LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

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The Love at First Sight Meme



"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

Pretty self-explanatory. Sometimes, chemistry just hits you and you see that special someone for the first time and . . . it's so intense, there's no reasoning behind it other than it has to be love.

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well.
→ Congratulations, whoever tags your character is seeing them for the first time and is in love with them. Truly, madly, deeply.
→ Tag around. Play out shenanigans. Serious or cracky or anything.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

Comments

Edward Woodville (OC) - m/m

[prettywitty_gay]

Queen Anne + The Musketeers + M/F

[queenanne]

Julian Bashir | DS9 | Open

[notfromnature]

Fox || RWBY || m/f

[scarfox]

[ Mind you he's blind, so "first sight" really becomes "first time hearing your voice and/or touching your face". But, you know. Go nuts? ]

[leekspins]

[She probably noticed Fox before he noticed her. Sure, she's been aware of his presence at the Academy, but when the city was flooded by Grimm, she finally got to see just what he was capable of. She's never seen anyone so brave. His lack of sight doesn't stop him from fighting, and that impresses her immensely. As for her job when all this is going on? It's nothing quite so flashy. Her semblance creates an unbreakable shield, which she uses to deflect Grimm from pursuing villagers. It means they're all herded into a corner, safe from harm. Her aura can be used to heal the injured, and she does have one single fierce attack. But her first priority is to protect.]

[This gives her ample opportunity to observe Fox as he blows up the Grimm assaulting her shield. It's a moment that she'll never forget, and when his face turns in their direction, his dark skin exotic with his bright red hair, her heart skips a beat and her face turns pink. Does he know they're there?]

That was amazing! Thank you!

[Well now he knows.]

[scarfox]

[ Technically speaking, Fox noticed more people than he let on - but that doesn't mean he was more familiar with them than perhaps knowing their name and a vague idea of their combat abilities at the very most. What little he knew about Orihime beforehand wasn't much to go off of - spirited, fairly impressive aura, but not as adept in hand-to-hand as most other huntsmen and huntresses - but she was renowned for her kindness above all else. It's something he found out about firsthand when the Grimm attacked, the way she prioritized defending the helpless instead of fighting their attackers. That was fine, really, there were plenty of warriors on the field as it was, and with the arrival of team CFVY the tides were beginning to turn quickly.

The Grimm attacking her shield were nothing to write home about - nothing larger than an Ursa Major, and frankly he'd killed bigger - so when all is said and done he hasn't even broken a sweat. He turns his head towards where he's certain Orihime is, based on both the voices of the villagers behind her shield and the very tangible aura emanating from that direction, her shield all but radiating enough energy that he doesn't need eyes to home in on it. Her praise is met without reaction, other than to turn the rest of his body to face her a little more fully. ]

Save your gratitude - it's not over y--

[ He silences himself, raising his head to listen carefully for... ah. Yes, there it is. Under the roars of Grimm and clashes of steel against armored hide, he can hear a very familiar whirring, seconds before the roar of machine gun fire drowns nearly everything else out. Coco's cleaning up the mess, it seems. ]

Never mind. It's probably safe, now.

[leekspins]

So...I don't have to save my gratitude anymore, right?

[Does he know about her weird sense of humor? He surely knows now. With the last of the monsters being cleared away, and the hole they're tumbling out of now sealed tight, Orihime can relax. She drops her shield, and the civilians slowly begin to disperse. She hooks the two floral-shaped chakrams at her hips. She needs to go check on her teammates, but...well, as long as he's here...]

Were you injured, Fox?

[scarfox]

Not at all.

[ These were pretty low-tier Grimm, and not in overwhelming numbers either. Frankly, he'd been forced to fight harder on the mission they went on before the dance. Now that had been a lot of Grimm.

But those are memories for another time. ]

... Orihime, right?

[leekspins]

That's a relief!

[And she means that. Still, she can't help feeling that she needs to do something for him in return. Orihime is one of the few huntresses whose powers are better suited for defense and back-up, which doesn't exactly make her the sort of person that wins tournaments or even the praise of many professors. It means she has to work extra hard to earn her good grades. But just as she's about to excuse herself and awkwardly shuffle off, he surprises her. He knows her name?]

Yes, that's right. You have a good memory!

[She didn't think most people took much notice of her, other than her looks. And let's face it, Beacon is chock full of beautiful people, so she doesn't necessarily stand out in that field either.]

Um...are you going back to your team?

[scarfox]

Shortly.

[ Coco always liked to have a bit of time to herself after a fight just to bask in the afterglow of victory, and Velvet and Yatsuhashi were probably checking up on each other as they were wont to do even when it isn't necessary. Normally this would be his time to reflect on the fight and determine what he needed to improve on, but honestly this had been a pretty easy battle on his end of things. Not much to learn from weaklings like these.

So... what does he do, then? He's not exactly a chatterbox, but if anything he can probably talk about the fight a little. Ah! Praise! That's what people usually do for each other after a shared victory. ]

You found a good place to hole up with the civilians. The bottleneck made them easy to engage one at a time. Did you choose the spot?

[leekspins]

[Orihime nods with a sheepish smile before realizing that probably won't answer his question SINCE HE CAN'T SEE HER.]

Oh, well...yes. I wanted to make sure nothing could slip around the edge of my shield!

[Not all of the villagers are dispersing. One of them is peering at Orihime's blushing face and awkward gestures, then at the sightless young warrior that seems to have her all a-twitter. The villager pushes Orihime forward, sending her stumbling against Fox, while the villager points emphatically at a nearby cafe. Orihime shakes her head wildly. No no no! She's not asking him out, and she's pretty sure everyone working there has run away by now.]

Oh, er...sorry.

[scarfox]

[ Without the advantage of sight he doesn't have the ability to react as readily - his instincts are top notch though, so at the very least he realizes she's stumbling forward from the off-balance pattern of her footsteps. He starts raising his hands to about chest level to stop her - ah wait, no, the chest is no good if it's a woman. His hands move again just in time, one catching her by the shoulder, the other resting with its palm flat against her forehead. He blinks once - she's warm, a bit moreso than he'd expected. A beat-- ]

Don't move.

[ And he lowers his hand gradually from her forehead, fingertips running lightly over her face, learning the shape of it as best he can. He'll never know precisely how she looks, but at least with this he can estimate.

... His estimations would bring color to his cheeks were it possible.

Without any further explanation he promptly steps back, lifting his head to listen again. He can hear Coco barking out some orders for the team - she must know he's near enough to hear - and he gives a little nod to himself before his attention returns to Orihime again. ]

I'm off to check for straggling Grimm or anyone who may be hurt or trapped. You should return to your team.

...

If not, then come with me. Two eyes are better than none.

[ BLIND HUMOR ]

[leekspins]

[Orihime's not sure she could move even if she wanted to. She blinks, eyes wide, before she realizes what it is he's doing. He's...'looking' at her, isn't he? The villager is flashing her a toothy grin and a thumb's up, causing her cheeks to flush as she feels Fox's fingertips gently brushing her face. She closes her eyes, a shaky breath escaping.]

[When he finishes, she holds her hands politely in front of her. She can see where his attentions are directed, so...she supposes that means they'll probably have to part for now. But she won't give up. Maybe she can track him down for lunch tomorrow, or...]

[OR HE COULD BRING HER ALONG! YAY! A slow smile works itself over her face, and she nods sharply.]

Sure!

[And she can't help it, she laughs. Who knew he had a sense of humor about his sight? It kind of relaxes her, a silent invitation to ask the questions she held back out of respect. Orihime quickens her steps, determined to keep an eye out for any rubble that might threaten to trip him up. She's got your back, Fox.]

Was it an accident?

[She tucks her hands behind her back.]

Or were you just born without being able to see?

ONE YEAR AGO...

[cocogadget]

[ for coco, being a huntress, just like everything else in life, is 90% confidence. if you want to walk the walk, you gotta talk the talk, and if you manage to do both while looking completely fabulous? then you're golden. she'd had this philosophy since she was practically old enough to speak, and it managed to get her through signal just fine — give or take a few incidences, but who hasn't ever accidentally set fire to the ammunitions lab once or twice before, right? — so she's positive her experience at beacon wouldn't be any different.

thaaaat would be her first mistake.

her second mistake? wearing these boots on the hiking trip of hell.

though "hiking trip" is a generous phrase. it's really more like "we're going to drop you from hundreds of feet up in the air with no parachute into a terrain you've never been allowed into before good luck don't die also it's nighttime so enjoy that." coco had heard her fair share of initiation stories, but none of those had ever sounded this annoying.

but whatever. it's fine. it's fine. she's got this. all she needs to do is find her partner (whomever that will be; all ozpin had said was you'll know when you find them but frankly everything he says sounds like a cryptic puzzle to coco, so she didn't really give it much thought. though it must have something to do with the little pendant they'd all had to catch in the air as they fell.), find one of those "relics" goodwitch had mentioned, and gee tee eff oh.

...once she wrestles her way out of this bush she'd fallen in, of course. ]

OUR STORY BEGINS...

[scarfox]

[ The instructions for initiation had most of the students at least a little anxious. It was a rough scenario to be dropped in to begin with, but at night? Especially on a cloudy night like this, with neither stars nor shattered moon to see by? How could anyone be expected to pull all of this off in the dark? For many of the trainees, this was going to be one of the hardest days of their lives thus far.

For Fox, it was just Tuesday.

He hadn't said a word and had barely moved a muscle since taking his place on the airship, only shifting about when necessary or instructed to do so. To be honest, this whole "partner" business wasn't really an angle he was all to eager to work with. His long-term plans didn't involve anyone else - his goals were his own, and he wasn't keen on cluing anyone else in on them. He didn't really want any of these people learning much about him at all, which is why he's donned a pair of black shades large enough to conceal his eyes entirely and switched out his usual vest for a rarely-touched jacket of a similar color. People saw his eyes and scars and felt pity, tried to console him, go out of their way for him. He didn't want that and he didn't need that. What he wanted was to prove that he was more than capable in spite of his hindrances, that even without working eyes he could keep up with the other students and even surpass some of them. The only way to make sure of that was to not let any of them know, so they wouldn't try to pull any of his weight for him.

He had to be strong. In the end, that's what it came down to.

Even without eyesight his landing was relatively smooth, his aura more than used to warning him about imminent impact - mastering that had been a trial-and-error process which had left him with a few extra scars, but as it was he managed his landing without any troubles to speak of. Better yet, from the sound of things he was near one of the other students. Good. Better to hurry up and get this over with. Following his ears to the sound of rustling brush and feminine grunts of annoyance, sidestepping a couple trees with the help of his aura, he stops himself about twelve feet from the source of the noise. ]

Injuries?

[ He asks with little to no concern in his tone - more like an air of impatience. Hurry up and get out of there, come on. ]

IN WEST PHILADELPHIA, BORN AND RAISED...

[cocogadget]

[ it's not exactly coco's ideal way of meeting someone, one leg still precariously stuck within the brushes while the rest of her ungracefully tries to wriggle away (she'd damn the heel of these boots if she loved them any less, to be honest), but it's not like she can afford to be picky at the moment.

clouds aside, the night is made even darker thanks to the tall canopies of trees in emerald forest, bathing coco in shadows that might have worried her, if she hadn't been too busy worrying about what that bush had done to her hair. but the added darkness makes it hard even for even someone with the keenest of eyes to see, so she's not at all surprised that the boy, whoever he is, had to ask.

though, the fact he's standing so far away probably doesn't help. ]

Just my ego.

[ she laughs, because it's always easier to laugh at yourself when you make sure you're the first one to do it.

by then, at least, she's managed to wrangle herself free of the flora. the heels of her boots click quietly against the hard earth, hard enough that they thankfully don't sink in. she spares a few moments to dust her clothes free of any errant leaves or twigs before she starts to comb her fingers through her hair to check for the same thing.

in the meantime, she's peering at the boy standing so far away. rather — she's staring at his glaring fashion offense. ]

...shades? Really?

[ as if his snippy tone earlier hadn't spelled DOUCHE enough. ]

i would totally watch rwby starring will smith

[scarfox]

[ It's a good thing she doesn't need first aid - hard to really apply proper medical treatment when you can't see a goddamn thing. He's taking in as many sounds from her as he can, trying to gauge what kind of person he's dealing with - but the clack of heels against the ground tells him plenty.

The snappy remark tells him a little more. ]

I could say the same about your heels. They already seem to be affecting your performance more than my glasses are affecting mine.

[ attitude begets attitude ]

does that make jaune carlton?

[cocogadget]

[ RUDE AS FUQ TBH.

but she kind of also asked for it — more often than not, those "incidences" of hers back at signal had more to do with her uncanny ability to forget to filter her words before actually saying them. she's at least self-aware enough to realize this, though, and concedes with a casual shrug. shame it's completely lost to him, though. ]

Ozpin needs to work on his debriefing skills, [ she insists with a light tone, ] but it's hard not to miss the time of day.

[ her arms fold over her stomach, head tipping to the side as she squints through the dark at him. dark skin, dark hair, dark tone. he'd be alluring, if he knew at all how to work it. ]

You do realize nothing screams "tool" more than shades at night, right?

i think he could do the carlton dance tbh

[scarfox]

[ He feels it in the back of his mind - his temper kicking up a little, anger digging its hooks into him. He knows he should try to just end the argument altogether-- ]

You do realize I'm not here to appeal to your tastes, right?

[ --but he's never been great at not letting anger get the best of him.

He takes a couple steps closer - easier for her to see him, easier for him to hear her. ]

So let's drop the pointless chitchat and get on with it. What do we do with these pendants?

yes i think he's proven his prowess on the dance floor...

[cocogadget]

Ooh, saucy.

[ rather than be put off by the flare in his anger, though, coco seems to sound even more amused. she doesn't mean to patronize, really, but she can't help it — he's definitely got that whole "bad boy" thing down pat, but he clearly lacks any semblance of finesse to pull it off well.

idly, she imagines he'd be a fun project, but the likelihood of him letting it happen is just as high as her enjoyment would be in doing it anyway. ]

These pendants, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy, are our key to finding our partners. You know, the person we're supposed to spend the next four years working with—?

[ she had begun reaching into her shirt, finally drawing out the pendant she'd nabbed earlier. it wasn't much, and frankly clashed with the rest of her outfit, but as far as she knows, it had definitely not been glowing before.

her words cut off at the sight of it, gradually glowing brighter till it finally shown a light so brilliant that the entire forest area is illuminated for a few seconds, before dying out as if it hadn't been there at all.

she stands, stunned, her attention on the other, whose own pendant fades into darkness a few seconds after hers. ]

... Oh what the hell.

does the carlton dance count as prowess though

[scarfox]

[ Listening to her just makes him arch a brow - really, saucy? Tall, Dark, and Grumpy? He was no social butterfly, no conversational savant, but he had a feeling he was dealing with an odd one here. He was a moment from interrupting her to inform her that yes, he knew their purpose, he hadn't asked what they were for but rather how to use them, but... she goes abruptly silent, her last word seemingly cut off by something.

The problem is he can't hear anything unusual, and he has no idea how to react to... well, whatever's happening that caught her off-guard. So he doesn't react at all, playing the stone wall until she makes her last remark, trying to figure out what she'd seen. Something involving the pendants? Something about their environment he couldn't tell from sound alone? Had she simply stepped in something unpleasant? He couldn't ask, wouldn't ask for risk of exposing his handicap, but he needed to say something or risk even greater suspicion. ]

... What--

[ And that's when it's his turn to lift his head, turning it back and forth briefly as his ears strain to focus in on a sound perhaps too distant for her, but well within his range of hearing. Footsteps. Multiple. Heavy. Snarling. ]

Grimm. One dozen, at least. They'll be on us in thirty seconds, maybe less if they pick up the pace.

Cross Marian | D.Gray-man | OTA

[crucifixated]

((Cross isn't much for love at first sight, but it's not uncommon for others to feel that way about him. Hm!))

PETRE ( oc )

[broil]

[Pretty much incapable of love, but would be happy to play around with your emotions.]

Eleventh Doctor || OTA

[madman_in_abox]