's hair. Blonde hair. Just like-- ]

I've got no interest in fooling you. You're doing a pretty good job of that on your own.

Says the madman out in the woods who tried to tell me the town was cursed.

[It's different, hearing Henry talk about it and hearing someone Jefferson's age pull the same thing. With Henry it could be a coping mechanism; a way of dealing with Regina and the way she treats people. He needs to believe in good people and their fight against the injustices in this world.

This is something else entirely. Obsession. A guy looking for a family that doesn't exist. She's thought about it, even believes part of the story might be true - maybe he is somehow connected to Paige. But the rest of his story makes any of it impossibly hard to believe.]

You need to head home.

[She lowered the light to let the beam hit the ground, letting the glow scatter to keep from annoying him further. Not that she didn't enjoy seeing him uncomfortable this time, but it was unnecessary. He was already alone.]

And the next time you decide to drink your sorrows away, you might want to try Granny's, where someone might notice if you have five or six too many.

Edited 2012-11-03 06:21 (UTC)

I told you, I can't go home.

[ His voice bites as sharp as the autumn wind, the tree limbs overhead shivering. He should feel the cold, but he doesn't, just the burn in the pit of his stomach and the building frustration with this woman. Emma. The key to unlocking everything if only he knew how to make her see.

He thought she had. For a split-second he saw it there in her eyes, and nothing could convince him otherwise. She'd started to think it true, and in the next moment she'd struck him and fled. Maybe that's why looking at her gave him this dizzy, airless feeling. Maybe that was just the fury, or it could have been how similar she looked to--

No. The ghosts of the past were just that. ]

You know it. I know you do, how could you not? Every day the evidence piles higher, and every day you reject it as impossible. But it's not. You're just afraid.

I'm not afraid of anything.

[Nothing that she would admit to him. Nothing that fits with any of his theories of this world or any other. She's firm in that; in her tone, in her stare. There is no unexplained evidence.

He's desperate. Emma almost feels sorry for him, but then there's something about the way he looks at her that comes off as harsh as a scream.]

If there's magic in this world, where is it? Your hat didn't work, so that plan failed. I'm assuming you haven't found any especially large rabbit holes lately, which is a shame, because I'd like to be there the day you found one of those.

[That story is a fit for him. He chose the right the right one.]

Where is it, Jefferson? I'm here, I did what you wanted. Where is it?

It's you.

[ The tree bark scrapes his palm as he pushes himself away, stepping over the tree roots with considerable grace for how sloshed he seems to have gotten. But something in those eyes finds focus on her. He's certain, so certain, if he digs down far enough he'll find it in her, like some glittering star he can close his fingers around. ]

It's always been you. The magic that brought you here left its mark on you, Emma. Don't tell me you haven't noticed, how easily people are drawn to you. They see it too, only they don't know the word for what it is, because they don't believe either.

I knew. The moment I saw you.

Me? I'm magic.

[She laughs but it's empty, humorless. People aren't drawn to her. Regina nearly succeeded in running her out of town when she first arrived. For all of her life, people have had no problem with walking away from her in their search for something better.]

You don't know what you're talking about.

[Emma doesn't know why she's talking at all. Letting the newest town drunk get to her is pretty damn stupid, but it's the memories he's bringing up. Those throw her. And they have nothing to do with magic, or fairytales, or a guy with a hat.]

Maybe it's time for you to stop making excuses. Stop blaming everything that went wrong in your life on a curse that doesn't exist, and move on.

[ Doesn't exist, doesn't exist... She's mocking him now, mocking his pain and the pain shared by everyone in this town who's had something they love torn away from them. Ignorant, foolish woman, how is she so blind?

But ignorance is bliss. If he didn't know, maybe he could move on. Maybe life in that house wouldn't be a curse. But those are ifs that no longer matter. ]

Once your eyes are truly open you can't ever shut them again. There is no moving on.

[ His jaw sets as he moves closer, and if she goes for her weapon now he'll let her. What does he have to lose now, honestly? Everything is already lost. ]

You believed. You saw, for just a moment, that maybe there's some truth in this. About your mother, about your son, about us. I saw it in your eyes, even if you deny it now.

What you saw was me playing along.

[It doesn't make any sense. There are no curses, no evil queens, certainly no happily ever afters out there. Jefferson is miserable and lonely, and scrambling to change his life without accepting responsibility for it.]

I don't have a mother. And my son -

[She tenses as he moves closer, but her hand is just above her weapon, not on it. Thinking of Henry serves to remind her to have some kind of patience with this guy.

She doesn't want to hurt him, he's doing a good job of that all on his own.]

If I'm going to get him away from Regina, I can't do it by buying into your curse.

[ Jefferson's really never understood the concept of 'personal space' even when he was whole and happy and untouched by madness or tragedy. The drinking doesn't help, and the sharp-sweet scent of the scotch clings to him as he closes the space between them, stepping over mossy patches and uneven earth. ]

Believing is the only way any of us are getting back what we love.

[ There's a twitch at the corner of his lips, like he might laugh no matter how miserable the situation is. Well, what else can you do when hope hangs by a thread but laugh or cry? Laughing dulls the pain, at least. His head shakes slowly. ]

You know, you...have to be the second most stubborn woman I've ever met.

[Not moving when he comes closer, that's almost a matter of pride. After what happened last time, she will not act like she has any fear when it comes to him. Emma wonders if maybe she should, out alone in the woods standing in front of someone with violent tendencies.

She can take care of herself. She always has.]

If I'm the second, then who was the first?

[Her fingers twitch against the leather of her jacket before she lowers her hand to her side, away from her gun. Eventually, she'll have to worry about getting him out of here. She can't just leave him out here while he's drunk.

For now, she will settle for hearing about anything but the curse.]

...Grace's mother.

[ He won't say her name, not here. Names have power, he learned that from Rumplestiltskin years ago. But he can give up that much. Maybe he can evoke her curiosity, her understanding, if he tells her what she asks. If he leaves the book open in front of her, how can she refuse to look then?

There's definitely a shift in his expression at the thought of her, though, something less angry and bitter. His throat works in a swallow.

At least she was spared this. ]

Her mother.

[Emma can't go without correcting that statement in her mind. Paige's mother. Though she's seen the girl around town with two parents, there are other possibilities. Adoption, for one. And she knows better than anyone else that a father's consent isn't needed in certain situations.

There's a sadder option, and it might explain how he ended up like this. Those wheels keep turning whether she wants them to or not, so silence comes for a few seconds and then promptly goes.]

Where is she?

[ She already has an inkling if she's asking, he think wryly. His eyes drop to the forest floor for a moment, because looking at Emma and thinking of her is just a guaranteed bad idea all around. ]

...gone.

[ The words finally come, and while the word itself could mean anything his quiet, resigned tone of voice confirms exactly what Emma suspected. ]

I'm sorry.

[Her tone softens, along with her gaze. It's probably the first sincere thing Emma has said to him since he tried holding her at the house. It's the first time she's felt something towards him that wasn't unsettling.]

Come on, I'll give you a ride.

[ He could easily throw the sentiment back in her face -- she never knew her, how could she truly be sorry? -- but it seems so pointless a grievance to cling to. The line of his mouth tightens in what could be a smile if he tried, and he nods. Sorry. Right. A lot of good that does, but thanks for the thought.

When she offers the ride he makes no excuse to depart or stay. In truth he wouldn't mind the company, some respite from wandering the woods feeling sorry for himself. Even when he'd been deceiving her, luring her back to the house with ulterior motives, he could admit she'd been good company. He'd liked her, liked talking to her. No princess like her in all the realms he'd ever been to, fierce and charming and clever, even if she was utterly oblivious to the most important of things. ]

Come on. [Emma is feeling a little less patient when doesn't respond to the offer one way or the other. The nod to her comment about Grace's mother, well, she doesn't blame him for that. She might not know a lot about losing people in that way, but she knows plenty about being alone. Having love and losing love - she wouldn't wish that on anyone.]

I'm just trying to make sure you get back to the house safely, alright?

[It's her job, just part of what she does. Mary Margaret is going to have plenty to say about it when Emma mentions it to her, so it would be nice if he could go along with it and not make matters worse.]

You shouldn't have come out here like this, it's dangerous.

[ If anything he looks a little exasperated with her efforts, thought obviously not as exasperated as she already is with him. His shoulders drop when he finally gives in, lifting a hand to gesture in front of them with a vague wave. ]

Then by all means, lead on.

[ He's willing to fall in step just behind her, because the pace is going to be slow. He's good on his feet for the moment, but one loose rock and things will get embarrassing quick. Her assertion about the forest earns a softly amused snort. ]

Afraid the wolves will come and gobble us up?

[Emma waits until he's just a step behind, slowing her natural pace to keep from getting too far ahead of him. She's seen sloppier drunks in her time, and grumpier ones in Storybrooke. Leroy (when he's having a bad day) definitely comes to mind.]

There's only one wolf, and he's harmless.

[She lowers her head and walks quietly after that, getting hit with a memory that keeps her from snapping at Jefferson for finding it funny. One wolf, two different color eyes. She was sure she had seen him earlier.]

Don't be so sure. Wolves hide where you least expect.

[ He supposes that could count as some sort of commentary on him, as well, but he's less wolf than jackal. A scavenger at best.

It hadn't been such a bad life. Even when it meant living off what the forest could provide, he'd been poor but maybe more content than he'd ever been before in his life. He'd had Grace.

His thoughts distract him enough to miss a fallen branch, but when he slips he quickly reaches out to catch himself on a nearby tree with the heel of his hand. ]

8 sound good?

almost as good as that username.

glad you like it. :3

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