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faderift2019-05-15 11:04 am
faderifting) wrote in faderift2019-05-15 11:04 am
Entry tags:
- ! open,
- alexandrie d'asgard,
- bastien,
- benedict quintus artemaeus,
- darras rivain,
- isaac,
- julius,
- kostos averesch,
- matthias,
- nell voss,
- wysteria de foncé,
- yseult,
- { anders },
- { athessa },
- { charles vane },
- { ilias fabria },
- { kenna carrow },
- { lakshmi bai },
- { leander },
- { magni an forleif o talonhold },
- { thor }
EVENT: TRUTH BOMB
WHO: Anyone
WHAT: TRUTH BOMB
WHEN: Bloomingtide 15-17
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC information. Use appropriate content warnings in your subject lines, please.
WHAT: TRUTH BOMB
WHEN: Bloomingtide 15-17
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC information. Use appropriate content warnings in your subject lines, please.
It’s an ordinary day—so not a very pleasant one. The weather is dreary and muggy, and the day’s lunch is a soup that’s a little too watery and bland. The griffons are being their usual level of noisy and swoopy. The work is its usual level of urgent and difficult.
But in the storage rooms, something wiggles. Then it hums. Then it pops.
Outside of the storage room, there’s no actual sound, no shift in the wind, and no visible sign of a change. But the pop might be felt—like the moment something finally clicks, or two ideas suddenly fit together, except the opposite. In the heads of everyone in the fortress, something is suddenly not connected quite right.
The first sign of what’s gone wrong is that someone immediately stands up and tells the cook how bad the soup is.
A lot of people’s days are about to get exponentially worse.
But in the storage rooms, something wiggles. Then it hums. Then it pops.
Outside of the storage room, there’s no actual sound, no shift in the wind, and no visible sign of a change. But the pop might be felt—like the moment something finally clicks, or two ideas suddenly fit together, except the opposite. In the heads of everyone in the fortress, something is suddenly not connected quite right.
The first sign of what’s gone wrong is that someone immediately stands up and tells the cook how bad the soup is.
A lot of people’s days are about to get exponentially worse.
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"Oh is that-- a bit of fun, is that all it was about," he says, amused but not mocking, his posture immediately slackening with a toss of his head that seems almost tailor-made to be charming. "A bit of fun, I think we can manage that."
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"That's all it was about," he confirms with a blush. He feels giddy. Apparently Anders was right, and it was worth trying. Benedict wasn't repulsed by him, just confused. He covers his face with his hands briefly before laughing again and tossing a smile at Benedict. "I'm sorry it was so... I've never actually done anything like this, it just hap--"
He cuts himself off, smile turning into a wince as he suppresses a sudden flow of truth. This isn't the time, if there ever should be a time.
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He doesn't seem too saddened or even bothered at all by the fact-- it's just the way life is.
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Another small wince. This is an awkward way to sort things out, but it works.
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"Well, not stupid, considering I didn't know anything about your situation. Which, why is it anyone's business, anyway? You can marry your woman and make a lot of babies, so what's it matter if you've someone on the side? Isn't that what nobs do all the time?"
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"Well... probably," he mutters, "but... appearances are important, and... and like I said, people talk." The smugness slowly evaporates from his face, leaving behind a boyish uncertainty.
"I was told to keep it behind closed doors or that's where I'd stay." There's a slight puzzlement to the statement, as if he's only realizing now that it's a cruel thing to tell someone.
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The compulsion grows heavier. Maybe now isn’t a bad time? Maybe it would make Benedict feel a little less self-conscious. Or it could scare him off entirely. Left to his own devices, Colin would much rather comfort Benedict and let him talk about whatever issues he needs. He tries to find some halfway point.
“You don’t have to worry about any of that with me. Whatever you need, I can work with. Maker knows I have things you’ll need to work with.”
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Seemingly intent on getting the focus off himself, he changes tacks. "What things?"
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“I, um. My only, ah, experiences with sex? Have been...cruel.”
Not really sex at all, some would say, but that’s merely a method of soothing or dismissing the experience, which is nonetheless impactful on any attempt at real sex.
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Benedict can tell that Colin is referring to something somewhat beyond his understanding: he knows what he means, on a basic level, but has never experienced anything like it or, as far as he knows, been close to anyone who has.
Momentarily at a loss, he looks at the ground, struggling for something to say. "...well that's no good."
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There’s some hope, he guesses, in that Benedict hasn’t bolted for the door yet. But a bit of fun might seem now misleading to him, now that he knows there is some baggage to consider.
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"I mean," he offers in return, "I've never actually--"
An awkward pause follows as he clamps down on what was nearly (as far as he's concerned) an overshare, but the compulsion remains to finish the sentence. "...like really... done the thing."
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“What, really?” It’s not a judgment. If anything, it’s a bit of a relief to know he’s not going into this with as much of a handicap as he believed. “With anyone, or just with a man?”
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"...anyone," he says, in a mumble. "Other than, you know. Fooling around."
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The smile remains beneath eyes that are suddenly intensely anxious. "Well goodbye," he says quickly, and gets up to abscond before Colin or anyone else can formulate commentary.
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