queenofwhat | memetime!

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memetime!

morning after meme

♥ usual format: you post as your character and others respond to you!

♥ the setting? wherever you want, baby. B-) A bed, a couch, somewhere out in the gardens...

♥ wait...what did you guys do last night anyway?

why does your mouth taste funny?
why are you handcuffed to the bed...
why are you wearing garter belts? (raow) where the hell did your bedmate get that nun outfit from?
why do they have a mustache penciled on their face? (go with whatever, in other words!)
the only certainty is that at some point last night, you passed out, and things are a little hazy.

♥ unless it's tame! that's okay too.

maybe nothing really happened?

♥ for those of you who play minors (i am included in this set, so i'm not calling anyone out): please keep things age appropriate!
♥ and lastly: have fun!

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[Her arms are shields, protecting her from whatever she can in this moment. It's nostalgic to her, almost. While she, too, has had a lack of a mother in her life, watching the silent tears of the girl who reminds her so much of her younger self brings up memories of her own nightmares as a child.]

[Gabrielle will never know of those things she has seen in the darkest parts of her subconscious, preying on her like a pack of wolves hungry for their game, it is the earth shattering loneliness that consumes the both of them that brings her to care for Mami, as if she were her own.]

My grandparents had a beautiful home― [A story beings, to take her mind off the images she has seen.] ―with a beautiful backyard. I spent entire evenings out there chasing fireflies as they looked like stars drifting off into the night sky. I would lay in the grass until it was time to go in, much later after it turned dark. The world seems so different when you're younger, as if everything is untouchable... nothing will break or disappear and everything stays the way it is.

[To be vulnerable is a frightening thing. It's not often that Mami can lay her feelings bare, and it's not easy; up to a point, she survived by doing the exact opposite. The tears on her cheeks, those still lingering in her eyes- they burn. More squeeze out, helplessly, as she listens.

Mami is jealous of the scene Gabrielle describes. She aches for the idealism of it, the safety, the ignorance and the subsequent bliss. No amount of time can change the unfairness of it all- that her own time to be young in that untouchable way was so short.

A noise that might be a sniffle, muted, needy despite itself.]

[The arm curls even more protectively around her―Rebecca is gone, Aya is no longer in the Garden―she, too, is lonely and vulnerable. It's not something she can truly show anyone, not even Jules, Reeve, or Mami. The past three years begin to take it's toll on her, dropping onto her like a lead weight, tiring her bones.]

One night, we'll go out into the Garden and catch some fireflies. How does that sound?

[Her grip tightens for a moment, the strength in her fingers born of desperation. Mami can't trust herself to speak and not have everything- every fear, every anxiety, every broken hope and soured dream that have built up nests within her psyche -spill out in a muffled torrent against Gabrielle's side. Such a burden....can only be carried by her. It belongs on her shoulders and no one else's.]

...mm.

[Her lips curl into a smile, but there's sadness written behind it. She wishes there were something she could do to cheer the girl up, to make her happy; her words and touches of comfort can only do so much, even though she knows that it helps. She knows that it's better than being alone, having no one there to fall on—that feeling has been within her for too long.]

[Gabrielle says nothing more, letting Mami depend on her. To silently understand that she knows how it feels.]

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memetime!

as you cry delicatingly into my side

and you tell me delicating stories

while you delicatingly sniffle

and delicatingly cling

to the delicating faux-mother