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[optipesimism]

the broken meme.

You may once have been a great hero, or a modest regular person. But something has pushed you past the limit. There's simply no going back to who you used to be. To be seen now, your friends, your family, would they even recognize you? Your savior was too late. The pain was too much. The pleasure was too intense. You've been short-circuited.


You're broken.

A. Post with the usual stuff! Note somewhere if there are any options you aren't okay with.
B. People can reply, with a roll for their characters or ask if you want to roll for yours in that thread.
C. Probably some triggers involved here. Read at your own discretion, etc.


1. Pain.
You've been pushed beyond your limits and become light-headed, 'floaty'. The sight of your own blood doesn't provoke a reaction anymore, and seeing a friend might cause you to smile, or talk strangely. You might not even recognize them. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's alright now.

2. Lust.
No, no, no became yes, yes, yes. Dignity and self-respect have faded, replaced by an insatiable and alien feeling of want. You've reached a point where shame doesn't even occur to you anymore. Your eyes seem out of focus and your smile doesn't look right. Look, I've made so many friends who like me...! Do anything to me if it feels good.

3. Shock.
What has been seen cannot be unseen. A revelation about a friend, a loved one, an enemy- something has shocked you in a way you can never reverse. It may change not only the way you look at someone or something, but also the way you see the rest of your life. I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I saw...

4. Oppressed.
What's it like outside my cage? Your spirit of rebellion or confidence has been cracked, and your rescuers might not be there in time to salvage what's left of your spirits. You've long since accepted that getting away from this oppression is impossible- Perhaps you've even become attached to it as the only way to live life. Yes, sir. No, sir. Sorry, sir.

5. Corruption.
Something has eroded you. You're not like you used to be. You're obsessive, your face is darker. You may even see who you were before as weak or useless. Whether it's a magic ring or Phazon infecting your body, you're going grimdark and it's looking a little too late to pull you out of it. This power is far greater than what I had before! To think I used to believe in justice!

6. Hysteria.
When you talk, you don't make any sense. Pure Charisma Break. Maybe you were a god stripped of your might, or you've suffered a terrible defeat. Either way your ego has snapped, leaving you a total mess and unable to function. But how could this be? How could I lose?!

7. Desperation.
Where before you were airy, confident, in control of yourself, you're now a ragged and fuming pile of hopeless anger. As a fighter you may have been careful or even graceful; now you swing wildly, strike without precision. You simply cannot accept the situation, cannot accept your own fall. It's not over! I'm still in control! I can still fix everything!


you can mix/change/double-up/whatever on these. enjoy. reposted since it was really popular and hasn't been posted since!

Comments

[armed_dropout]

Dean cried out in pain when his stitches were ripped but quickly muffled himself. When Lindsey moved he sank to the floor, curling up in pain. He wanted to just make a run for it but he was afraid it would agitate the vamp and make him get tackled again.

[hartandsouled]

Dean's blood smeared his mouth and face, and when he looked to Dean, his eyes were still yellow and narrowed.

"Get out," he growled to the curled human. "Get out of my office. Get out of the building and don't come back until tomorrow."

[armed_dropout]

Dean scrambled to his feet as quick as he could, not giving into how much pain he was in until he was out the door, in the garage, and safe in his baby...where he felt like things could almost be normal. He went out but was too afraid to go to his apartment that night, he slept in his car back in the garage.

[hartandsouled]

After Dean left, Lindsey dropped his head into his hands, not caring that he ended up smearing more of Dean's blood over his face. What was he doing? All Dean did was cry and he relented.

It was nearly an hour later before he dropped out of his game face, and not wishing to stick around, he returned to his empty apartment and slept the rest of the day like a vampire should.

[armed_dropout]

((you want to have Lindsey finding dean in his car or skip time?))

[hartandsouled]

(( Time skip forward... Lindsey won't touch Dean again, won't even visit his apartment. Do you think Dean will look for him, or will Dean be too afraid? ))

[armed_dropout]

((oh dean will be waaaay too afraid))

[hartandsouled]

(( How long will it be before he comes down to look for Lindsey because Lindsey's not showing up in his place? ))

[armed_dropout]

((he'd stay hidden, probably would manage at the most two weeks without being bitten but he'd be a wreck at Lindsey's door))

[hartandsouled]

(( 2 weeks then? I think Lindsey would actually apologize... after biting him and helping Dean. Lindsey really messed up. ))

[armed_dropout]

((so show up at his office? Or Lindsey's apartment? If somebody told him where it was))

[hartandsouled]

(( Lindsey's apartment will be great. I'm sure he can find his way, Dean's still resourceful even if half dead. Lindsey will take care of the rest. ))

[armed_dropout]

((k no prob))

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey didn't go up to see Dean, didn't contact him, didn't even drop things by him for as long as he could. He simply couldn't, he needed his distance.

So for two weeks, he did only what his job required, his office, home, and meetings.

[armed_dropout]

It hadn't been that hard to find Lindsey's apartment, even in his current state, which was not good. He very slowly dragged himself downstairs, weakly knocking at his door. Dean couldn't barely stand, shaking and sweaty and pale. His skin was raw from scratching and he felt like any minute he might get sick again. He had scratches on him from now chewed down nails as blood shot eyes stared at the door, desperately waiting for it to open.

[hartandsouled]

Even the slightest scratch would have alerted Lindsey with his vamipiric hearing. He was confused though, having had no visitors in his apartment... ever, and suddenly getting one in the middle of the night?

He took his time going to the door, but upon opening it, he regretted it instantly.

"Dean?" He called, dropping down to his knees beside the broken looking human. "Dean...??"

[armed_dropout]

He blinked rapidly, trying to get his eyes to focus. Someone was next to him, Lindsey. He'd been so bad last time, hed do whatever Lindsey wanted. He reached out with shaking hands to try and undo Lindsey's belt. "I'll do it...whatever you want just make it stop.". He sounded broken, more broken than he ever thought he'd get.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey gathered Dean into his arms and placed a light kiss down by his shoulder. "Dean... Damnit." He picked him up, carrying him easily into his apartment. The door closed behind him with a kick.

He moved towards the couch but at the last moment, veered right and took the human right into his bedroom. "Dean, stay with me."

[armed_dropout]

Dean withered in pain, skin do sensitive that any touch hurt. All the movement made him feel like he was going to be sick again, but there was nothing left in his stomach. He curled against Lindsey though, he was cold and it felt good on his feverish skin. "Please, im sorry...ok? I'm sorry."

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey didn't wait anymore. Once Dean was laid out gently on his bed, he bent over and bit Dean as carefully as he could in the neck. He didn't dare to take too much, not with Dean in this condition, so he drank the slowest he ever did in history and took the blood one small sip at a time.

He shouldn't have left the human for so long, not after having gotten him addicted like that. It was stupid, and he was a messed up bastard for causing Dean to be like this. Lindsey hadn't even thought about what the senior partners would do to him if he killed Dean, but merely the suffering that he put Dean through because he was afraid.

[armed_dropout]

Dean moaned in relief as his entire body went limp, finally getting what he needed. Relaxation slowly turned to pleasure and he pressed closer to Lindsey, any dignity long gone in favor of enjoying the bite as much as possible, he never wanted it to stop.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey tried to make it last as long as he could, but there was only so much blood he dared to take. Eventually he released Dean and licked his wound close. Holding Dean still, Lindsey nuzzled against the fevered human. "I'm sorry... I was wrong. I'm sorry I didn't come see you sooner."

[armed_dropout]

Dean stayed pressed against Lindsey, mumbling incoherently. Somewhere in there was a muffled thank you before he shut his eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling rushing through his body.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey held Dean like that for a long time, until after he was sure the human was asleep, and even then, for some time more. He did eventually let go to help Dean get comfortable, remove the shoes and all that. He also went to load his fridge up with something more than blood, knowing that Dean wouldn't be able to survive on the same things he could. When he was done, he went back to Dean's side to watch him for a while longer.

[armed_dropout]

Dean tossed back and forth in his sleep, sweating when his fever finally broke. He reached out blindly, trying to escape his nightmare and when his hand ran into Lindsey and tried to curl against him, grumbling in his sleep.