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FLOATING LANTERN MEME

FLOATING LANTERN MEME

>WE'RE DOING THIS SHIT AGAIN CUZ IT'S BEEN A MONTH
>SO DON'T BITCH ABOUT MEMES BEING REPEATED
>LAST TIME on "I gave that bitch a lantern, bitches love lanterns"
>so yeah same rules as last time
>you're on a awesome gondola with one other person
>you can't escape
>basically this is the floating lantern scene from Tangled
>if you don't know what that's like here's the scene everyone creams their pants over
>SPOILERS IT'S CHEESY AS FUCK
>and it's really fucking romantic but hey it can be platonic too because why the fuck not
>I swear to God if you post kids fucking in a boat I am going to punch you in the gonads
>HAVE AT IT.

originally posted by misandrist

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[The boat's bottom is lined with several layers of steel and is also somehow capable of supporting all this MIGHTY MUSCLE.

Clearly.]

[ And wherever that giant is, this small girl is too, right? Either way, Ilya is on the boat as well, although - at the moment - she isn't paying particular attention to Berserker, instead staring at the floating lanterns all over. It's a sight like nothing she's ever seen before, so she can't quite tear away her eyes from it, instead just staring and gasping at them. ]

[He doesn't say anything, of course. Doesn't warn Ilya to not get too close to the sides, doesn't comment on the beauty of all those twinkling lights drifting across the sky, doesn't even voice any concerns that isolating themselves out on this dark lake might not be the wisest of moves. Any such worries are lost, obscured in the dim yet ever-present fog of insanity that clouds his mind.

There is a pause, a long yet calm silence. It's peaceful out here, even so, with no trace of hostile intent to be found. Berserker glances up as if to follow Ilya's gaze - the boat creaks. Maybe even a little ominously.]

[ At the creak her head quickly turns back to the giant, but when she sees nothing in particular is wrong, she calm down a little bit again. She knows it can be dangerous after all with how big Berserker is, but.. she just wanted to see the lights, not to mention she wanted to share this experience with him, even if he wouldn't even be able to tell her whether he liked it or not. ]

.. They're so pretty, Berserker. [ so instead she just talks to him, not even particularly expecting a response. ] I've never seen lights like this before..

[The hulking mountain that was once Greek's greatest hero blinks once, and there's another quiet creak as his weight shifts just the barest fraction. As Ilya had expected, he doesn't say anything. Speech, like much else, has been pulled out of his reach in exchange for heightened power.

He remains looking up at the sky, his stare intense and unwavering as though to crush the very stars with the sheer force of his gaze. Then, with a grace that jars heavily with his size, Berserker holds out one mighty hand like a man expecting a blessing from heaven. His palm is open, the skin chiseled as if from stone; a few moments later, a lantern lands squarely in the middle of it. Berserker moves his massive hand closer to Ilya - still without saying anything, without even the most minute change in expression, but a dim expectation threads into the atmosphere between them. The lantern continues to glow, the candle within for the moment unsnuffed.]

[ The look momentarily turns to surprise, or at least, she seems to be wondering what he's trying to do by holding up his hand like that - but once he moves it down and sees the lantern in it, she just quietly stares at that for a few moments, letting the expectation dangle in the air between them in these moments.

Somehow, instead of just taking it as she might have in some other situations, she slowly moves her own hands (so tiny when compared to his') towards the lantern before shooting him a look as if she's asking if it's okay for her to try and touch it. ]

[He meets her look with his usual unblinking stare. The massive head inclines forward perhaps a tenth of an inch. And indifferent to the both of them, the candle within the delicate paper vessel cast flickering shadows against Berserker's hand and Ilya's face.

At the core, in a place unreachable even by the chains of madness which hold him, Berserker knows that Ilya's life has lacked warmth. And it might be a trifling thing, to try and return just a little bit of that in ways so small as this.....but surely, it isn't meaningless.]

[ The fact that he isn't doing anything makes her reach forward a little more - or perhaps it's some sort of quiet understanding between the two of them. After all, despite the fact that he doesn't really speak or do much in general due to the madness, she does understand him after spending so long with just him to rely on. He's her Servant, after all, and even more than that - someone who's there for her no matter what.

The warmth of the candle tickles her hand now she's this close, and she can't help but smile a little. For the girl of winter, this is such a strange feeling that it's.. well, nice. ]

It almost feels as if I might melt like this. [ But not in a bad way, judging from her tiny giggle. ]

[He looks at her for awhile longer, still as the surface of calm water, once more a mountain of muscle and mana that seems so very out of place on this little boat. In his own way, Berserker still knows caution and restraint - when he fights, his rage is boundless, and he seems little more than a dangerous beast. But here, set afloat, his movements are purposefully minimal and limited. For deep down, he always retained a sense of himself; this Berserker knew madness like an old friend, and had since very early on in his mortal life. It was nothing new, to be caught in its vise once again.

The massive hand, more like rock than flesh, moves toward her again just slightly. He wants her to take the lantern, to hold it in her small hands and have it all to herself. For such bright, fleeting moments are what precious memories are made of.]

[ The gesture is more than enough to hint at what he wants her to do, and since she was already getting closer to the lantern to begin with it's not too difficult to pick it up. She's being oddly careful with it though, as if she knows the light is fragile - not wanting it to end already.

At least when she's holding it in her arms she can stare down at it, gasping at the light inside as if it's a tiny wonder of its own. ]

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FLOATING LANTERN MEME

berserker | fsn | errybody

d-don't think i tagged you because i wanted to or anything

your tsun is ex rank

your face is ex rank!!! okay no

no I don't wanna be diarmuid!!

be my loyal knight..

okay i guess

wow what is that 'i guess' for young man!!

you don't own me [tsuncat] wait i mean [jelle]

yes i do you're my servant remember