Friends - or more?

[sarafina]

BLURRED For most people, the lines between platonic and romantic are very clearly drawn. Not true for you two; friendship and romance intermingle in your relationship, and to be honest, it's hard to discern where one ends and the other begins. You're bosom buddies. There's a spark between you. You're lovers, too, maybe, or it could be completely innocent. You're love interests. You're intimate, you're close, you're ride or die. You don't understand why romantic and platonic can't coexist. You don't need labels. HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character and preferences, i.e. no smut, etc. Feel free to include as much or as little information as you'd like. Reply to others. RNG for a prompt or choose your own. PROMPTS Since Forever: You've always been friends, ever since you were young, so this closeness is an outgrowth of that. Natural Connection: Some people just click. You guys go together like peanut butter and jelly. Love Everyone: At least one of you is the type to shower love and affection on everyone you meet. No More Darkness: They drug you out of your not-so-pleasant path, so you cling to them. Owe Them Everything: You owe them a solid. You're now more than simple friends. No Big Deal: You don't understand romance as separated from friendship. Cultural: Your culture doesn't discern so heavily between "lover" and "friend," a la troll society in Homestuck. Closeness: Hugs, cuddles, and kisses, oh my! All My Secrets Away: They know everything about you and can be there if you need help. The Most Important Person: They're not merely a special person to you, they're The Person. UST: Just because your relationship is unconventional doesn't mean there can't be a few unresolved issues, can it? Intimacy: More like Friends with Benefits. Feel More Comfortable with You: So, you kinda want to try this whole sex thing. May as well do it with the one you trust implicitly. No One Understands Me Like You Do: In general, not many get you. But this person does and it's such a relief. Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood: Why do people keep thinking you're a couple? Okay, by some definitions, you are, but these guys are trying to limit you! Assisted Romance: One of you has a crush on someone outside the duo. The other is supportive...and wants to give some tips. Want to Be More: You want to actually be official and exclusive. Jealousy: All the attention your - well, not partner - sort-of-significant-bff has been giving other people really raises your hackles. Unspoken: You two don't have to speak or say anything about your status; you know what you are. Say You Love Me: ...still, you wouldn't mind hearing the l-o-v-e word. Realization: The person you want to be with forever, maybe even in a completely romantic context, is right in front of you. Bros Before Hos: You won't pursue or engage with someone outside the twosome because it bothers your special someone. Upgrade: You've decided to renegotiate the terms of your relationship. Romantic/Platonic Life Partners: No matter what happens, you guys are content to continue on as you are, even to life partner levels.

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april o'neil ; tmnt 2k14!high school au ; ota

[schoolnews]

[ Friends to lovers is my favorite trope of all time. ]

James Buchanan Barnes | MCU | m/m

[not_without_you]

Jacen Solo | Star Wars Legends | M/F, crosscanon welcome!

[soloflight]

Cassandra | X-Men OC | f/m

[cassandra_firebreath]

Det. Inspector Jack Robinson | Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries | ota m/f

[jrobinson]

Athelstan ( Vikings ) OTA

[pietistic]

[prefers_magneto]

>.>

11 / 2 / a little bit of something else?

[shehasdreams]

Hope. Charles had hope for them. She wished she could have it for herself. She'd never meant to kill him when she shot him in the neck. She had only wanted to slow him down. When he had flown away without her, again, she thought that would be the last she would see of him. She didn't go back to the mansion, as much as Charles and Hank wanted her to. That place was not her home. As much as Charles protested, she felt like a visitor there, someone who'd just taken up residence but never truly lived there.

She became transient, never truly staying in one place too long. While she was on the move, she didn't do too well at hiding her tracks. In part, because a small part of her hoped that he would find her again. Their time had past, she kept telling herself. He'd never come for her. It wasn't like he actually cared. She told herself these things to cover the hurt. Before Dallas, they had been happy. It had been good. Before Dallas, she almost thought she had a bit of a normal life. Well, as much of a normal life as a mutant could have. Dallas and D.C. had changed that.

Poland. East Berlin. She stayed in places that she could easily slide in and out of, stealth being one of her true gifts. He'd taught her well. It was rather dumb, but she almost felt like if she stayed in Europe, she might have a better chance of seeing him. She's not there for him. She has a mission, a task she needs to do. There are methods behind her madness.

Still, she hopes. She wonders. Maybe today will be the day she'll run into him. Maybe tomorrow she'll see him walking down the street and not run the other way. Maybe she'll find him in a cafe or a museum. Maybe she'll just pass him on a street corner.

Life is full of maybe's and she tries not to dwell on them anymore. Her heart had hardened over the years. In truth, she's not even sure he could melt it anymore. But, she still wonders. She wonders where he is. She wonders what life he has made for himself now that she hasn't been able to find him.

She wonders if he ever cared about her at all.

[prefers_magneto]

Her trail was erratic. She was sloppy. When did she get sloppy?

At first he kept his distance, unsure whether she'd even talk to him if he did approach her. He did try to kill her. To save their entire race, he'd give up anything, but that one had been a mistake on his part. He was the one who went too far; she was the one that dialed it back just enough to make it work. He should have told her what was going to happen. Brought her into the plan.

Ten years in solitary confinement does things to your head.

Part of him reminded himself that she'd never come for him when he was stuck in there.

But she was looking for something. He couldn't tell what. Maybe this time he should talk to her. He could help. He could let her decide this time.

When she returned to her cheap motel room - cash, no names - he was sitting in the corner, in the nearly threadbare armchair near the window.

It was a way out if she decided he looked better as the corpse he tried to make her.

When the door opened he watched her walk in. Blonde form.

"Mystique."

[shehasdreams]

What one might see as sloppy, another may view as intentional.

She had tried to look into his confinement. Part of it had been necessity. What she needed to break him out would be tantamount to it not being a suicide mission. She didn't have the resources Charles and Logan had to get him. She didn't know Peter. And, part of him was wounded over it. Wounded pride. Wounded heart. She hated leaving him to rot, but she had her heart broken once and didn't want to break ti again.

She couldn't take it if she helped him out and he left her twice.

Her shoulders were slumped as she made her way inside. Maybe she was sloppy in the way she didn't check the room or the exits before she came in. She didn't take in her surroundings, blinded by her false assumption of security.

The door locked with a click and she turned around, jumping like a cat when she heard her name. "Erik!" Her eyes widened and one hand moved up to her chest, panting slightly. She stared at him, letting her blonde visage fade away to reveal her blue nature beneath.

Her head tilted to the side as she regarded him. "I didn't think you'd come."

[prefers_magneto]

"I didn't know if I should," he conceded. A beat and then "You look well."

[shehasdreams]

She rolled her eyes. "Looks can be deceiving." She turned and threw her keys on the small table by the door, before kicking off her boots and moving to sit on the bed. "Took you long enough to find me."

[prefers_magneto]

"I found you a while ago," he admitted. "But you seemed like you were on a mission. And I made a mistake in Paris. I'm still not certain you won't kill me for it. You probably should."

[shehasdreams]

She blinked. "I could have killed you in D.C., but I didn't. I still claim I am a better shot than you think I am." She would shake her head at him if she thought it would do any good. Shrugging her shoulders, she scooted back on the bed to rest against the headboard. She's tempted to turn the television on, but that would be rude. "Should and would are two different courses of action. I won't."

[prefers_magneto]

"Oh, I understand exactly how good of a shot you are." His eyes lingered on her face, studying her, maybe. Or watching her expression as he spoke. "Why did you spare me?"

[shehasdreams]

She gazed over at him, her legs crossed on the bed, her fingers idly twiddling with each other. She's quiet, her thoughts wandering to different points in their timeline. She knew why she spared his life, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to tell him that. She had worn her heart on her sleeve around him before and it didn't get her very far. "I don't want you to die," she said softly. "If I kill you, I am no better than Trask. The last thing I want to do is take out one of our own." She wasn't lying, but she didn't share her heart with him. Not yet.

[prefers_magneto]

A small smile and a breath of a laugh. He looks down for a moment and then back at her. "Then why did you spare them? Why not let me work?"

[shehasdreams]

"I let Charles sway me. He's good at that." She looked up at him, giving him a wry smile. "He has hope for the future. For the world. For us. And maybe I hope he's right." She shrugged her shoulders at him. "He wanted us to be the better people."

[prefers_magneto]

Erik stood, facing her fully.

"I don't believe that," he told her bluntly. "I don't believe his... thrall works on you."

[shehasdreams]

Any trace of a smile she might have had on her face disappeared when he rose to his feet. One eyebrow raised and she watched him warily. "Oh, is that so," she said softly. Her arms crossed over her chest and she gave him a look.

"Fine," she spat out at him. "You tell me? You tell me what the truth than is? Sure, I'm lying. Why did I do it?"

[prefers_magneto]

"I don't know," he admitted. "But it wasn't that. Tell me. Do you want to belong with them now? Like him? Hide your gifts and be part of their world?"

[shehasdreams]

Her head tilted as she gazed up at him. Her face was a mixture of confusion and anger. "No, not at all. I don't hide because I want to or because it's easier." A small sigh slipped out and she watched him. "When it comes to his students, Charles needs to teach them to fight!"

[prefers_magneto]

"But he never will," Erik pointed out. "Because that's not what he is. We need to gather those with the will and teach them. We do."

[shehasdreams]

"You're right. We need to teach them. He might let us teach them at his school." Raven jumped to her feet and got right in his face. "If we try to teach them, will you stay? Or will you leave again?"

[prefers_magneto]

"We can't teach them at the school, Mystique. It has to be the safe haven he wants it to be. We have to do it out here. With volunteers for the cause." He studied her face for a moment. "If you're still interested in pursuing the cause."

[shehasdreams]

She was quiet a moment, staring at him. Against her better judgment, she raised one hand and cupped his cheek. "They need to learn to fight," she murmured. "I... I am interested." A sad smile graced her face as she pulled away from him and went into the bathroom to get herself a glass of water. He had startled her and she needed that break, needed to step away from him. She didn't trust herself with him. "Where would we go," she called out.

[prefers_magneto]

He strolled towards the bathroom, leaning casually on the doorframe.

"We'll find somewhere." He considered her for a moment. She was still clearly driven by the cause of protecting mutants. That was good. "We'll build something."

[shehasdreams]

Her eyes close and she leans on the bathroom sink, slowly sipping her water. Of course, he would follow her to the door. Oh, she understood where he was coming from. It's easier to have a conversation this way instead of yelling through a door or a wall. He was just trying to be kind. He didn't know what he did to her.

Her head nodded and she looked back up at her reflection in the mirror. The bathroom was standard for a small, cheap room. It had the basic shower necessities. No room for a huge tub. She swallowed, still not looking at him. "Maybe something abandoned we can convert. Building takes too much time, even with your powers. Something we could start in, right away," she murmured.

[prefers_magneto]

"No. Something we can defend. Something they can't find. We don't rush; that's how we make mistakes. We do it right this time. We protect ourselves and our people. That will do them more good than starting tomorrow," Erik said in an even tone.

[shehasdreams]

She turned, staring at him lingering in her doorway. Now that he was there, she was a bit trapped in the bathroom. She would have to push past him to get out. She frowned, leaning against the counter. "Fine. So we find something abandoned and then you work to enforce it. Make it defensible." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Doing it right this time means sticking around."

[prefers_magneto]

"I was only supposed to be gone a day and a half when I went to Dallas," he pointed out in his own defence.

[shehasdreams]

She smiled a tight smile at him. "That is a good point. Caveat? Doing it right means you don't get to try to kill me again?" One eyebrow raised at him as she stepped closer to him.

[prefers_magneto]

He shrugged and crossed his arms.

"Why would I do that?"

[shehasdreams]

"I don't know, you tell me." She sighed and gently pushed past him, her body brushing against his as she tried to move out of the bathroom. She wondered why he had come searching for her. Was it just for mutants or was he looking for her? Her hips swayed as she moved back over to the bed. "Why are you here, Erik? Really..."

[prefers_magneto]

He caught her arm as she brushed past him, turning her to face him again. He was well aware she could twist out of his grasp and lay him flat on her way out the door if she wanted. These were the chances he took.

"I told you in Paris."

[shehasdreams]

A shiver ran through her at his touch and she froze. She could move, but she didn't, staring up at him as if wishing she could read his mind. It would make things a lot easier if she could. "Paris..." She sighed. "That you missed me? That I lost my way?" Was she Charles' Raven, he had asked. What had happened to her while he was gone? "Why should I believe you?" She really wanted to, but she also didn't want her heart broken again.

[prefers_magneto]

"When have I ever lied to you?" he pointed out.

[shehasdreams]

She blinked. "You said you had never lied to me and you never would." She stared at him. "What do you see when you look at me? Why did you come for me?"

[prefers_magneto]

"I see the only other person I've ever met who really understands why we have to do this," he said firmly.

[shehasdreams]

She sighed, nodding her head. The upcoming war. The fight. That was what mattered to him. It always would. She nodded her head and looked at him, not even bothering to try to pull away. "I will fight beside you. I've lost my way... Thank you," she murmured.

[prefers_magneto]

He shook his head. "I don't want to defeat you," he told her. "I want you full of fire. Like you were. Like you always were."

[shehasdreams]

She smirked at him. "So, fire me up?"

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[wherehopegoes]

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[likethelight]