I Am Still So Not Over This Game, Apparently
Well, look, what's the point of having a new fannish obsession eating your brain if you can't at least get some fills for a neglected bingo card out of it?
So. Yeah. Have one of those!
Title: Detective, Interrogate Thyself
Fandom: Disco Elysium
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Kim, featuring Harry and some of the voices in Harry's head.
Summary: It's time for a confession.
Rating/Warnings: PG for some sexual references.
Length: ~400 words
Author's Note: Written for Gen Prompt Bingo, for the prompt "confessions." Also, see additional notes at the end, because I couldn't resist.
Detective, Interrogate Thyself
You can do this, logic tells you. You are good at confessions. They call you "the can opener" for a reason. You open people up, you extract their truth, and you lay it out for the world to see. Even in the short period you can remember, you have seen ample empirical evidence of this. And if you can do it with hostile suspects then, logically, it should be easy to do it with yourself. Especially since this is something you want to confess.
Do you? A whisper carried on a wave of adrenaline rises from a shadowy place in your mind. It's dangerous. He could rip what's left of your heart out and throw it at your feet. He could do it with one laugh, with one look of revulsion. And then where will you be? Alone. Abandoned and alone. You should run. Run now. Or else hurt him first, drive him away, before he can see the truth in your eyes.
No, says empathy. There is no danger here. Even if he rejects you, he will not reject you. Whatever form it may or may not take, however awkward he may be about expressing it, he cares about you. You do not disgust him.
If it were possible for anything you do to make him run away from you for good, says the voice of logic, he would have been halfway to Graad five minutes after he met you.
Do it! shrieks the endless, sizzling want that zips like lightning between your neurons. Do it, do it! You never let us have any fun anymore. Tell him you want to have some fun with him. Buttoned-up guy like that, he's probably a freak between the sheets, once you get him to cut loose. You have got to find out. I bet he can show you all the homo-sexual ropes. Maybe with actual rope!
Okay, then. Looks like three out of the four voices currently in your head agree. Even if you're going to try very hard to ignore that last one right now. Well, what the hell. You've made harder decisions with less internal cooperation. Some of them have even worked out.
You straighten your tie, and roll the dice, and offer the lieutenant your confession.
Additional End Note: I like to think a success gets you a brief and awkward but kind of sweet discussion of feelings ("I mean I like you like you") and a date for coffee, but a failure comes out as "I want to make fuck with you," and Kim just looks at you for a long moment and then says, "okay."
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So. Yeah. Have one of those!
Title: Detective, Interrogate Thyself
Fandom: Disco Elysium
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Kim, featuring Harry and some of the voices in Harry's head.
Summary: It's time for a confession.
Rating/Warnings: PG for some sexual references.
Length: ~400 words
Author's Note: Written for Gen Prompt Bingo, for the prompt "confessions." Also, see additional notes at the end, because I couldn't resist.
Detective, Interrogate Thyself
You can do this, logic tells you. You are good at confessions. They call you "the can opener" for a reason. You open people up, you extract their truth, and you lay it out for the world to see. Even in the short period you can remember, you have seen ample empirical evidence of this. And if you can do it with hostile suspects then, logically, it should be easy to do it with yourself. Especially since this is something you want to confess.
Do you? A whisper carried on a wave of adrenaline rises from a shadowy place in your mind. It's dangerous. He could rip what's left of your heart out and throw it at your feet. He could do it with one laugh, with one look of revulsion. And then where will you be? Alone. Abandoned and alone. You should run. Run now. Or else hurt him first, drive him away, before he can see the truth in your eyes.
No, says empathy. There is no danger here. Even if he rejects you, he will not reject you. Whatever form it may or may not take, however awkward he may be about expressing it, he cares about you. You do not disgust him.
If it were possible for anything you do to make him run away from you for good, says the voice of logic, he would have been halfway to Graad five minutes after he met you.
Do it! shrieks the endless, sizzling want that zips like lightning between your neurons. Do it, do it! You never let us have any fun anymore. Tell him you want to have some fun with him. Buttoned-up guy like that, he's probably a freak between the sheets, once you get him to cut loose. You have got to find out. I bet he can show you all the homo-sexual ropes. Maybe with actual rope!
Okay, then. Looks like three out of the four voices currently in your head agree. Even if you're going to try very hard to ignore that last one right now. Well, what the hell. You've made harder decisions with less internal cooperation. Some of them have even worked out.
You straighten your tie, and roll the dice, and offer the lieutenant your confession.
Additional End Note: I like to think a success gets you a brief and awkward but kind of sweet discussion of feelings ("I mean I like you like you") and a date for coffee, but a failure comes out as "I want to make fuck with you," and Kim just looks at you for a long moment and then says, "okay."
This entry was originally posted at https://astrogirl.dreamwidth.org/1012911.html. Comment here or there, whichever you like.