Touch

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TOUCH MEME

From birth, human beings are wired to touch and to be touched. Whether it's a warm embrace or a reassuring hand on the shoulder, touch is an integral part of human interaction and creating bonds. Not all forms of touch are created equal however. Some are gentle and uplifting while others can be discouraging or even harmful, so one should always be mindful of the unspoken messages they intend to convey to those around them.

how to play

• Comment with your character and preferences.
• Others reply with one or multiple prompts.
• Profit!

prompts

01. With love.
02. With hatred.
03. With relief.
04. With uncertainty.
05. With happiness.
06. With a promise.
07. With an apology.
08. For comfort.
09. For good luck.
10. For encouragement.
11. On a scar.
12. On a falling tear.
13. On a bruise or injury.
14. After a tough day.
15. After a nightmare.
16. After an argument.
17. Because they are dying.
18. In a moment of worry.
19. In a moment of anger.
20. In a moment of sadness.
21. Out of annoyance.
22. Out of possessiveness.
23. To say good morning or good night.
24. To protect.
25. To keep warm.
26. To say hello or goodbye.
27. Wildcard option.

source

Comments

[chorusing]

It matters to me.

[yearnsforheaven]

Is that why you came here?

[chorusing]

...yes. I just...wanted to know...

(She reaches out to him, slowly, cautiously.)

[yearnsforheaven]

I'm here, and I'm as safe as I ever was.

[chorusing]

... (She lays her hand on his chest.) You deserve a place...a home.

[yearnsforheaven]

[He doesn't flinch at the unexpected touch. He brings his hand up, as though about to place it over hers, but instead he flexes his fingers and lets his hand drop back to his side. He doesn't trust himself to do more than that.] I have a home. My home is here.

[chorusing]

(She follows his hand with her eyes. A rush of dizziness makes her feel lightheaded and she has to inhale slowly, filling her lungs. Being near him is intoxicating and her fingers curl against the fabric over his chest.)

I meant...one where you won't be hunted.

[yearnsforheaven]

[He closes his eyes at the curl of her fingers. He can't remember the last time someone had touched him this tenderly, much less at all.] I don't know if such a thing exists.

[chorusing]

(Her hand rises to brush against his mask.)

I have a place for you.

(She brings his hand to her chest, holding it there.)

[yearnsforheaven]

Christine...

[Is he dreaming? He feels like he's dreaming. She can't possibly be telling him what she seems to be telling him.]

[chorusing]

I tried to forget you. To leave you behind because... Because it felt like I had to.

But I can't.

(Her heart races under his palm.)

[yearnsforheaven]

[As much as it pains him to say this, he feels that he must.]

You should. What sort of life could you have with me?

[Okay, so M. Lefevre used to pay him 20,000 francs a month, and he still has most of that money, so technically he's loaded, but still.]

[chorusing]

...something new. (She isn't fond of numerous acquaintances, parties and the like.) We would have to trust each other.

[yearnsforheaven]

I do trust you.

[Despite what he once called betrayals, he trusts her more than anyone else.]

[chorusing]

Then come away with me. Be with me. (This is mad and yet her heart is singing.) We won't hide.

[yearnsforheaven]

[Now it's his heart that is racing.] Where would we go? And what of the vicomte? [The man who is expecting Christine to marry him.]

[chorusing]

(She holds his hand between her hands.)

Away from the city. The country, maybe? Would you miss...this?

(The commotion, the crowds.)

He... (Christine lets out a small sigh.) He will find happiness.

[yearnsforheaven]

As long as I have music in my life, I have all I need.

You would...leave him behind?

[chorusing]

Why would the music leave you? (She smiles faintly.) I thought what we had was stronger, but the longer I spend time with him, the more I realize I want to be elsewhere.

[yearnsforheaven]

I hope that it will not.

You are certain that this is what you want?

[chorusing]

It won't leave you and it won't leave me.

(Christine presses their palms together.)

I'm here. I'm certain.

[yearnsforheaven]

[His hand trembles slightly in hers, unused to being touched so intimately.]

What of...everything that happened?

[It's the closest he's come to admitting his culpability in the events at the opera house, and probably the only time he will willingly mention any of it.]