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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.

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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!


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[hartandsouled]

"It'd be better than being stuck in the middle like this," he admitted. "None of the other vampires have a problem with being a monster. Look at them, they have fun. Me, I have a demon that's urging me to do something, and a damned soul stopping me from doing anything." But he didn't, his was too human for that.

His gaze narrowed at Dean. "So you ask me what I want? I wish I lost that damn soul so I can actually tell you."

[armed_dropout]

Dean moved a few inches further from Lindsey on the couch, because souled or not an angry Lindsey was still something to be a little nervous about. "But you can't, right? There's no way to lose it ?"

[hartandsouled]

"Not for as long as I'm working for Wolfram and Hart," Lindsey confirmed. He glowered at how Dean was moving away, but then dropped his gaze completely. "So if you're going to take advantage of this soul, you'll be glad to know I grabbed some instant dinners for you that's in the fridge. Didn't know if you were going to stay or not."

[armed_dropout]

"Maybe I should go...don't wanna bother you anymore than I already do. Just...maybe we should make appointments? And start looking for a way to get rid of this addiction thing.". He got to his feet but was still a little wobbly.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey didn't want Dean to go but he couldn't blame the human for wanting to get away now. He wouldn't want to be around himself either. "Do you think you're strong enough to?"

[armed_dropout]

"To leave?". Dean looked around, frowning slightly. "I honestly don't remember how I got here or how to get back to my apartment...but I'll figure it out."

[hartandsouled]

"You're in my apartment. I found you sprawled outside after you knocked." Lindsey looked up at where Dean wavered next to the couch. "Sit back down before you fall on your face."

[armed_dropout]

Dean didn't sit down, but he didn't head for the door either. He just stood there swaying slightly. "I'm sorry if I did anything messed up last night. I was really out of it."

[hartandsouled]

Since Dean wasn't sitting and Lindsey didn't feel like being towered over anymore, he stood to meet Dean at eye level, or almost. Dean was still several inches taller.

Letting the human leave was a good idea, so was seeing him out the door, getting guards to escort him back, anything but reaching out for Dean's wrist.

"You didn't. It was my fault for staying away like that. I had thought..." He shook his head. "We now know staying away wouldn't break the addiction."

[armed_dropout]

Dean shook his head, finally giving in and resting one hand on the arm of the couch to keep himself upright. "I seriously thought I was gonna die dude. I think I was hallucinating towards the end."

[hartandsouled]

"I won't let it happen again," Lindsey promised, bringing Dean's wrist to his lips. He wasn't going to bite, not again so soon, but he wanted to remind Dean of the bond there. "Don't fight me, Dean."

[armed_dropout]

His breathing quickened a little with the expectant of a bite, not sure if it was out of nerves about the pain or excitement about what came afte. And he didn't fight, he hated himself a little bit for it but if anything he inched closer to Lindsey.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey picked up all that, the slight changes of Dean's physiology, the breathing rate, the quickened pulse. It all invited Lindsey to make his mark, and unable to resist any longer, Lindsey vamped out and sank his teeth in. While sucking softly, he maneuvered the both of them so they sat back onto the couch. He would hate for Dean to collapse in the middle of this.

[armed_dropout]

Dean hissed in pain, the wrist definetly hurt more than the neck, and didn't feel as good after but this was still nice. He let Lindsey mice him to the couch, too out if it to care. He sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling.

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey had started with the wrist because it was less addictive, but this time it was simply because it was easier to access. After Dean was suitably relaxed by the bite, Lindsey released him and reached out to brush back the hunter's hair. "You know when I said to not fight me, I meant more than right now."

[armed_dropout]

Dean blinked a few times, trying to wake himself up but his mind was still a little hazy. "What are you talking about?"

[hartandsouled]

"Stop fighting me," Lindsey repeated. "Despite what you probably think, I don't want to hurt you." He just lost control sometimes, especially when Dean does or mentions something that threatens Lindsey's claim on him.

[armed_dropout]

He was trying hard to pay attention but his eyes were still a little glazed. "I don't....I don't fight man. I talk, I do cases. This is the best I got. I don't know what the hell you want from me that'll make you happy, I just don't wanna suck your dick. Nothing persinal, I'm not into guys.". Though he guessed part of it was personal since he'd been forced into it this many times.

[hartandsouled]

"I'm telling you, I'm... it's hard to explain. It is personal, because I view you as mine." Before Dean could protest, Lindsey placed a calming hand over his wrist. Even Lindsey looked a little uncomfortable.

"Hear me out. It's distinctively vampire, a possessiveness that asserts itself whenever I feel like... like I'm losing you. Trust me, I'm not gay. I'm not. But this has nothing to do with gender."

[armed_dropout]

Dean frowned but isn't pull his worst away. "I am yours....I signed a contract. I belong to you," just saying the words made him feel sick, but he knew it was the truth. "I don't know if you want enthusiasm, want me to be ok with tht but I'm never gonba be....hell I don't know how to be."

[hartandsouled]

Lindsey gave Dean a wry look. "I assume you know that vampires have no problem with taking things by force?"

[armed_dropout]

Dean shrugged, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to snap of it. "You haven't so far and you have a soul. Besides, you can force me to do something but you can't force me to like it and that seems to mean something to you."

[hartandsouled]

"That was why Angel's soul was supposed to be a curse." Lindsey could almost sympathize, but his heart wasn't that big.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed like Dean had caught on to his weaknesses. In an attempt to regain some of that control, he felt obligated to remind Dean, "That didn't stop me from forcing you anyway."

[armed_dropout]

"But it's not good enough," he gave a weak smile. "Cause you know I'm miserable during it, and that seems to make a difference to you...sorry about that.". He finally sat up again, holding his head as the room spun a little bit.

[hartandsouled]

"Fuck you and fuck this soul and fuck the vampire that turned me," Lindsey mumbled, wishing he could rip that part that cared right out of him. It was the harder choice, but destroying the demon that demanded he get his satisfaction this way would work too.