Forced Honesty Meme

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Forced Honesty Meme


1) Post with your character, including name and series in the header.
2) Reply to other people asking questions ICly.
3) That character is forced to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
4) Insert 'the truth will set you free' joke here.

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HE DOESN'T GET IT. B|

[leftinbasketforfbi]

I...

[He bites his lip. He does not know what to do with this. He knows what to do with insults, but he doesn't know what to do with compliments.]

Well, I wouldn't consider myself constrained. I dabble in a lot of different disciplines when I'm not working at the BAU. [Fwoosh. Right over his head. Still defining himself with intellectual pursuits for the most part.]

Frank Archer | Fullmetal Alchemist

[determinator]

Isaac McDougal | Fullmetal Alchemist

[glaciates]

Ryuunosuke Uryuu | Fate/Zero

[greatestcool]

Logan | Fable

[decrees]

Wheatley | Portal

[brilliantideas]

for someone so smart he can be p. oblivious

[doitrockapella]

[Let's try this a different way, then. Sometimes learning needs to take many paths to finally sink in.]

What do you like to do, Dr. Reid?

[doitrockapella]

I'm glad to hear it's doing its work, at least. Even if you can't yet identify what it is it's working on.

[And, well. She can't very well let something like that go, can she? NOT HER CURIOSITY, NO SIR.]

You have migraines? Do you know what causes them?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Shit.]

I don't, actually. I've had an MRI and an fMRI, and I've had four different opinions on the scans, and all the doctors say that there's nothing physically wrong with me.

They think it's psychosomatic.

[Even when he's compelled to answer her, 'psychosomatic' comes out strangely. Like the word itself is trying to choke him when he says it.]

He maintains that he's a genius, not a people person :|

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[He blinks owlishly.] Well... a lot of different things. I like my job. I like reading. I like doing research in various fields, like mental health, mathematics, chemistry, engineering, an so on. I like magic, playing the piano, card games, teaching and taking care of my godson... Things like that.

[Oh, right, has he mentioned he has a godson?]

[doitrockapella]

But you don't think so.

[It's a statement, not a question. Rest assured.]

I'm not one to put faith in superstition, but that's because too often people let that faith inhibit them, and I refuse to be a prisoner of fear. Belief in something spiritual that benefits you rather than hindering you...that, I can understand.

But you're still afraid, aren't you?

Practice makes perfect. B)

[doitrockapella]

[Ooo, a godson. This is definitely worth probing into, and she does so with new, unmistakable interest.]

Tell me about your godson. When you set out to teach him something, is it because, as a genius, you're clearly the most qualified person for the job?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

Well, sort of. I don't want to think so. It's... at a certain point, I have to be able to admit that my refusal to accept it is because I'm afraid, not because there's an actual logical reason.

Because I am afraid. Terrified, actually. [Fucking adflgknaoer goddamn memes fgdgadfaa why can't he stop talking] They've only gotten worse, and nothing--not diet, exercise, or medication--helps. Nothing except a beaded bracelet I can't even admit to depending on out loud. [Can you tell he hates talking about this?]

[doitrockapella]

[NAH, IT ONLY SHOWS JUST A LITTLE. Memes, man.]

Why can't you admit to depending on it? What do you lose by acknowledging it helps?

What if he doesn't want to practice? :<

[leftinbasketforfbi]

Henry. His name is Henry. [Reid smiles. He's alright with discussing Henry with Carmen, and it's pretty damn clear that he loves his godson dearly.] I don't teach him because I'd be best at it; I teach him because I like to do it and he likes to learn. Even if he can't understand a lot of what I try to teach him, since he's only two years old.

[Beat.]

...Three, actually. His birthday was November 12th.

Then she will mercilessly inflict the flirts upon him anyway.

[doitrockapella]

Having said that, would you like to reexamine the question of what I could possibly like about you, if not that you're smart?

[She's had kids like that, too. Never her own, naturally, but the ones who chase her. There's no denying she does it for the fun, but there's a certain sort of pleasure in watching them keep up with her and learn from doing it, too.]

He's a lucky boy, to have you in his life. Is he reading yet?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

I lose the ability to deny that I'm having nociceptive hallucinations.

I lose the ability to pretend I'm going to be okay.

[doitrockapella]

[Oh. Eureka. Now the pieces are snapping into place.]

Because you need to have an explanation that isn't hallucinations, because the hallucinations themselves will be indicative of something else. And that's what you're really afraid of. It's not about needing a physical method of therapy over a spiritual one. It's that you need what's being treated to be something other than what you're afraid it is.

[She's not going to ask the next logical question that follows from that. She's curious, not cruel, and he's resisting this something fierce already. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have her guesses.]

...You know, that doesn't sound too bad

[leftinbasketforfbi]

...I like to teach? [It's something they have in common.

He smiles proudly, crossing his arms over his chest.] Starting to. He's the only child in his daycare who can read along during story time. [Reid, JJ, Will, and Garcia all obsessively reading to him probably helped.]

FLIRTATIOUS BARRAGE

[doitrockapella]

And I like to learn.

[There, see, now he's opening up. Excellent.]

When does he get his first Holmes novel?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[He could kiss her for not asking the next question.

Nonetheless, he is forced to give a simple] You're right.

I really, really don't want it to be what I think it is. [He doesn't want to be like his mother.]

[doitrockapella]

[He could kiss her anyway.

And that sounds like as good a place as any to attempt to divert the subject.]

A philosopher once said, "fear is a good servant but a bad master". There are some things you can't control. Fear is something you can.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Your plan is working, Carmen. Only an entire reworking of his self-image to go.]

I was thinking his fourth birthday. He'll probably want me to read it to him, but I plan on making him try to solve the mystery himself. [Yes, he has put thought into this. Because he is that into the idea of helping raise his godson. (You should have seen him when Henry was still a baby. So much cooing to be had. SO MUCH COOING.)] He's smart enough to.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[ha Reid initiating a kiss that's funny

Thank you, Carmen. He will sneak you all the cherries for changing topics.] I can control fear. I mean, I'm used to being scared of things. Working in the BAU, you deal with fear a lot. I know how to function with it.

[doitrockapella]

[Miracles do happen on occasion.

Om nom delicious fruity bribes.]

Dealing with fear and functioning with fear aren't necessarily the same thing as mastering it. And besides, the fear of something you face in the circumstances around you is a little different than facing something about yourself.