It's what I deserve

[sockdere]

WHAT I DESERVE how to play - no blank comments! your character announces exactly what they believe they deserve. with a full chest. zero dishonesty. for good. for bad. for the worst. - does everyone agree? - tread lightly, triggers may pop up.

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[slcpd]

I don't think I need to remind you that they are.

[ It's not about him anymore, it's about her. When hasn't it been about her since he's met her, anyway? He isn't flippant, but it's clear his focus remains on Jill rather than himself now. ]

You know what I did, Jill. What I've done.

[skorpions]

[ She looks to him almost searching. A single step draws her near to close the distance a little. ]

Would you think the same if it was me that was asking?

[ Which is unfair of her to ask, she knows this. She wants the world for him and for him to have what he desires. ]

[slcpd]

...I had a choice.

[ He says, nearing still before he gently lays a palm over where the P30 device had been. That was different. It was all about choice and options; Joshua had plenty of options and choices. He just chose the burning loyalty within him -- and the darker parts were let loose.

He goes for her free hand, scooping it into his as gently as one might take a young woman to a dance. ]

In my eyes, you already have redemption, Jill.

[skorpions]

You changed, Joshua. I don't know personally of the man you used to be, but the one I know now... I wouldn't trade for millions.

[ Which is a statement that's hypocritical, expecting Chris to trade her own self for millions, but she would not do it for Joshua. She longs to do the right thing, but her heart blurs what is right. When he touches her, she lets out a small sound and almost a gasp. She feels her heart beat faster, through the scars and burns that leave their mark; under the flame he's ignited under his touch. Tentatively, she reaches a hand over his almost like he might break before gripping him; soft yet solid that she may not let him go. ]

Joshua... [ It's softer and when he goes for her free hand in his she responds in kind. She takes the opportunity to reassure him in a gentle squeeze. ] You deserve the same. In my eyes, at least.

[slcpd]

[ His throat feels tight. Tight and as dry as his skin does. On fire. Sometimes it was the only thing that didn't feel that way, yet here she was. She made each word come out in a huff of reality. While he'd never told lies for Caesar, he had been a man that would spread the word of good in a way that would never have its outreach. Right now, though, he knows how he feels. He knows that the "good," isn't just a wave of the hand and the hope for an afterlife that's better than the life you've lived.

If anyone else might have touched him without his permission, he might have broken their hand on accident. She's freedom, though. Freedom that others don't have. He is an open book, including to the worst chapters of his life, flickering in dim light. She'd have to squint to see the reality, but she was already there. There wasn't any turning back, not from what he'd started.

His hand goes from her heart to her shoulder, gently teasing at her jawline before going to brush a little stray strand of hair behind an ear. He wants to linger in his touch. ]

I don't think you understand that this isn't about me any longer, Jill. [ Where or whenever she was, it ended up being about her. He leans into her, chest to chest, the length of his height making her look all the more small in his shadow. ] Or, perhaps you do. Do I repulse you?

[ He already knows the answer. He's just too afraid to ask for something else. ]