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]

It's my fault for being in the wrong place at the wrong time anyway. Besides, it's not like I was some innocent fresh-as-the-driven-snow virgin beforehand. And before you say it no, no I wouldn't say this shit about a girl but men are supposed to be stronger - we literally are, physically, it's different! [And he may be on the verge of tears, now, voice rising sharply as he speaks, because he has not processed this, has tried pushing it down and down and it just. keeps. coming up.] I could've done something.

[pummelgranite]

[ She hears that in his voice and backs off. If he'd come to hear her gospel, if they were in communion, that would be different. But he's not here as an initiate, they're just two people talking. ]

Whatever. If it fucked you up, it fucked you up.

[pale_blue_arrow]

It's not supposed to. I'm supposed to be better than that. [He pushes his eyes under his glasses, presses down hard until stars float around his not-vision, refusing to cry because he was raised better than that, damnit.] I was fifteen, teenagers are supposed to love whatever they can get if they're guys, right?

[A pause, and then, tiredly,] I need a fucking drink.

[pummelgranite]

[ She just stays silent and watches as he spirals. ]

Yeah, you really do.

[pale_blue_arrow]

D'you have anything? I got some rubbing alcohol and orange juice back at my house but I don't know if I can walk that far without deciding to go pick a fight with some schmuck right now.

[pummelgranite]

[ She does a brief look around to see that no Obvious Narcs are visibly paying attention. ]

Wine, gin, or absinthe?

[pale_blue_arrow]

Gin. Wine doesn't work with the healing factor but absinthe will fuck me up clear 'til Monday. That's the one liquor I can't hold really well. [Brokenly, he laughs, or half-laughs, really.] Wow, I must be pretty low right now if me drinking seems like an okay idea. You must think I'm garbage.

[pummelgranite]

[ She snaps the fingers of one hand, and a bottle of I Have Money brand gin falls into the other hand. She offers him the bottle. ]

I think you're in hell.

[pale_blue_arrow]

That's new. Usually people're telling me I am hell. [He takes the bottle, turning it over with mild curiosity.] Nobody back home really believes in that sorta thing. Religion's for rich people in L.A. who have trust funds and big houses and all that jazz. It's an expensive hobby, y'know?

[He takes a sip to make sure it's actually alcohol, then takes an admirable swig. Clearly, despite having just turned sixteen when he got here, he's not new to drinking.]

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh. Adults love saying that to kids who's suffering is inconvenient.


What do you believe?

[pale_blue_arrow]

I dunno. I've always believed in people, not something abstract. I don't look down my nose at people who're religious, even if they've made it a rich white person's club. I mean, if it helps them then that's good and fuck anybody who says otherwise, I just never really had a reason to think any of it was real or fake or mattered at all.

But if it is... I wanna hope that Emily and our kid are in a better place. That there's an afterlife and they're okay.