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No, giant robots and Kaiju, I think.
Chicks dig giant robots.
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The iterations are now whipping around so fast that we're not even getting new threads between games.
Double thread eh?
One with blackjack and hookers, eh?
H o w e v e r d a r k a n d s c a r y t h e w o r l d i s r i g h t n o w , t h e r e w i l l b e l i g h t . . .
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| ◼ G M: Lord Wraith | ◼ G E N R E: Superhuman, Modern | ◼ T Y P E: Sandbox with Linear Elements and an emphasis on Collaboration |
P R E M I S E:
"I am Vengeance, I am the Night, I am... Batman."
~Bruce Wayne
Premise:
Gotham City Stories follows the happenings of the aptly named 'Batfamily' and their war against the crime and corruption that has entombed itself in Gotham like a cancer. The roleplay uses non-linear storytelling to allow players to participate at all points in the career of the Batman and his protegés. Players will take on roles of the Batman and his allies, telling out stories across multiple points in Batman's career and potentially beyond. For example, if the GM is portraying Bruce Wayne, they may instigate three ongoing plots; one taking place during Batman's first year where another player could take on the role of a young James Gordon, then another story taking place several years later where Batman and Robin are now joined by the first Batgirl and a third story where Batman, Nightwing, Oracle and the latest Robin and Batgirl are now united against a common threat.
Players can choose to take on secondary characters in addition to their primary POV. Every accepted player must first claim a member of the Batfamily they're dedicated to writing, secondary characters may include villains. All players will have an opportunity to access a shared document to coordinate a timeline upon acceptance.
Batfamily
-Bruce Wayne
-Dick Grayson
-Barbara Gordon
-Jason Todd
-Kate Kane
-Timothy Drake
-Cassandra Cain
-Stephanie Brown
-Damian Wayne
-Luke Fox
-Harper Rowe
-Duke Thomas
Birds of Prey
-Dinah Lance
-Helena Bertinelli
-Renee Montoya
The Outsiders:
-Jefferson Pierce
-Rex Mason
-Tatsu Yamashiro
-Gabrielle Doe
-Emily Briggs
-Grace Choi
-Brion Markov
-Roy Raymond Jr
The Outlaws:
-Roy Harper
-Koriand'r
-Artemis
-Bizzaro
Gotham City Sirens:
-Selina Kyle
-Harleen Quinzel
-Pamela Isley
Other Allies:
-Alfred Pennyworth
-James Gordon
-Lucius Fox
-Jack Ryder
-Jason Blood
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Shame there's not some kind of Man of Iron who has a history of meddling with other people...
Much of what Andy said for Hex Rider is where I sort of resonant with Stark. Immediately building a team around him and his overall antagonistic view make him a nightmare to justify interaction and cooperation without character assassination. And while the movies and the comics do otherwise all the time, I have a hard time seeing a man in a suit as useful when we have literal gods, aliens and a woman imbued with the essence of speed running around.
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I mean.
If that's something people want, I'm willing to do it. I'm willing to rework things, bring about the initial threat a bit quicker work better to help facilitate interaction.
I just want to see the RP be consistently active, will be working on my next Blood post, but definitely should maybe consider a character that'll be easier for interaction.
UOU - The Soft Reboot lol
Huh, didn't realize that was an option. I may weigh my options and see if it's worth throwing some elbows, at least to keep some folk on their toes.
That's my interpretation of this rule at least:
By applying, you agree to participate in the IC at least once every two weeks. Failure to do so without prior notice to one of the GMs will result in your character being removed from the roster without question. You may attempt to re-apply, but it's to be entirely at the GM's discretion.
I don't see any harm in expediting the process by actively challenging for the role. Which leads me to my next question, @Sep:
I'll give you a 48 Hr window to respond to the competing sheet
What does 'response' entail? Surely it must require the player to actually put forth a post opposed to simply stating in the OOC that something is coming if they're already past their deadline. The above quoted rule states 're-apply' but that's also vague in nature.
As it has been over three weeks without a Batman post, I'd like to challenge for the cowl.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
T H E D A R K K N I G H T
"I am Vengeance."
B R U C E T H O M A S W A Y N E ♦ W A Y W A R D H E I R ♦ G O T H A M C I T Y
O R I G I N S:
Gotham City, a cesspool of crime and corruption once upheld by the guiding light of its community, Dr. Thomas Wayne. A former mayoral candidate, billionaire and philanthropist alongside his wife, Martha of the Kane founding family, the pair were creating a better Gotham before their lives were cut short leaving behind a sole heir in their son, Bruce.
Bruce Wayne was raised under the stewardship of Alfred Pennyworth, his father's closest confident and bodyguard. The family fortune however was put under the guardianship of Bruce's uncle, Jacob Kane until such a time that Bruce came of age to claim it. However, when that time came, Bruce vanished like a ghost in the night leaving Alfred to bitterly moan the loss of the boy who he had come to see as his own son.
Burdened with a mission to find justice for not only his parents, but vengeance for Gotham as a whole, Bruce travelled the world, seeking out experts in various skills, all while living under a plethora of aliases and getting by on the kindness of strangers and odd work. Eventually, Bruce fell into the ranks of the League of Shadows. But when the time came to complete his initiation through the execution of a petty thief, Bruce stayed his blade and was expelled from the order much to the disappointment of both the Demon's Head who saw an heir in Bruce and his daughter Talia, with whom Bruce had become involved.
Returning to Gotham a man now honed into a weapon, Bruce is prepared to do what he must to find his parents' murderer and bring justice back to Gotham. Seeking out his childhood friend, Dr. Thomas Elliot, Bruce is preparing not only to make his debut as Gotham's Prodigal Son among the socialites, but also on the streets as a silent guardian, a watchful protector.
A Dark Knight.
Bruce Wayne was raised under the stewardship of Alfred Pennyworth, his father's closest confident and bodyguard. The family fortune however was put under the guardianship of Bruce's uncle, Jacob Kane until such a time that Bruce came of age to claim it. However, when that time came, Bruce vanished like a ghost in the night leaving Alfred to bitterly moan the loss of the boy who he had come to see as his own son.
Burdened with a mission to find justice for not only his parents, but vengeance for Gotham as a whole, Bruce travelled the world, seeking out experts in various skills, all while living under a plethora of aliases and getting by on the kindness of strangers and odd work. Eventually, Bruce fell into the ranks of the League of Shadows. But when the time came to complete his initiation through the execution of a petty thief, Bruce stayed his blade and was expelled from the order much to the disappointment of both the Demon's Head who saw an heir in Bruce and his daughter Talia, with whom Bruce had become involved.
Returning to Gotham a man now honed into a weapon, Bruce is prepared to do what he must to find his parents' murderer and bring justice back to Gotham. Seeking out his childhood friend, Dr. Thomas Elliot, Bruce is preparing not only to make his debut as Gotham's Prodigal Son among the socialites, but also on the streets as a silent guardian, a watchful protector.
A Dark Knight.
S A M P L E P O S T:
"Does Alfred know you're back?" Thomas asked, opening the door for the ghost of a man who had shown up on his private yacht a little less than an hour ago. The skilled surgeon had been trying to relax, taking some time off from Wayne Memorial Hospital before a bearded felon had boarded his watercraft and nearly took several years off his life.
"You're the first," Bruce replied through the matted scruff adorning his face beneath several years of shag that hid his forehead and ears. Layers of roughly worn clothes were pulled taunt over his shoulders and barrel-chested frame as the once lithe boy now stood with the silhouette of a boxer beside Tommy. Bruce's arms made Thomas' gym muscles almost pale in comparison. While pumped, he could have looked almost equally muscular to Bruce, but Bruce was resting now, and Tommy would have hated seeing what Bruce had been up to for all these years to earn himself such a physical form.
"Bruce, I think you're legally dead," Tommy replied with a chuckle, pouring a drink and offering it to Bruce who declined with only a small wave of his hand. Shrugging, the other man quickly took a long drink, before refilling the glass and sitting across from Bruce again.
"Where have you been all this time?" He asked, "I'd seen the tabloids and every so often there would be a story about 'Bruce Wayne Sightings' but I assumed it was like Big Foot or Elvis,"
"Did you go to my funeral?"
"Alfred never had one, your Uncle had a candlelight vigil in hopes you'd make it home safely, but after the first three years, they just sort of stopped."
"Understandable," Bruce replied, unphased, unbothered and frankly Tommy was finding it a little unnerving.
"Why now, Bruce?"
"Because now," The larger man replied, "Now, I'm ready."
"You're the first," Bruce replied through the matted scruff adorning his face beneath several years of shag that hid his forehead and ears. Layers of roughly worn clothes were pulled taunt over his shoulders and barrel-chested frame as the once lithe boy now stood with the silhouette of a boxer beside Tommy. Bruce's arms made Thomas' gym muscles almost pale in comparison. While pumped, he could have looked almost equally muscular to Bruce, but Bruce was resting now, and Tommy would have hated seeing what Bruce had been up to for all these years to earn himself such a physical form.
"Bruce, I think you're legally dead," Tommy replied with a chuckle, pouring a drink and offering it to Bruce who declined with only a small wave of his hand. Shrugging, the other man quickly took a long drink, before refilling the glass and sitting across from Bruce again.
"Where have you been all this time?" He asked, "I'd seen the tabloids and every so often there would be a story about 'Bruce Wayne Sightings' but I assumed it was like Big Foot or Elvis,"
"Did you go to my funeral?"
"Alfred never had one, your Uncle had a candlelight vigil in hopes you'd make it home safely, but after the first three years, they just sort of stopped."
"Understandable," Bruce replied, unphased, unbothered and frankly Tommy was finding it a little unnerving.
"Why now, Bruce?"
"Because now," The larger man replied, "Now, I'm ready."
P O S T C A T A L O G:
A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed interactions and stories.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
T H E D A R K K N I G H T
"I am Vengeance."
B R U C E T H O M A S W A Y N E ♦ W A Y W A R D H E I R ♦ G O T H A M C I T Y
O R I G I N S:
Gotham City, a cesspool of crime and corruption once upheld by the guiding light of its community, Dr. Thomas Wayne. A former mayoral candidate, billionaire and philanthropist alongside his wife, Martha of the Kane founding family, the pair were creating a better Gotham before their lives were cut short leaving behind a sole heir in their son, Bruce.
Bruce Wayne was raised under the stewardship of Alfred Pennyworth, his father's closest confident and bodyguard. The family fortune however was put under the guardianship of Bruce's uncle, Jacob Kane until such a time that Bruce came of age to claim it. However, when that time came, Bruce vanished like a ghost in the night leaving Alfred to bitterly moan the loss of the boy who he had come to see as his own son.
Burdened with a mission to find justice for not only his parents, but vengeance for Gotham as a whole, Bruce travelled the world, seeking out experts in various skills, all while living under a plethora of aliases and getting by on the kindness of strangers and odd work. Eventually, Bruce fell into the ranks of the League of Shadows. But when the time came to complete his initiation through the execution of a petty thief, Bruce stayed his blade and was expelled from the order much to the disappointment of both the Demon's Head who saw an heir in Bruce and his daughter Talia, with whom Bruce had become involved.
Returning to Gotham a man now honed into a weapon, Bruce is prepared to do what he must to find his parents' murderer and bring justice back to Gotham. Seeking out his childhood friend, Dr. Thomas Elliot, Bruce is preparing not only to make his debut as Gotham's Prodigal Son among the socialites, but also on the streets as a silent guardian, a watchful protector.
A Dark Knight.
Bruce Wayne was raised under the stewardship of Alfred Pennyworth, his father's closest confident and bodyguard. The family fortune however was put under the guardianship of Bruce's uncle, Jacob Kane until such a time that Bruce came of age to claim it. However, when that time came, Bruce vanished like a ghost in the night leaving Alfred to bitterly moan the loss of the boy who he had come to see as his own son.
Burdened with a mission to find justice for not only his parents, but vengeance for Gotham as a whole, Bruce travelled the world, seeking out experts in various skills, all while living under a plethora of aliases and getting by on the kindness of strangers and odd work. Eventually, Bruce fell into the ranks of the League of Shadows. But when the time came to complete his initiation through the execution of a petty thief, Bruce stayed his blade and was expelled from the order much to the disappointment of both the Demon's Head who saw an heir in Bruce and his daughter Talia, with whom Bruce had become involved.
Returning to Gotham a man now honed into a weapon, Bruce is prepared to do what he must to find his parents' murderer and bring justice back to Gotham. Seeking out his childhood friend, Dr. Thomas Elliot, Bruce is preparing not only to make his debut as Gotham's Prodigal Son among the socialites, but also on the streets as a silent guardian, a watchful protector.
A Dark Knight.
S A M P L E P O S T:
"Does Alfred know you're back?" Thomas asked, opening the door for the ghost of a man who had shown up on his private yacht a little less than an hour ago. The skilled surgeon had been trying to relax, taking some time off from Wayne Memorial Hospital before a bearded felon had boarded his watercraft and nearly took several years off his life.
"You're the first," Bruce replied through the matted scruff adorning his face beneath several years of shag that hid his forehead and ears. Layers of roughly worn clothes were pulled taunt over his shoulders and barrel-chested frame as the once lithe boy now stood with the silhouette of a boxer beside Tommy. Bruce's arms made Thomas' gym muscles almost pale in comparison. While pumped, he could have looked almost equally muscular to Bruce, but Bruce was resting now, and Tommy would have hated seeing what Bruce had been up to for all these years to earn himself such a physical form.
"Bruce, I think you're legally dead," Tommy replied with a chuckle, pouring a drink and offering it to Bruce who declined with only a small wave of his hand. Shrugging, the other man quickly took a long drink, before refilling the glass and sitting across from Bruce again.
"Where have you been all this time?" He asked, "I'd seen the tabloids and every so often there would be a story about 'Bruce Wayne Sightings' but I assumed it was like Big Foot or Elvis,"
"Did you go to my funeral?"
"Alfred never had one, your Uncle had a candlelight vigil in hopes you'd make it home safely, but after the first three years, they just sort of stopped."
"Understandable," Bruce replied, unphased, unbothered and frankly Tommy was finding it a little unnerving.
"Why now, Bruce?"
"Because now," The larger man replied, "Now, I'm ready."
"You're the first," Bruce replied through the matted scruff adorning his face beneath several years of shag that hid his forehead and ears. Layers of roughly worn clothes were pulled taunt over his shoulders and barrel-chested frame as the once lithe boy now stood with the silhouette of a boxer beside Tommy. Bruce's arms made Thomas' gym muscles almost pale in comparison. While pumped, he could have looked almost equally muscular to Bruce, but Bruce was resting now, and Tommy would have hated seeing what Bruce had been up to for all these years to earn himself such a physical form.
"Bruce, I think you're legally dead," Tommy replied with a chuckle, pouring a drink and offering it to Bruce who declined with only a small wave of his hand. Shrugging, the other man quickly took a long drink, before refilling the glass and sitting across from Bruce again.
"Where have you been all this time?" He asked, "I'd seen the tabloids and every so often there would be a story about 'Bruce Wayne Sightings' but I assumed it was like Big Foot or Elvis,"
"Did you go to my funeral?"
"Alfred never had one, your Uncle had a candlelight vigil in hopes you'd make it home safely, but after the first three years, they just sort of stopped."
"Understandable," Bruce replied, unphased, unbothered and frankly Tommy was finding it a little unnerving.
"Why now, Bruce?"
"Because now," The larger man replied, "Now, I'm ready."
P O S T C A T A L O G:
A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed interactions and stories.
With a slider in either hand, Lorcán happily chowed down on the delicious little burgers while continuing to take in the sights and sounds of the Senior Formal. His eyes briefly wandered to the figures of O’Neil and Torres, perched above watching the students and looking far chummier than Lorcán had ever thought possible between a PRCUer and a Foundation member. Still, then his mind shifted to Amma again.
So perhaps it wasn’t impossible, still, he had always thought Jim and Miranda were an item of some sort but he supposed that most relationships were far more complicated than either of his parents ever let on. But did they necessarily have to be? It was something he had given a lot of thought to lately, if two people wanted to be together, what could possibly stop them? Love after all was not a feeling, or even an emotion, it was the proactive choice of getting up each day and showing your affection and care to another.
Love was a verb. You had to choose love.
Which meant if Lorcán wanted to be with Aurora, he had to choose to take that step, to show that initiative. His eyes wandered across the A.R.C. again to where she was, watching her with Chad and painfully knowing that she was not enjoying herself because he didn’t take action previously.
That ended tonight.
“Special delivery,” Ripley’s voice suddenly interrupted Lorcán’s thoughts as a hand tapped him on the shoulder and he spun around before finding himself standing over his small and younger cousin.
“Luce will likely shoot you for this if she ever finds out you specifically requested blue roses, those things take a lot of work to grow,” Ripley snarked, “But, if it makes Rora happy, I’m glad to oblige you, even if you’re a moron.” She smiled as Lorcán graciously took the box.
The moment was interrupted by a loud slap as Lorcán turned to see Cassander beelining towards Aurora and Chad. He hesitated before Ripely urged him forward.
“Go get her, Leo.”
So perhaps it wasn’t impossible, still, he had always thought Jim and Miranda were an item of some sort but he supposed that most relationships were far more complicated than either of his parents ever let on. But did they necessarily have to be? It was something he had given a lot of thought to lately, if two people wanted to be together, what could possibly stop them? Love after all was not a feeling, or even an emotion, it was the proactive choice of getting up each day and showing your affection and care to another.
Love was a verb. You had to choose love.
Which meant if Lorcán wanted to be with Aurora, he had to choose to take that step, to show that initiative. His eyes wandered across the A.R.C. again to where she was, watching her with Chad and painfully knowing that she was not enjoying herself because he didn’t take action previously.
That ended tonight.
“Special delivery,” Ripley’s voice suddenly interrupted Lorcán’s thoughts as a hand tapped him on the shoulder and he spun around before finding himself standing over his small and younger cousin.
“Luce will likely shoot you for this if she ever finds out you specifically requested blue roses, those things take a lot of work to grow,” Ripley snarked, “But, if it makes Rora happy, I’m glad to oblige you, even if you’re a moron.” She smiled as Lorcán graciously took the box.
The moment was interrupted by a loud slap as Lorcán turned to see Cassander beelining towards Aurora and Chad. He hesitated before Ripely urged him forward.
“Go get her, Leo.”
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Location: The Augmented Reality Center - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University Campus
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Dance Monkey #4.064: Dancing In The Flames
Interaction(s): @Melissa - Aurora Mitchell
Previously: Look What You Made Me Do
At this hour of the evening, the doors of the Mess Hall were bolted and locked and the lights were long since turned off, the building closed for the night. But that obviously didn’t stop Aurora and Lorcán from finding their way in.
This wasn’t the first time they had trespassed for the sake of dessert. In fact, at this point the pair had lost count of how many nights they’d teleported in to raid the walk-in freezer for ice cream before ending up at their usual spot on the beach. What started as a way to lift the redhead’s spirits from the nightmares that plagued her had now become the answer to any problem the two faced - bad days, arguments, poor grades - it all could be solved with a sweet treat. And tonight was no exception.
Reappearing from the industrial kitchen with a pint of Raspberry Ripple and two spoons, Aurora sat down across from Lorcán and handed him a utensil before popping open the container, placing it on the table between them.
“I should be careful, I don’t want to get anything on your mom’s dress.” The redhead mused before digging in, taking a bite of the sweet ice cream and humming contently, a small smile appearing on her face. The light of the moon from the large windows illuminated the room just enough, casting long shadows on the walls and floor. “Nice color suit by the way, but I shouldn’t be surprised,” She shook her head with a laugh, “Tori Roth is a mastermind, after all.”
“Yeah, my Mom never has steered us wrong,” Lorcán chuckled before taking a long taste of the spoonful of ice cream. He paused, tapping his spoon absent-mindedly on the pint before looking up at Aurora.
“Before everything got crazy in there, I had something I wanted to give you,” He said, lifting a small box and placing it on the table between them before opening it to reveal a wrist corsage adorned with a blue rose. “I noticed you didn’t have one.”
The redhead’s eyes instantly lit up as she beheld the delicate flower in front of her, her lips pulling into a grateful smile. When she found out earlier that Chad had forgotten to get her one, she tried to tell herself that it wasn’t important and it didn’t matter, that it was just a silly custom. But now, as she sat next to the person who knew her best, the gesture seemed to mean even more.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” Aurora softly expressed. She picked up the corsage and slipped it onto her wrist, admiring it before looking back up at Lorcán. “I should have said no when Chad asked me, should’ve known better that he didn’t have good intentions.” She revealed candidly, shaking her head. “I don’t even know what I was thinking, I didn’t even want to go with him in the first place.”
“I should have been there tonight with you.” She stated longingly, wishing she could go back and change things. “You even tried to ask me that night in the tent, didn’t you.”
“I tried, not exactly like eloquently,” Lorcán smiled, “Falling asleep didn’t help any, but like, Lady Dude, we’ve been best friends for seven years and that’s great,” He continued, “But have you ever wondered if maybe…” He paused, blushing slightly as his spoon traced around in the pint shared between them.
“If… maybe, there’s like more here?” He asked, “The way I feel about you, it like goes beyond friendship and if you felt the same-” His voice trailed off again. Lorcán was practically blushing at this point, his heart was beating inside of his chest, violently trying to burst through his ribcage. Aurora looked beautiful tonight, it took all of his restraint not to lean across the table and kiss her.
Instead, he tried to do what he had been failing to do and actually communicate with her.
“I guess what I’m trying to ask is if you’d maybe like to, go on a date with me sometime?”
If Aurora’s heart hadn’t already been racing a mile a minute, it would have simply stopped beating altogether.
He also wanted more. It wasn’t just her. If there was ever a time to tell him how she felt, it was now. So with a trembling hand, she placed her spoon down on the table, the metal utensil clattering against the surface.
“Lorcán, I-” She swallowed, hoping to clear the lump that had suddenly formed in the back of her throat, fighting back the nerves that had abruptly come over her. “If you’ll let me, I’m gonna talk for a second, because I told myself that I’d be honest with you, but I’m going to come back to that question and I promise that I’ll answer it.” She exhaled deeply, attempting to slow her heart rate before continuing, not waiting for him to reply.
Here goes nothing.
“Last week, when everything happened and it seemed like a very real possibility that I was going to lose you, I realized that things between us have definitely changed. At least for me, the way I feel about you…” Aurora reached up to grasp her necklace, but actively stopped herself, laying her palms flat on the table. “You mean everything to me, Lorcán, and-” She paused, struggling to find the words to convey her emotions, and laughed at herself. “God, I didn’t think this would be so difficult.”
She stood up, the jitters getting the better of her, and began to pace in the confined area between the table they had chosen and the table behind her as she spoke what weighed on her heart. She didn’t think she’d ever been so nervous around her best friend - but he was more than that, and he needed to know.
“I was planning on telling you how I felt. Tonight.” The redhead blurted, looking into his molten eyes, attempting to read them. “I think I might be skipping a few steps here, but I don’t even care, so I’m just going to come out and say it,” She took one last breath before taking the plunge.
“Lorcán, I love you.”
She let the words hang in the silence, her cheeks becoming rosy as everything was finally out in the open, her body stilling. There was no turning back now.
“I think I’ve always loved you, to be honest, I just have never been able to put a name to the feelings I’ve felt.” Unsure if the sentiment would be reciprocated, she tried to soften her strong statement. “And I’m sorry if this is too much, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the sam-”
At those words, Lorcán stopped listening, he didn’t wait for Aurora to finish her sentence as he clambered across the table, tackling the redhead in his arms and pressing his lips to hers. His hand cradled her jaw before the other took her by the waist and pulled her tightly against him. He caressed the side of her face as he kissed her, deeply, longingly and with every ounce of passion and missed opportunities from the past seven years. She tasted like raspberries, he was completely and utterly lost in her.
He could feel everything in that moment as her abilities mingled with his own, their HZEs becoming one and Lorcán felt the deep emotion that Aurora harboured for him as she felt the burning passion he carried for her. Taking a deep breath, Lorcán pulled himself away only long enough to reply before stroking the side of her face.
“I love you too.”
Time seemed to stop as Lorcán wordlessly closed the distance between them and every rogue thought in Aurora’s mind instantly dissolved as his lips met hers, her initial shock quickly melting away. The way he kissed her in that moment set her ablaze, sent her stomach in somersaults, and everything she had feared—the uncertainty, the possibility of rejection—was silenced in the way he held her. She wound her arms around his neck instinctively, wanting to draw him impossibly closer, her right knee bending as her heel left the ground, and the world around them ceased to exist. The redhead could feel his heart racing against her chest, beating in perfect sync with hers, and like that night in the tent, two became one.
Aurora blinked as he pulled away and spoke, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. The words were euphoric, they were the sweetest song with the most perfect melody that she wanted to hear over and over again. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first—only a soft laugh of disbelief, a mix of joy and astonishment.
"You- you do?”
"I have loved you every day, from the moment I met you to this one and I can't imagine ever ceasing.”
“I have always wanted you, even amidst all the distractions and noise, you are my guiding light, you are everything to me and I never want to have to experience a world without you in it.” Lorcán smiled lovingly into Aurora's eyes, gently stroking her face before speaking again.
“I’d like to keep kissing you, if that's okay with you,” He asked with his trademark wry grin.
Her chest tightened with emotion, and she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill as she looked up at him adoringly. This was it, what she had longed for, and yet somehow, this moment was so much more than she could have ever dreamed. For years, she had convinced herself that she did not know what love was, that it had slipped through her fingers, distant and elusive.
But how wrong she was, because Lorcán had loved her all along.
It was apparent in every gesture, every action. He’d shown it in the nights they spent on the beach, keeping her warm and warding off the nightmares that continually threatened to pull her under. How he’d spent the entirety of the trial trying to find her, protect her. It wasn’t just in the words he spoke, but in the silence, in the moments where he simply existed by her side, where he had always been.
Aurora leaned into his touch, his familiar warmth radiating across her skin, and this time she didn’t hesitate to surge towards him and capture his lips once more. Her hands slid down his chest and her fingers curled into his shirt, as if to keep herself anchored to him, afraid this would all disappear. The intensity of the kiss deepened and she smiled against his mouth, a breathless laugh escaping her.
"Lorcán," She murmured, voice soft and filled with affection, “Tell me again, please. Tell me this is real.”
Lorcán looked into her blue eyes, smiling blissfully before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s real, it feels like a dream, but it’s real. I love you, Aurora, I could shout it from the rooftops, I could tell the world, but best of all, I can tell you, over and over again.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, playfully kissing the side of Aurora’s face before whispering in her ear again.
“I love you, only you and want you to be mine and I to be yours.”
Her heart swelled, warmth spreading through her chest as a tear slipped down her cheek, though she couldn’t stop smiling. The years of tension, longing, and unsaid words were finally unraveling between them. Aurora’s hand moved to his face, thumb tracing the line of his jaw, her fingers slipping into his hair. Her lips brushed against his once more, softer this time, slower, savoring the moment.
“I’m yours,” She whispered, her voice steady and sure. “I’ve always been yours.” Gazing up into his sunset-colored eyes, she saw the fire that burned there, the notion coursing through her like an electric current. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I just… I was scared.”
Lorcán reached a hand up to her face, longingly caressing it again before replying contently.
“There’s no reason to be scared now.” He reassured her, his hands not moving from her as he stared into her eyes again, lovingly looking at Aurora. If two people wanted to be together, what could possibly stop them?
Lorcán still didn’t know the answer, but he doubted anything could ever change the way he felt about Aurora. For so long he had dreamed, nay, hoped for this moment. Longingly watched her leave every night they departed and now in this moment, he finally had everything he ever wanted.
“I could stay here all night with you.”
The redhead wanted nothing more. Nothing else mattered — not even the fact that the dance was still going on, where their friends were likely wondering where they had disappeared to. In this moment, all that existed was them and the love they had finally found the courage to speak aloud.
“Let’s stay, then. Just us.” Aurora expressed softly, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile magic of the moment. She nestled closer into his embrace, her fingers still tangled in his hair. “I don’t care about the dance anymore, I didn’t even care about it to begin with.” She revealed with a soft smile.
“I only want to be with you.”
This wasn’t the first time they had trespassed for the sake of dessert. In fact, at this point the pair had lost count of how many nights they’d teleported in to raid the walk-in freezer for ice cream before ending up at their usual spot on the beach. What started as a way to lift the redhead’s spirits from the nightmares that plagued her had now become the answer to any problem the two faced - bad days, arguments, poor grades - it all could be solved with a sweet treat. And tonight was no exception.
Reappearing from the industrial kitchen with a pint of Raspberry Ripple and two spoons, Aurora sat down across from Lorcán and handed him a utensil before popping open the container, placing it on the table between them.
“I should be careful, I don’t want to get anything on your mom’s dress.” The redhead mused before digging in, taking a bite of the sweet ice cream and humming contently, a small smile appearing on her face. The light of the moon from the large windows illuminated the room just enough, casting long shadows on the walls and floor. “Nice color suit by the way, but I shouldn’t be surprised,” She shook her head with a laugh, “Tori Roth is a mastermind, after all.”
“Yeah, my Mom never has steered us wrong,” Lorcán chuckled before taking a long taste of the spoonful of ice cream. He paused, tapping his spoon absent-mindedly on the pint before looking up at Aurora.
“Before everything got crazy in there, I had something I wanted to give you,” He said, lifting a small box and placing it on the table between them before opening it to reveal a wrist corsage adorned with a blue rose. “I noticed you didn’t have one.”
The redhead’s eyes instantly lit up as she beheld the delicate flower in front of her, her lips pulling into a grateful smile. When she found out earlier that Chad had forgotten to get her one, she tried to tell herself that it wasn’t important and it didn’t matter, that it was just a silly custom. But now, as she sat next to the person who knew her best, the gesture seemed to mean even more.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” Aurora softly expressed. She picked up the corsage and slipped it onto her wrist, admiring it before looking back up at Lorcán. “I should have said no when Chad asked me, should’ve known better that he didn’t have good intentions.” She revealed candidly, shaking her head. “I don’t even know what I was thinking, I didn’t even want to go with him in the first place.”
“I should have been there tonight with you.” She stated longingly, wishing she could go back and change things. “You even tried to ask me that night in the tent, didn’t you.”
“I tried, not exactly like eloquently,” Lorcán smiled, “Falling asleep didn’t help any, but like, Lady Dude, we’ve been best friends for seven years and that’s great,” He continued, “But have you ever wondered if maybe…” He paused, blushing slightly as his spoon traced around in the pint shared between them.
“If… maybe, there’s like more here?” He asked, “The way I feel about you, it like goes beyond friendship and if you felt the same-” His voice trailed off again. Lorcán was practically blushing at this point, his heart was beating inside of his chest, violently trying to burst through his ribcage. Aurora looked beautiful tonight, it took all of his restraint not to lean across the table and kiss her.
Instead, he tried to do what he had been failing to do and actually communicate with her.
“I guess what I’m trying to ask is if you’d maybe like to, go on a date with me sometime?”
If Aurora’s heart hadn’t already been racing a mile a minute, it would have simply stopped beating altogether.
He also wanted more. It wasn’t just her. If there was ever a time to tell him how she felt, it was now. So with a trembling hand, she placed her spoon down on the table, the metal utensil clattering against the surface.
“Lorcán, I-” She swallowed, hoping to clear the lump that had suddenly formed in the back of her throat, fighting back the nerves that had abruptly come over her. “If you’ll let me, I’m gonna talk for a second, because I told myself that I’d be honest with you, but I’m going to come back to that question and I promise that I’ll answer it.” She exhaled deeply, attempting to slow her heart rate before continuing, not waiting for him to reply.
Here goes nothing.
“Last week, when everything happened and it seemed like a very real possibility that I was going to lose you, I realized that things between us have definitely changed. At least for me, the way I feel about you…” Aurora reached up to grasp her necklace, but actively stopped herself, laying her palms flat on the table. “You mean everything to me, Lorcán, and-” She paused, struggling to find the words to convey her emotions, and laughed at herself. “God, I didn’t think this would be so difficult.”
She stood up, the jitters getting the better of her, and began to pace in the confined area between the table they had chosen and the table behind her as she spoke what weighed on her heart. She didn’t think she’d ever been so nervous around her best friend - but he was more than that, and he needed to know.
“I was planning on telling you how I felt. Tonight.” The redhead blurted, looking into his molten eyes, attempting to read them. “I think I might be skipping a few steps here, but I don’t even care, so I’m just going to come out and say it,” She took one last breath before taking the plunge.
“Lorcán, I love you.”
She let the words hang in the silence, her cheeks becoming rosy as everything was finally out in the open, her body stilling. There was no turning back now.
“I think I’ve always loved you, to be honest, I just have never been able to put a name to the feelings I’ve felt.” Unsure if the sentiment would be reciprocated, she tried to soften her strong statement. “And I’m sorry if this is too much, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the sam-”
At those words, Lorcán stopped listening, he didn’t wait for Aurora to finish her sentence as he clambered across the table, tackling the redhead in his arms and pressing his lips to hers. His hand cradled her jaw before the other took her by the waist and pulled her tightly against him. He caressed the side of her face as he kissed her, deeply, longingly and with every ounce of passion and missed opportunities from the past seven years. She tasted like raspberries, he was completely and utterly lost in her.
He could feel everything in that moment as her abilities mingled with his own, their HZEs becoming one and Lorcán felt the deep emotion that Aurora harboured for him as she felt the burning passion he carried for her. Taking a deep breath, Lorcán pulled himself away only long enough to reply before stroking the side of her face.
“I love you too.”
Time seemed to stop as Lorcán wordlessly closed the distance between them and every rogue thought in Aurora’s mind instantly dissolved as his lips met hers, her initial shock quickly melting away. The way he kissed her in that moment set her ablaze, sent her stomach in somersaults, and everything she had feared—the uncertainty, the possibility of rejection—was silenced in the way he held her. She wound her arms around his neck instinctively, wanting to draw him impossibly closer, her right knee bending as her heel left the ground, and the world around them ceased to exist. The redhead could feel his heart racing against her chest, beating in perfect sync with hers, and like that night in the tent, two became one.
Aurora blinked as he pulled away and spoke, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. The words were euphoric, they were the sweetest song with the most perfect melody that she wanted to hear over and over again. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first—only a soft laugh of disbelief, a mix of joy and astonishment.
"You- you do?”
"I have loved you every day, from the moment I met you to this one and I can't imagine ever ceasing.”
“I have always wanted you, even amidst all the distractions and noise, you are my guiding light, you are everything to me and I never want to have to experience a world without you in it.” Lorcán smiled lovingly into Aurora's eyes, gently stroking her face before speaking again.
“I’d like to keep kissing you, if that's okay with you,” He asked with his trademark wry grin.
Her chest tightened with emotion, and she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill as she looked up at him adoringly. This was it, what she had longed for, and yet somehow, this moment was so much more than she could have ever dreamed. For years, she had convinced herself that she did not know what love was, that it had slipped through her fingers, distant and elusive.
But how wrong she was, because Lorcán had loved her all along.
It was apparent in every gesture, every action. He’d shown it in the nights they spent on the beach, keeping her warm and warding off the nightmares that continually threatened to pull her under. How he’d spent the entirety of the trial trying to find her, protect her. It wasn’t just in the words he spoke, but in the silence, in the moments where he simply existed by her side, where he had always been.
Aurora leaned into his touch, his familiar warmth radiating across her skin, and this time she didn’t hesitate to surge towards him and capture his lips once more. Her hands slid down his chest and her fingers curled into his shirt, as if to keep herself anchored to him, afraid this would all disappear. The intensity of the kiss deepened and she smiled against his mouth, a breathless laugh escaping her.
"Lorcán," She murmured, voice soft and filled with affection, “Tell me again, please. Tell me this is real.”
Lorcán looked into her blue eyes, smiling blissfully before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s real, it feels like a dream, but it’s real. I love you, Aurora, I could shout it from the rooftops, I could tell the world, but best of all, I can tell you, over and over again.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, playfully kissing the side of Aurora’s face before whispering in her ear again.
“I love you, only you and want you to be mine and I to be yours.”
Her heart swelled, warmth spreading through her chest as a tear slipped down her cheek, though she couldn’t stop smiling. The years of tension, longing, and unsaid words were finally unraveling between them. Aurora’s hand moved to his face, thumb tracing the line of his jaw, her fingers slipping into his hair. Her lips brushed against his once more, softer this time, slower, savoring the moment.
“I’m yours,” She whispered, her voice steady and sure. “I’ve always been yours.” Gazing up into his sunset-colored eyes, she saw the fire that burned there, the notion coursing through her like an electric current. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I just… I was scared.”
Lorcán reached a hand up to her face, longingly caressing it again before replying contently.
“There’s no reason to be scared now.” He reassured her, his hands not moving from her as he stared into her eyes again, lovingly looking at Aurora. If two people wanted to be together, what could possibly stop them?
Lorcán still didn’t know the answer, but he doubted anything could ever change the way he felt about Aurora. For so long he had dreamed, nay, hoped for this moment. Longingly watched her leave every night they departed and now in this moment, he finally had everything he ever wanted.
“I could stay here all night with you.”
The redhead wanted nothing more. Nothing else mattered — not even the fact that the dance was still going on, where their friends were likely wondering where they had disappeared to. In this moment, all that existed was them and the love they had finally found the courage to speak aloud.
“Let’s stay, then. Just us.” Aurora expressed softly, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile magic of the moment. She nestled closer into his embrace, her fingers still tangled in his hair. “I don’t care about the dance anymore, I didn’t even care about it to begin with.” She revealed with a soft smile.
“I only want to be with you.”
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