002; elevator of forced honesty

[memefox]

elevator of forced honesty

» POST: a top level for your character(s) » RESPOND: to other characters ICly. your characters are now trapped in an elevator together. » UH OH: neither character can lie. » ADDITIONAL, OPTIONAL COMPLICATIONS: at player discretion characters may also... a. be unable to remain silent when asked questions b. be unable to speak around the truth when answering c. be compelled to reveal truths/secrets unprompted THE POWER OF THE ELEVATOR COMPELS YOU.

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[threatenwithcuteness]

...Viking family politics is hardcore, and weird.

*She sags a little at the touch because, you know, letting people know her weaknesses.*

Mom left, two guys I really liked both picked someone else after I told them I loved them, my friends generally don't get when I need them and do stupid things. Letha... did to Winter what mom did to me. It gets hard not to be afraid of it.

People leaving hurts. A lot.

[ragnarsson]

Tell me about it. I thought for sure one of my brothers was going to kill him. I was the only one that didn't want to. [Surprisingly, given how often Ivar tends to have a knee-jerk reaction of wanting to kill everything.] Then Ubbe steps up and hugs him instead. There was something in my father that made it easy to forget when you mad at him. He had that kind of charisma.

[Shit, she's got the same exact problems that he does.]

Everyone I've ever loved has left me. My father died, my mother was killed because I wasn't there to protect, Letha left after I told her I loved her. No one's ever wanted me around.

[He grasps her hand in his.]

But I'm not going to leave you. No matter what.

[threatenwithcuteness]

That'd be a neat trick to have. Although I just try not to have people get mad at me, if I can avoid it.

*There's something poetic and highly improbable about a blue haired fashionista and a viking having the exact same problem. Mostly it's just really goddamn weird.*

I don't even get to pretend I could do anything about people leaving me. But... Letha leaving was her, and her weird victorian necromancer bullshit. That's not your fault.

*She looks down at his hand on her's. It's weird but good, nowhere near normal, but good.*

I hope you can actually keep that. But this place has a habit of messing with things. Just... as friends? I'm really not okay with the choking thing.

*Sorry that's just where her head goes every time. Cause Dolores was okay with some weird shit.*

[ragnarsson]

Sure as hell feels like it. She only did after I told her I loved her and after we--

[He pauses and doesn't go on, too embarrassed to admit he'd been living with a woman for months without sleeping with her. That'd be a prime source of derision back home.]

--It doesn't matter. It felt like she left because I did something wrong.

[Her mention of choking gets the ghost of a smile on his face.]

Friends works. I'm not interested in more with you.

[threatenwithcuteness]

Yeah, but... she ran off to your world, that means it can't really be you right? I mean if I was from a world of weird dead powers I'd never want to go back.

*Lola's pretty sure that Ivar just avoided saying 'because they had sex' because, well, it made sense. That's how it happened for her. She told Miles and then they did it and then Miles went back to his boyfriend.*

She had a lot of her, high born bloodline stuff she kept focusing on. I think... it was more Winter than you. Babies are terrifying.

[ragnarsson]

That's something I'll never forgive her for. Bad enough to leave me, but to leave her own daughter? How could she do something so selfish?

[The sides of his wheelchair creak as he grips them hard. If they were made of glass, they'd have shattered by now.]

If I ever see her again, the least I'll do is break her jaw.