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TEST DRIVE MEME #38
Arrival
"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.
It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, And it seems to linger for a long time. There is nothing at all. It must be lonely. But it won’t be forever.
Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.
Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.
The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"
Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."
On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.
After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."
They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a lobby of a hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.
The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.
Stand Your Ground Curiously, every television within Hell seems to be covered with a sheet and wrapped in chains. If one listens closely at night, they'll hear murmuring coming from them. If any curious newcomer should try to remove the coverings, they will find them magically enchanted in some way that makes this impossible, however. If asked, the staff will explain that they're undergoing a cleansing to remove a curse placed upon them by evildoers. If pressed further, they'll hear talks of The Veiled Order.
But not to worry! There's plenty to do. Helluvacup needs to be rebuilt so the coffee demon and his prized hell rat on a harness and leash quit wandering the halls... the staff is rather tired of being bitten! Additionally, it feels like reality is shifting more often to showing what the pristine hotel may actually look like. It hasn't been that long since the buildings were flooded by lava and utterly destroyed. The beautiful interiors were too good to be true, and the veneer is cracking more severely now. At times, the illusion drops to the burnt out husk of a building, to rotting wood and torn, old furniture. Sometimes it's jarring enough to leave one dizzy before it simply flashes back to normal. Unfortunately, whenever these glitches occur, it is entirely possible to find one's self in an entirely different room than they meant. Wanted to grab a midnight snack? Have fun in that blood room. Wanted to take an innocent pee, minding your own business? You may accidentally walk into someone's room.
In which case, it is probably very advisable to not relieve yourself and find a more suitable area. What could possibly go wrong?
At least there does seem to be a break in the heat? Hell is an almost comfortable temperature, but there are already talks of the dreaded Fall coming soon. In Hell, Fall tends to feel more like the dead of winter, bt hopefully, there will be a skip to the usual snow and frigid temperatures.
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Reach Up High
Prompt I: WARNINGS: drills, torture, blood, lobotomy
Part of redemption is suffering, Darlings. That’s why sinners are drawn here. They will hurt, but they will also learn to become better people. One way or another.
The demons who bring sinners here have tied them quite firmly into a contraption that forces them to recline back with their heads trapped in a vice. If they look up, they’ll be able to see the whirring flash of metal from an active drill poised just overhead. They can squirm if they’d like, but it might be unsettling for the person bound behind them. Before they can vocalize any questions, they’ll hear the sound of Lucifer’s warm, soothing voice.
You have three minutes to figure it out.
Prompt II For those fortunate enough to escape the unplanned lobotomy, well, there's an easy task for you! As previously mentioned, Helluvacup and the hotel's own pool both need to be tidied up, or rebuilt in some cases. Any sinners who volunteer will be treated to free drinks and snacks, and receive appreciation from demonic staff. Plus, chipping in and helping your fellow sinners (and demons) is something God often encourages! It will be good for one sin removal overall. There will be building supplies, cleaning supplies, and anything else sinners need to push forward!
The staff also won't be put out if sinners would rather do a little bit of cleaning instead...
Besides, it's a rare opportunity to help import supplies to Hell. There are large crates of unnamed items, new furniture items, torture items, clothes, and more. There's also several boxes of nothing but pumpkin spice that veteran sinners, who know what every fall entails, may cringe at the sight of.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I WARNINGS: fire, disobedience
Speaking of pumpkin spice and torture devices... Well, sinners may find the prime opportunity for a bit of a bonfire if they're so inclined. It seems some demons are not looking forward to the months of pumpkin spice flavored foods or, well, working, really. These are young, reckless demons, but they've decided to help some of these new shipments get 'lost' by starting a large bonfire in a secluded place in Penance proper. They'll be asking sinners to help out. They'll supply the booze as they watch everything burn later!
If questioned about it, the demons will insist that it's just another part of the importing project. Everyone's trying to tell you to grab the crates and haul them somewhere, right? Into the fire is somewhere. Of course it's fine! You get points for being good little boys and girls every time you shut up and do what you're told. Why would anyone lie about that?
Perhaps it will come as a surprise, then, that anyone who participates will receive one sin added to their contract in the form of arson.
Prompt II WARNINGS: sex, aphrodisiacs, non-con, etc.
Club Penance has new shots for all to try! Eager incubi and succubi stand around with trays of them, eager to pass them off under the strobe lights and pounding music. The air is sweeter than even usual, the demons amping up the aphrodisiacs to ensure everybody has a good time, and there's plenty encouragement to get lost in the atmosphere. These shots all have a unique influence, although that part may have been left out... Oops.
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It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, And it seems to linger for a long time. There is nothing at all. It must be lonely. But it won’t be forever.
Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.
Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.
The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"
Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."
On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.
After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."
They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a lobby of a hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.
The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.
Stand Your Ground Curiously, every television within Hell seems to be covered with a sheet and wrapped in chains. If one listens closely at night, they'll hear murmuring coming from them. If any curious newcomer should try to remove the coverings, they will find them magically enchanted in some way that makes this impossible, however. If asked, the staff will explain that they're undergoing a cleansing to remove a curse placed upon them by evildoers. If pressed further, they'll hear talks of The Veiled Order.
But not to worry! There's plenty to do. Helluvacup needs to be rebuilt so the coffee demon and his prized hell rat on a harness and leash quit wandering the halls... the staff is rather tired of being bitten! Additionally, it feels like reality is shifting more often to showing what the pristine hotel may actually look like. It hasn't been that long since the buildings were flooded by lava and utterly destroyed. The beautiful interiors were too good to be true, and the veneer is cracking more severely now. At times, the illusion drops to the burnt out husk of a building, to rotting wood and torn, old furniture. Sometimes it's jarring enough to leave one dizzy before it simply flashes back to normal. Unfortunately, whenever these glitches occur, it is entirely possible to find one's self in an entirely different room than they meant. Wanted to grab a midnight snack? Have fun in that blood room. Wanted to take an innocent pee, minding your own business? You may accidentally walk into someone's room.
In which case, it is probably very advisable to not relieve yourself and find a more suitable area. What could possibly go wrong?
At least there does seem to be a break in the heat? Hell is an almost comfortable temperature, but there are already talks of the dreaded Fall coming soon. In Hell, Fall tends to feel more like the dead of winter, bt hopefully, there will be a skip to the usual snow and frigid temperatures.
.
Reach Up High
Prompt I: WARNINGS: drills, torture, blood, lobotomy
Part of redemption is suffering, Darlings. That’s why sinners are drawn here. They will hurt, but they will also learn to become better people. One way or another.
The demons who bring sinners here have tied them quite firmly into a contraption that forces them to recline back with their heads trapped in a vice. If they look up, they’ll be able to see the whirring flash of metal from an active drill poised just overhead. They can squirm if they’d like, but it might be unsettling for the person bound behind them. Before they can vocalize any questions, they’ll hear the sound of Lucifer’s warm, soothing voice.
"My dear guests, I’ve done a lot of thinking about what I can do to bring you closer together. Father often says that humans should love their fellow man. Maybe you just need some help building trust. I assure you that you’re both perfectly safe. If you stay still and chat, the drills will cause a little scratch, but nothing you can’t live through. Talk about your sins. Talk about your day. It’ll just take a few minutes before you can leave. Be nice, and whatever you do, don’t move a muscle."It’s at this point that sinners might notice that although they are rendered immobile from the waist up, their legs are free. They can push back their chairs and avoid the drills which are suddenly moving forward. But since they’re bound to someone else, pushing back will send their partner forward into their drill and surely condemn them to a messy death. If neither sinner moves, they can both survive. The drills will move close enough to tear the skin at their foreheads and perhaps scratch the skull underneath, creating a mild concussion at worst. But if the sinners were unable to make peace and stop themselves from moving, the drill is quite capable of pushing past bone and into the soft flesh of the frontal lobe. You can technically live with the kind of brain damage caused by an injury there, but do you really want to do that to your new close friend?
You have three minutes to figure it out.
Prompt II For those fortunate enough to escape the unplanned lobotomy, well, there's an easy task for you! As previously mentioned, Helluvacup and the hotel's own pool both need to be tidied up, or rebuilt in some cases. Any sinners who volunteer will be treated to free drinks and snacks, and receive appreciation from demonic staff. Plus, chipping in and helping your fellow sinners (and demons) is something God often encourages! It will be good for one sin removal overall. There will be building supplies, cleaning supplies, and anything else sinners need to push forward!
The staff also won't be put out if sinners would rather do a little bit of cleaning instead...
Besides, it's a rare opportunity to help import supplies to Hell. There are large crates of unnamed items, new furniture items, torture items, clothes, and more. There's also several boxes of nothing but pumpkin spice that veteran sinners, who know what every fall entails, may cringe at the sight of.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I WARNINGS: fire, disobedience
Speaking of pumpkin spice and torture devices... Well, sinners may find the prime opportunity for a bit of a bonfire if they're so inclined. It seems some demons are not looking forward to the months of pumpkin spice flavored foods or, well, working, really. These are young, reckless demons, but they've decided to help some of these new shipments get 'lost' by starting a large bonfire in a secluded place in Penance proper. They'll be asking sinners to help out. They'll supply the booze as they watch everything burn later!
If questioned about it, the demons will insist that it's just another part of the importing project. Everyone's trying to tell you to grab the crates and haul them somewhere, right? Into the fire is somewhere. Of course it's fine! You get points for being good little boys and girls every time you shut up and do what you're told. Why would anyone lie about that?
Perhaps it will come as a surprise, then, that anyone who participates will receive one sin added to their contract in the form of arson.
Prompt II WARNINGS: sex, aphrodisiacs, non-con, etc.
Club Penance has new shots for all to try! Eager incubi and succubi stand around with trays of them, eager to pass them off under the strobe lights and pounding music. The air is sweeter than even usual, the demons amping up the aphrodisiacs to ensure everybody has a good time, and there's plenty encouragement to get lost in the atmosphere. These shots all have a unique influence, although that part may have been left out... Oops.
Apple: Causes one to fall lust with the first person they see. They will absolutely be overwhelmed with the desire to have them and do whatever they must to receive their affections.
Cinnamon: Causes one to fall into love with the first person they see. Their heart will skip beats, they'll feel the urge to recite poetry, anything! Your love must be known.
Pumpkin: Causes one to fall out of balance. Just the perfect meet-cute, isn't it? Hopefully you won't fall into anyone in a bad mood.
Sour Apple: Causes one to fall into a rage. Ah, oops. Maybe they didn't think that one out. This one causes aggression and the need to make certain others know you're the top dog around here.
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions or sample threads.
Thanks for clicking on the TDM for the upcoming September app period! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in. This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
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"I get that... you want to protect me. You think I deserve soft and gentle things." Annie can't help it. She touches his face, cradling a cheek with a hand. He is so different from everyone else she has ever been with.
"I think I love you for that. You believe in gentleness and good... where I... I struggle with that. I know you've been through horrors I can't imagine. You're not so good at hiding that." Annie kisses his cheek softly. It is a tender move born from the love she has for him. "It's okay. I'll fall more in love with you and what you want to share with me. Just... let's try to not push each other away."
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"Are you drunk?"
She's holding a full shotglass, which indicates she's been imbibing. He takes the shot from her hand and gulps it down, planning only to judge from the burn just how alcoholic is is before his Code burns the poison away - and his mouth is full of cinnamon and his mind is reeling.
"Oh." He looks at her and sees her. His eyes slowly grow round as he cups his hand over hers on his cheek. "I have been pushing you away, haven't I?"
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Except she is drunk. Annie lights up and grins at him. "I was going to ask if you wanted one. You looked like you might."
Annie tilts her head just a bit. She isn't bothered that it has taken this long for him to figure it out. He had a lot to catch up on.
"You were trying to...I don't know. Protect my feelings? I had a bad time of things, and you... you were being sensitive." Annie kisses his cheek again, closer to his lips. "It's sweet but... I'd like it very much if my... my boyfriend didn't treat me like glass. I'm stronger than you seem to think... I just. I like having you with me. You make me feel stronger. And you were right, they were trying to break us. Well. They didn't break me."
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Boyfriend has nothing to do with C.C. Boyfriend is exactly how he feels: that fluttering breathless schoolboy attraction to a beauty that’s only grown as they’ve gotten to see beyond each other’s smiles. She’s the girl he holds hands with, the girl he whispers sweet nothings to just to see her smile like she’s doing now, exactly like she’s doing now…
“I’m such a fool.” He blurts. “I don’t know when I fell in love with you, but every fibre of my being longs to protect you from harm. Oh Annie, it’s not you that’s glass, it’s my heart that shatters into a thousand pieces at the thought of you coming to harm.”
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"I want you to not suffer too. I think..." She chuckles against him. "We were both trying so hard. We were protecting each other."
She tilts her head to look up at him. Lover. Boyfriend. The guy who makes her heart beat faster now that she can see him. She wants to marry him someday. Find a way to stay with him as long as possible. Even though she knows he will have to leave her.
"I love you too. Do... you want to leave? So we can just... be together?" No sex just hanging out.
"I wish we had movies to go watch. I could snuggle up in your lap."
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“I could read to you.” He frowned at his own words. “But my spellbooks aren’t particularly charming.”
She deserved to hear a warm tale, not about Spells With Human Flesh.
“I could tell you the fairytales of my world. I wonder, would they be the same between your earth and mine? I don’t know that about us. Annie, I want to know everything about us.”
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She wouldn't want to hear about magic. Not while trying to get him to just talk. He might fumble if it's about magic since it's a kind of awkward subject.
"We could tell each other our favorite fairy tales from when we were kids." She smiles brightly. "It's a good way to get to know each other better.... I know you like figuring me out. Like I'm a puzzle."
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There’s still so much they don’t know about each other but she already knows his heart. In a fit of absolute fondness he bands and slips his arms under her armpits, lifting her off her feet to give her a twirl. She’s so sweet, she’s so empathetic, she makes him giddy to be around and he wants to hold her forever.
But physical reality swiftly sets in - spinning her round on tiptoes, even with the help of those spiked heels, is a wobbly affair. He sets her down with a breathless giggle and his eyes are bright with his affection.
“Let’s go, beloved.”
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"I can't wait to share stories. There's... There's one I want to save for October," she tells him with a smile. "It's spooky, and I love a good ghost story... takes place in the region I grew up in."
Sleepy Hallow is a classic. She should also see about introducing him to Poe. That will be such a treat to share. "I wonder if there's rooms with cozy fireplaces...? It would be romantic."
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He wants to gaze into her sweet face all night, cherishing every little detail of her. He compromises by wrapping his arm about her shoulder so they can walk side by side, an obstacle barely paying attention to the world outside their bubble.
“There’s a poem in my world I just can’t stop thinking of when I see you:”
He leans down to recite for her
“An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.”
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"That's beautiful." She smiles up at him as they walk. "I don't recognize the poet.... unfortunately, I was never a big romance fan. I like spooky things."
Emily Dickinson. He wouldn't know her.
"Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—"
It felt like something better than Poe. Edgar Allan Poe, in Annie's opinion, is just too dramatic for what she wants.
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“And yet you read those romance novels from the library? I’m surprised!”
Her love for the macabre is another charming little facet on the many-planed jewel of her soul - there’s nothing about her that’s simple or shallow or easily assumed. Every time he looks deeply into her, he sees something entirely new reflected out.
Together they walked out, his arm about her shoulder, in no hurry at all because why hurry when he has the chance to walk by her? Even the most mundane of action glows with a new contentment with her under his arm.
“I feel for you far too fast.” He says simply, because it feels so right to do so. “so fast I was in denial - I’ve never been one for sudden crushes. But you, my Annie, you’ve made this torture worthwhile. I’d rather be in Hell with you than back on earth having never known you.”
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She can't get over how they work together. He is older than her, but sometimes she forgets. He doesn't act like she expects a thirty-year-old to. Annie supposes being immortal and probably traumatized by war did a number on him.
"It takes time for me too." She doesn't know why this is so easy. "Usually it takes me weeks. I crush on people easily. People are interesting, and I guess I love them for it.... I thought I might fall in love with you. I knew it was possible. You're very charming. And...You made the things in my head quite down. I felt like I was myself again. There's still so much I want to tell you. We have time."
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Weeks? You’re far more aware of your feelings than I - though maybe this is just how it should be. You’re teaching me, Annie, just what a natural love looks like.
[ The bonfire’s still burning and it reeks of spice - but that matters little compared to the way the firelight catches on her skin and hair. She’s so pale she’s blazing right now and he can’t help it, he has to stop and catch her cheek in her hand and kiss her as the demons and arsonists hoot and dance and heckle.
He could stay like this his entire life ]
Why didn’t I meet you when I was seventeen? [ Before the war, before the Geass, before he decided to live a life apart from humanity ] I would have been all yours
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She nearly spoons when he kisses her. The dress that she wire to go clubbing in leaves her chilled in the night air but with the fire and his sweet kiss Annie feels warm. Drunk too but on his love mostly.
"Do you think so?" She touches his cheek gingerly. He looks like something out of a dream.
"I think I would have been smitten right away.... maybe we would have gotten married right after high-school. We would have everything together."
She reaches for his hand. "Come on, hold me. We'll tell stories, not whisper fantasies in the dark. We're here now. We can soothe the hurts of the past and move to a happy future."
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His sweet Annie, he could hold her forever. He runs his hands over her lovely back, pliant where he’s only bony, then pauses, frowning.
“You’re cold.” Quickly he lets go of her to swirl his long coat off his own body and around her shoulders in one graceful swoop. On him the garment comes down to his ankles - on her it’s piddling onto the floor, but he doesn’t even wince at the muck, not when he can keep her warm.
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"I'll be fine, just hold me...." She trails off and gives a laugh. "L.L, you could have just held me closer. I wouldn't have minded sharing body heat."
She pulls him so that she can kiss him. "I love you. I... I kind of feel like even if we had forever, it wouldn't be enough. There's so much I'd love sharing with you."
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He silent after she reinterprets his words. Is he asking that? Is he allowed to ask that? They've known each other for such a short time... but why does it feel so right?
It's that kiss that decides him, for it warms him all the way to his toes in a way that's not lust but something he'd be happy to sink into for eternity. As they break apart he sinks to the floor on one knee, looking up at her with wide adoring eyes that reflect the firelight.
"Annie Dyer," He takes hold of her hand in both of his own, cradling it gently, "Will you marry me? Here and now? Annie, I only intended to exist here, but you make me live. I want to be the one to always make you smile.
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"Yes. I love you and... and I want a future where we can be happy together," she tells him. She looks at him with delight.
"Let's go to the chapel. I bet they have things we can borrow. We'll exchange vows tonight."
It feels right. They can be together and find a way to save everyone. Maybe one day they can get to C.C and Annie can get her darling to make C.C happy too. Another wedding for the real Queen. Annie already wants it for L.L and his first love.
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“You deserve to covered in silk and gold.” He can see her now in his mind’s eye, her beauty only enhanced by a sumptuous dress. “You deserve to have every person here lining up to watch you wed. Are you sure you want to give that up?”
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She is at least aware enough to see that a club dress isn't something to get married in. "Something more... high class. I was going to dance the night away in this."
There had been other motives too. Annie had wanted someone to notice her. Obviously that worked because her darling L.L had seen her. "Actually. I never imagined myself getting married. I have no idea what I'd like to wear. Something white? No lace, but I do like ribbons.... I think I have something in my closet."
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He grins hard and pulls away from her, already knowing what he can do. He has the fabric, the sewing machine and her as his muse - he’ll be able to whip up a train for her dress before the bight grows too old.
“Go put the dress on, love.” Oh, but to draw away from her is hard. He must, for she deserves his gifts. “And meet me in my suite. You’ll be the bride you deserve to be.”
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"I'll do the dove gray dress. With the lovely cap sleeves," Annie tells him. It has lovely embroidery on it and Annie had been saving it for a fancy party thinking that she would need to blend in.
Instead this would be her bride's dress. Annie loves it because she wants him to see her looking pretty. Annie also plans to do her hair up so that the parts that curls fall down in soft waves.
"I'll see you soon, my beloved." Annie offers him a quick kiss before she leaves him.
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There he fetched the bolt of fabric she most deserved, the shimmering silver organza. It would have been lovelier if it had been pure silk rather than polyester, but what he had would have to do.
And then, in his rush to his sewing machine to begin working on her train, his heel slips out from under his, wrenching all of a sudden to one side sending him tumbling to the floor. He lies there, breathing heavily and waiting for the pain to pass -
And the pain passes
And the bubbling warm glee filling him passes
And he realises he’d been drugged with something so much more insidious than the usual lust drugs.
He lies there for a while, face pressing into the floor as he groans at how fucked the whole situation is. Is the poison meant to be short-acting or long-term? Is it permanent? If he breaks Annie’s heart by refusing marriage, will that pain remain once the poison wears off?
One thing he knows is that there’s no way he can marry her. Sleep with her, yes, romance her and call her his concubine, yes, but to make a formal promise would be a betrayal of C.C.
He needs to play this smart. He levers himself off his floor and grabs his design book, slipping out to the common room to await Annie’s arrival.
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Her club makeup had basn cleaned off and she looks fresh faced and happier now. Something about it is much simpler and goes with her scales. To finish off the look she is in a beautiful gray dress.
She looks briefly surprised by him carrying a sketch book. Annie pauses and gives him a glowing smile of appreciation. He's clearly putting thought into this.
"You look so serious." She offers him a dimpled smile. "Do you want to go over some details?"
The spell has yet to fade from Annie. Here she is at her most truly affectionate. L.L will have to be very clever.
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CW: human sacrifice talk
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