Darkness Love Light

[hydrates]

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. Respond to others.

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Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians | ota

[nippinatyournose]

[ the light! ]

kylo ren ( STAR WARS ) ota

[vaderstan]

Jonathan Reid | Vampyr | OTA

[transfundere]

[ ...it's all relative? ]

Lux Crownguard | League of Legends

[interlucere]

[ Light. ]

Malik Ishtar 𓂀 Yu-Gi-Oh! DM 𓂀 OTA

[dedoublement]

[ Honestly, Malik can go either way on this. He can be the dark or the light, depending on who he's compared to. ]

Juri | original

[halfacat]

[The light. I could go either shippy (m/m in that case) or gen/friendship for this, it's both definitely good. Fluffy (... literally and figuratively) half-human/cat person busker with a tendency to pick up things he shouldn't. More info on journal.]

Jin | Xenoblade Chronicles 2

[jinshin]

[ darkness ]

Loki Odinson | MCU | OTA

[wearenotdoinggethelp]

[It varies. ☆]

Re: Loki Odinson | MCU | OTA

[elevatorisnotworthy]

(let me be the light to your darkness, brother)

YES <3

[wearenotdoinggethelp]

[Well if you insist. ;) ]

Re: YES <3

[elevatorisnotworthy]

Thor sighed as he stood on the bridge of the Asgardian rescue ship, watching the stars go by. It was late. The ship was quiet. To his knowledge, he was the only one who could not rest so early in the morning. They had just succeeded, saving as much of Asgard as he could before they'd run away.

And Loki had been right there beside him. The corners of his lips tweaked up a little as he thought it over. His brother, trickster God and constant betrayer, he had shown up when Thor needed him most.

There was still good inside of him. Thor was certain of it.

The light to his darkness. Father had always told them when they were younger that you could not have one without the other. Now, finally, Thor understood what he had meant. If only he could get Loki to see it.

he's so honest ;)

[wearenotdoinggethelp]

If Loki was listening to Thor's thoughts right now - he wasn't , becuase in such a moment, that would be down-right rude, and he was taught much better manners, thank you - he would insist that he didn't come for Thor. But for Asgard.

He was Loki of Asgard, still. Good or Evil, that had... that had nothing to do with homeland.

However, he wasn't listening to Thor, so that's something he thought of yesterday, but wasn't thinking of it now.

Right now, his only thoughts are He hasn't come. He really doesn't know where we are! Good. So let's go somewhere far, far, far, far, far, far away and everything will be alright -dammit, I sound like Thor. Stop.

And what he says instead is:

"What? Why are you laughing at me now?"

John Watson | BBC Sherlock | m/m

[captainwatson]

[all for playing him dark]

Loki | MCU

[hashisreasons]

idk... if you wouldn't mind?

[angelowing]

Re: idk... if you wouldn't mind?

[hashisreasons]

[ Do you have any ideas? ]

oh! :D

[angelowing]

[Well, it could go either way. Because Rinoa could be a light character, but she's also a potentially feared Sorceress (like every Sorceress, in her canon. So... well, it's been a while, so I don't remember what I thought exactly, but give me a sec. :) Because I still would love to do this. /ooc]

Charles Xavier | X-Men

[bethebetterpath]

For Raven: First Class

[bethebetterpath]

Charles sighed as he slowly paced through the mansion. It felt so quiet and alone. It wasn't. There were people here. New people, new friends that he hoped would remain friends long after the mission, but he also had to remain a realist. The calm before the storm was something he always dreaded in different ways. The mission in Cuba was the biggest storm yet.

Moving over to the window in his office, Charles stared out at nothing in particular. He remembered when he was younger, when he and Raven would take walks along the greens and just enjoy being with each other. Raven, the sister he had never known he needed and now he needed her more than ever. He felt so lost without her.

Somehow, he couldn't be the light to pull her out of the darkness, no matter how hard he'd tried. He'd seen her, watched her getting closer to Erik. He knew, when this was all over, that she may not stay. He doubted Erik would. One hand moved up, lifting to slowly run through his hair. He had the others. He might even have Moira, but none of them were Raven. None of were his sister, even if it wasn't by blood.

He would feel very lonely without her.

[polymorphcomplex]

Raven had realized how rare kindness and noble heart Charles possessed when he had openly welcomed that little blue skinned girl into his home and his life with an open hand. Charles treated Raven as a surrogate sister and strove to ensure she felt loved and safe here within his sprawling home Xavier mansion and when out among humanity.

In Charles, Raven had found her truest friend, a brotherly protector, and a refuge from a dark and hateful world that she had been exposed to rejected and harmed her; instead, he had replaced it with a family, and a home that she had desperate needed after surviving on her own for so long. However, despite Charles being adept at reading minds, Charles very rarely could understand Raven or bring her lasting comfort from the disquieting and uncertainty of the changing times.

Everything changed when Erik came to the mansion.

Erik had been the first man to ever make Raven feel powerful, and desirable within her own blue skin, rather than the disguise that she wore to pass for normal pretty young human woman. He had been her first kiss-- shared not as the blond but as her true self revealing himself to be a perfect gentlemen and visionary -- that memory would be forever indelibly inked into her mind's eye and heart: a different path. Erik had revealed to Raven how remarkable and powerful the metamorph truly was and bid her to never should hide who she was behind that pale impression of beauty that they'd desired because they far too ignorant, fearful, and weak to acknowledge the rightful strength and beauty of her.

As days of training continued, Raven found herself becoming torn between Charles and Erik's ideologies, but supportive of their call to action. Erik intrinsically understood Raven far more than her Charles ever could. Raven could wholly grasp and be seduced by the empowered by the reality Erik's revolutionary philosophy far more easily than Charles' dream of peaceful world with humanity, but a small part of her wanted to believe in a possibility of Charlies' dream that could accept her, but this was a cold war Raven had been fighting to survive the darkness of humanity, long before the night the scared little blue girl who had broken his kitchen out of desperation had ever met. Now the war was heating up again with the Cuban mission upon the horizon, she felt the lingering doubt loom larger, she pushed all thoughts and feelings aside when she saw Charlies standing before the window.

"Charles," Raven voice will call as she gracefully enters his office in that casual comfortable manner of one who intimately knew this place, every creaky floorboard, at ease prepared to pull him out of deep melancholic states of introspection that he could lose himself in as she stand besides him at the window, her smaller hand slipping into his comfortingly. "What is it?"

[bethebetterpath]

Raven. She wasn't just this blue thing, not to him. She was more than that. She had grown to be more than that. His oldest friend. His only friend for the longest time. The only family he'd had left after his parents were gone. She filled the lonliness and made him feel like he had her when he'd had nbody else. She could be whoever she wanted in his home, their home. The only thing he promised her is that he'd never read her mind.

Perhaps if he had, things would have gone quite differently.

A growing woman needed a mother, someone to understand what she was going through. Charles would never be able to be that for her. He was a brother, a friend, a loved one, but he wasn't a woman who could help her understand the changes in her life. He'd never really had a father around to help him with such things. He'd found the answers he really needed in books, but it wasn't the same. A part of him did yearn to try to help Raven, to be that for her when those changes started to emerge, but he just couldn't do it.

Of course, Erik could.

Everything about Erik was everything he wasn't. Their dreams were different. Their feelings. He could tell that Erik wanted her, could see the way they were getting closer. It hurt him, in a way he'd never expected to feel before. He knew that, when everything was over, he'd lose her to him. And it was that thought that really, truly broke his heart.

"Raven," he murmured. His hand squeezed hers as he turned to gaze at her. There was a sad look in his eyes that even her appearance couldn't chase away from him. He smiles for her, though, a smile that was soft and didn't quite meet his eyes completely. "Just... Lost in my thoughts. Do not let my melancholy bring you down," he murmured softly. Turning, he gazed back out the window, but he didn't let go of her hand. The touch felt good. It was something he wanted to keep as long as he could before he lost her forever.

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

[ooc: Could be either, depending.]

Jyn, you are definitely his light. (Picking up where we left off)

[forcefullyawkward]

The past few weeks were some of the hardest and darkest Jyn had ever lived through. The hospital was like a second home, and the ICU like a spare bedroom. Kylo had pulled through the first surgery - more than a minor miracle, considering everything that happened - but there were more to come. He was in a medically induced coma for weeks, in and out of the operating room. Everything was touch and go as his weakened constitution had literally nothing left to offer.

There was one light, though. For the first time in YEARS, Kylo Ren was sober. (Well, as sober as anyone on painkillers could be. But those were being regulated very, very closely.)

When the doctors were finally able to rouse him, acute withdrawal was not a concern. The psychological addiction was still there, but for the first time, Kylo had a real chance at recovery. When he'd recovered enough to be released from the hospital, he wouldn't be going home. He'd be going into a rehab facility - in part for physical therapy but mostly for the addiction that nearly claimed his life.

It almost seemed impossible. Kylo Ren finally hit rock bottom. And when Jyn begged, he acquiesced. He actually agreed to at least six months in an in-patient facility. With tears in his eyes, he swore to finally face the demons that had been haunting him for the better part of a decade. There was no changing his mind. There was no turning back. It was recovery or death - no other options were left.

Thankfully, in the days that had followed, Kylo continued to make progress.

At long last, his bowels were healing. He'd finally been out of bed for the first time in weeks - which was about as graceful as one would expect. He'd been able to drink some clear fluids and keep them down, which meant they could start weaning him off of the intravenous pain medication. One more step closer to being released.

One more step closer to actually making good on his promise to Jyn - who would be here any minute. Visiting hours were just about to start.

[wherehopegoes]

It had been a hellish ordeal all around, and for a long time, Kylo was so touch-and-go that Jyn spent many sleepless nights just waiting for the phone call informing her that he had passed. The rising dread weighed heavily on her shoulders.

But when she could, she spent countless hours sitting at his bedside, talking herself hoarse even though she couldn't be certain that he heard a word of it - her prayers, her tears, the way she begged for him to please come back, or even the way she raged against how he had ended up.

She could somewhat understand wanting to quiet the ghosts of his past, but this was going to kill him, the near-constant drug use, the way that he would do anything for his next fix, and it didn't matter what it was as long as it numbed the pain that started poking through in the few instances that he was lucid enough to recognize it.

Jyn was livid, but mostly she was exhausted and worried and sad. But Kylo was awake, and he had listened to the same arguments she had been giving him for years, but this time, alert enough to comprehend them - and the consequences of denying the offer for help, or denying that he had a problem, and for the first time, he agreed to seek help.

This time, when she cried, it was tears of joy, although she realized that her hopefulness had to be tentative, at best. Kylo had been an addict for so long that neither of them could assume that six months, no matter how intensive the treatment, would even begin to heal the years of damage he had been doing to himself. And untangling his emotional state was not going to be a quick thing, either.

Still, though, he had agreed, and that was a good first step toward a happy, healthy, clean future.

She knew all of the nurses by name, so when she showed up a few minutes early, nobody tried to stop her. Standing outside his door, she took a deep breath and let it out, and knocked.

[forcefullyawkward]

Given that most treatment facilities conducted programs in 30, 60 or 90-day increments, this was actually a fairly significant extension. Kylo’s medical record spoke for itself. How he’d survived as long as he had being as deep as he was in his addiction was insane. It would take considerably longer than the usual stay to address the psychological issues that pushed him into that downward spiral if he had any chance at staying sober. Hell, maybe six months was being generous after all.

“...I’m up.” He called out. “Literally.”

A nurse was helping him back from the bathroom so he didn’t fall. With eveything still healing, this was an awkwardly slow endeavor.

“Looks like your girlfriend is here, right on time.” The nurse cajoled in her thick accent. “Ben, do you want to go back to the bed or sit in the chair for a while?”

“Don’t... don’t call me that okay?” He grunted, and then sighed. “...chair. I’m sick of lying in bed.”

The nurse took that as a good sign. She helped him over, checked his medication, made a few notes in the chart and then left them to their own devices.

“At least they stopped calling me Mr. Solo.”