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A passing glance

❥ Unlikely Love at First Sight Meme ♡

Fairy tales just don't exist in real life, do they?

You consider yourself a realist, or even if you don't consider much, you're not sentimental. Bonds between people are grown through years of mutual experience, if that. Love is...difficult to describe, but if you do believe it exist, you think it's something that's worked at every day. Love at first sight? Now that's just ridiculous. There may be a rush of hormones, but you can't actually feel that strongly and that intensely over a person you've just met, especially when it's you. Especially when that someone is someone you'd never expect to fall for.

Well, the concept of "falling" in love is silly, anyway. If anything, it's more like a slow, leisurely saunter downwards - if such affections are even on your radar at all. That's how it truly is; people who fall in love with first sight are setting themselves up for failure and a short-lived relationship once the infatuation fades. You would never...

...you just fell in love with someone at first sight, didn't you?

ღ This meme is for those players whose characters aren't exactly suited for a played-straight love at first sight meme. Here, it's all very odd and unexpected and there will probably be reluctance. Or really, it's just for anyone.
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[ a++ let's do this.

I love assumed CR, crossovers (♥ ♥ ♥), convoluted scenarios, combustive attraction, bickering, first time, culture differences, ingenue/gruff, worldly man, inhuman characters, Beauty and the Beast dynamics because duh, partners eager to please, arranged marriage AU, fairy tale/fantasy settings, magic, passionate reunions, redoing first times that didn't go so well, sneaky trysts, risk of discovery, emotions spilling out in private, and much, much more.

Ridiculously into Tolkienverse (dwarves yes pls), ASOIAF/GOT, HP (my kingdom for a Newt Scamander or Lupin), and MCU right now and equally into AUing Belle to fit in any of them, but check out my slightly embarrassing dream list of shit I'd like to play.

negl, I'm always on the lookout to play against Thorin (from The Hobbit), as it's my little crack crossover-OTP-that-could. I have some ideas if that piques your curiosity.

Obviously, everyone's welcome, however! ]

(ooc: Since I don't have any RWBY characters I really ship with Blake have Rue here. He's from a game called Threads of Fate, though I'd be AUing him into RWBY for the sake of this meme.

Rue here in his canon is an artificial human lacking any memories. Going along with the canon interpretation what could happen is during an extended stay in Menagerie, Blake finds him collapsed just on the outskirts of the city apparently from heat exhaustion as, like in canon, he woke in some unexplored ruins and just wandered out in a daze.

The other option if you'd prefer him to be human would be he washed up on shore. The planks of wood around suggesting he was on a ship that got destroyed by Grimm. When Blake finds him and manages to get him awake she finds out he doesn't remember a thing. His outlandish clothing suggests he's probably from Mistral.

I'm open to other ideas, but those are the two that jumped up at me.)

[ Ageing her up to 21+ for this - she would be the definition of reluctant, regardless of which role she's in. ]

Barry never put much stake in love at first sight...or love in general. He'd thought he'd known love with Iris but she never saw him the same way he saw her. This led him to be a little cynical about the whole thing. If he couldn't be with Iris, well, so long as she was happy he was happy or so he told himself. It's been years since he's even been on a date and now that he's the Flash, Barry just doesn't have time for love.

The speedster is out on patrol of Central City when Cisco comes over the comms to tell him the heat gun pinged on his satellite search. He rattles off the address and Barry turns around heading for the location. It's an abandoned structure near the city limits and it's currently engulfed in flames. Barry comes to a stop near where the Rogue is standing but doesn't attack him. "What are you doing Mick?"

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Love at first sight was a joke.

At least so Mick Rory thought until he ran across a mouthy, skinny little punk in juvie. Leonard Snart. His first love. Best love.

.. and the idiot was dead.

He shrugs as the crackle of lightning heralds the speedster. "Old safehouse of ours. Thought it'd be better gone now that he is."

Barry understood. Leonard Snart was a good man who deserved a better ending. Even if he never wanted to admit it. Barry should have done something...he told Cisco to tell the fire department they didn't need to respond. It wasn't a dangerous fire and he'd make sure it got put out. He stood there off to the side watching the structure burn for a long moment before turning his gaze back to Mick. Mick who was not exactly someone he would consider a friend but someone he considered an ally when the world was at stake....or when the man felt like helping. He worried for him now that Snart was gone...Snart was the one who usually kept him from burning too hot.

Barry was silent until the structure was reduced to cinders barely smoldering anymore, the heat dissipating quickly. He spoke on impulse but he meant it. "You wanna get a beer or something?"

Mick had lost everything the day that the Oculus blew. Lost his best friend, his partner, his touchstone. So when the Waverider stayed in Central for a few days, he just walked off the ship. He couldn't stay there, not with so many memories haunting him.

The fire doesn't help. He doesn't feel soothed or at peace watching it burn. He just feels.. empty. He glances sidelong at the kid, doing his damndest to ignore that weird crawling feeling along his spine that settles in his chest. He wants to say no. He should say no.

"Sure. Beer sounds good."

Barry leaves and comes back in less than two minutes, this time dressed in normal clothes. He smiles softly at Mick, friendly, accepting. He knows who this man is and he accepts him for who he is.

Barry suggests the bar on 15th, it's the only one he knows of that's close enough to Saints and Sinners without actually reminding one of Saints and Sinners which he knows is probably NOT the place to go. Too many memories of Snart in those walls.

"Or we could go back to my apartment. No people there..." It's not a pass, it's an offer of sanctuary in an unfamiliar place that hopefully would help the man relax for a little bit. Maybe even drink enough to sleep....he looks like he hasn't slept in days.

"You sure you want me at your place?"

Honestly, Mick isn't feeling all that social. He's.. exhausted. Right down to his bones. Tired of fighting, tired of missing his partner and tired of being by himself.

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want you there." Barry says kindly. He's not sure what's prompting him to behave like this, but seeing Mick so broken and just...not himself (or the self he knows anyway), makes him want to help. Also, Barry has a ~~bad~~ habit of taking in strays and trying to take care of them.

Barry nods his head towards the direction of town. "We can walk if you want. It's a nice night, and it's not too far. Maybe 7 blocks."

Seven blocks? Mick shrugs. It's not like he has anywhere to be, but he does glance at Barry. "Sure you're going to be able to walk? I ain't running that far."

Not that Mick is against a run.
But it's not exactly what he's in the mood for tonight.

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Barry chuckles and nods. "I can walk, I do that in public after all, but if you're okay with it, I can speed us there. It might make you a little nauseous though."

If Mick says okay, Barry supports his neck and runs them to his apartment. It takes less than two minutes and they are at his apartment with Barry making sure Mick was okay and steady before unlocking his door and letting the man in. His apartment is clean, sparsely decorated in that he didn't have a lot of junk or knick-knacks. But he did have a very comfortable and inviting couch.

"Come on in, have a seat." He gestures to the couch before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a six pack of beer out of the fridge. He puts it on the coffee table and opens one passing it to the older man. He then takes a seat.

He doesn't try to start a conversation, he doesn't try to do anything except sip his own drink and offer silent support and companionship.

[ ooc: cross-canon alright? I can easily place Tara in TWD verse. ]

((Always OK with cross canon!))

[ ooc: great! I’m fixing to get ready for work, but can set something up when I get home tonight. Though if you want to set us up feel free! :) ]

[ ooc: I can set up a starter this afternoon once I’m off work if you’re still up for this. If not, no worries. ]

((yeah, go for it!))

Love was a word that tended not to be thought of much these days, let alone mentioned unless you were one of those lucky enough to still have family. Maybe, even your significant other was still alive and kicking in this hellish world. For Tara, it was a lost cause and thought. After losing the three people who had meant the world to her early on in the outbreak, any real hope had been lost on her. That didn't stop her from trying to survive though and usually it was on her own, as trust was something she just couldn't seem to gain from others anymore.

Or so it had been.

That was until she met Rick. The two having met at a crossroads during a downpour and while they had been extremely weary of each other, they had decided it was best to stick together so he could find his group while she was just along for the ride. Once he found them, she'd bail it was better that way.

Least she thought so.

There had been that odd yet familiar tingle deep inside her gut when her eyes first landed on him. One she was quick to snuff out and yet as they found shelter for the night in an old abandoned cabin in the woods that had seen better days, it continued to linger - no matter how hard she tired to ignore it. That feeling was long dead and she was trying to keep it that way.

Wasn't proving to be an easy task though.

Rick had been out on a supply run, gathering goods while Daryl scouted ahead, searching for more survivors, people who might want the safety that the prison offered them. He can't blame Tara for being skittish - most survivors are when they run across the living. With the dead it's easier, kill them or run. With the living, you gotta wonder about intent, about what's going on in their heads.

So he keeps a respectful distance even as they walk in the rain, searching out shelter to wait out the storm. Tries not to think about the feeling crawling up the base of his spine telling him that she's special, that she means something more to him.
Could mean, anyway.

They don't build a fire, but Rick does hunt down blankets and towels for them to dry off in. "Kitchen's pretty picked over, nothing left but a couple of mystery cans."

Tara sees every single opportunity while they are walking to flee, to say thanks but, no thanks and take off in the opposite direction. However, one look toward Rick and all intentions of taking off were instantly put on hold as that odd and yet familiar feeling kept trying to ignite in the pit of her stomach.

It was something she'd force away each time though, feeling almost silly for even feeling anything for a man she had just met. The place they come across makes for a good distraction, for the time being thankfully.

"Not sure I'm up for a game of guess what's in the can." It was usually beans. Sometimes dog food, which after a while you got used to the taste. Using one of the towels Rick had brought in the room with him, Tara goes about taking care of her hair, trying to keep the dripping to a minimum.

Rick shrugged. "Suit yourself." They can dig into them later if hunger drives them. "We got better supplies where we're going. Water, food, walls."

He keeps his disance, no matter how much instinct is driving him to stay closer, to keep her safe and keep an eye on her. Feelings like that mattered long before the fall. Now? Feelings like that would only get you killed.

Tara turned her body while rolling her eyes slightly, the towel she’d been using to dry her hair getting tossed on the couch before she moved to rid herself of the drenched leather jacket. The garment getting draped on the back of the couch. “How far out are we anyways?”

Slowly, she drifted further away from him, though she could feel that old yet familiar pull to remain near. She hardly knew him and yet she felt safe. Wandering around the abandoned cabin a faint sigh passes through her lips, while she folded her arms along her chest shivering. Tara’s was trying like hell to ignore the feeling that kept welling up inside her anytime she was near or looked at Rick.

"No more than a few hours, all depends on how hard the rain is on the roads. Could be a washout ahead, could force us to double back. Might mire down some walkers, might wash a bunch free." One of a thousand things to think about and worry over tonight. Things that he could force his mind to rather than to her.

"You know you don't have to stay. Where we're going. But it's safe there, safer than staying out on the road."

Well, shit. If it hadn't been for the sudden downpour they likely would have been able to make it. As he offered a thousand and one different scenarios that could eventually happen thanks to the rain, she furrowed her brow a bit and peeled off one layer. Having a tank top on under the shirt she just removed.

Long as things could get somewhat dry before morning, she'd be happy. With her back to him, she let her hands mess with the dripping fabric while hanging her head for a moment. Lips parting to say something, and it takes her a moment to even ease out the question. Hell, she can't be the only one of them feeling that awkward tension in the air that had started when they ran across each other.

"Do you want me to stay, Rick?" She was still honestly torn about the whole thing, but some reason she needed to know what he thought.

Anyone who's spent time on the road is skittish - it's just what it takes these days to survive. You watch out for walkers, you watch out for the living who might want to either help or take everything that you have.

The question is honest, but it still hurts to hear. She has to be feeling the same thing he does. Rick stops gathering blankets and materials for a moment, watching her back, the way her head hangs.

"You know I do. You.. you feel it don't you? That draw? I haven't felt that in a long time but things, they're different now. Everything's changed."

The living these days were a greater threat than than the dead. So being skittish and weary was just a way of life anymore. Perhaps the only reason she’d been so willing to go with Rick was because of that draw they were both feeling.

She hadn’t wanted to ask, the muscles in her back tightening as she tended up unsure if his answer was one she wanted to hear. Lifting her head up as he spoke, Tara stole a glance toward him over her shoulder - that draw strong once again.

“I do,” she admitted softly before turning her attention back in front of her, eyes focusing on nothing as she sighed softly. “Things have changed, yes. But how many risks have we already taken?” Another honest question.

A weary sort of smile. "Too many." Daryl would have his hide knowing he was out on a run alone, never mind the others. "But we're building something there, something together and it might not ever be perfect but it's safe and it's good. It's a start of something and right now that's a hell of a lot more than most places can offer."

His answer causes a soft chuckle to ease up in her throat. Finally, pushing away that silent pull toward him, Tara turned around and wandered closer to him emptying his hands of two of the smaller blankets. “In need of a doctor?” She leans back a bit while unfolding both blankets to wrap around herself. “Used to be a pediatric surgeon before all this, had my far share of patching up bullet holes though.” A glance down, a former life she still has mixed feelings about.

[HA. Good luck with this grumpy cat]

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