"You Are Mine"

[simplememes]

"You are Mine" Meme You want them, and you've wanted them forever. But more than that, you want them to be yours and yours alone. Call it possessive, and it is, but it's also just a flair of protectiveness. You could want them to be yours in a romantic, fluffy way, a BDSM way, or an obsessive, unhealthy way. Maybe you don't even know why you want them yourself, leaving you puzzled and flustered. All of this could even be a spur-of-the-moment realization! Whatever the specifics are, this desire is now out in the open and you're going to act on it. How will you do it? Will you blow their mind with sex? Is honesty the best policy, or maybe you'll give them words of love and affection? If you're more sinister and obsessed, less socialized, you may do something nefarious! In the end, will your methods work? Your partner may be amused or not so keen on the idea...or they could have wanted to be yours all along! Comment with your character, canon, preferences, and any pertinent information that will color how the thread will go. Mention what themes or moods you prefer to play. Reply to others. Be cool and respectful.

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[beachesandshoals]

[It was almost, almost eerie how the crackle of the intercom, the buzzing of the lights, and the click click click of her heels on the floor were the only sounds to break the too-quiet silence of a dead spacecraft.]

And what if I wanted t'sea what you'd do if y'got bored?

[The idle flicking of her fins as she walked with confidence to the helmsblock betrayed her interest, lent truth to the question. What good was having the most powerful psiion in the land as your personal battleship slash quadrantmate if he wasn't allowed to have a little leeway from time to time?

It certainly kept things interesting.]

You know how busy I've been. What d'you think?

[bitterbattery]

[Silence followed her inquiries. The crackle of dead air continued to transfer from one audio-communication outlet to the next as the Empress walked through the corridor of her ship. The psiion was focused on the click of her heels. He reveled in how they clicked so methodically in his head despite the lack of her physical presence in the helmsbay.

It was moments like this that it paid to be the ship. He swore he could feel her heels digging into his spinal column with every sharp tick in the air. His eyes rolled backward.

He was ready for this game. The Psiioniic’s nerves were on end, insides twisted in anticipation.

His answer to her questions came in the form of him shutting a door just before the empress could pass through. The lights in her current corridor switched off, and the dull fuschia emergency lights in the floor flicked on.]
So you wanted to string me along?

[The temperature in her corridor took a sharp dive.]

Did you want me to miss you, My Highest?

[He did. She’d won that before even having to answer, and he hated that she did. The Empress was the only troll who had touched him in recent memory. The caress of clammy hands was a treat by this point – a reminder that he existed as both troll and machine. It pulled him back to the world of the living as some form of gnarled sanctuary, and oh would he eat it up today. He needed that jolt back to reality. His duties as the ship had become mundane: navigate, regulate, rinse and repeat.

He needed her.]