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(CLOSED) VIVID & CHILL
Who: Rapunzel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
luminarie) & Jaune Arc (beaconed)
When: IC: 6/8
Where: One of those weird ViViD arenas modelled after TheHunger Thirsty Games
What: Two idiots with a thing for flirting and violence start a fight club. Because it's always the nice ones.
Rating/Warning: Upgraded yet again to P for PERFECTLY PURE (warning for handsy teenagers, blood, action, and 100% sexual tension. )
[ There's something about being held at gunpoint that gets her blood pumping and cheeks flushing like nothing else. It's freezing but she's barefoot, of course, because beneath her is a beach with black sand that feels more like hot water. Her senses are heightened and every sensation is sharp. Even when she's about to die, Rapunzel feels alive with him.
They're in Iceland, by the way. The arena is in Iceland. Just in case you were thinking it might be Iceland, you were right: it's Iceland. Yes. That's right. It's like that snow level in Inception only it's a glacier in the middle of the Atlantic in Iceland. Because apparently Iceland is pretty cool.
Anyway. She's relatively familiar with firearms by this point, though she still knows next to nothing about how to shoot most kinds. All she knows is that the gun in her face right now is, frankly, a lot like its owner: crazy, impractical, good-looking, and probably deadly despite being so pathetic.
Nice choice, Shiho! ]
Put it down, Arc. [ Rapunzel presses the blade of her spear against her teammate's throat, firm, but not so firm as to draw blood yet. ] Remember that thing I said when we met? About how I promised to never hit you?
[ She smiles and takes a step closer. ]
Please don't make me break my promise on the first level, Jaune. [ Time to draw blood? She never promised anything about blood so... maybe! ] Put the gun down.
luminarie) & Jaune Arc (beaconed)When: IC: 6/8
Where: One of those weird ViViD arenas modelled after The
What: Two idiots with a thing for flirting and violence start a fight club. Because it's always the nice ones.
Rating/Warning: Upgraded yet again to P for PERFECTLY PURE (warning for handsy teenagers, blood, action, and 100% sexual tension. )
[ There's something about being held at gunpoint that gets her blood pumping and cheeks flushing like nothing else. It's freezing but she's barefoot, of course, because beneath her is a beach with black sand that feels more like hot water. Her senses are heightened and every sensation is sharp. Even when she's about to die, Rapunzel feels alive with him.
They're in Iceland, by the way. The arena is in Iceland. Just in case you were thinking it might be Iceland, you were right: it's Iceland. Yes. That's right. It's like that snow level in Inception only it's a glacier in the middle of the Atlantic in Iceland. Because apparently Iceland is pretty cool.
Anyway. She's relatively familiar with firearms by this point, though she still knows next to nothing about how to shoot most kinds. All she knows is that the gun in her face right now is, frankly, a lot like its owner: crazy, impractical, good-looking, and probably deadly despite being so pathetic.
Nice choice, Shiho! ]
Put it down, Arc. [ Rapunzel presses the blade of her spear against her teammate's throat, firm, but not so firm as to draw blood yet. ] Remember that thing I said when we met? About how I promised to never hit you?
[ She smiles and takes a step closer. ]
Please don't make me break my promise on the first level, Jaune. [ Time to draw blood? She never promised anything about blood so... maybe! ] Put the gun down.
5/5!
H-Heh... heheh...
[ And then, what starts with a light chuckle turns into euphoria for many reasons, but mainly because this is kind of exactly how they met, isn't it? ]
sorry still 10/10 (actually 1/?)
Letting him in. He knew what to do. She'd trusted him to help her and he had. That's all there is to it.
So Rapunzel smiles, her face the colour of a tomato or several, and the laughter comes out easy and hard and fast and sudden and she can't stop. She's laughing and it hurts but at the same time, what else is there to do? He makes her laugh. Her heart is hammering and she's about to throw up and he makes her laugh. ]
So. [ This comes only when the laughter has stopped, which it does because she's forcing it down. Forcing it into her stomach with the butterflies and the nausea so she can talk to this boy she loves. This man she's always loved. ]
That was a Thing.
Done actually!
That's also when she freezes again, only this time the panic is there. Real and roaring and reminding her of who she is: sloppy, underdressed, immature, clumsy. He is going to leave her eventually and she knows it. Whether through CERES or mugging or strangling or any of the things she's imagined a hundred times. Trained herself to fight agains since coming to Cerealia. She can't stop him from dying.
But she can stop him from leaving.
Why wouldn't he?
Tears come to her eyes. She shakes her head but they remain, filling and falling to leave tracks in the blood and the dirt on her face. ]
I- I can't. You're my friend...! I don't-- I can't--
[ Lose him. ]
1/2
Or maybe she just has regrets.
Why wouldn't she? What can he give her that nobody else can? ]
I... I... I just...
2/2
He misses his cue, however, and stands up to face away from her. ]
--I'm sorry. You're right. [ She's right. She deserves better than him. ] I... I left the stove on, I-- I'm just, ah-- I-I'll see ya around, I'll-- c'mon, where is it, this is, there--
[ ANNNNNND HE LOGS OUT. ]
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[ But no. He's gone before she even realises it. Gone like the wind between her fingers.
And Rapunzel, stunned, looks down at her hands to see if there's any remnant of him there at all. ]