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.

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Comments

[malibu_farmboy]

"Were you?" James steadily offers her his arm, ostensibly to steer them toward refreshment and, at least for now, temporarily away from the patrons (who no doubt would have their turn in due course), but also to hang onto the attentions of this dazzling young starlet.

"I thought you seemed particularly fluid on your feet. I suppose there must be a bit of rhythm and grace in all of us who dare to tread toward center stage."

He glances toward her and instantly catches her eye once again. That shimmering blushing smile hits James just as intensely. No wonder she caused a public sensation right from her first night as an understudy.

"I enjoy performing very much, Christine! I think there is something that calls us to it, no? I felt the anger and passion in my heart and longed for the space and the words to unleash my emotions to an audience, or to my fellow characters in a play. It is, perhaps, a way to exist above and beyond what we are permitted to be off the stage."

"And you, my dear Christine? What compels you to the stage? Surely when one lives her life surrounded by music, she must live and breathe it in some form, non?"

[chorusing]

Yes, soon. Christine isn't terribly extroverted - she loves to sing, to dance, but standing on a stage is different from standing before a throng of patrons. Each one presents a new obstacle. What should she say to them? What do they expect from her?

"I studied ballet in the opera-house. I have done so since I was a child." she lights up under his gaze, her eyes warm and friendly. This is not a starlet who is too vain to enjoy the simple pleasures of life.

The way he speaks about his craft delights her and though her voice is soft, there is a thread of passion beneath every word:

"I feel as if I am speaking from the heart each time I sing. It's a way of connecting myself to my father. He was the only family I ever knew." she isn't sure he wants to hear about a dreary story of loss, so instead she leans in and whispers, "I have a grand teacher. He has taught me everything I know about singing and the stage."

[malibu_farmboy]

It does not take a tale of woe for James to surmise what his lovely companion has endured. Merely the way she speaks of her father in the past tense and the weight and sincerity in her voice as she speaks her heart.

He seizes this moment to chase the truest connection between artists. The meeting of mind and heart. Reveling in the closeness and honesty, he leans in along with her. Letting their bodies discreetly hide their hands from public view. He slowly and softly takes hers, threading their fingers together.

"Mon cherie, I have no doubt your father has heard every word you sing, and that his soul weeps with joy and pride for his angel on Earth every night you pray to him. My hope is only that you feel his love shine down on you by the light of the sun or the stage lights. And this I hope with all my heart."

His eyes meets hers once again, and he basks in the gaze they share. He lets it linger a great while before slowly returning her to the ground, as it were, with him.

"Now this teacher of yours, who is he?"