you're impure. you've done bad things, been a cruel person, or you've been terribly wrong, and you've seen what the world really is. maybe you're bad, or maybe your road to hell is paved with good intentions. whatever the case is, there's red in your ledger.
they're pure. almost innocent, even. they're kind and open and the very opposite of worldly. maybe they're not always good, no one is, but their heart is clean.
despite these differences, there's something between you. you shouldn't relate, you should be worlds away...
how to play
comment with your character. mention if they're more likely to be pure or impure.
reply to others.
use the rng to determine the direction of your thread or come up with your own direction.
prompts
light || the pure is affecting the impure in a positive way.
dark || the impure is affecting the pure in a negative way.
purposeful || you want to corrupt something so pure.
forgive || they know what you've done and they've forgiven you.
death || something comes up from the dark past and strikes out at the one loved the most. they know it would hurt you to see them in pain - or worse.
life || the smut option. will there be hesitance in "defiling" purity?
cheer || never again did you think that there would be simple joys. picnics, birthdays, gentle holding of hands.
confessions || you have to get them into your life; they're the only good thing you can see.
teach || one party is teaching the other about more worldly pursuits, may or may not be sexual. perhaps they feel guilty for this, perhaps they don't.
end || you can't do this to them anymore. they deserve so much better than you.
[Some called Jesus a savior, others called him a nutball, and others just plain ignored him. Chia didn't quite know what to make of him. While her empathy and emotions were were near nonexistent and strange, she wasn't bad at reading people, since there was no way her mask of a foolish, innocent duck would hold up if she didn't. She couldn't fully grasp their emotions, though she saw that they existed, but she could sometimes work through what would annoy or bring joy to others through logic.
But she couldn't understand Jesus like she might other people. While there were some parts of him that were out for all to see, there were large chunks just clouded in smoke. While others might have just been puzzled by them, Chia was hurt more than usual. She had attempted to follow his little band in an experiment to see whether she could grab some joy out of this, but, time and time again, she had just found that their kindness and purity just forced her to screw her mask on tighter, to dye her fur a nicer shade of white, and it was sickening, like someone was dumping dark, thick poison in her week after week. She was cutting herself more than usual, and her mask was starting to slip. It was a sign that the experiment was failing.
But it would be strange-with her established image-to just run away without a goodbye and an excuse as to why, so, one day after a big show, Chia pulled the savior aside, her mask completely unhinged, showing her true face: one without any emotion at all, much like one would find on a doll. She just didn't have the energy right now to keep it on.]
Sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to come here anymore. It's not working out.
[Her voice was much the same. There was no emotion in it, and even the fake apology hurt.]
Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias: Faith and Fear | ota
[ Still not sure who's pure or impure tbh maybe canon point can help decide??? I'm all caught up with the manga. (And I've seen all of the anime too, if that matters.) ]
[[it could swing either way with him, pure/impure, depends on who tags. A Spock or a Bones would make my day but crossovers are even more interesting~]]
[Shuichi Shindou is not Yuki Kitazawa. He knows that. Shuichi told him as much, screamed it from the top of his lungs through his tears in an image that will be burned in his mind forever. He won't make the same mistake twice. He can't. He'll lose everything, again. He can't.
But that doesn't stop him from seeing the ghost of his tutor on those rare occasions when his medicated mind is muddled and his young lover says or does something in precisely the right -- or wrong? -- way, and it throws him for a loop every damn time. He doesn't know how to handle it. How to stop drawing comparisons that he knows are useless. How to keep the two loves of his life separated, one in the past and one in the present.
He doesn't think this will help, at all, actually, but it might distract him for a few minutes and maybe that will be enough. His eyes fixate on the crease in the newspaper that he hasn't been reading for the better part of the past twenty minutes, clearing his throat to catch Shuichi's attention.]
What would you say if I wanted to have a threesome?
[Well, the attention is certainly all his now. He was scribbling at his latest lyrics and idly working his way through a bowl of now-soggy cereal and having a peaceful morning. But that is entirely forgotten as his spoon falls out of his mouth and clatters to the floor and a bundle of sudden nerves explodes somewhere inside of him.]
What?? [Shooting up from the chair, his hands flounder uselessly for a moment before slamming down dramatically and sending his papers fluttering.] Hell no! Why? With who? No, no, I don't wanna know, don't tell me, I know I'm not good enough! You can't just ask someone that over breakfast, you bastard! [The edge of the table digs into his stomach as he leans in frantically, further and further with each word.]
[The outburst isn't exactly unexpected, but he still blinks stupidly in the face of it, newspaper also fluttering in the sudden breeze. Yeah, maybe breakfast wasn't the best time to bring this up - never would probably have been the best time - but it's too late to be tactful now.]
Jesus, calm down. [A hand extends across the small table between them to shove at the boy's shoulder, to get him to sit back down, lest he give himself a hernia.] It was a hypothetical question. [No, it wasn't.]
[Shuichi backs away from his hand like the touch would burn, but does relent enough to sit down with a huff.] I am calm... [He mumbles, and that's partly true now, at least. Only his heart is still racing anxiously.]
Yeah right. [Downcast eyes are trained on his abandoned cereal, though his appetite has thoroughly fled.] Why are you really asking?
[Eiri takes his hand back with a frown, refusing to feel guilty when Shuichi won't meet his gaze. Because I'm trying to stay sane? he thinks, but doesn't dare say, leaning to retrieve his fallen newspaper. Not that he can end the conversation by hiding behind it now.]
[Shuichi chews at the inside of his lip, turning over a hundred rapid thoughts. Most of them loud insecurities. Some the same thudding reminder that he wants--needs--to keep Eiri happy. However he can. Because he supposes he's not very good at it.]
Was there someone you...[want more than me?]...had in mind?
No. [That much is 100% true. Although... Eiri runs a hand through his hair, still damp from his morning shower, looking off at the refrigerator and all of the dumb magnets and even dumber notes reminding him to eat.]
But I'd want it to be a woman. [His head doesn't turn back, but his eyes do, watching Shuichi carefully from the corners.]
[Even the least careful of observers would catch the hurt that flashes across Shuichi's face. He isn't surprised, but the apparent confirmation of one of his worst fears is still a hard pill to swallow.]
Right. Of course. [For that moment, he doesn't care how bitter he may sound. He's being pushed mighty far. But he reigns it in quickly. He can make an effort. He can be what Eiri wants.
Plastering on a smile, he chuckles shallowly.] W-well, I guess any good marriage is made of compromises, right? [He stands, still not looking at the other man, distracting himself with bending down to pick up his song notes. They only shake slightly in his grip.] Whatever you want, Yuki.
[Why did he think this would help? Oh, wait, he didn't, that's right. So why did he bring it up? Eiri's not sure anymore, all he knows right now is the hurt flashing across his young lover's face is doing a number on his stomach. Maybe he should have listened to those dumb notes.
He can't stand it when Shuichi's sad, but he thinks this might be even more unbearable, watching as he goes from upset to pretending not to be in a matter of seconds. He's never been a very good liar.]
[A deep, steadying breath and a second to straighten his papers on the table and he lifts his gaze to meet the golden eyes that can do...so much to him. Much more than any pair of eyes should be able to accomplish. And he knows those eyes can read him, but he continues to tread the line of lying anyway.]
I dunno, I mean if you really want it... [He shrugs, too casually, the mild scrunch of his face betraying any false nonchalance.] I'd... rather you do it like that than go off and have some steamy affair.
[He stands, if only so he can tower over Shuichi, slowly rounding the table in one-] What I really want...[-two strides.]...is for you to stop bullshitting me.
[He grips Shuichi's chin, angling it upward, forcing him to keep eye contact.] Do what like that? Do you think I'm asking for your permission to cheat on you?
[Yep, here they come. Tears of confused frustration well up in the corners of Shuichi's eyes as he's forced to look up into Eiri's intimidatingly beautiful face. He feels like such a child. Why can't he be the kind of confident, sexy adult who would welcome the idea of something as wild as a threesome? If only to please his more confident, sexier, more experienced adult lover?]
I...maybe! [Eiri's always saying how lousy he is in bed. So why wouldn't he?] I don't know why you're asking!
Edited (ok in addition to wanting to remind you about this thread, it has bothering me forever that i wanted to put the emphasis on the other word instead i s2g it's been driving me nuts) 2014-04-22 21:58 (UTC)
[Goddammit. Eiri's grip loosens, hand tentatively raising to wipe away the tears that will undoubtedly fall, but he seems to think better of it, hand curling away into a useless fist instead. It falls to his side, his gaze falling with it. He can't bring himself to be mad at Shuichi for doubting his intentions, even though he hasn't given the boy a reason to doubt the promise he made that night years ago, when he said he would be the only one from then on. He's just so sick and tired of messing everything up, especially now that things are supposed to be better. Now that he's supposed to be better.]
... I'm home alone, all day, almost every day of the week. If I wanted to cheat on you, I could have done it a thousand times over by now. [Comforting never was Eiri's forte.]
I asked you because...I wanted to know if you would say yes. That's all. [No, it's not.]
UR A SQUIRREL i don't know why we're talking about squirrels help
[Oddly enough, Shuichi does find comfort there. He may not always appreciate the writer's ever so blunt way with words, but at least he knows they're not lies.
Maybe it really isn't about that. Maybe it has nothing to do with his inadequacy as a bedmate. Maybe it really is just...something he wants to do. Like the time Shuichi wanted to be tied up. Or when he wanted to make a sex tape. Those things were fun and almost mildly disastrous, respectively, and Eiri had agreed to them without hesitation. Without question, without asking for anything in return.
If he tells himself it's just like those times...maybe it'll be alright.
A few tears still manage to slip out, and Shuichi takes over where Eiri never really began, banishing them with the heel of his palm.] ...okay. [Then, more decisive.] Yes.
Edited 2014-07-07 17:15 (UTC)
by now i don't remember LOL may have to do with you being driven nuts by that edit?? harhar shoot me
[And there it is, the answer he'd been after. He doesn't doubt that Shuichi means it this time (well, he knows Shuichi thinks he means it), though hearing it now only makes him feel thoroughly disgusted with himself. He looks to Shuichi's bowl of soggy cereal, the lyrics he'd been scribbling, the remnants of the nice morning they'd been having together. The past, however recent it may have been. He nods absently to himself, sparing Shuichi a glance.]
Okay. [And then he's retreating, taking a seat and picking up the newspaper again like the matter's settled.]
Okay? [Shuichi's brow furrows, though he doesn't know if he expected anything different now that he's agreed, anything other than the quiet return to Eiri's casual morning routine. He can't possibly follow suit. His appetite's gone, his inspiration lost to the uncomfortable churning in his gut and how much he wishes he'd had breakfast somewhere else or maybe skipped the meal entirely.] That's...it?
The strange nature had been struck when she'd been young, and radiant with all the blessings of youth. And over the long stretch of decades, they met somewhere near the middle, despite warning from those closest in their confidences, despite the doomed fate of love between the Ainur and the Children, despite their own differing natures.
But if Melkor knew their fates the future had in store for them (and surely he did, having all of Eru's long sight to command), he breathed no word of it to her; and unlike fair Melian, Thingol's deathless queen, Melkor did not condescend to warn her away from aught she did, whether folly or wisdom.
- - - - -
Melkor set a pale flower into the fall of her hair, so neatly that his blunt fingertips did not even disturb the silken fall of it, laughing. It was a soft, low sound that vibrated through bones, as rich and warm as a lion's purr. "No, no; I am done with my old enmity with Aule. Let him furrow his brow over instructing Curufinwë and all who follow him on the lore of the earth, and all the elements in it. If I would take any student of your people under me, I would rather teach them Songs of Power. There are enough marvels in the world that can be seen and touched and adored for all the ceaseless ages. Far better, I have begun to think, far greater is the beauty in a moment that shall never come twice, that will never be experienced alike between two spirits."
He reached out his hands for hers-- broad and strong, palms up and open. He pitched his voice a little lower, as one divulging a secret, appealing to her with a subtle curve of smile made all the richer for its earnestness. "Walk with me a little longer yet, that I may linger in your light and remember its warmth even long after you depart. And tell me what you would love best to do with the future that unfurls before you."
She smiles up at him and places her hands in his-- so soft and small in comparison. "Have I seemed as though I wish to leave?"
She's one of the few who never has, a source of much distress for her family. They tended to think she was paying far too much attention to what was clearly a terrible influence. But, well, Artanis was nothing if not headstrong and she thought that, in some ways, she understood- after all, she knew the desire to rule and to do things according to her own will. He had sinned, of course. Gravely so. But the Valar had seen fit to set him free; they saw some spark worth keeping. And so did she.
She saw much that was worthwhile in him- and it wasn't just that she was drawn to power, whatever others might say. It was rather extraordinary to speak with one who had seen the beginning of creation, who could teach her the secrets of the world. And, she had to admit, he did have a certain charm and charisma.
"I will tell you what I hope and dream, if you will tell me the same."
[ooc: going with "life". she's the impure one this time~]
[She isn't playing fair and she knows it. One more semester of school wouldn't be that bad. A year even, maybe, when she's in a good mood. She's found herself enjoying the freedom, the responsibility, the classes that challenge her...not that she'll ever admit that to Edward, after all the fuss she's made. So when he, not at all unexpectedly, suggested a little more time, she couldn't just agree without asking for more incentive, now could she? Granted, she could've come up with anything else but...
But she wants this. Wants him. And she likes the way it feels to want him, just like this, as she is. And maybe...maybe she's still scared, scared that he's trying to push her away and into a human life without him. And maybe a part of her thinks that if they do this, if they join their bodies in the most basic and meaningful way, he'll feel too bound to her to push anymore.
It's somewhat twisted, she supposes. Somewhat cruel. But she'll feel bad later, alone in her room. She can't weaken in front of him. She sits firm on his couch, undeterred by his initial and unsurprising immediate protest.]
You said you wanted me to have every "human experience". [She argues, trying to sound more persuasive than petulant.] I'm pretty sure sex counts.
[He stands with a rigid stance across from her, a coffee table between them. It's not enough. Does she truly not understand how difficult it is for him to refuse her? It would be nothing to send the coffee table crashing into the far wall, to pick her up and carry her to bed and love her like she wants, like he wants...
Only it could cost him - her - everything. He could kill her. He's warned her, time and time again. Yet she insists with absolute certainty, believes in his ability to control himself...
His lips press into a firm line as he considers what he could do. She's put forth a relatively monumental effort to please him by attending college for an entire year. And, by some miracle, she's not opposed to giving him even more time, to being reasonable, but not without something in return. What he can't do is blow this opportunity, not with her life on the line. He can give her something.]
I did. [He admits, relents.] And I concur. [Sex with a vampire couldn't ever be considered a wholly human experience, but that's not the heart of this debate. He pauses, arms falling from across his chest.]
There is absolutely nothing else I could offer you? [It sounds more like a plea than a question.]
[Her head shakes, resolute.] There's nothing I want more than you. [Is that enticing or pathetic?
Either way, at least it's the truth. She can't imagine him understanding what it's like to feel this way; he's so restrained, so perfect, so much better than her and her needy human body, hormones. It seems impossibly harder every day, being near him, being taunted by nighttime fantasies and waking up in his arms unable to fulfill them. On bad days, she feels downright dirty for wanting so much...but she knows she can't help it. She loves him, desires him. She's only human.]
If it's too hard [No pun intended. Well, maybe a little.] we don't have to do...everything, just. Just try?
He casts her a withering look, not in the mood for humor, although she's unknowingly presented him with a potential loophole that starts him pacing the length of the room as he thinks it through from every angle. Upon concluding it would offer the least amount of risk to her while also giving her the most bang for her buck (ha, two puns), he drops onto the couch beside her with something like hope in his bright, topaz eyes.]
What if, rather than trying to do everything, we do something? Something past second base. [His lips go slightly crooked at the metaphor.] It's no home run, but would that be enough? For now?
[Watching as he paces, she tries to even her breathing in preparation for either his highly unlikely consent or his rejection - the outcome she, unfortunately, expects, even with an argument as solid and clever as hers is. She supposes beliefs that have quite literally been held for a century would require more than hormonally-driven stubbornness to begin swaying.
Which is why his words, and the sudden, inspired gleam in his gaze, catch her so off guard, she almost agrees immediately. Before even knowing exactly what she'd be agreeing to. Of course, as her attention catches on the distracting quirk of his mouth, she doubts it'd be an agreement she'd regret. Still.]
That depends... [As if she isn't already leaning toward him, already biting her lip in curious excitement.] You'll have to be more specific.
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Jesus Christ -- Jesus Christ Superstar Arena Tour 2012
A bit of a mix on the first prompt, if that's alright with you. ><;
But she couldn't understand Jesus like she might other people. While there were some parts of him that were out for all to see, there were large chunks just clouded in smoke. While others might have just been puzzled by them, Chia was hurt more than usual. She had attempted to follow his little band in an experiment to see whether she could grab some joy out of this, but, time and time again, she had just found that their kindness and purity just forced her to screw her mask on tighter, to dye her fur a nicer shade of white, and it was sickening, like someone was dumping dark, thick poison in her week after week. She was cutting herself more than usual, and her mask was starting to slip. It was a sign that the experiment was failing.
But it would be strange-with her established image-to just run away without a goodbye and an excuse as to why, so, one day after a big show, Chia pulled the savior aside, her mask completely unhinged, showing her true face: one without any emotion at all, much like one would find on a doll. She just didn't have the energy right now to keep it on.]
Sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to come here anymore. It's not working out.
[Her voice was much the same. There was no emotion in it, and even the fake apology hurt.]
Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias: Faith and Fear | ota
Historia Reiss | Attack on Titan | OTA
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Jim Kirk-- Star Trek Reboot-- OTA
Tohko Amano-Bungaku Shoujo-OTA
Izaya Orihara | Durarara!! | M/F
Terra | Kingdom Hearts | OTA
Shuichi Shindou | Gravitation (pure)
purposeful (sorry not sorry)
But that doesn't stop him from seeing the ghost of his tutor on those rare occasions when his medicated mind is muddled and his young lover says or does something in precisely the right -- or wrong? -- way, and it throws him for a loop every damn time. He doesn't know how to handle it. How to stop drawing comparisons that he knows are useless. How to keep the two loves of his life separated, one in the past and one in the present.
He doesn't think this will help, at all, actually, but it might distract him for a few minutes and maybe that will be enough. His eyes fixate on the crease in the newspaper that he hasn't been reading for the better part of the past twenty minutes, clearing his throat to catch Shuichi's attention.]
What would you say if I wanted to have a threesome?
(shoves overdramatic shubaby at you)
What?? [Shooting up from the chair, his hands flounder uselessly for a moment before slamming down dramatically and sending his papers fluttering.] Hell no! Why? With who? No, no, I don't wanna know, don't tell me, I know I'm not good enough! You can't just ask someone that over breakfast, you bastard! [The edge of the table digs into his stomach as he leans in frantically, further and further with each word.]
(mmm yes good)
Jesus, calm down. [A hand extends across the small table between them to shove at the boy's shoulder, to get him to sit back down, lest he give himself a hernia.] It was a hypothetical question. [No, it wasn't.]
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Yeah right. [Downcast eyes are trained on his abandoned cereal, though his appetite has thoroughly fled.] Why are you really asking?
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If you hate the idea that much, it was a joke.
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Was there someone you...[want more than me?]...had in mind?
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But I'd want it to be a woman. [His head doesn't turn back, but his eyes do, watching Shuichi carefully from the corners.]
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Right. Of course. [For that moment, he doesn't care how bitter he may sound. He's being pushed mighty far. But he reigns it in quickly. He can make an effort. He can be what Eiri wants.
Plastering on a smile, he chuckles shallowly.] W-well, I guess any good marriage is made of compromises, right? [He stands, still not looking at the other man, distracting himself with bending down to pick up his song notes. They only shake slightly in his grip.] Whatever you want, Yuki.
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He can't stand it when Shuichi's sad, but he thinks this might be even more unbearable, watching as he goes from upset to pretending not to be in a matter of seconds. He's never been a very good liar.]
Look me in the eyes and say that.
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I'll do whatever you want, Yuki.
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What happened to 'hell no'?
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I dunno, I mean if you really want it... [He shrugs, too casually, the mild scrunch of his face betraying any false nonchalance.] I'd... rather you do it like that than go off and have some steamy affair.
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[He stands, if only so he can tower over Shuichi, slowly rounding the table in one-] What I really want...[-two strides.]...is for you to stop bullshitting me.
[He grips Shuichi's chin, angling it upward, forcing him to keep eye contact.] Do what like that? Do you think I'm asking for your permission to cheat on you?
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I...maybe! [Eiri's always saying how lousy he is in bed. So why wouldn't he?] I don't know why you're asking!
such a squirrel
... I'm home alone, all day, almost every day of the week. If I wanted to cheat on you, I could have done it a thousand times over by now. [Comforting never was Eiri's forte.]
I asked you because...I wanted to know if you would say yes. That's all. [No, it's not.]
UR A SQUIRREL i don't know why we're talking about squirrels help
Maybe it really isn't about that. Maybe it has nothing to do with his inadequacy as a bedmate. Maybe it really is just...something he wants to do. Like the time Shuichi wanted to be tied up. Or when he wanted to make a sex tape. Those things were fun and almost mildly disastrous, respectively, and Eiri had agreed to them without hesitation. Without question, without asking for anything in return.
If he tells himself it's just like those times...maybe it'll be alright.
A few tears still manage to slip out, and Shuichi takes over where Eiri never really began, banishing them with the heel of his palm.] ...okay. [Then, more decisive.] Yes.
by now i don't remember LOL may have to do with you being driven nuts by that edit?? harhar shoot me
Okay. [And then he's retreating, taking a seat and picking up the newspaper again like the matter's settled.]
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Bella Swan | Twilight (pure)
Melkor | Silmarillion | Impure | OTA
Closed!
But if Melkor knew their fates the future had in store for them (and surely he did, having all of Eru's long sight to command), he breathed no word of it to her; and unlike fair Melian, Thingol's deathless queen, Melkor did not condescend to warn her away from aught she did, whether folly or wisdom.
- - - - -
Melkor set a pale flower into the fall of her hair, so neatly that his blunt fingertips did not even disturb the silken fall of it, laughing. It was a soft, low sound that vibrated through bones, as rich and warm as a lion's purr. "No, no; I am done with my old enmity with Aule. Let him furrow his brow over instructing Curufinwë and all who follow him on the lore of the earth, and all the elements in it. If I would take any student of your people under me, I would rather teach them Songs of Power. There are enough marvels in the world that can be seen and touched and adored for all the ceaseless ages. Far better, I have begun to think, far greater is the beauty in a moment that shall never come twice, that will never be experienced alike between two spirits."
He reached out his hands for hers-- broad and strong, palms up and open. He pitched his voice a little lower, as one divulging a secret, appealing to her with a subtle curve of smile made all the richer for its earnestness. "Walk with me a little longer yet, that I may linger in your light and remember its warmth even long after you depart. And tell me what you would love best to do with the future that unfurls before you."
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She's one of the few who never has, a source of much distress for her family. They tended to think she was paying far too much attention to what was clearly a terrible influence. But, well, Artanis was nothing if not headstrong and she thought that, in some ways, she understood- after all, she knew the desire to rule and to do things according to her own will. He had sinned, of course. Gravely so. But the Valar had seen fit to set him free; they saw some spark worth keeping. And so did she.
She saw much that was worthwhile in him- and it wasn't just that she was drawn to power, whatever others might say. It was rather extraordinary to speak with one who had seen the beginning of creation, who could teach her the secrets of the world. And, she had to admit, he did have a certain charm and charisma.
"I will tell you what I hope and dream, if you will tell me the same."
Bella Swan | Twilight (College AU)
[She isn't playing fair and she knows it. One more semester of school wouldn't be that bad. A year even, maybe, when she's in a good mood. She's found herself enjoying the freedom, the responsibility, the classes that challenge her...not that she'll ever admit that to Edward, after all the fuss she's made. So when he, not at all unexpectedly, suggested a little more time, she couldn't just agree without asking for more incentive, now could she? Granted, she could've come up with anything else but...
But she wants this. Wants him. And she likes the way it feels to want him, just like this, as she is. And maybe...maybe she's still scared, scared that he's trying to push her away and into a human life without him. And maybe a part of her thinks that if they do this, if they join their bodies in the most basic and meaningful way, he'll feel too bound to her to push anymore.
It's somewhat twisted, she supposes. Somewhat cruel. But she'll feel bad later, alone in her room. She can't weaken in front of him. She sits firm on his couch, undeterred by his initial and unsurprising immediate protest.]
You said you wanted me to have every "human experience". [She argues, trying to sound more persuasive than petulant.] I'm pretty sure sex counts.
u turd
Only it could cost him - her - everything. He could kill her. He's warned her, time and time again. Yet she insists with absolute certainty, believes in his ability to control himself...
His lips press into a firm line as he considers what he could do. She's put forth a relatively monumental effort to please him by attending college for an entire year. And, by some miracle, she's not opposed to giving him even more time, to being reasonable, but not without something in return. What he can't do is blow this opportunity, not with her life on the line. He can give her something.]
I did. [He admits, relents.] And I concur. [Sex with a vampire couldn't ever be considered a wholly human experience, but that's not the heart of this debate. He pauses, arms falling from across his chest.]
There is absolutely nothing else I could offer you? [It sounds more like a plea than a question.]
rude
Either way, at least it's the truth. She can't imagine him understanding what it's like to feel this way; he's so restrained, so perfect, so much better than her and her needy human body, hormones. It seems impossibly harder every day, being near him, being taunted by nighttime fantasies and waking up in his arms unable to fulfill them. On bad days, she feels downright dirty for wanting so much...but she knows she can't help it. She loves him, desires him. She's only human.]
If it's too hard [No pun intended. Well, maybe a little.] we don't have to do...everything, just. Just try?
7 months worth of rude
He casts her a withering look, not in the mood for humor, although she's unknowingly presented him with a potential loophole that starts him pacing the length of the room as he thinks it through from every angle. Upon concluding it would offer the least amount of risk to her while also giving her the most bang for her buck (ha, two puns), he drops onto the couch beside her with something like hope in his bright, topaz eyes.]
What if, rather than trying to do everything, we do something? Something past second base. [His lips go slightly crooked at the metaphor.] It's no home run, but would that be enough? For now?
better rude than never! or something like that
Which is why his words, and the sudden, inspired gleam in his gaze, catch her so off guard, she almost agrees immediately. Before even knowing exactly what she'd be agreeing to. Of course, as her attention catches on the distracting quirk of his mouth, she doubts it'd be an agreement she'd regret. Still.]
That depends... [As if she isn't already leaning toward him, already biting her lip in curious excitement.] You'll have to be more specific.