CONFESSIONS MEME

[devoutish]

1. Post a comment with your character spilling their confessions and innermost thoughts for all to see
2. Go around and comment to other characters ICly, expressing shock, awe, disgust, anger, etc.
3. Discuss, accuse, commiserate, threadjack, etc.

Comments

[pale_blue_arrow]

An' I still love my ex after she turned into a heroin dealer. So all in all I guess we're even, or close enough, anyway.

C'mon. If I'm supposed to not die here for you, you can go get help for my sake, right? Don't torture yourself. Or let yourself be tortured, I guess, just. Just, if nothing else, let me help. I don't know how but I want to. You're not a saint but you're not Satan, either, dollface.

[couldbebeautiful]

I'd call it even. [His ex is a heroin dealer, and hers is a serial killer. They're two of a kind.

Her brow creases, and she lets out a breath.] You've got a point. I hate it, but you have a point. [Because she'd asked him not to die, because she'd said he was her friend and she meant it.] I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want them to think I was a terrible person. I didn't want you to think I was a terrible person. I am, but I'm trying not to be.

So far, I've only told Jyn, and she can read minds, so.

[pale_blue_arrow]

We don't have to be the people here we used to be. I don't think you're terrible. A little fucked up, but so am I. So stop being so damn hard on yourself, alright? It won't make things better. Trust me, it doesn't bring anybody back.

[couldbebeautiful]

I know it won't. I just—don't want to lose any more people.

[A breath. Then:] I'll stop being so hard on myself if you do.

[pale_blue_arrow]

I don't wanna lose you. [Very cautiously, he takes her hand, giving her plenty of time to pull away if she wants to.]

Okay. I won't if you won't and we'll both stop torturing ourselves. But that means you gotta tell me when you need help from now on, okay? I'll be there.

[couldbebeautiful]

[Veronica smiles, a little, and instead of pulling away steps closer.]

Yeah. I'll let you know. And—you too, all right? I'm not great at comforting, but if you need any help I'll come by. [With either a croquet mallet or a slushie, depending on the situation.]

[pale_blue_arrow]

Alright. We're probably gonna fuck this up a little, here and there. But I'll try if you'll try. [He squeezes her hand, gently.] If my life has to be this fucked up, I'm glad you're along for the ride.