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they call me hadouken (downrightfierce) wrote in rockthatmeme,
@ 2016-01-16 13:52:00

THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH MEME

Everyone lies. Sometimes it's the little things, sometimes it's the big things, but we all do it. Whether it's something insignificant like stealing the last cookie, or hiding a part of you from someone you care about, here's your moment to be free. For whatever reason this is the moment to be a hundred percent honest, in all things.

How to Play:

Post with your character | fandom | and any preferences.
Be sure to mention any scenarios you are interested or not interested in playing.
Tag Others.
Be awesome to each other.
Have fun!

Use the RNG to help you pick or choose on your own!

PROMPTS

BY CHOICE: The truth has been weighing on you and you need to tell someone it. This is your decision and your choice, and you've accepted there will be consequences you will have to live with.
NOT BY CHOICE: Maybe you're a really honest drunk, or maybe you've been drugged. Either way, something is forcing you to come clean, even if you don't really want to.
LAST WORDS: Maybe you're dying. Or you're leaving this person for a prolonged period of time. What matters is you're being separated from someone important to you and they need to know the truth before you go.
FOUND OUT: You've been caught red-handed. They've found out your secret and confronted you about it, now it's time to face the music.
NOT YOURS TO TELL: Sometimes you find something out that's not your secret to tell - but keeping it from someone is eating you up alive. Maybe their significant other is cheating on them, they were switched at birth, whatever it is they need to know and it's fallen on you to tell them.
IN BED: Whether you're about to fall asleep, woke up from a dream, waking up in the morning or even post other bed activities, everyone is always a little more honest under the blankets.
WILDCARD: Not interested in any of the options or have an idea of your own? Do your own thing; you do you!

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fragilebones
2016-01-19 01:00 am UTC (link)

He takes her hand in his. And turns it so that he can press his lips to her knuckles. He doesn't even try to stop the tears that spill over from his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

Behind him, the fight is still going strong. For all he knows, someone else could be dying on the pavement. He doesn't care. Lydia is his entire world right now.

"Lydia," he murmurs, his voice a choked sob. His throat burns, and he wishes he was the one riddled with bullet holes. He'd gladly trade his life for hers.

"Shhh. I'm here. I'm here, Lydia. I'm right here. I love you. I love you so much." He knows she's only got a few breaths left in her. There's no coming back from multiple gunshot wounds. She's going to die right there in his arms, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He wants the last thing she knows, feels, and experiences to be beautiful. He leans in and kisses her lips. He tastes blood, but he doesn't let that get in the way.

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eunoia
2016-01-19 02:13 am UTC (link)

The way he sounds when he says her name finally tears the dry sob from the back of her throat where she's been swallowing it back for his benefit.

Deep down, she's always known that he never stopped loving her. Lydia had always been content to let it lie and never talk about it and Stiles had always seemed just as happy to do the same. But actually hearing it now when she's running rapidly out of time makes her chest ache with regret because she should've told him sooner.

Lydia can feel herself slipping away and she barely has the energy to kiss him back, but if this is goodbye, then she's not going to let that hold her back. So she pushes. She reciprocates to Stiles with every ounce of energy she has left before starting to feel herself go boneless limp in his arms. "Stiles..." she whispers with warning and her eyes open to look back up at him, her chest heaving erratically with her body's attempts to fight for another minute. The look in her eyes is one that communicates it; she can't keep holding on and she's sorry for that.

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fragilebones
2016-01-22 01:30 am UTC (link)

"Let go," he tells her. He holds her close, and he cranes his neck to lean down and kiss her lips. He kisses her nose, her eyes, her temple. "Go now, Lydia. Go and be free from the pain," he murmurs, and he has no idea if he's actually saying the words to her, or if the only sound he's actually making are the sobs that threaten to tear his throat apart.

"It's all right. I've got you. You're safe," he continues, even though it's killing him to let her go. He knows he has to, because she's going anyway, she's almost gone, and he feels like she's taking part of his soul with her.

"I've got you."

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eunoia
2016-01-22 02:07 am UTC (link)

Lydia's eyes close when he tells her to let go, tears still sliding out of them, and she reaches a weak hand up to hold his face for a second before she doesn't have the strength anymore and it falls back into her lap.

You're safe, he says and she opens her eyes back up to look at him one more time. She isn't safe; he isn't, because she's compromising it by keeping him with her because she's scared. He wouldn't leave even if she told him to, though, not now.

She manages the tiniest of nods to acknowledge that he's speaking and she hears him and her eyes slip shut as she takes in her last, shallow breath...and then, everything goes black.

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fragilebones
2016-01-23 07:42 pm UTC (link)

He feels the life slip out of her. Just like that, it's gone, she's gone. He folds himself, shielding her body with his. She's already dead, but he's not going to let any more harm come to her. He doesn't care if he dies right there beside her, because he feels like she took his heart and soul with him.

He doesn't know how long he stays there, hunched over in such an awkward position. it doesn't matter. There's no way to measure time when your best friend is dead in your arms. When someone, he doesn't even know who, touches his shoulder and tries to say something to him, he lashes out, arms flailing, screaming, wild and untamed.

And completely lost.

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