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MEME: Fuck this, I just want to roleplay

FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY
[ A MEME FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING ONE ]

➘ So, with LiveJournal fucking up big time with the comment threads you have yourself a whole list of shiny usernames and journals backed up just in-case. Until LJ cools its head, let's not let that go to waste.

➘ This is a meme created for people who are right now, just going: FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY

INSTRUCTIONS

➘ Post with your character below, listing their name and canon in the subject.
➘ Roll 1-10 RNG to roleplay out one of the scenes below or simply just tag!
➘ Roll to your hearts content, feel free to play out as many scenarios as you can.
➘ HAVE FUN WITH YOUR SHENANIGANS

SCENARIOS

01 » FIGHTING - Emotional or Physical. Your characters are not getting along. What do.
02 » DRINKING/DRUNK - Having a beer, dancing in a club, sipping some bubbly in the bathtub, being outrageously drunk.
03 » AWKWARD - Whoops. Your character just walked into something he shouldn't have.
04 » FLUFF - Walking in the rain together, pecks on the cheek, give us cavities.
05 » ROMANTIC - Play something shippy out. Mornings after, confessions, cuddles, smut, anything goes.
06 » IN YOUR SHOES/BODY SWAP - Your character wakes up to find themselves swapped in the world or the body of the person they've tagged.
07 » CONFESSIONS - Spill it. From, I've been secretly pining you forever to yes, I did eat the last poptart.
08 » 7-MINUTES IN HEAVEN - Your characters are now stuck in a closet together for seven minutes (IE, MUST BE AT LEAST 7-POSTS)
09 » CRACK - Why is there a goat in our living room?
10 » WHATEVER - PLAY ANYTHING. THIS IS WHAT THIS MEME IS ABOUT.

HAVE FUN GUYS!
FEEL FREE TO PROMOTE THE MEME OVER ON PLURK/LJ/WHEREVER. |D

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Rather. [ There remains a nagging worry that this is an elaborate joke, but he seemed so-- happy, in a way that she has never seen in him before, and despite herself, despite her best intentions, she can't shake the sense of hope that has been growing since he told her the reason for his behaviour.

It is all she wanted, is it not? To understand him better. And that with understanding could come this is not something she dared to let herself think of too often, for fear of raising her hopes, but now it seems that she need not be afraid of that any longer.

She turns her head a little, so her cheek rests against his shoulder. ]

Are you?

[ he hums. it's a deliberately non-committal response, although it doesn't quite hide the contentment at his — their — current situation. contentment is something that he'd never thought he'd have, that a kind of complacency, a stalemate of neutrality and definite non-happiness (not necessarily unhappiness in all cases, but something that was certainly not happiness) was the best he'd have to hope for, for as long as he lived. he'd never imagined, either, that he'd live for all that long; living was something that one did when they had something to look forward to, when the future wasn't a mass of bleakness. it had never been a definite wish for death, but more a lack of caring as to what happened; it hadn't seemed to matter one way or the other, after all.

now, though, it's as if all of that's changed. with a few simple words, he's realised just how much difference hope can make, the hope that maybe, after everything, he could have something approaching a happy ending — for as much as they truly exist. ]

I think I'll manage one way or another.

[ it lacks the snideness it would have held before, and is more flippant, more genuinely light-hearted, a verbal reflection of the small smile (not smirk) on his lips. ]

[ It is not the words that make her smile, but rather the way in which he says them, the tone of his voice. Once, the words would have been spoken with the intent to inflict harm -- or perhaps, she reflects with the newfound knowledge, with the intent to keep people at a distance more than anything, the infliction of pain the means rather than the end.

The Will she knew would not have liked the words she is considering. Not that he is a different person now, not truly, she doesn't think, but he put on a mask for their benefit; Tessa feels as though she will need to re-learn him, to understand him, to examine all their interactions and converations in light of what she now knows. Before, she would have kept her silence for he would not have appreciated her words. Now, she is not so certain. ]

I'm glad. [ Not merely that he'll manage with her leaning against his shoulder. Not at all. ] For you. That you are not cursed after all.

[ he stiffens slightly at her words. it's an automatic reaction and one that, as he turns to look at her, he's aware of how much he hates. he'd somehow imagined that it'd be an easy pretence to shrug off, that he'd be able to simply be the person he'd entertained thoughts of being without the curse. (not that he'd ever admit quite to what extent he'd run scenarios through his head, dreams that he wouldn't have to pretend to be the william herondale he had been. thoughts that had been followed, almost immediately, by fears that he'd been pretending for that long that it was him.)

it takes him a moment, then, to relax, to remind himself that it doesn't matter — not in a grand sense, for it still mattered to him, had mattered to him in spite of everything he'd tried — what tessa thought of him and felt for him. it was entirely her choice. what he hadn't expected, though, was that he'd be so unsure of how to react when given free agency in the truest sense of the phrase. ]

—It would be rather cruel to feel otherwise, don't you think? [ uttered softly, with the implied but it'd be no less than I deserve left unsaid. ]

[ When he freezes, even if only for the briefest moment, Tessa wishes to take the words back: it seems, then, that they were spoken prematurely and that he still does not - cannot? - appreciate them as she means them.

She wants to argue with the words he did not say, the implication loud and clear, and considers for a moment the futility of such action. Will is likely one of the few she knows that can match her when it comes to stubbornness. Regardless, she opens her mouth to argue. ]

It would be cruel to feel otherwise, certainly, but I should think that there is still a difference between a lack of cruelty, and true happiness on this account.

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