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bakerstreet2012-02-01 09:22 pm
earthking) wrote in bakerstreet2012-02-01 09:22 pm
the betrayal/redemption meme
BETRAYAL MEME
You have done something unspeakable to the people closest to you. How did this come to be, and how will you make amends?
Instructions
Post with your character with their name, series, and whether you're the betrayer, the betrayed, or simply leave it blank! Then, either make up your own scenario to your liking, or use our prompts (RNG totally optional) and go wild!
(Example: for organization's sake, denote b3+2 where you killed someone and are trying to hide it or r5+3 for a situation where you side-hopped and now want nothing more than to make things right, so that people know at a glance whether you're betraying or being redeemed and what you did.)
betrayal; you've turned your back on everything you once stood for
1) you're innocent. it's not your fault, but they can never know. maybe you're protecting someone. maybe you're being blackmailed. whatever the case, it's your dark secret.
2) you're hiding. you've done something terrible, but no one knows it yet. how far will you go to bury what you've done for good?
3) you're uncertain. everything is in place now, but nothing's been set into motion yet. maybe it's not too late to turn back. or is it?
4) you're slipping. you thought you could change. maybe for a while you even managed to. but now you find yourself falling back to your old ways, and everyone around you is at risk.
5) you're reacting. they betrayed you first. you're not in the wrong. they deserve this. they brought this upon themselves. you're not really betraying anyone if they pushed first.
redemption; you've done something that can never be forgiven
1) you're trapped. they caught you red-handed, or maybe you turned yourself in. now those you betrayed are free to face you one by one and have their revenge.
2) you're false. this whole betrayal thing isn't working out quite the way you'd hoped. maybe if you play your cards just right, you'll be able to get your old life back.
3) you're selfless. whatever forced your hand to begin with doesn't matter anymore. you'll destroy yourself and play the role of a villain to the very end if that is what it takes to make things right.
4) you're lost. what you did was wrong, and you know that now. you can never be sorry enough, and you've lost your way. all you want to do is find home. won't anyone out there show you the way?
5) you're tortured. you have to make amends for what you've done. you have to. the thought consumes you, possesses you. you have to find them, help them. but after what you've done, will they even want to see you again?
what you've done;
1) you sold them out
2) you killed
3) you joined the other side
4) you stole
5) you lied
6) you simply are. you were never 'good' to begin with.
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...Then what?
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If he's not for your wall murals, then he can only guess it'll be something worse.]
All right. So I'm not one of your wallpaints or whatever the fuck. Might as well tell me what I'm here for, Tavros.
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[ It's in that same dead, flat tone. ]
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He hates it. He hates hearing it now of all times and he hates the fact despite everything the feelings are still so red.
In the end, he just keeps his eyes on the ground, hands behind him so Tavros can't see how tightly they were clenched.]
That don't tell me anything. You were all up and ready to make me a decoration before.
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[ Tavros steps closer, forgetting personal space. He gently presses the heavy ice pack gently against the back of his head. ]
You made me angry.
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What's to say I won't piss you off again?
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They're not in a quadrant anymore, but Tavros missed him and pitied him and when he sounds like this, it's almost like having his best friend back.
But there are scars on his face. His mohawk is long and unkempt and Gamzee can't remember him ever letting it look that bad before. And Tavros is so big that he could probably knock Gamzee's head off of his shoulders with a stray sweep of his hand.
But Tavros said he missed him. That he pitied him. And then all those stupid paleflush feelings course straight through him at the worst possible time and he wonders again if he made the wrong choice (no no no that's not fair). That maybe he just needed to try a little harder.
Maybe if he still tried, he could get his friend back. Tear Rufio out of him, if there's anything left to tear him away from.]
...So. Just brought me over to get my hang on at your hive, then?
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[ He stresses the word. Home, like this is where Gamzee belongs, like he'd just wandered out for a walk and never come back. Like he'd brought him back to a warm hive with a barkbeast curled up by the fire, rather than this squalid, dirty wreck of a home. ]
You can stay here with me. We'll clean your block up, and, you don't have to worry about anything. I won't let anyone touch you, or cull you, they can't say anything to me.
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If he can just focus on the hesitant, pausing way of Tavros's words, maybe he can believe it long enough to set things right, or at least a little straighter than they used to be. Gamzee was nothing if not optimistic.
Gamzee raises his eyes, looks at his face.
He remembered when he was young, throwing himself into the religion
the way his indigo companion never did. The whispers of miracles and mirthful messiahs who will show them the way to the dark carnival appealed to the childlike wish that everything in the world would turn out okay. In all honesty, it's a wish he never really let go of.
Eridan made him give it up. Said it hurt the revolution.
It had been hard. It had been like losing a part of himself. It did, however, become easier once he learned of the more sinister methods of worship from the subjugglator faith. Eridan nodded vigorously at the ancient texts they had uncovered showing the secrets of the indigo caste, but the "I told you so" died on his lips once he noticed how distressed Gamzee was at finding out the truth.
He never touched the facepaint after that, never so much as picked up a horn, the casual cursing in his language slowly subsiding. Even now his face is bare, his clothing plain and subdued, and he studies the scars on Tavros's face with a cynical frown he never quite had before.
This isn't home anymore. Gamzee is a different troll, and the hive where he spent his youth is nigh-unrecognizable.
But he doesn't have a choice. If Tavros is offering a haven, then he has to take it. He'll have to figure out the details later.]
...Okay.
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He looks at the scars on Tavros's face, the look in his eye that seemed to flicker madness on and off.
He thinks back to himself, his clean face and the more cynical set in his jaw.
Things would never be the same. Even if he was fully on board with this plan, thing would never be how they were. That ship sailed long ago.]
Exactly, huh?
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With that, he gently takes Gamzee's hand and lifts it up to the back of his head and the icepack. A clear instruction to take over holding it, because shortly after the highblood turns away to answer the ping of trollian. ]
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In the end, he does as he's told, holding the ice pack in place while Tavros answers his husktop because if nothing else, the ice was soothing on his pounding head.]
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