as stolen from bakerstreet 1. post with your character--name, fandom and any particular preferences go in the subject line as usual. 2. you can either roll or pick a scenario (or scenarios!) from the list or leave your comment blank. 3. reply to people! 4. Have fun and be mindful of your partner's preferences.
OPTIONS:
1. games: from classic ring toss to the shooting gallery, here's your chance to win a prize for yourself or for that special someone. Some say the games at a carnival are rigged, but maybe, just maybe, you'll get lucky!
2. food and drink: the sweet smell of funnel cake and the familiar briny aroma of popcorn draw you over to the food and drink tent. there's cotton candy, candied nuts, and cheep booze, all here for your enjoyment.
3. classic rides: the carousel, the ferris wheel. all carnivals need these classic rides for kids and adults who aren't looking for the excitement of the faster-paced rides. snuggle close to your partner and see if you can see your house from the top of the wheel.
4. something more exciting: this is for thrill-seekers. here you'll find the tilt-a-whirl, the gravitron, the screamin' swing--all the rides designed to make you lose your lunch. hope you didn't have too much cotton candy!
5. freakshow: do they really have a bearded lady in that tent? it's time to find out. buy a ticket and see the greatest oddities the world has to offer.
6. tunnel of love: or perhaps tunnel of mild boredom. the red-tinted lights and quasi-romantic music are meant to make this ride a great makeout spot, if the chemistry is there.
7. hall of mirrors: you and your partner entered, thinking it would be easy to get out again, but dead ends abound in this wacky mirror-maze, and each mirror seems to show a more and more distorted image of each of you.
8. fortune teller: whether one of the creepy machines or the even creepier women dressed up in a culturally insensitive costume, you cross someone's palms with silver and get your future told. will it be happiness forever with your partner, or will ill tidings be bound your way? optional: use to get your fortune!
9. wildcard!: i know i forgot something, probably several somethings, so here's your wildcard for whatever else you can fit into this meme.
When they reach the final mirror Justine self-consciously touches her throat. There's not a mark on her, even the soreness has vanished, but still she keeps expecting to feel something there. Either something gradually tightening around her neck or the slightly weight of a pendent...which is entirely silly because she rarely wears necklaces at all.
Suddenly she doesn't like how confining her hoodie feels. She pulls it off over her head, surprisingly relieved to see her own reflection still staring back at her. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah..." he says, quiet. What else can he really say. What does a person say after witnessing a demon version of themself killing the demon version of their girlfriend? How does a person make up for that? The dark part of him whispers, What keeps him from being that?
With her at his side, hand in his, they finally find the exit. He says, "Let's go find the kids."
"Yeah, sounds good." Justine moves toward the exit door, giving his arm a gentle tug before pausing. She turns to him, her face a mixture of thoughtful and...searching? She studies his face carefully, blue-green eyes darting over his features like she's looking for something, any sort of hint of the monster she'd seen in the mirror that had been so alien but familiar at the same time in her boyfriend's face. She finds none.
"Hey," She touches his cheek, runs her thumb under his eye as lightly as she can. "Love you, asshole."
She looks at him and his heart pounds just a little. It's always been a risk he faced, "you look like your old man, kid", "you look your mother did, wherever did she go", and he knew Gamzee might get the same "You and your brother, so alike", one day. He kind of hoped he'd never have to worry about looking like himself. He wasn't the monster and he didn't have to be. She wouldn't ask him to be.
He stares back into her eyes, such a beautiful blue. The blue of a shallow ocean, somewhere tropic. He cups her face and kisses her hard. He's not sure if he just thinks it, or if he breathes it into here ear. "Beloved, mine." But the words at least are true.
And they step back out into the world of the carnival.
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Suddenly she doesn't like how confining her hoodie feels. She pulls it off over her head, surprisingly relieved to see her own reflection still staring back at her. "Are you ready?"
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With her at his side, hand in his, they finally find the exit. He says, "Let's go find the kids."
And then thinks, maybe he already has the answer.
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"Hey," She touches his cheek, runs her thumb under his eye as lightly as she can. "Love you, asshole."
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He stares back into her eyes, such a beautiful blue. The blue of a shallow ocean, somewhere tropic. He cups her face and kisses her hard. He's not sure if he just thinks it, or if he breathes it into here ear. "Beloved, mine." But the words at least are true.
And they step back out into the world of the carnival.