IC Speed Dating Meme

[fairbrook]

IC Speed Dating Meme

Rules:
1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences.
2. Tag to others.
3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments]
4. Have fun.

Comments

ic speed dating meme more like nothing can ever go right with anyone meme

[rube]

[his hands shoot to cover his ears when it starts, and it feels like they're going to bleed, right then and there, and maybe they do. he tastes copper in his mouth, feels it soak his throat.

with one swift movement he doesn't even think about, he gathers the strength to reach forward and cover her lips with a hand, placing his other on her shoulder.]

Stop!

[there's an immediate calm in the air, as if everything's stopped. his heartbeat is calm; he's trying to help her. her scream isn't even an issue to him anymore.]

We Are All Fucked Up: The Meme

[amplified]

( lydia's eyes go wide for a split second because the contact is enough to startle her, especially coming from him. but what's more surprising is the fact that her voice quiets immediately, and she feels the whispers subsiding. she searches his face, because no one has ever been able to do anything like that. she brings one of her hands up to rest against the wrist attached to the hand clamped over her mouth. she breathes in through her nose, but it's like a little wisp. more like a sigh than a gasp. )

no one expected this: the meme

[rube]

[gently and slowly, ben lets her go, making sure she's not going to scream even more (that was awful and he never wants to experience that again) and lowers his hands to his sides. he seems to have calmed down a bit, too.]

You ain't gonna start up again, right?

[he has to double check.]

where's the eleventh doctor when we need him

[amplified]

( she loosens her grip on his wrist, dropping her hand to the side, and she gives him an indignant look, tinged with something that almost looks like hurt. )

How did you do that? ( her voice is barely more than a whisper and her eyes are glassy, because what the fuck just happened? )

i think we're on our own w this one

[rube]

[he just offers another simple shake of his head. he doesn't really know, either. it just happens.

but he acts like he doesn't know what she's talking about. he wants to snake his way out of this conversation and leave.]

Do what?

warning danger will robinson

[amplified]

Oh no. No, you don't. You don't get to just - pretend like you didn't just make that stop. Nobody, nobody has ever been able to make it stop. Ever. Not even my closest friends. So you're going to stop being a jerk about it and tell me how you just stopped a Banshee from wailing. Right now. ( arms folded over chest, scowl, loud pouty woman face, all the best traits of angry single white female. )

abandon ship

[rube]

[ben looks at a loss, shifting from one foot to the other. no one has ever really questioned him, just told him a million 'thank yous' or tried to get a good grope of him, as if that would save them from their troubles.

he contemplates just walking away, but he doesn't doubt she'd stop him, or follow him.]

I wasn't lyin' when I said I didn't know.

[now it's his turn to be miffed.]

Don't you be callin' me no jerk. Just 'cos you're pretty don't mean you can get away with anything you want. I don't owe you nothin'.

walks the plank quietly

[amplified]

( ben has run into entirely the wrong girl, then. poor unfortunate soul. all questions all the time. always looking for answers, to know more... yep. he's boned. )

That's an incredible gift. I could help you figure out what it is, if you want.

( OH BUT THEN HE'S REALLY INSULTING. sort of. backwards compliment. there is a moment of almost pleased surprise, though, and she's distracted by the words 'you're pretty'. )

You think I'm pr-- ( NO LYDIA STAY YOUR COURSE. ) - It has nothing to do with whether I'm pretty or not. Of course you don't owe me anything. But I think we could help each other. Clearly there's something different about you. You're something. And I don't think you owe me anything, but I think if you were a little bit less obtuse, you might have better luck understanding your abilities, and what you're supposed to do with them. ( she starts out strong, definitely still angry, but her tone grows gentler as she proceeds. he's a time bomb of emotions. )

follows :c

[rube]

[at her offer, he takes a step back.]

No.

[he doesn't want help, doesn't want to face what he's supposedly meant to do with his gift, whatever it was. she's almost a more pushy version of management, and the way she's talking to him sends him reeling back to the day he killed lodz.]

Not today.

[he holds his hands up, as if he's telling her to stop, and takes another step away. he's done-- this is too much for him to take in, and he needs a break, needs time to think. he turns on his heel and walks away without looking back.]