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Maybe you can make me pure

Darkness Loves Light

No matter how the darkness looms around you - how much you've become the darkness - there's one bright spot in your life - a person who makes everything worthwhile.

It doesn't really matter how they came to you. What does is that they stay. Whether you admit it or not, you seek comfort from them...and, perhaps, them from you, if you're in the same situation.

So, whether you push them away, treat them right, or go so far as to worship them and put them on a pedestal, you don't want them to go now. You crave being with them, or at least being in their presence. Don't ruin this for yourself. After all, what would you do without your little ray of light? You'll do anything to keep them happy and loved. Anything.

Respond to the meme with your character, canon, preferences, and, if you'd like, what position you're character will be in.
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prompts

light || the pure is affecting the impure in a positive way.

dark || the impure is affecting the pure in a negative way.

purposeful || you want to corrupt something so pure.

forgive || they know what you've done and they've forgiven you.

death || something comes up from the dark past and strikes out at the one loved the most. they know it would hurt you to see them in pain - or worse.

life || the smut option. will there be hesitance in "defiling" purity?

cheer || never again did you think that there would be simple joys. picnics, birthdays, gentle holding of hands.

confessions || you have to get them into your life; they're the only good thing you can see.

teach || one party is teaching the other about more worldly pursuits, may or may not be sexual. perhaps they feel guilty for this, perhaps they don't.

end || you can't do this to them anymore. they deserve so much better than you.

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[The "light" in the relationship.]

[ bring on the AUs! ]

[ likely the dark, but flexible. would love harveys and nicks, open to other possibilities. ]

[Hmmm.... guess? XD]

Edited 2018-10-31 21:50 (UTC)

[care for some cross canon? ]

[Sure! Always. I love it.]

[awesome. What is his canon point? ]

[Default? IW, or late Ragnarok, but I pull him from anywhere if need be.]

[The light, definitely.]

[ Probably the dark, most of the time, but he can do a really halfarsed attempt at light.

And by 'light' I mean 'for characters who have more destructive coping mechanisms than drinking, getting into bar fights, and demanding that they're NOT SAD he might be a mild upgrade'. ]

[Pretty sure she's the light.]

[The Dark.]

[ She's the pure one. All options are good! ]

[Want to try a mix of confession with teaching?]

[ Sounds good! ]

[It’s been…a very painful conflict Charlemagne has been enduring. What should have been a quick set of battles to stop threats from ever rising against the innocents would only grow more disastrous. From magical monsters to humanity’s worst about to throw an attack against its own kind. Such battles have turned the paladin….sour. His idealism had turned from naivety to something reminiscent of a Darwinist. Saving many that could be saved while the rest becoming victims of it all. It was a life that he had no pleasure in doing so with the number of bodies it piled up, glancing at the abyss more times than any man should have. In the end, there was nothing that could be done to change. Just a flicker of hope that one day will arrive.

The moon stood above at the sky, shining down its beauty. Charlemagne was summoned by one of the people he had previously saved early in his life as a guardian. He stood in the middle of a garden, glancing at the sight of the moon itself with a couple of fireflies giving away its presence with a flicker of yellow lights as his sword stood impaled on the ground, resting his arms lazily with a peaceful expression around his visage, thinking of what she might say to him. Maybe it must be thanked, or something far more interesting ever since they met. Nonetheless, such thoughts would be kept on the back burner before catching an unexpected sound.]

A beautiful night you picked to summon me, milady.

[Charlemagne said with a voice filled with warmth on it, turning his head clockwork a couple meters to gaze to her direction, holding a welcoming stare around the cerulean-colored orbs that often shown the darkness of his role.]

[An adorable corrupting presence.]

[Definitely, the "light".]

[ Demon (of lust and wrath), so the darker half more than likely. Tainting the innocent/light is definitely one of his things, but he's surprisingly capable of genuine affection. Equally content to pair him off with someone who's a lighter shade of dark or someone undeniably light. ]

[Angel of Love? She wouldn't actually judge him for being a demon. She loves everyone. ;)]

[ Oooh, I'm game. Her not being judgemental might actually perplex him a bit, which doesn't happen too often. ]

[Ugh, I was mobile ALL weekend and thought I tagged! I'm already amused - would you like me to start? If so, what should the setting be? She'd likely come to him.]

[ No worries, work has been killer this week. -.- Thank goodness tomorrow's Friday, hoping to be around a fair amount through the weekend. If you wouldn't mind? For a setting, hmm... Ash tends to roam around so I'm content putting him wherever would make it easier for them to cross paths. He's pretty sociable and likes being around others more often than not. ]

[Sorry to hear that! I'll be around this weekend as well! I'll just set them up at a club. It's somewhere an angel of love would hang out!]

Miniel adored nightclubs. It wasn't the noise, the dim lighting, the alcohol...no. It was the atmosphere, electric with possibility. There were people here looking for love, lonely people, and she loved to guide them into each others' arms when she could. She tended to spend a great deal of time doing just that, playing unseen matchmaker, giving gentle psychic nudges between lonely hearts.

She was leaning against the bar, watching a pair hitting it off, when she felt a presence and grinned. Looking over, she spotted him, making a beeline and wrapping her arms around his shoulders in an embrace, welcome or not.

"Asmodeus!" she laughed softly before bouncing back with a beaming smile. Honestly, with the chaos he sowed, he should literally be the last being she was happy to see, but... God made him, God made her, and they all served a purpose. It wasn't her job to question it. No. It was her job to love.

[complicated. she started loving everything and being an all-compassionate creature, as the sorta-jesus stand in to be as one of god's holy twins but angelic drama happened. she's violent, manipulative, and very broken but also brutally honest about her flaws. but they are for a good cause. she still loves everything, deep inside her brittle heart, and she's very gentle with children and animals. so heads up can go any way.]

[She's the light, obviously, but she loves EVERYONE. Bring your baddies!]

[probably the light]

[the light, without question]

[ooc: The Darkness.]

[ the light, let me know if spoilers are ok or if you prefer to avoid them. i can also play solomon, who can be either light as a continuation of romani post wish/au, or nothing at all before his wish to be roman because solomon's empty. ]

[Light.]

[Can be either. Started off very dark and mindless, but when allowed to make choice can very much be the light of any given pair. Open to cross-canon, AUs and m/f or f/f.]