etcelsior | CONFESSIONS MEME

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CONFESSIONS MEME

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.

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You absolutely almost cried. If you weren't about to cry I wouldn't have touched your face a bunch. That would be weird.

I do not want to discuss the unlikelihood of me crying, almost or otherwise. [Because it definitely did happen.] Let's talk about you caring.

Caring about me.

Because the thing that hurt you, killed Lucifer. She died like that- betrayed by someone she trusted, hated for something she never did! She died running, and afraid. Just- just because she refused to keep her mouth shut. And yes, I obviously know I'm projecting on you, but who cares! She didn't deserve it and neither did you, even though you're both huge pricks.

But she's dead, dead and gone again, and you are still here! And you could be OK. I want to see you be OK! You're human, you don't have any kind of bullshit fate. So you shouldn't be fucked like this! You should be OK! Why can't you just get your shit together and be OK!?

Shut the hell up! You were absolutely crying!!

[It's a lot to take in. He's flabbergasted for a few mercifully silent moments, stunned by the impact, but eventually Chilton works his mouth again -- first sucking in air, and then:]

I don't know! I do not know why I cannot. I -- I want to be important, I want to be influential. I have to take risks.

[Not the whole truth. And he owes her the whole truth.]

And... I just. I like it. [Quietly, now:] I like the darker things in human nature. I want to know it.

And if I say I wasn't not crying, we will never utter anything more about it ever again!

[CRYING CHILTON.]

It's just some stupid tears. Stop being such a little bitch about this.

Also, you weren't wrong. You kind of remind me of myself, back when I was human. That's the part about you that I hate, obviously.

Well, obviously. [A long, uncomfortable sigh. There's something crucial he knows needs to be said.] I am -- sorry. About your Lucifer. Because of what was done to her, because of what she meant to you. Because of what her death is doing to you, still.

My condolences, Persephone. It isn't fair.

Cool let's never talk about this again.

[He opens his mouth. Closes it. And looks away.

No more talk of Lucifer, for now.]

Destruction allows for creation. You are She Who Destroys, you can determine more than how it all ends -- for both yourself, and others. You're special like that, correct? Different even among those who are different.

It has got to get better than this.

[ This is way too much being vulnerable. ]

Fucking obviously there's rebirth too. But that all comes after I'm gone.

Perhaps you can shape it. So what happened to you, the way it happened, that never repeats in cycle.

That's already done.

Then you've already provided for the next generation.

You are allowed to provide for yourself, at some point. Before your death, ideally.

[ She thinks many things. She thinks that this is providing for herself, providing fabulous wealth and parties and soon fame beyond anything his life of dedication and sacrifice could ever amount to and how's that for fair old man? She thinks about how this is, technically, "everything she ever wanted." Isn't that providing? She also thinks about the things that she truly wants, the people lost. The prices she had never agreed to pay.

Her genuine inability to sort her feelings is all that spares her for another uncomfortably vulnerable confession. ]

Are you actually trying to cheer me up? Stop.