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LIGHTS OUT
a dark room meme

Uh oh! Looks like something weird is happening, here! Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill? Or has that storm outside caused a blackout? Who knows! Reasoning aside, you are now trapped in darkness. You can't see anything, anything at all! And you can't even adjust to this darkness, for some reason! There's only black, black, black. Something about this room is odd, for certain!

How this is going to go down
♦ You will post as your character as ANON, because you're in the dark!
♦ There is no putting your character's name in the subject line. However, if you like, you can put your character's series/canon. It's no fun if you know who you're interacting with right away!
♦ You're free to set up your character fumbling around in the dark and such, just so you remember which comment is yours in this anon mess, if anything.
♦ Those who reply to you will roll the RNG for the specifics of the situation!
♦ Yay! In the dark shenanigans!!
♦ When you guys are ready, the lights go on, you can log into your character journals, and it's time to admire the awkward in the light.

♦ ONE: WHY IS IT SO SMALL AND CRAMPED IN THIS ROOM? Wait, this isn't a room, this is a closet. It looks like you've been locked inside for Seven Minutes in Heaven, or just for shits and giggles! The door doesn't seem to be opening, and it sounds like some ... Barry Manilow is playing? Oh, talk about awkward.
♦ TWO: BRR, WHY IS IT SO COLD? Looks like your clothes are missing! For some reason, you're only dressed in your underwear, or even commando if you feel like being really mean to your muse. Are you in bed with someone? Just can't find your clothes? Are THEY wearing your clothes? Up to you, because it really doesn't make it any less awkward.
♦ THREE: A LITTLE HANDSY: Did someone just cop a feel? There's a lot of accidental (or... not accidental groping going on, for whatever reason! Talk about an awkward situation, mmmhmm!
♦ FOUR: OOPS, STUCK! One of you is stuck somewhere in this room, and can't get out! Either in a hole in the floor or tied to a bed or something! Whatever you can think of! Hopefully the other person can help you out in the dark.
♦ FIVE: ON AND OFF! Rather than totally darkness, the lights are flashing on and off, creepily. And it looks like there might be monsters in there with you guys?! Or are those illusions?

If you don't want to roll the RNG, that's fine! Go ahead and create your own situation, if you'd like!

Have fun, everyone!

(originally posted here at memebells)

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The music, which had been growing steadily more and more faint abruptly came to a complete stop even as the lights turned on. Rogue heard a distinct click as the closet door unlocked.

She opened her eyes, blinking several times. The awareness she had of him was suddenly joined by awkwardness as she became fully aware of just what he was pressing against her. Rogue attempted to put that to the side, right now. There was something more important. She wanted to see his face.

She slowly pulled her head away and tugged lightly at his hair. Up.

His eyes were shut so he wasn't blinded by the lights coming on. He didn't move back or away, since at the moment the woman he had pressed between him and the wall was far more important to his mind than simply leaving.

At the tug on his hair, he reluctantly straightened; he had a bad feeling now that this would be a matter of being left, or no longer wanted since he knew that had happened before. But still, it did no good to ignore it. Loki straightened, eyes opening.

Her face, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, brought with it a name. He smoothed his thumb along her cheekbone, smiling, something terribly vulnerable in his eyes. "Rogue," he murmured, stealing a quick kiss. He could hope it wouldn't be the last one he'd get, but just in case, he would take it.

Ah, yes, that's right, she thought as soon as she saw his face. That's who this should be.

Hearing her name from his lips was the strangest pleasure - she was too bemused at all the pieces of memory - How do I know this man? - falling into place to react much at all to the way he stole a kiss.

"Loki."

Where there should be shame, there was only wonder. She gave him her own kiss on the corner of his lips and lingered there sweetly for a moment before pulling back and sliding her leg back around. She moved her hands to his shoulders. "Let's get out of this closet."

She moved her hand up to his hand on her cheek and tugged it away to clasp it. She remembered turning him away - how many times had she had to turn him away, to deny herself the ability to express any sort of feeling towards him? It seemed a bit late now. She'd recognized him even in the darkness, even when she by all rights shouldn't even know his name. She didn't want to let him go so easily, not now.

The smile flashed into brilliance when she said her name, and all he heard in her voice was the same sort of thing he felt. Loki nearly sagged with relief, not really capable for a moment to keep up his normal facade.

Also, he found her did not want to.

He wove their fingers together and added to it magic, guard against the oblique but very real fear that in leaving the closet they would be separated and forget each other again. "All right," he said.

...and thank goodness he was wearing a long tunic. There was that too.

Rogue did not let go of his hand. And she found she didn't like it when he moved away, wincing at the loss of contact. She wet her lips and tasted him there and had to glance down to keep herself from blushing. What had happened seemed so unreal.

The room they entered as they exited the closet appeared to mimic a fancier hotel room. There was a table set for two, some kind of kettle steaming, a plush sofa facing bay windows that looked out into the night sky... and a queen-sized bed, looming proudly with its covers turned down out of a corner.

Rogue hesitated, uncertain. Her gaze flicked around the room - but the lights were on and the door had hinges and... she was holding hands with someone out of her dreams, her skin pressed to his without fear. Her psyches were silent, her powers still 'out,' and... it wasn't as if they were in any danger.

Still, she glanced up at him, looking for some kind of cue. "What do ya think?"

Loki looked around the room as well, suspicion in every line of his body. He didn't like feeling set up, even if he'd ended up in here with someone he'd desperately missed, without even realizing it.

"Two things," he said after a moment. "I think I don't trust this in the slightest..." he looked toward her, hesitated, and then placed a light kiss on her cheek. "And I think that you're utterly beautiful."

She gasped quietly at his kiss, her eyes going wide at his words. Her own words failed her and so she responded the only way she could, sliding her free hand against his cheek to wrap it around the back of his head and pull him down for a brief, heartfelt kiss.

I missed you.

She let him go and pulled back, "So... the door, then?"

Though something in her checked at that. She had a feeling that they were free to leave, but that the moment they did... they would forget all over again. It would be the end.

He squeezed her hand. "The door would seem the way out. Unless you'd like to try the window. I don't tend to trust the obvious ways."

He had no similar worry, because he was certain this could end at any moment, and he was ready to fight that with every fiber of his will, tense and waiting.

"I just have this feelin'..." she hesitated and then dropped her free hand to his chest. "If we leave now, everythin' will go back to the way that it was. I don't even know why I remember you, but... I don't wanna forget again."

Loki covered her hand with his, then carefully wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

He wanted to say no, that he would be able to prevent that, but he hadn't been able to before, had he? He needed more time to think about the problem, consider the angles, find a way to bind them more closely together.

He pressed a kiss on the top of her head. "I need... I will need time to think about this. There will be a way."

Rogue laughed quietly, but went willingly into his embrace, "I had a feelin' you'd say something like that."

Impossible things.

She turned to rest her head against his chest, to listen to his heartbeat.

"Have I really become so predictable?" Loki smiled, one hand moving up and down her back. He rested his cheek on her hair, closing his eyes for a moment. "If I'm to have time to think, by necessity we'll have to stay in here for a while anyway."

She made a small sound as he stroked her back and arched slightly into him, "Predictable? You? Never."

Rogue tilted her head, pressed a kiss to his chest, "Though ya do seem ta have a certain attitude 'bout impossible things. If I'm rememberin' right."

And she hoped she was. She didn't want this to be some kind of lie.

"I suppose that's true. I don't believe impossible things exist, not really."

His hand came up to tangle in her hair, cup the back of her head. He lightly tugged her head back, leaning down to capture her lips for a moment. "Though if you're not in too much of a hurry..."

Liking the way he'd tangled his hand in her hair, Rogue wholeheartedly responded to his kiss. A thrill ran through her as she decided this request was far better than him asking her to give him some space so he could think. Every bit of contact helped convince her that this was real.

"I reckon I've got some time," she breathed against his lips, sliding a hand up around to the back of his neck and giving his lips a teasing kiss in return.

He made a low murmur against her lips. "Do you, now." He smiled, catching her lips again, hand moving up and down her back once more. "I know you've normally got a very busy schedule..."

He took a moment to kiss her more deeply, the closeness leaving him a little breathless for all his illusion of control. "Do you still want me?" he whispered.

She let out a low moan at his caress, remembering now that her back was sensitive to this sort of thing, and that he was the reason why she knew it - a flash of specific memory, his hand sliding under her shirt and pressing against her skin, causing her to cry out - and Rogue responded to his kiss, willingly pressing into him.

"No, I'm kissin' you 'cause it's good for my health," she gasped it out and then broke away long enough to frame his face with both her bare hands, looking straight into his eyes as she vaguely remembered doing once before, waiting for him to see her. "I only remember a little, but I remember us bein' one big confused complicated mess. But I missed you. Even though I didn't know it. An' I still want you."

Edited 2012-11-12 04:59 (UTC)

Loki laughed softly. "If it is good for your health, you ought to do it more often..."

His eyes widened, something contracting painfully in his chest at the look in her eyes. "Rogue..." He untangled his fingers from her hair, caressed her cheek like he'd never done it before.

He kissed her, wanting and offering and more, trying to make it an expression of how he had missed her.

That was better. She hadn't liked seeing that lost expression on his face, instinctively hating any time she'd been responsible for putting it there.

She tilted her head, leaning into his caress and when he kissed her she slid her hands around to clasp them lightly behind his neck. Rogue closed her eyes, savoring the sweetness of this kiss, the emotions it conveyed. She trembled, not due to being overwhelmed by the contact, but instead because of the depth of feeling he was expressing. Her lips quivered, hesitant for a moment in just how to respond, before she moved to deepen the kiss.

He pulled her closer with one arm, faintly shaking fingers still moving against her cheek. He offered her his mouth, almost hesitant.

Why did he feel as if she might push him away at any moment? Why was he afraid? Or perhaps it was just fear of losing her now that he had her back.

Rogue was not confident in this, but she wanted to reassure him. She took his invitation and cautiously ran her tongue along his before moving to explore his mouth. She gave the task her full attention, wanting to bring him pleasure.

He encouraged her with teasing movements of his tongue, a soft murmur escaping into her mouth.

He fanned his fingers out across her back, a familiar, possessive gesture.

She arched her back and pressed against him in response to his gesture, the movement instinctive. And Rogue's lips twitched up into a smile against his and gave herself simply to chasing after his tongue - he was kind, to meet her where she was, to be content with what she could give. She remembered that too. One hand slid away down and caressed his neck in appreciation.

Edited 2012-11-12 06:42 (UTC)

He relaxed against her, making a tender sort of game out of that kiss. Loki arched his neck slightly under her touch, another appreciative murmur in his throat.

His fingers moved along her back, again noting that something felt like it was missing, but he definitely liked this better, just a smooth plane over which his hand could wander. Though it would be nicer, he noted, with nothing at all between them.

Maybe in time. For now, he was very satisfied with this, with feeling wanted, and loved, and warmed.

She had to break the kiss to breathe and did so with a small gasp, turning her head slightly to the side. Her breath, quick and uneven, ghosted along the skin of his neck.

"This is real, isn't it," she whispered. "I'm not dreaming this."

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