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Give me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

The Truth Meme

Whether by spell, curse or chemical, your character is now compelled to speak honestly about everything. There's a little wiggle room: all that matters is that all they say are true.

1) Post with your character, (you know the drill) they're now stuck speaking the truth.

2) Others tag in.

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[There's definitely going to be some angry calls to cash in storm insurance when people get up in the morning, that's for sure. But Ethan isn't thinking about Mrs. Lincoln's horror when she discovers her birdbath has been blown into the ditch across the street, or how Mrs. Snow will feel at her ancient oaks being knocked into the street.

He's thinking about the tightening coil at the base of his spine, and the heat burning hotter and hotter beneath his skin. Finally, he does get a coherent word out:]

Close.

Okay.

[She has no idea if she is, because she's never actually felt anything like this before, so she just holds on tight as more hail pelts the house.]

[It only takes a few more frantic, erratic thrusts before Ethan is spilling inside the condom, his breaths heavy and ragged. He's trying to still move, to get Lena off too, but he feels like his limbs are so heavy.]

[Oh, he's still moving. Is he supposed to still be moving after he's done? She doesn't know, but it still feels really, really good, so she keeps moving against him too. Outside it's practically a hurricane, and she knows that there's something incredible within her grasp; she just needs to reach a little farther for it.]

[He finds a second wind in Lena's matching his movements, and he feels like a wind-up toy that someone's finally wound up again. He's breathing hard and every movement is a little more difficult than the last, but he keeps moving, fingers squeezing her rear, kissing her hungrily as he pins her tighter to the wall.]

[She definitely likes that, but she can't tell him because her brain has turned to jelly, so instead she just jerks against him, feeling like she's on fire. A moment later, she's crying out into his mouth as she's hit with a wave of pleasure so intense that she completely loses control and the window shatters.]

[The wind and rain pour in, and glass flies around them, and Ethan turns as much as he can to block Lena from the glass. He clutches her to him, breathless, shaking.]

L. I need to put you down.

[She's shaking too, completely overwhelmed and unable to think clearly, though there's the vague sense that she did something with her powers and -- hey, it's all cold and wet in here. Oh.]

Okay. Sorry. I can fix it. I think.

It's okay. Just let me put you down.

[He does, pulling her close to him, ducking his head down to brush his lips against hers.]

You're incredible, L.

[She leans into him, closing her eyes as she kisses back with equal softness.]

So are you, Ethan.

[What she had wanted to say was: Not bad yourself, as a joke, but the truth Cast was still affecting her. Oh well.]

Are you okay? The glass didn't get you, did it?

Just a little.

[He has gashes along his shoulder, dripping blood down his back, but it doesn't hurt.]

Nothing Ryan can't fix once I have pants on.

[She winces in sympathy and nods.]

I'm sorry about that. I should have known I couldn't control it.

[She holds out her hand and her dress goes flying up into it.]

It's okay. It's worth it. I'd crawl through broken glass to do that again.

[He kisses her forehead.]

But if it's okay with you, I'd rather not.

I definitely don't want you doing that.

[She closes her eyes at the kiss, still feeling ripples of pleasure course through her, even after all that. Then she steps back enough to pull on her dress and once it's straight she moves to inspect the shattered glass.]

I think I can reverse the damage. Or make new glass.

[She turns to Kelt something else, but that's when she spots the blood on his back.]

Ethan! You didn't say it was that bad!

It's fine! I'm fine, really. It's just a scratch. See? A-okay.

It's not a scratch, it's a gash! Oh, nooooo...

[She covers her face with her hands and the wind blows through the broken window.]

I should have been more careful. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, L. It's okay.

[He turns, gathering her in his arms, pulling her close to him.]

I'm okay. See? I'm still here.

[She lets out a shaky breath, afraid to put her arms around him and feel the slick blood there.]

I know. I just wish I had better control so this wouldn't happen.

We'll get Ryan to heal me. It's okay, L. Promise.

[He pulls back, meeting her gaze earnestly.]

And we'll work on your control, too. Just means we'll have to keep doing that.

[Her mood lifts, and she steps back, smirking up at him.]

Well I wouldn't want to be a bother. Are you sure you want to keep doing that?

[A teenage boy saying no to sex? Not too likely.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Maybe next time we can even make it to a bed.

Hey, we could have made it to the bed this time! You said you wanted me against the wall.

Semantics.

[He kisses her - once, twice, three times, like she's a drug and he's hooked.]

Then a bed, next time.

I like the sound of that. Come on. Let's take you to see Ryan. I'll make up some convincing circumstances.

Lead on.

[He kisses her again, reaching for his shirt.]

Shouldn't be too hard, house full of Casters. There's always a reason to blow out a window.

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