308. FIRSTS MEME

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FIRST TIME MEME

It's your first time! Whether it's first kiss, first date, or even your first child, your character will be plunged into the nervous or terrifying experience that is their first time.

The list:
1. First kiss. Pucker up!
2. First date. Who's paying? Dinner and a movie, or a night under the stars in the back of your

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Sometimes I do good.

[diemwnt]

[Of course he wanders near the Diamonds' stables. Mel and Sydney are important members of his universe, important enough the he frequently slips down from the castle to visit them. He always walks back slowly, enjoying in private the calm that visiting his friend and the lamb always brings to his soul. It's not a quiet he gets much these days--he'd never admit it, of course, but he does cherish it

[diemwnt]

[It's the snapping of tension. Much though the way of things was to push down, push down, push down and let the hurt and anger stew in a private silent spot, the way his father taught him to be a man doesn't prevent the little explosions of anger that come once in a blue moon like a torrent. Most of them were reserved for Adrien, Helena, hiding himself away and letting rip in a torrent of raging signs he isn't certain they even fully catch.

Now, however, there isn't time to push down and step back and find a skyline to stare down. Now there's only blood hot up from an ancient wrong and somehow the air smells like Aisling from the simple shift in his thoughts. He doesn't care if she understands him fully. 'Yelling' at her will help.]

/How could I have known you, Tav? When did you let me? It wasn't a little lie, you know, so what else was there that wasn't true? How could you possibly expect me to know anything about you when you couldn't be bothered to tell me the truth about something so simple as your name? Have you always been

[theriverviolet]

[As angry as he'd made her that summer, she'd spent time learning his language at school in fits and starts as she'd gone back and forth between wanting to go back and hoping she'd never see him again. She doesn't catch every word, but she catches enough. Her shoulders get tighter and tighter and her nails dig into her palms as he asks her if anything was true that summer.]

\I didn't want you to know! I didn't want to be Lady Tafwys Spencer that summer. After that first awful year at school, there was nothing I wanted less. I wanted to be Tav, and because of you, I could be. You let me be more myself than I've been since, and as soon as you found out, it all changed, didn't it? As soon as you learned what I was./

[diemwnt]

/As soon as I learned you lied./

[How was this not infinitely clear to her? His face clenches down again, away from the rage and back to the quiet stillness it's become accustomed to. It's like a dropping to chilly quiet, the way his hands tighten their movements.]

/I could care less if you were the Queen of England, Tav. It isn't an excuse to lie about who you are./

[theriverviolet]

[She doesn't know if he's telling the truth. She hadn't stayed long enough. She'd been angry, she'd run, she hadn't gone back.

But she's hated her title for a long time. She can't believe he could dismiss it that easily, and she takes another step back, shaking her head, folding her arms tightly against her chest.]

\It is if you don't want to be who you are./

[diemwnt]

[His breath is a faint, derisive huff as he takes his own step back.]

/I hope you're happy with the person you are now, Tav./

[The fuming is boiling back down. He can close things off now. He can extract himself, lock himself away until Adrien knocks on his door and he explodes again. It just requires turning away from her.]

[theriverviolet]

[She's not. Of course she's not. What kind of person does what she does? What kind of person takes advantage of other people's moments of intimate connection and plasters them across headlines?

The only person I've ever been happy with is the Tav you knew. But she can't say that. She won't say it. She's stood on her own for this long, she doesn't need anyone else.

Especially not him.

Most of the heat is gone from her eyes when she looks over again, and everything else that might be in them is behind a practiced frost. Then she signs her full name at him, awkward with lack of practice and the effort to keep her hands from shaking.]

\I haven't been Tav since that summer./

[diemwnt]

[It's the movement of her hands that catches him from actually turning.

There's nothing in his face. The anger is gone; the ice doesn't exist. It's simply quiet, immobile, and distant, the way a properly trained Welsh soldier's should be.]

/A shame. I liked knowing Tav./ [Another step away.] /I expect I'll see you, Tafwys./

[theriverviolet]

[There are a lot of things she could say in reply to that. I thought you said you hadn't known Tav, or The Deck's a big place. She could ask him his own rank and Suit, as she suddenly realizes she doesn't know.

But the latter is something she can find out on her own, and the former is an irrelevant truth - if they wanted to meet up again, it wouldn't be difficult. And the first is simply a lie. But if she opens her mouth at all, she might end up saying something she isn't ready to say, like Don't go, so she just nods tightly and lets him leave.

She'll just sit at the base of the fence post for awhile. This doesn't change anything.]

[diemwnt]

[It feels a little better to be the one walking away now, rather than the one watching her back retreat into the Cardiff dusk. Not much, but a little.

But after a bottle of whiskey and enough space to breathe, it will feel worse. Which will have him running into her again, half-intentionally, looking for that glimmer of the girl he had always faintly wished he knew.]