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the affectionate physical contact meme

you love spending time with your significant other. but sometimes, just "spending time" with him/her isn't enough. you need to have your hands on each other every now and then.

➝ post your character below, with your character's name and series in the subject.

➝ tag other people, using an rng with range 1-8 to roll a scenario.

➝ roll as many times as you want, play out whatever you want

one; hugging. you just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.

two; kissing. whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.

three; holding hands. it's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. but that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. what the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.

four; carrying. is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? do they want a piggyback ride? or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.

five; i love you. you've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.

six; dancing. kick up the music, because it's time to dance! but no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! you can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. personally, i recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!

seven; massaging. did your significant other have a rough day? did they get hurt? or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. they'll feel wonderful in no time!

eight; flirting. the easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.

nine; cuddling. sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.

ten; wild card! reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

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[The mayor's office seems to have undergone a few changes in the last several months. And if Gold hadn't taken the time to make himself presentable before turning up, perhaps the same could have been said of him. Externally, anyway. Internally... Well, there's another matter.

But the important thing is Belle had sworn she'd see him again and she was right. And while Rumplestiltskin is almost never wrong, this time he's glad of it.

It's a concentrated effort not to announce his entrance with a knock or her name whispered as a breathless oath. He chooses something a bit more intimate. Without a word, he crosses the office (it doesn't even feel like it belonged to Regina at any point), rounds the desk, plants a hand on the back of her chair, and kisses her with desperation. She's waited long enough and she did win a bet they never actually made, after all.]

[ his name doesn't make it out of her mouth before he's gone striding across the room; she's not even past the first syllable before her arms are around his neck and fingers through his hair and she's practically crushing him to her, lips and all.

those papers scattering her desk aren't important right now anyway (and even if they aren't they'll stay silent), and the phone doesn't ring and of course it's perfect. just this once. make it last. ]

I've been expecting you.

[ she breaks out into a grin; she'd sworn because she knew, of course, but that doesn't dilute the happiness of the reunion. for the time being, she stays latched to him, palm of one of her hands pressed to his neck. ]

[he doesn't pull away from her, just keeps his forehead pressed to hers, comforted by the weight of her arms around his neck. neverland was a bout of unpleasantness that he never wants to repeat, but he made it out alive. and she's still here, ever faithful- like penelope.]

You were right. [it's light, mocking- self-deprecating in some ways, because he never believed her and he should have.] And that will teach me to ever doubt you again, Belle.

[he finally pulls away, kissing her once more- less desperate, more gentle- for good measure and straightens, grinning like a man whose found nirvana at long last.] Or perhaps I should start calling you Madame Mayor.

Edited 2013-05-16 06:20 (UTC)

I'm just - filling in.

[ she answers him immediately, a shake of her head, hands gesturing to the desk in a gesture to demonstrate - or relinquish, if need be. ]

It seemed to be the logical thing to do.

[ and that's as much pride as she'll let herself have about it, because it isn't as if she won the job. the town was a body without a head, and she was just the one with a spell to keep them safe - but moreso, the willpower, the motivation.

the office looks better like this anyway.

there's a pause that hangs there. the trip couldn't've gone well; he's not exactly a man who looks relaxed and rejuvenated, for starters, but the question's there and she has to ask. she reaches over to give his hand a squeeze. ]

What was it like? Neverland?

I think it suits you. [even if Regina would throw a royal hissy fit about it, once her relief at getting Henry back stopped overshadowing everything else. And if it comes down to a vote, I believe it's obvious which horse I'm backing.

[he's trying too hard in some respects- he's tired, worn out, and he just faced an enemy even if he's frightened of (and came out victorious, but that's little consolation to the torment), but he'd rather belle not worry with things that are over and done with. still, when the topic of neverland is breached, he perches on the edge of the desk, angled, but mostly with his back to her and forces a traguc smile over his shoulder.]

Less fantastic than the stories make it out to be. You've never seen so many broken children in your life.

[and it hurts, because aside from being a parent who did abandon his child, he was a child that was abandoned once. that sticks with a man, centuries later.]

I'm only filling in. [ she reminds him of the fact with a pointed look, seriousness only broken with a soft smile. ] I'm not running for anything. [ though, truth be told, she doesn't mind the job. she likes it, even. it keeps her busy, she's useful in one of the most important ways possible. maybe she hasn't quite stopped wanting adventures in her life, but she's not one to say no to making a difference, either.

but he turns and the moment's dampened and she moves in her chair, closer to his side, hand moving atop his. at first, she doesn't speak. if nothing else, she can practically hear the memory of bae in his voice and finally, she shakes her head. ]

You did what you went there to do.

[ there's confidence in the statement, yes, and sealed with a squeeze of his hand. but it's not what she wants, even if there's possible comfort to be found in it. it's unsettling. if she had it her way, she'd save them all. ]

[Her pointed look is bet with a bit of a pout, but he doesn't argue the fact. He knew she could handle the town, but it's also suffocating to be tethered to such a position forever. And Belle is best left untethered.]

Yeah. [He did. And what "undoing" means, he's still not clear on, but Henry's been returned and Bae is still gone. It'll take some time before he'll be able to sort out where he feels about all of that.

The reassuring touch of her hand does retrieve him from Neverland's shores, which haunts him still. Peter Pan is a foe who would shake anyone to their core.] The boy's been safely returned. Now it's just a matter of where Storybrooke goes from here.

[He pulls his hand out from under hers so he can entwine their fingers.] And where we go from here.

[Loathe as he is to forget it, even after all that time over there, there's a great deal between them that never got properly worked out. The fact that he's not even willing to pick right back up as if none of it even happened speaks to the sort of man he's becoming.]

Rumple -

[ she's not going to argue the fact. and she's not going to try to delay it (what's the use in putting off the inevitable, after all), not when she still remembers. remembers keith's hands on her, the beating he received, can you make me immortal? on top of all of the encouragement she gave, all the darkness she thrived on. a portion of the equation might be corrected, but the fact that anything even happened in the first place, the fact that the darkness grabbed and took hold again, is something that can't be ignored with that.

she gives his hand a squeeze and shakes her head, staring down at the desk for a moment to collect her thoughts. ]

I'm not leaving, Rumple. You've never not been capable of change, and -

[ and he's the one who brought it up. it does speak volumes, indeed, and when she looks back at him, it's with a smile that meets her eyes. ]

And I think you're proving that right now.

Well, it was a very long journey. I had a lot of time to think. [He had even longer to realize he wasn't going to die and that something would have to be done. Dying was an ending, but it was also a cowardly way to cheat the consequences of his own human failings.

He has to smile back, although it's strained and almost doesn't meet his eyes. It's more humble than genuinely pleased. He does not deserve her mercy.] The fact remains, I never should have let you falter so much. You never stopped believing in the good in me, so the moment you became her... I should have pulled you back, Belle.

You of everyone should know that I've never been easy to sway. Why would it have been any different then?

[ because he did try. in his own lost way, he did try, what with the hope that true love would revive her and she was the one who lied and left and encouraged everything. manipulated. coerced.

it isn't that she's proud of it, or disregarding it. but belle's aware of the hold she has on him, how it keeps tight even when there are claws on her hands. ]

It was an obstacle. There isn't any reason why we can't pick up the pieces. Start again - before all of that.

Still. [He chuckles.] Not one of my moments of good judgment, now was it? [This time his smile does actually make it to his eyes. One day either she won't forgive him or he'll stop expecting her not to. Doubt is crueler mistress than most and a worse curse than his own.

He steps off the edge of the desk and bridges the minuscule gap between them, warmed by the notion of forgetting about Lacey and her claws and her attraction to his dark side and, more importantly, forgetting about Neverland and what happened there.]

I believe we were well overdue to experience a few moments we regret, thanks to the queen's curse. Her majesty certainly doesn't do things by halves. [He reaches over to tuck her hair behind her ear, smiling.] But as you say, that interlude is done. And I've nothing else that could stand between us.

[Bae is gone. He and Hook have reconciled to an extent- as has he and Regina. He's no longer an enemy of the people. He's simply Rumplestiltskin, a man with a very large family and a woman who loves him. Even without Bae, it's as close to a happy ending as he ever expected to get.]

And neither do I.

[ belle reaches up to grab his hand, fingers curling around it as she smiles in return, pressing his palm against her cheek and it's as though it hits her all at once: there's nothing. no obstacles (in immediate sight), no curses, no lies and no deals and he's here. in the flesh and he isn't dead. delayed, perhaps, and she'd always been aware of the reality, but she's never been one not to let optimism shine through.

she smiles as widely as she can to force the tears back into her eyes before leaning upward, kissing him tenderly. ]

I'll keep watch. [ she laughs, because really, when has she ever not? ] We'll be fine.

[He didn't think about it much in Neverland- never allowed himself to, really. After all, he expected to die- alone, if his track record were any indication. It seemed a fitting end.

It's her touch that makes him realize he's not in the middle of a dream. They say a lot of things about Neverland- time doesn't move, that your shadows can be ripped from your body, and that it plays with your mind, but this is no fairy trick.

If the touch wasn't enough, the kiss truly is. No sorcerer or fairy or siren or all the dark magic in all the realms could even come close to replicating Belle's kiss.]

And if I ever figure out how to put an end to that curse over the town line, we might actually get away from this little town. [He might have suggested she make the switch to mayor, but seeing her decline it has made him actually remember what she does want. And perhaps he needs to get away from it- this town, these people. Even if it's just for a bit to reassess where he stands now.] Perhaps it's high time you actually saw the world you've been trapped in for thirty years.

Edited (and sometimes you comma splice and that's awful) 2013-06-18 03:00 (UTC)

There are a few travel guides in the library.

[ she says it with a smile - not quite knowing and not quite sheepish, and no, she didn't steal them. of course she didn't. hoarding them near her desk isn't near the same thing, and besides - they weren't of interest to the citizens of storybrooke. not then, at least, not when few people saw the point in learning more about a world they couldn't see (and likely didn't want to live in in the first place.

but really, why be cooped up in a small library in a small town in a small state when there's a bigger country out there? continents where everything's entirely different? cities a few hours away with buildings taller than towers? ]

What was New York like? Aside from the - [ the what? the almost dying? she trails off. leave it to her to ask the hard-hitting questions. ]

[He laughs- it's breathless and awkward, because he had a feeling one day she'd ask that. When she actually could, anyway. The shock of being asked all but makes up for the sad implications of what transpired there.] Big. Very noisy. [It's not enough and he knows it. He was so occupied with other things that he didn't pay much attention- anyone else, he'd point that out to, but for Belle, he struggles to remember the details. Or at least make what he remembers sound nice.] Imagine the Enchanted Forest, only instead of trees, there are buildings as tell as giants everywhere. That is New York.

And the food? [ it's important. ] Everything I've read says you haven't really been unless you got pizza.

[ it's lighthearted, yes, but partially because she has an idea of the touchiness of the subject, and her expression turns sheepish, reflecting that. then again, who would she be if she didn't have a problem asking those prying questions? it's a talent, what can she say.

but then, as comfort - ]

We don't have to go back. We'll go somewhere new. When we can.

[Only Gold can look that deeply unhappy about pizza. It doesn't matter that it's mostly internal and that he's thinking about Baelfire and the images of him the entire concept of "new york pizza" conjures up. He can't quite keep her gaze and only when she changes the subject does he allow the smile to creep back onto his face.]

Rome, I think. Or Paris. Somewhere overseas, once I can think about being on a boat again. Places you've undoubtedly read enough about.

[Leave it to Belle to immerse herself in knowledge of this new world- she took to it surprisingly well for someone who didn't have cursed memories before the Lacey debacle.]

[ the slightest crinkle of her face as she considers it. ]

I'd say we'll start in Venice - if that won't be too much water.

[ hey, she gets it - whirlpools do not sound fun in the slightest. plus the conditions once he got there - and the fact that she doesn't know and she hasn't experienced it does sting. ever so slightly. it will for a while. but she was needed here. it's more important. ]

Extra recovery time, maybe.

I think I can manage Venice. [It's canals and relaxing gondola rides and hardly rough seas and pirates and mermaids.]

The plane might be an issue. I swore I'd never get on one again after Manhattan, but if it's between that and sailing, I'd rather risk the metal death trap. That is a truly an adventure in itself.

You'll sleep. We'll go overnight.

[ and just like that, it's decided. she reaches over and squeezes his hand and straightens in her chair. romantic getaway plans are officially set into motion. a bit of wishful thinking now, maybe, but perhaps - not much longer - ]

I'll sit next to the window. You won't have to look down.

If only it were just the plane. You wouldn't believe how barbaric the security is. [He's mostly joking, but no, he is still offended as hell about that.]

I should have brought you with me from the start back then.

["Back then," because it seems so long ago and what starts as just an innocuous phrase suddenly makes him nearly bite his tongue, because if he had made enough potion for two, she could have been spared a number of horrible fates. Perhaps she might have convinced Baelfire to give him a chance and he might not have died, perhaps Hook wouldn't have managed to poison him.

Or perhaps Hook could have killed her in his place in Manhattan or some other terrible fate meet her. Belle's life is a tragic series of events and a number of them happen because of him. He doesn't pay his own prices for his foolishness- other people pay them for having the gall to get close to him.]

[ it isn't as though she minds paying said prices. not in the end, not when it all evens out (whether or not it truly will is another matter and it does pry at belle's mind, but she shoves it away without ceremony as she shakes her head. a smile forms on her face and it's slightly regretful; there's no use in hiding that. ]

It's - there's no use dwelling on it. We can't change what happened.

[ and it's not that she particularly likes the subject; shot and frantic and lost might all add up to something worse than lacey; at least then she'd had some sense of identity, even if it's so foreign to her now, a nightmare from months ago.

still, she reaches over to squeeze his hand. she can comfort, if necessary. ]

You needed to face it on your own. I understand. And I'm proud of you for that.

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belle . ouat

two; and also screw it. i can skip over the entire main plot of s3 IF I SO CHOOSE

yes. yes you can. this is the land of dreams.

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and sometimes when you love a tag very much, it gets lost in your inbox...

shh it's okay i love you anyway.

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