The Love Confessions Meme

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THE LOVE CONFESSIONS MEME

Confessions of feelings are rarely as nice and romantic as they seem in the Hollywood flicks. Sometimes, they're screamed across an empty house as someone leaves. Others, they whispered across white pillow cases as bodies lie close together in the dark. Of course, these feelings may not be returned, but it may be the only shot you have.

If you even meant to spill, anyway.

How to Play
- Comment with your character, putting your information and preferences somewhere in the comment.
- Comment to other characters. Roll the RNG to get your prompt, or pick one.
- Play out the scene and take it whatever direction you'd like.
- Be cute and fun or sad and depressing.

Prompts

1. Planned: You've been planning to tell this person how you feel, and you know exactly the way to do it.

2. Spontaneous: Uh-oh, it just slipped out! Maybe you weren't thinking, maybe it was a fight, but somehow, your secret's out.

3. Heat of the Moment: What's better than calling someone's name out in the trows of passion? Why, telling them you love them, of course!

4. The Last Time: You're coming clean with your feelings because you're dying, moving away, leaving the planet, going to war, whatever. Might as well when you'll probably never see them again.

5. Jealousy: You've seen the one you love in the arms of another, and you just have to let your feelings be known so they don't end up with the wrong person! Selfish, what's selfish?

6. Drunk: A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, so maybe you should be careful what you say, or you'll be telling your best friend you have the hots for her. Awkward.

7. Lie: You don't actually have feelings for this person, but you need them to believe that you do in order to use them, get something, or perhaps to not hurt their feelings.

8. Sweet: You confess...and they feel the same, and have wanted to say it for a while. Oh, how cute! Go on and enjoy your cute little romance.

9. One-sided: One of you confessed, but it's completely unrequited. Can you still be friends, or is that too painful?

10. Forbidden: Your love for this person is totally uncool - not allowed, even. But it has to be brought to light, preferably by you.

11. Unfulfilled: While you both love each other, you decided mutually that this can't go any further.

12. WILDCARD

Comments

that could very well happen

[vishante]

[He'd rarely ever seen the man looking so defeated. It pained him, and beyond the aggravation and the need to comprehend, there was a flicker of compassion he felt for him that he couldn't explain. Fenris didn't fare much better. After this burst of fierce adrenaline, his mind was blank, his body weaker, and he wondered why he stood there in the dark. It was clear the conversation would not lead anywhere, and while it wasn't necessarily their first quarrel, it felt a lot more personal than all the others. It felt deeper, chafing ancient wounds that had never truly healed, and Fenris sensed it wasn't a battle he could win. His jaw tightened and he absentmindedly swept resistant dirt off his tunic, looking up the stairs as he pondered whether he should just leave. For a long moment it didn't seem as though Hawke was even willing to say anything—he couldn't even read his expression, otherwise so painfully clear—and just as he shifted on his feet and reluctantly forced himself to move, the man spoke.

Confusion bloomed in his mind and he swiftly glanced at him, brows severely knitted together. The intensity of his gaze could have peeled wallpaper.] Then what is it that you hope to... that you hope— [His frown sharpened and his focus as well as he cut himself off, silent words rolling on his tongue. He snapped his mouth shut, lips pressed into a frustrated sneer as he quietly stared, visibly disorientated. And then it dawned on him. His thoughts reeled and his expression softened the more they unfolded, leaving a scowl of sheer perplexity.]

What? [He barked the question with a shake of his head, his tone harsh because he simply didn't understand. He was no imbecile. For the clues Hawke was giving him now, it didn't take a genius to find the right equation, but it didn't match anything else. All those years... He swallowed hard, not liking the way his heart had started pounding. He could feel it in his chest and his temples, leaving in his head a distracting buzz.] Surely you do not mean to say that I have wrongly believed your affections to be elsewhere. [In lieu of where he'd wished them to be for so long. The thought was frightening, dread and hope mixing together in a tangle of emotions he couldn't handle. He hated that whatever dormant feeling he had sprung at the mere glimpse of a chance, and he forced it back down with all the strength he could muster. It didn't work as well as he'd wanted. There was a glint of uncertainty in his eyes, contrasting with his untamed stance.] ...Do you?

Good. & ugh. There's nothing worse than seeing a typo in a tag you can't edit. IT'S NOT PERFFECT.

[dragonfetish]

[ And was he going to get it...? Fingers still pinched, Hawke peeled open one eye to stare over at the other and between the scowl, the bark and the inevitable softening of confusion, it seemed unlikely that he would. The potential was there, but Fenris was skirting around the obvious and Hawke couldn't decide whether that was through continued ignorance or disinterest. Maybe something else entirely? For how easily Fenris' emotions flipped and switched, they were quite difficult to discern at times and Hawke was having a difficult time reading between the uncertain glint and that strong, unyielding stance. Would he welcome Hawke's feelings or would he condemn them as he did most other things? Fenris hadn't seemed particularly upset at the prospect of ending his relationship – if it could be called that – with Isabela, so if the attachment wasn't there, did that mean there was room for Hawke to weasel in? As usual, Fenris' thoughts were well-hidden under the more potent cover of impatience and unwilling to test the limits of it, Hawke shied away from weighing the full extent of his options, instead choosing, as he usually did, to fly by the seat of his pants and shoulder on.

He was this far into it already, why stop now? Might as well, right? Squeezing both eyes shut once more, he rubbed his fingers in and teased the headache threatening to form, before he inevitably caved for an amused puff of breath. ] Andraste's ass... am I truly this bad? [ He shook his head, and pulled his hand free, only to press it higher and through his hair. Curling in, he lightly tugged at the strands already stubbornly sticking up and flicked his gaze open, still finding it in himself to smile despite the likelihood of this crashing and burning into one huge mess of embarrassment. ] Even now it isn't clear. [ At least, not enough to snuff out all careful diversions, and they both knew how talented Fenris was at those. But see, after wasting a few, good years of his youth, he was growing tired of this back and forth of mix-matched understanding. His patience was growing thin and with it, he was beginning to see that slaughtering his dignity with a blunt, overdue confession wasn't quite as bad as it had once seemed. It couldn't quite get worse at this point...

Well. When Fenris was involved, of course everything could get worse, but he'd already shoved him into a wall, so there wasn't much else the elf could do to top that. Flopping his hand down, it swung at his side and he lightly tapped it against the wall, as though to remind himself of how undignified he looked slumped there against it; straightening up, he squared his shoulders, breathed in and... immediately hunched into himself again. Pitiful. That summed him up nicely. ] It's you, Fenris. [ A pause and then he flicked his gaze to the elf, staring at him for the following beat before setting his features on something almost determined. There. A touch of spirit, though it was still shallow, hesitant under all the uncertainty. ] I want you.

and how do you feel about typos in the subject line~?

[vishante]

[Fenris didn't know how Hawke chose to spend his nights. He'd been careful not to dwell on it, ignoring flirtatious gazes and naughty lines exchanged as they traveled, mostly aimed at the fairer sex. But there was one thing he hadn't fully acknowledged—perhaps because it cornered him into believing that Hawke could indeed feel for him—and it was his unshakable loyalty. The man could have killed a dragon with his bare hands had Fenris only expressed the desire to watch him do so. He always listened. Always tolerated him by his side in spite of his strong aversion to the very thing he was. He even went as far as vindicating and supporting his arguments over magic matters, no matter how spiteful the elf could be. As if he favored him and what he thought above everything else.

Those were facts he'd consciously overlooked, but it was hard to ignore them now. All those years, Hawke had showed nothing but devotion and acceptance, and if Fenris trusted his judgment, it seemed obvious now that he'd always been somewhat of an influence. It was as if his eyes finally opened and he felt his throat close as it all sank in, a decade worth of lost realizations.] Why? [It was a stupid question. His arms fell on his sides and his shoulders with them, as if liberated from an invisible burden. Perhaps he'd always known. He'd certainly always hoped, even against his better judgment, but reciprocation meant so many things he wasn't sure he could handle. There had been little room for anything but resentment up until Danarius' death, and he finally lived, as well as his progression allowed. But his newfound verve was lacking, and as he faced him with his heart in his mouth, it was clear that Hawke encompassed all the missing pieces.

He didn't know how he felt. He was dismayed, terrified, but there was something else inbetween that slowly carved its way to his chest. Warmth spread and he couldn't swallow properly, hesitation shrouding his eyes.] I've surged against everything you stand for. I'm an elf, broody at best if we consider any tale the dwarf enjoys depicting. I've followed you everywhere, yet even now it feels like I could never fully repay you. [Because Hawke had done so much for him, and in ways, Fenris felt like he'd contributed very little in comparison. It caused him to sigh, the sound muffled through the straight line of his lips. It was madness, and he wanted to tell him that he deserved better, that everything he could share, anyone else gladly would in his stead. That he certainly asked for more trouble than he'd already given him. But he couldn't bring himself to. It was but another selfish hope and he frowned with the thought, offering what seemed to be an apologetic shrug. He may have looked coy, softened edges and febrile capitulation, and he hoped the starless sky played in his favor.] I'm beginning to think that you wouldn't enjoy your life nearly as much were it not so grueling.

I kept staring at it, and I was like. There's something wrong with it, but. :|

[dragonfetish]

[ Of course he was questioning it. Fenris made a day job of nitpicking sensitive subjects, so why would he refrain now? What did it matter if it was Hawke's heart laid bare? Stomping all over it by asking him how he could feel something for a bad-tempered elf, as though he was idiotic for it, seemed like a much better way to handle the confession. On the bright side, it wasn't a rejection, at least not yet, and for that, Hawke felt a small inkling of confidence take root, maybe even begin to grow. Confusion, exasperation, a shred of annoyance... Hawke could deal with those; anything that wasn't Fenris turning tail and fleeing the situation because it was too much, too fast, too much of what he didn't want, was good enough in Hawke's play book. So there was hope, right? Hope that this wouldn't implode and that maybe, just maybe, his feelings weren't as one-sided as he'd previously thought. He just... had to tread lightly.

Or actually—

It wasn't quite a joke, but it was a jab without the singeing heat, and while surprised, Hawke relaxed with it, muscling up the courage to smile in a way that was far more lighthearted than he felt. ] Possibly. [ His life had never been easy, even in Lothering when his family was whole, but yes, in recent years, it was progressively harder to get to the next day intact. He didn't know how to stop at this point though; sometimes, he felt as though he was burning the threads of his life at both ends, that one of these days he would buckle under all the loss and stress, but he supposed... testing his limits so continuously, gave extra light to the softer, more important moments in his life, making them all that much more worthwhile. And this right here? It had the potential to be one of those few, all too fleeting moments. Just... – he twisted his lips on a frown, briefly indulging in the fit and feel of having some semblance of defense back in place, but he shook it free far too quickly, sighing away his reservation to try for another smile. He glanced from one side, to the next and then nodded to Fenris, forcing his voice level on a far too casual— ] But this is particularly grueling and I'd much rather skip the attempt to sway my feelings, and get right to the part where you give me an answer. [ Okay, he hadn't actually asked, but... to one's confession, wasn't it societal protocol for the other person to offer an echo or a gentle let down in response? So... did he feel something for him or should he get on with that alcohol binge? ]

did you figure out what it was?

[vishante]

[He couldn't ignore his smile. Fenris' eyes slowly widened as he watched the other's expression brighten, darkness fading. It was weak, but it was there, and the air locked in his chest at the sight. He wasn't used to Hawke being so defeated. He'd gone through so much in what sometimes felt like so little time, and he never crashed. He seemed invincible in many ways, but it was something Fenris had taken for granted. He couldn't any longer. He'd experienced in the span of minutes what he'd never known of him in a decade, and it was enough to snap him out of his stubborn resignation. He stared at him carefully, his palms moist as the chilly breeze made him tremble. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, tingling at the same rhythm of his pulse. It was hard, even now, to admit that it was Hawke that affected him so, brushing off the sweet anxiety his confession caused. But he couldn't lie to himself when the man looked at him the way he did, his gaze alone sending whirlwinds of tender warmth spreading high.]

For years I wondered what it was. [He spoke evenly, giving the slightest shrug.] I was blind to it. [It was vague at best, and he mentally chided himself for it. He'd never spoken so freely, but it was a urge he couldn't deny. It didn't matter that he couldn't even express what had haunted his soul for so long; he just needed to, as if his whole life depended on it.] Thinking of you with anyone else troubled me, yet I could not believe that it could be otherwise. I didn't want to. It prompted questions I was not willing to answer, and even now I wonder how it can be. [He averted his gaze momentarily, staring at nothing in particular. He'd been a coward. He was still one, and it was such a shocking reality that Hawke could genuinely care for him that he felt like a fool for never acknowledging the obvious. Because it was an evidence, one that was difficult to stomach for someone like him, one he could hardly accept. But in that moment, it was the only thing he wanted, feeling weak and strong and mindless, swiveling his gaze back to the man with a hint of timidity in his eyes.] I was never sure what it was like to truly feel. To... want someone. I can't claim to comprehend any of this... [He shook his head, rolling his shoulders with an apologetic tug of his lips. His expression was clear, gentle, and he took a step towards him, holding his breath. His temples had never throbbed so hard.] ...but what I do know is that it feels a lot more when I'm by your side.