lights out

[ippenshindemiru]

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)

Comments

[touchofrogue]

"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."

[complicatedliar]

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."

[touchofrogue]

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.

[complicatedliar]

"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."

[touchofrogue]

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.

[complicatedliar]

"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..."

[touchofrogue]

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.

[complicatedliar]

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.

[touchofrogue]

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."

[complicatedliar]

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.

[touchofrogue]

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.

[complicatedliar]

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.

[touchofrogue]

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.

[complicatedliar]

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.

[touchofrogue]

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.

[complicatedliar]

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.

[touchofrogue]

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."

[complicatedliar]

Loki smiled. "If it is a dream, I'm sharing it. But I think either one of us could come up with something better than being trapped in a closet. And that terrible music." He kissed her lightly on the cheek, then on the temple.

He dropped his hand to her neck, gently touching her skin, marveling at it, really. He traced a little circle with one fingertip, like a target, and placed a light kiss on top of it.

"I've been a bit lost without you," he murmured.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue gasped when he kissed her in that targeted area, the movement of her hand on his neck temporarily going still. Instinctively, she tilted her head in a wordless plea for more.

"Flatterer," she accused softly. It was hard to believe anything she had said or done would have that much of an influence upon this man. And after all - he hadn't remembered either. The hand against his neck dragged slowly down his spine until it came to rest on the small of his back. She pressed against him there, wanting to feel him closer.

[complicatedliar]

He was happy to give her more, kissing a slow, hot line down her neck to her shoulder, where he delicately nibbled at her skin.

"I am," he said, smiling against her shoulder. "But that is no flattery... 'tis simple truth." He laughed. "I've found it difficult to resist my more paranoid urges without someone to... ah... slap some sense into me."

[touchofrogue]

The broad V-neck of her sweater made the exploration of his lips squirm-worthy by the time he'd found fabric a barrier between his teeth and her shoulder. Rogue shivered, loving how that felt, and suddenly finding her shirt a burden indeed.

It was hard to concentrate on the conversation when she could feel the heat his lips had left behind. Her voice, when she managed to speak, was utterly distracted, "That doesn't sound good."

[complicatedliar]

"Mmm," he agreed. Loki seemed more intent on exploring the area around her collar, following the tempting dip of that 'V', than answering the implied question.

He drew his thumb down her spine again, to the hem of her shirt, twiddling with it for a moment by way of warning, asking for permission. Then he slipped his hand under, sighing at the feeling of more skin, warm and smooth against his fingers.

[touchofrogue]

"Ah--" she said eloquently, the curve of her spine following the caress of his thumb and pressing against him more severely. Her head dropped backwards as well, giving him more room to explore as he made use of the cut of her shirt.

Once again, almost as in her memory, the sensation of his bare hand against her back made her arch wildly and Rogue gripped on to him as she gave a low, brief cry of pleasure.

[complicatedliar]

Loki smiled against her skin, fingers going tight against her back as he simply held on to her for a moment.

He pressed a kiss at the very bottom of her collar, then gave that same location a teasing little flick of his tongue.

"Your shirt," he said, straightening slightly to place another kiss on her neck, "is interfering with me rather badly. It may come to a fight, and I've never been defeated by an article of clothing yet."