angst ahoy

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ANGST MEME


Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters can and will fall.

- Post your characters, name and series in the subject along with any preferences.
- Go to random.org and roll.
- Play!





1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone else thinks you do anyway.

2. abandoned.
You were left behind by everyone you hold dear and now you're forced to see how well they've adjusted, how happy they all are while you're screaming inside.

3. sick.
Cold, flu, or something even worse, all you can do is lay back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.
You've been fighting nonstop with the other person and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.
You're being broken up with and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.
For some reason, you've been separated from the other person for a long time.

7. kidnapped.
You've been held captive for how long now? Maybe they've been torturing you even, using your blood to write ransom notes, threatening to cut off fingers to send next, etc. Rescue is on the way though, right?

8. beaten up.
Just because someone didn't like you or maybe they wanted something you had, whatever the case is, you're coming home sporting some nasty wounds and bruises.

9. jealousy.
You just have this undeniable jealousy suddenly and you need to let it out.

10. cheated on.
This goes beyond just suspicion and you have full on proof of what your lover has done. How do you handle it?

11. apathetic.
You're not sad, you're not happy, you just... don't feel much anymore. The sparkle of life has gone right out of you and you're just going through the motions now.

12. addicted.
Drugs, alcohol, whatever your drug of choice is, you can't fight the draw and you can't draw yourself out of the hole, but the other person is going to try.

13. bad romance.
You know this isn't good for either of you, but you can't stop now.

14. fear.
Nightmares, the feeling someone is following you, etc. You can't shake the feeling.

15. insanity.
You're seeing things and hearing them, waking up only to realize you've done things you don't remember or you're in a place you weren't before. You're losing it and you don't know what to do.

16. guilt.
It's eating you up inside and you have to tell someone about it now. You want to be punished and you won't take no for an answer.

17. loss
You've lost something dear to you.

18. wild card.
Combine some options or make your own!

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[seductress]

He pulled away just far enough for there to be breath between them, just far enough to clearly be looking down at her. She let her arms fall from around his waist and raised one hand, reaching up to touch his face with sensitive fingertips to figure out the expression she could not see, a light touch along his lips, another over the familiar furrow of his brow.

“You keep asking,” she said, falsely light. “Is that your way of asking me to run away with you?”

[chaffed]

Geralt knew what she was trying to do, but he didn't stop her. Allowing her fingertips to flutter about his face. Catching the brush of his eyelashes as she feels that familiar furrow of his brow. The frown on his lips.

"You keep avoiding the question," Geralt answered. Completely avoiding her question in return. It wasn't without reason, he had come with the intention of taking her to Ellander. Or at least pleading a case in defense of it for entirely different reasons. Now he saw no reason for her not to go, if something there could be done to help her. It was only just a strike of coincidence to need her there too.

[seductress]

Her fingers stilled against his brow, as if having found some answer in the expression she found or the tension she felt, and Yen withdrew her hand, reaching up instead to her own head, to unbind the bandage that covered her eyes, lest she stared too deeply at a candle or the sun in an attempt to see any flicker of light. She removed it and blinked, turning her face back to him.

There were lines of tension and weariness around her eyes, burns near her temple that were much more vivid than those that had been visible. And despite her earlier hope, the eyes that looked up at him were still clear, free of any milkiness, deep violet as they had ever been. And still as blank as before.

“What’s really in Ellander?” she asked quietly. “Pointless romantic gestures don’t suit you.” Well, not with her, at least.

[chaffed]

She looked better than the last time he saw her, at least. Not that he understood exactly where the damage had actually caused her affliction. Or if magic could only heal it or if it was something deeper than that. The moment she revealed felt cut short when she asked him directly again. Without answering on her own a way that might avail at least some nagging suspicion.

"Hm, well-" Geralt started, already stumbling over his words. He flinched, nose wrinkled as he slowly removed his arms from around her. "It's the child surprise," the witcher admitted at last. The inflection of his tone drifted lower, although he couldn't sense any of the sorceresses of he home listening in. It was a natural inclination by now.

"We believe she's a...Source." The word sounds foreign coming from his tongue. Only more recently understood than something he'd known.

[seductress]

Even without sight, her eyes widened in surprise, and the implications ran swiftly through her mind. Her expression shifted minutely as everything fell into place. It made sense then, for him to have come for her. It was odd, how trust worked with them. That they could not be trusted to stay for more than a few days in each other's company. But could be trusted with secrets and matters of life and death.

It made sense. She understood being sought out for her skills. It was easier than simply being wanted.

A nod, and she reached up, to wrap the linen back over her eyes. "The archpriestess probably still thinks I'm a heretic, but everyone would believe I'd try looking for another cure."

[chaffed]

It wasn't about want, but he wouldn't plea his case for that right now. Clearly, the girl had become far more important than his needs or his respect for their distance. Why he bothered to come himself instead of send a letter. And though they had their differences and their problems. For how much he didn't trust her, and yet he still came to her. Because he knew, deep down in his gut, he could trust her with this.

"It's not as though she'd ever turn you away, besides she might be thankful too to have your help" Geralt noted, but he wasn't to be the one to put any words in Nenneke's mouth. The girl's visions were different, far more than what any of them expected. He was merely thankful she seemed to adhere to the request without question.

[seductress]

Rebinding her eyes, Yennefer drew a deep steadying breath and took a step backwards, carefully breaking the circle of whatever intimacy, whatever comfort they’d allowed themselves. She squared her shoulders, and her jaw set, the vulnerability she’d allowed herself buried again. Yennefer drew the brittle strength back over herself like armour, and offered him a familiar smirk, though without the spark of violet fire that her knowing gaze would have offered.

“The last time you asked for my help, it didn’t come cheap. But you knew that already.”

Not that there was any more that could pass between them. There was already too much there.

[chaffed]

[ooc; welp my office just closed down...woo quarantine]

"Conversation and company not to do it this time?" The witcher asked, allowing her to recede from him and build herself up. No need to see her expression under the wrap, as he knew the facet of her attitude structured by the way she held herself. As though he might forget at any moment that he'd seen her frail and seeking out his warmth in some of her lowest moments.

He thought maybe to take a step back himself, however stayed where he did. Unsure of what she might ask for in return, although he was willing to do much more for her for free.

[seductress]

[ooc: welcome to quarantine town. We’re on week 2]

“I think we both ended up with more than that,” she murmured. Yen stood for a moment, considered where they were, and the distance to the house and no doubt to whichever horse now answered to Roach. She’d made her way this far alone, but it had been laborious, careful, constantly reaching for the trees and the grass.

A moment of hesitation, and the softest sigh, the slightest slump of her shoulders. “I’m going to need your arm.”

Some sorceress, to be so uncertain that she needed a guide.

[chaffed]

Geralt knew she didn't have to be like this. To at least admit a little that help wasn't such an infection on her person. But he'd rather not, his silence enough probably postulated his thoughts well enough. Just long enough before his pause ended and he moved to step beside her to link their arms.

"Not very steep as your payments go," he speaks as though he cannot resist. His steps are careful, measured to meet her pace.

[seductress]

Despite her loathing of her current state and the familiar feeling of helplessness that reminded her too much of the unwanted pig girl bought for a pittance, Yen's lips twisted in a quick small smile at his words, as she felt him slip into place beside her, a familiar comforting presence.

"It's a long ride to Ellander," she responded, her words lighter than she felt as she fell into step with him. She didn't even try to reach for magic, didn't try to see if he was guiding her to the right place. There was trust in that. "There'll be plenty of opportunity to fall deeper into my debt."