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LOVE CONFESSIONS

You can't be around this person without your stomach tying up in knots or your heart skipping a beat. You know, all those cliches people use to describe that feeling of being in love with someone close to you.

You've finally decided it's time to share those feelings of yours and get them out in the open, even if it doesn't end well for you!

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1. extravagant confession. You've set up a wonderful night, planned everything down to the T to make sure it's perfect for your confession!
2. note/text. You couldn't do it face to face, so you send a note or a text instead.
3. doomed. You know the other person doesn't love you or just can't be with you, but you need them to know how you feel anyway.
4. childish. You're not actually in love. You just have a childish crush on someone's close to you.
5. bittersweet. Things have all gone to hell anyway, so you might as well let everything out in the open, right?
6. in the heat of the moment. You guys are having an argument and you didn't mean to blurt out how you feel about them, but... oops.
7. serious. You're dead serious about this person, no doubt in your mind, and it's time to tell them.
8. a lie. You don't really love this person, but you're forced to play along either for their sake or because someone is forcing you to.
9. drunk confession. You're not in your right mind, either from drugs or alcohol, and you just let it all hang out about how you feel about this person.
10. lust confession. You don't love them exactly, you just want their body.
11. still in love. You were together once before and broke up for some reason, but you still love this person and they have to know it.
12. other. miss something? Play it out anyway!

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[The Vulcan closed his eyes, forcing an inner stillness, a slow rebuilding of shields that had been torn down like paper with Rose's words. Left to his own devices and not confronted so abruptly, so without warning, he would have meditated on the confession. As it was he could sense her rising distress, though without physical contact it was little more than a flicker against his sensitive telepathy -- and he found he didn't particularly enjoy being the source of her distress.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was calm but curious.] I must inquire as to why you have chosen me.

[Rose tried desperately to reign in her overworking emotions. This had started without a waver, and now she was ready to break down and blubber. He didn't even need his telepathy to see that.

Hands squeezing, she kept her gaze trained on him despite herself, every line of her diminutive stature tight and tense.]

You're impossible, clinical, and I've never once seen you smile... but I've thought about this. I know what I feel isn't just some passing fancy, something different. [Her eyes rolled, a thick little laugh escaping her.] Something that will wane when I realize I can never change you.

[She took a breath, as if she'd forgotten to breathe at all.]

I can't tell you why, because I don't know myself. I just... love you. Everything about you.

Edited 2012-08-04 09:24 (UTC)

[Love. The most profound emotion. Tender and passionate and everything Vulcans strove to deny. Of course, he was only half Vulcan, a fact he'd been reminded of again and again throughout his life. Rose was entirely human, though. Human and illogical, prone to bouts of unpredictability he couldn't put a pattern to. She was emotional and capricious... and beautiful.

Spock allowed his expression to soften the slightest bit.] I am hardly impossible. [A pause. His fingers flexed at his sides and he moved them behind his back.] Do you desire to change me?

[Rose loved life, loved to see it bursting from others even more. Spock was hardly dead, but so guarded. He was precise and planned and always on the same channel. She knew he was capable, though, about what tarnished otherwise so-called perfection. But did she really want to change him?]

No. I fell in love with you, as you are. S'why I'm here. [Her weight shifted, but her stare didn't.] You're too stubborn to change, but I wouldn't mind it, if you ever decided to give in.

[He regarded her for a moment longer, clearly thinking. There was a small nod, more to himself than to her.] You understand, then, that I cannot make any promises. [Another of those uncertain pauses.] I am willing to give this -- us -- a chance, however.