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[pianokeys]

the FML! meme

Step 1 ∙ Your characters are suddenly compelled to share with the world why their life sucks
so much. Have them write about it in the comments!

Step 2 ∙ Respond to other character's confessions

step 3 ∙ ic drama??? angst???

Simple as that!

 

nabbed from adddictions 

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[tapestodiane]

<sub>[She thinks it's destructive. It strikes him with that touch, with what she's saying. But he's not trying to make himself crumble. He's trying to push forward.]

[He can't let them go. They're his mistakes and they haunt him in an almost literal sense. It doesn't stop. It's there in the light prickling of his skin whenever there's something odd and that same feeling was found with his mother and Caroline and so many others. It's there. He's constantly reminded.]

[And if not by that, then by nightmares. Or by things, entities, telling him about them.]

[He averts his eyes for a moment before he looks back. It's not distance he's creating. Just a little space in his ever-crowded mind.]</sub>

I don't wonder.

_{[This is true, actually, even if it takes him a little while to say.]}

I just regret.

[doitrockapella]

Regret is like ambition. Either you control it, or it controls you.

[She moves forward just enough to close the distance, carefully puts her arms around him, and just holds him.

She knows how to stand on her own two feet, she thinks as she catches her hat by its brim and lets it fall to the wayside, clearing that last obstruction so she can touch her forehead softly, gently to his. She doesn't need him, and it's strange to think that maybe, that's really what he needs most.]

It doesn't matter how long it takes for you to let go of it. Until the day you can, I won't let go of you.

[tapestodiane]

<sub>[He returns the embrace without really thinking about it. It's when she's touching her forehead to his like that that he realizes exactly what this particular one means and he lets himself draw comfort from it. His eyes fall from hers to her lips and he watches her speak those next few words with a slightly bowed head; a slow, silent nod.]

[He usually doesn't realize until people say these kind of things how much he does need to hear them.]

[It's getting to him in a place he's usually not very aware of. She can probably tell, just by the way he looks up at her again, mixed emotion in his eyes. He's quiet when he thanks her. It would be a murmur, if it wasn't so articulate.]</sub>

That means a lot, Carmen. Thank you.

[doitrockapella]

The best way you can thank me is by listening to it.

[It's gentle, careful, but still with a certain conviction to it that can't be denied or mistaken. And maybe this is a flaw of hers, as well, that she can't simply leave this alone the way she left his fear of birds alone, accepting that it defied reason but it was simply so and that was that. But this, the martyring, the guilt...she's seen this before, and she couldn't leave it alone that time, either.]

It's about time someone let you lean on them for a change.

[tapestodiane]

_{[He smiles for a very short second, not dissimilar to the way people smile defensively when they're not sure what else to do - but not quite that, still. He kisses her and then hugs her closer and he can't promise her that he won't change; but he doesn't argue.]}