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bakerstreet2016-09-10 11:22 am
morphs) wrote in bakerstreet2016-09-10 11:22 am
Even the darkest cloud has a silver lining
Through Hell I Met You
a grimdark shipping meme
The fact settles in your stomach like an ice cold rock. There's a good chance you're going to die here.
It's not surprising, really; you're either a prisoner in a most dangerous place possible or stuck in a cataclysmic event, both choices equally terrifying. You are surrounded on all sides by death, torture, despair, and hopelessness...all this, but you are not alone. Through this experience, you have come to meet someone else, someone in the same situation as you, a prisoner or a survivor. Perhaps you are both ruthless fighters, or total pacifists, or some combination of power and a calming influence - an important mix, given than you can't lose your heads.
This complete degradation and mutual understanding has brought you together in in a way no one else can understand. This bond is not platonic; romantic may not be the right word, not exactly, but you are closer to them than you've ever been with anyone else. It's a fire-forged relationship, made in the most dire of times. To you, they are your world. And you've made a promise, to them and to yourself. You'll get them out of this alive.
...even if you can't say the same about yourself.
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- Angst
- A rare moment of fluff
- Action!
- Kill or be killed - the first blood on your hands
- Separation
- Calm down, the bad guys are gone.
- Cheer up
- Regrouping, refueling, and tending to wounds
- "You'll never take them away from me!"
- Smut (aka "this may be our last time alive")
- Inopportune timed confession
- Sacrifice of yourself to save them
- Failure. Both of you die in front of each other.
- Success! You escape to a new life.
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Her lips ghosted over his for a moment, and then she kissed him. As she did, she opened her mind to his, passing the knowledge of how to slow his energy down so that he could interact with the physical world, and vice versa--like visualizing a punch striking beyond a solid target in order to pass through. It was all about focus, and intention, and applying familiar principles in new ways...
And when she broke the kiss, she did so slowly, with a sense of breathless anticipation. "You still want that coffee, or...?"
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That was the best show and tell method, and while Eliot absorbed the knowledge, he was chasing after Tessa's lips, going after the hint of the kiss until their lips sealed together. It was a sweet kiss, almost chaste, with a lingering tenderness that invited so much more.
When they broke apart, Eliot had stepped forward and circled one arm around Tessa's slim hips. His other still remained over hers too keep it pressed to his chest, left side, over his heart.
"Coffee can wait," he murmured, "Why don't you show me more tricks to bein' physical?"
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"...something tells me you'll catch on just fine."
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Eliot barely even cared about the disorienting shift this time, reacting to their new surroundings with only a briefly raised eyebrow. His attention was on the lovely reaper in his grasp and as long as the place looked safe, private, and comfortable, it suited his purpose well enough.
There was one bed in the furnished room, one large, clean, very comfortable looking king sized bed that was set behind him, and he walked backwards taking Tessa along with him. "Yeah? Let's put it to the test..."
((OOC: Fade to black? ))
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