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"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!

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[One by one, the lights in the Great Battleship Condescension fizzled out. An outage that started in the storage bay and then rapidly grew as it ravaged the energy grid.]

[The communication systems went down next. The irritated messages from one sector of the ship to the other as they attempted to find out what exactly had happened were cut off.]

[Door began to close around the ship, trapping crew members in the rooms in which they stood.]

[The air circulation slowed.]

[Silence followed for a good thirty minutes, before the intercom crackled back to life. Crackled a message to every ear, just so every member could hear the command for the Empress from the low-blooded psiion that ran the ship.]

Her Imperious Condescension to the Helmsbay.

[The lights flickered only in the room in which Her Imperious Condescension stood. The door nearest to her opened. The next message to come over the intercom only came to the room that the Empress stood in.]

Let us go for a stroll, My Highest. Clear the air. It has been a few days since we last spoke, after all.

[It is immediately apparent to Her Imperious Condescension just what is going on as the lights begin to fizzle out, as the panic in her crew began to sink in. She didn't do a thing about it, letting the idiotic peons fret and flail about, worrying and trying to fix what wasn't broken.

Doors shut, then, too, trapping security personnel and maintenance crews alike, and she knew it was only a matter of time until her summons came.

The command echoed through the ship, cut through the silence and elicited protests from every corner, how dare he speak to Her that way. He should be culled. They had spare psiions onboard for just such purposes, and yet no order to cull him came. Not even an intent to do so from the Condesce herself.

No, she simply rose from where she was awaiting him in her quarters and looked to the nearest security viewport, offering him a private little smirk.]

Such grandiose gestures. I don' know if I shoald be flattered or anchored.

[Still, she followed the trail of light, heels clicking on the floor as she made her way to the helmsbay.]

[A chuckle crackled over the intercom in her personal quarters in response. The door to her quarters closed behind her shortly after she’d stepped out. The nearest intercom crackled back to life.]

The old saying, “Idle Hands” comes to mind – but I would hate to sound bitter, My Highest.

[As she continued her venture, her Helmsman continued to make his presence known in ever corridor that she walked. He shut doors as she left the room and would flicker the next set of lights on to illuminate her path with a dull buzz.]

And thus without hands, my idleness was cured more by analyzing just what I could mess with to get your attention. The inconvenience of some panicked high bloods is a bonus, though.

[Even as she walked, his voice jumped from one intercom to the next.]

You let me get bored, My Highest. Been that busy?

[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?

[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.]

Edited 2014-09-10 06:28 (UTC)

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