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Secret simps

SECRET ADMIRER meme

You're in love with them, but they don't know it and you have no real intention of changing this. Whether it's because you don't want to admit anything to yourself, can't handle rejection, don't think you're good enough, or have no real experience with this kind of thing, your lips are sealed...for now. And maybe forever, if you're contented to love them from afar.

That is, if the object of your affection doesn't figure you out first.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character, preferences, and whether they'd be the admirer or the admired.
Reply to others.
RNG it or not.

PROMPTS

Meeting: How do you meet? Is it love at first sight?
Falling: You learn to love them, even if you never have before.
From Afar: You're not too close to them - they may not know you at all - but you still admire them. Whether "afar" means something like a different school, a different team, or a different world or walk of life is up to you.
Notice Me: You actually do want to be noticed. Please, senpai!~
Right in Front of You: The two of you are friends or allies, yet you're hiding your emotions in plain sight.
Denial: You? Love? No! Especially not with them...no, you weren't looking at them!
Jealousy: They don't know you're attracted to them, so you shouldn't feel mad when they're getting attention from others.
Too Shy Shy: The words just won't come out. Besides, you're too flustered by their presence in general.
Don't Deserve Them: You wouldn't want to subject them to you, anyway. They're too good.
Favors: Your love may not be known; still, you can do things for them or get them gifts, and they'll wonder who's doing all this. Their happiness is all you want, not their recognition.
Bad at This: So, about all those gifts or favors? You're not the sort to know about kindness and because of this, your shows of affection tend to be you offing their rivals or giving them stolen items.
Adorkable: You're awkward but it's endearing!
Never Expect the Quiet Ones: You barely speak, much less show how you feel. How could they know what you really think?
Lash Out: It's frustrating to have a crush you can't act on, so you've decided to act out...towards the one you love, perhaps to push them away.
Admission: Finally, you've decided to admit what you've felt all along.
Outed: Someone else has told your secret.
Caught: Maybe you were caught looking at them too much, speaking about your love out loud, or leaving them a gift. No matter what, the jig is up.
Content with Secrecy: You can admire them without saying a word. You're not conflicted in the least with living this life!
Requited: No more harboring secrets, as your feelings are returned.
Unrequited: ....ouch. Just ouch.
WILD CARD

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[Can be either party.]

[My brain is just latching onto like the first Actual Feelings this dweeb has being dokis for Dorian, and just alternating as they get to know each other between denying they feel anything and desperately wanting Dorian to notice them!

I'd love it to end up requited in some manner- info's here if you need some more deets to sort out how Dorian might react to/interact with them. Maybe they met while Dorian was travelling alone, or else with the group, whatever works best on your end.]

(( Oooh that does sound like fun! Even after reading what they’re like I’m not sure Dorian will know how to react to them lol But I think he could warm up to them eventually!

Meeting while he’s traveling with the group might be best, since I’m not sure how he’d get away from them. Maybe they overheard him playing in a tavern somewhere in a town and keeps trying to “accidentally” run into him? ))

[They would tell anyone that asked that they didn't feel like people did. That they were simply a vessel that for some reason was still moving about against all odds.

That they could articulate the thoughts at all, communicate their own opinions belied those supposed facts, but they were still new to the idea of being their own person. They'd learned quickly though that their appearance might unsettle those around them, so had taken to stowing the masks they carried in a small satchel, to swathing themselves in a cloak to hide the wings on their head, or the extra set of arms.

Granted they were entirely unaware of just how uneasy a hooded figure might make another, especially when their attention focused so intently on the bard they'd seen in the tavern. Not the first they'd come across, but certainly the first to make their chest feel so tight, or that low fluttery feeling, especially when he was laughing or smiling. After doing all they could to be unremarkable to the others around them, they found they desperately wanted the stranger to pay attention to them- even if their attempts to gain attention looked to an outsider like somewhat intimidating lurking, as they grappled with what to do to catch Dorian's eye.]

[ Dorian was being followed.

He actually hadn't realized it at first until Fy'ra Rai had pointed out that a cloaked figure had been following them since near their arrival into town. And with the worry of the Nameless Ones ever looming over them, it had been a cause for some concern.

They had split up then, planning to reconvene at a later time in a different location, in hopes of shaking off whoever was pursuing them. But when he'd headed off by himself, he realized that he figure that Fy'ra had pointed out was still tailing him, and he isn't entirely sure what to do about it now.

Maybe he shouldn't wait to be confronted, and to just take the initiative himself... ]

[They weren't close enough to overhear what was said, so had no clue they'd been spotted. Surely they were doing great at blending in with the crowd! And they felt a little excited when Dorian moved off on his own- this would be an excellent time to come up and say hello, to introduce themselves.

Except it suddenly occurred to them that introductions? Required names and that wasn't something they had. This could... be a problem. They were entirely unaware that Dorian had clocked their presence, and it might be reassuring to the nervous bard that the way they hid was not that of an expert- standing behind a support beam for a building's porch, they seemed to be ascribing to the 'if I can't see them I'm hidden' school of hiding as they pondered the sudden issue, seeming almost fretful if the way their gloved hands were wringing as they peered around the beam was any hint.]

[ Well...the fact that they aren't great at hiding does make him feel a little better. The Nameless Ones that they had encountered had been better at stealth, so perhaps this figure wasn't associated with them after all.

Still, he does know that he needs to be careful. Because they're following him for a reason, even if they aren't one of the Nameless Ones. Seeing them hiding behind a post of a nearby building, Dorian ducks into an alley a little further down.

It was far enough removed where people won't notice them, so they can either talk or whatever confrontation it comes to. ]

[Oh no, where had he gone?

They almost missed him ducking into that alley, fretting a bit with their hands as they tried to decide what to do. There had to be some way to impress the bard, maybe even charm him a little. Not that they knew how to charm someone. But... they did recall seeing a girl being gifted flowers, how it had made her blush and smile. That seemed a place to start.

But a glance around showed no stalls with flowers for sale. Which might be a problem except their gaze fell on a window box full to bursting with daisies.

By the time they came into the alleyway following Dorian, they seemed much less uncertain. Perking visibly as they approached, almost brandishing a handful of daisies in their excitement, the roots still shedding bits of dirt.]

[ Dorian stands in the alley, counting in his head for a bit. He figures if someone doesn't show up after a few minutes then he could leave without a worry. And he's actually about to leave when a figure finally arrives.

On instinct, his hand goes to the axe clipped at his side, tense and ready for a fight if it came to it. But what he doesn't expect is the small bouquet of daisies, still connected to their roots, and his wariness melts to confusion. ]

...uh...?

[ He doesn't completely relax, because he's known some people who could cause some damage with flowers. But the sight of them does still throw him off guard a bit. ]

[No matter what else could be said, they were in general very patient. But as moments ticked on and Dorian didn't take the daisies, they couldn't help but feel a strange crawling sensation. The way they tilted their head, one way, then the other, was almost birdlike, and this close, Dorian would be able to see under their hood.

Not that there was much to see- just what looked like a blank, featureless white mask, marred only by a crack on the left side that had been repaired with what looked like copper in the ragged seams.

A quiet, musical sort of chiming could be heard from them as the seemed to look down at the flowers, fiddling with them in their grasp. The tones weren't words to be sure, but Dorian would feel the meaning all the same, as if it were some language he knew.]

'Are they... wrong?'

[ The gentle ring is almost musical, and being able to pull meaning from them is what finally snaps Dorian out of his confusion. He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again once he realizes that the figure hadn't actually said anything, or at least not the words that he had somehow picked up. His eyes drift to the daises again, and the gears start finally fitting together. ]

I...Sorry, are...those for me?

[ This whole thing is already strange enough, but if what he suspects is true, then he really isn't sure what to think anymore. ]

[Some of the tension seemed to leave them as Dorian put the pieces together, visible relief in their posture as they nodded in an eager sort of bob of their head. Still nervous to be sure, but at least the bard hadn't rejected their gift so far!]

Yes! For you!

[Gently their hands nudged a bit closer with the flowers, the featureless face tilting ever so slightly in a way that suggested that if there was a mouth, they would be smiling.]

[ He's still trying to wrap his mind around...all of this, but he has enough sense at the moment to at least take the flowers. ]

Ah...thank you.

[ There's just the faintest intone of his voice that makes it almost sound like a question. ]

Um...not that I'm not...grateful to receive these. Because I am! But...if I may ask...what they're for?

[ m/m; could be either side; aus welcomed ]

((he can work as either the target or the admirer!))

((better as the object of admiration because he's incredibly obvious about liking someone, unless the person he admires is thick as a whole brick wall or very unlikely to respond well for age/authority/etc reasons))