Can't be together?

[anonconda]

the "should never be together" meme.

When two people come together in a relationship, it's a beautiful thing. What can be wrong with love, right? Right? Except when the union is completely and totally wrong, for whatever reason. Then things can get a little messy.

How To Play
1. Comment with your character, listing their name, canon, etc, along with any preferences.
2. Comment around to others, using the RNG to determine the scenario. It doesn't have to be a lovey-dovey relationship, obviously. There can be hate, sorrow, lust, whatever.
3. Thread! Have fun! Do things!

Scenarios
1. Warring Factions: You belong to rival organizations, armies, clubs, etc. Whatever it is, you're not on the same team.

2. Soldiers on the Battlefield: Or maybe you are on the same side, but this is the wrong time and the wrong place. Plus, attachments cause distractions.

3. Bodyguard and the Guarded: Just like the movie with Kevin Costner! One of you has been hired to protect the other for some reason, and feelings are starting to grow. Are you a professional and cut things off, or do you give in?

4. Prince/ss and Knight: Similar to the above, but with a whole 'nother level of wrong...one of you is royal. Courtly love is okay; still, don't forget your place.

5. Enemies: This vendetta is personal, and you totally hate this person! Don't you? Perhaps you're maybe just rivals, or something as serious as superhero and villain.

6. Family: The ultimate taboo. This person is related to you, so there's no way you should indulge this desire, even if it's the most pure love there ever was.

7. Age Difference: The years between you should keep you both at bay, but it's easier said than done.

10. Teacher/Student: Teachers and students have a unique bond, and to corrupt it is a dangerous thing. Will you dare to act on emotions that could put you both in a destructive place?

11. Already Spoken For: One or both of you are already involved with someone else, but the heart wants what the heart wants. Just know that you can't have your cake and eat it, too.

12. Not Compatible: Your personalities or jobs make it so it's hard for you to be together.

13. Not Compatible...in Another Way: You're both different species, which means you're either afraid to take your relationship to a physical level or you can't because of differences in biologies.

14. Not Ready for Love: You took a vow (or celbacy, of chastity, of dedication), you're married to your work, or you just don't want to be involved with anyone. Too bad!

15. Rich and Poor: One of you has the money while the other is from more modest means. Can the 1% and the 99% ever be bedfellows, literally?

16. Hurt Before: Your heart has been broken, and maybe there's been no time to heal. But here you are.

17. WILDCARD

Comments

[jaybe]

[ The pain has him gasping, mouth falling open, and then reality whips around into a nebulous realm where he can see Viktor (almost his and back to normal) with white hair before him. Everything in Jayce surges forward to scoop him into his arms, cradling the back of his head in a subconscious parody of the grip Viktor has on him outside this space.

He sags with relief to be able to hold him, even if it is only here. ]

I mean it.

[ Jayce doesn't give a second glance to the myriad stars around them, drawing back only enough to drink in the sight of Viktor, touching his cheek. ]

Of course I mean it.

[ And after a moment's hesitation where he looks to be gathering courage, he kisses him. ]

[slutwaist]

[They will continue to mirror one another, despite all that happens and will happen. Two halves of butterfly wings. Viktor feels all that Jayce does, connected to his mind and heart at once. The sincerity he had denied is present, ever present, divinely true. Faith fails in face of irrefutable fact. Of plainly demonstrated evidence.

Jayce loves him. He's sorry.

The kiss is like a sudden collision of long parallel stars. Abrupt and cosmically devastating. Flashing and collapsing in on itself, breaking the zone from within. Viktor's magic reflects outward, breaking his fingers free of their once firm placement. Leaving only starlight twinkles of opal marking upon Jayce's skin as they unhook from him. Viktor is kissing him back, pushed forward so their lips locked just as the rest of their bodies are fit together. Perfectly measured joinery, seamless as they made so much precisely crafted Hextech. There is a phantom racing of a heart no longer in the place it should be. Cold logic collapses in on heated emotions, the combination overwhelms.

Viktor pushes himself away from Jayce, staggering backwards with heavy clangs of metal feet. Marble flooring cracks under each heel. His hands flail forward before curling back towards his face, pressing into the only human feeling part of himself. He stumbles into the opposite side of the desk, half tripping on his way over. The hammer and staff that lay crossed between them.

His vocal cadence is the same as ever, now hushed in outrage and fried raw, mechanical, and grinding against itself,]

That can't..! Be...

[jaybe]

[ As their lips melt together in reality, he becomes aware of the kiss just as it breaks. Jayce is not reinforced metallugic skin, he is battered and aching, limping over to lay a hand on Viktor's shoulder before mirroring the astral realm and gathering him into his arms voluntarily. More than that, having felt Viktor kiss back, he uses the blanket they once both napped under to now wrap tighter around Viktor's hollow chest, holding him in protective arms.

He drags down rattling breaths, skull screaming with pain as his mind strains not to break. It isn't allowed. ]

That's enough, Viktor. That's enough, love. Stop, now.

[ Hushing him, a bristly chin rubbing against an overgrown temple. ]

No more.

[slutwaist]

[Viktor backs away and yet Jayce pursues, follows with open arms, reaches for him. Legs give out beneath him and he lands heavy flat on his ass, hardly dignified. Still, Jayce hugs him, won't let him go. Viktor doesn't have the will to push him away, his struggles are weak by his own will. A want for weakness, for vulnerability Viktor didn't allow himself, but the Jayce allows him the luxury of.

Panicked gasps escape him in dry sobs, his arms falling downward from his face and Viktor curls into Jayce's chest. His knees pull upward, seeking to make himself small, to fold in on himself and interlock again with his partner's caring hold. Humanity overcomes the calcified dullness caused by the hexcore sapping his personhood away, draining him to feed ends that served only the unfeeling arcane. Viktor resents the hushing as much as it comforts him. He buries his face to Jayce's collar and screams into it, all heartfelt fury needing to be venting free. Shaking thighs press together and wrap to Jayce's back, rattling where his longest scar lay.

His arms reach upward and hook over each of Jayce's shoulders, anchoring him in place. "Don't go", the gesture says, "I'll stay."]

Why... Jayce-? How-? [two questions they've spent their whole lives chasing, chasing to the magical fringes of science. Why. How. They've tried to puzzle such inquires out for so long to no avail at all.

They never really asked it of each other, but Viktor does now. How... Why...]

... do we persist?

[jaybe]

[ Viktor collapses like a star, literally and figuratively as he explodes with pain while cradled to Jayce's chest. Jayce screws his eyes shut, stroking Viktor's hair. He lets him get it out, running a hand up one of the arms that loops over his shoulders to reassure him as he gazes into the eyes he knows so well and recognises a slice of his partner there again. ]

Because, [ there are no grand answers, only, ] I promised you.

[ He brushes a hammer-calloused palm over the soft skin of Viktor's remaining cheek. He sighs and shakes his head. ]

All I want is my partner back.

[slutwaist]

I'm not that man anymore... I cannot be what I once was...

[Viktor eyes shift colors to meet with Jayce's. First, a warm glow through the opalescent sheen, then they become molten. Gold. As they had been when he was a man. Some part of that man he denies being is still in him. He is not the same man, but neither is Jayce. Neither is anybody, as time goes on. Everybody changes who they are from who they once were...

They don't usually have to die twice in the process, but Viktor is exceptional in that regard. He shakes his head, screws his burning eyes closed.]

Whatever promise you made, I am not... who you made it to, Jayce. We broke every promise we every made to one another- we can't do this.

[and yet Viktor cannot let him go, in fact, his fingers curl tighter into Jayce's shirt as he speaks]