shout your confessions meme!

[goldencobra]

I saw this at another game and it amused me enough that I decided to steal it and post it here for the amusement of our cast.

So, here you go~

SHOUT YOUR CONFESSIONS MEME!!!

1. Post your character shouting a confession. ALL CAPS LOCK, ALL THE TIME.
2. ICly react to others' confessions.
3. That's it. That's the meme.

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[abyssum_invocat]

[ She sort of hates that expression because it's so hard to read, even if she's inexplicably happy when Steve does manage a smile. ]

...More than one person?

[stark_spangled]

Well, I --

[ He rubs the back of his neck. ]

It's not like that! It's ... I'm not sure if they're just being nice or if they're, you know, uh. Interested.

I mean, in me.

[abyssum_invocat]

[ She's not quite sure how to respond to that, really. At least not tactfully without giving away that she likes him, which would be very uncomfortable if they're both confined to the ship. ]

There are a lot of people interested in you, Steve. You're nice.

[stark_spangled]

[ He arches his eyebrow. ]

You can take the kid gloves off. I've heard every metaphor, haiku, and limerick about my ass there is.

Most of them from Tony.

How can you tell when someone thinks you're nice, and someone just wants a, uh. Um, a booty call?

[abyssum_invocat]

[ She blinks once, and both brows lift. She does, admirably, resist answering that query the way the still-new impulses of blurting things out tell her to. ]

If I was talking about your ass I would have said that much. A lot of people are handsome, Steve. Not all of them are nice. [ Case in point, the aforementioned Stark. But to the question she only shrugs, lifting her shoulders in a motion still too practiced to be entirely natural. Sinthia's still working on it. ] I don't know. No one's ever wanted one with me.

[stark_spangled]

[ Steve turns bright red. He's pretty sure he used that phrase correctly. Unless Clint was pulling another one over on him. ]

I didn't mean you specifically, just that... you know what, never mind.

[ He laughs nervously. This is awkward. ]

Good. You're a nice girl, and you deserve to be treated right.

[abyssum_invocat]

Neither of us is blind. If I can tell you look good chances are good that everyone else can, too. And they might want...normal people things. [ Yeah, you might have a hard time getting her to out and out talk about sex. ]

I don't really know what that means. To be treated right.

[stark_spangled]

[ Talk about sex? With Sinthia? No, thank you. ]

Uh, thanks. I guess I just have to take a chance, huh?

[ Man up, Rogers. ]

What are you saying? Sinthia ... you deserve someone who loves you, who's willing to sacrifice for you, and treat you like a queen. That's what it means to be treated right.

[abyssum_invocat]

[ She's trying. It's not really succeeding, but hey, effort gets her points. she still sighs shortly, as if frustrated with the delicacy of language she doesn't know when she adopted. It was certainly never a mission requirement. ] I don't think it's supposed to be that hard.

No, I know...what it entails. I just don't-- [ Sinthia stops abruptly short of saying deserve it, because she knows that will just start another lecture when she can't reconcile everything that easily. ] I think it's different. For people like me.

[stark_spangled]

[ He's watching her from under a furrowed brow, giving her that nothing-escapes-Captain-America patented look. ]

What do you mean?

[abyssum_invocat]

Steve, I'm not like the girls in all those movies you watch. [ She says it soft, but it's still unmistakeable. ]

People won't treat me like that if they know who I am. Or where I came from.

[stark_spangled]

[ He tilts his head back slightly, quietly appraising her. He squares his jaw, and gives a quick head shake. ]

You're right. And I'm not like any of the fellas in those movies, either. You don't have to be, Sinthia. You're special.

[abyssum_invocat]

You're not dating me, Steve.

[ It's so simple, said with as little trace of desire for exactly that to happen as she can manage, and Sinthia can manage a lot. She isn't wholly comfortable with being directionless, missionless, but she rarely lets it show beyond a quiet sort of reservation. ]

[stark_spangled]

[ He looks startled. ]

No, I'm not. But I do know you well enough that I can point out when it's a double standard to say a lot of people are interested in me and not in you.

You know, Schmidt once said that he and I were the same. I refuse to believe that. But you, Sinthia? You I don't mind calling my kin.

You're a good girl. Anyone would be lucky to have you, and an idiot to turn you down.

[abyssum_invocat]

I don't think it's a double standard if it's true, Steve. People are going to be interested in you, you're Captain America, the definition of a nice, single, man. I'm a brainwashed assassin who doesn't know how to be a normal person. [ She huffs out what might have been an attempt at a laugh, and turns out vaguely disappointed, the noise a child might make before they run to hold onto their comfort animal. Notably Sinthia lacks one of these, and just lowers her eyes so she's not looking directly at Steve's face. ]

I didn't leave humanity behind. I just...never had any to begin with.

[stark_spangled]

[ His expression sours at her description of him. He doesn't say anything to argue, but sometimes being Captain America doesn't feel much like a compliment. He looks askance, shaking his head. ]

I don't believe that. I knew you when you were little, and you were plenty human. You are plenty human. Maybe you're different, but who isn't?

[ He reaches for her hand. ]

You are so much more than that, Sinthia. I can see it.

[abyssum_invocat]

It's a compliment, Steve.

[ Her hands don't move, which is promising; if she were about to do anything quick, like disappear, she'd be snatching her hand away from him so as to not catch him mid-teleport. She still does it rarely, not liking the bitterly cold nothingness of the trip. ]

It goes a little beyond different. I'm sick of not knowing what to feel because I wasn't programmed to do it at all.

[stark_spangled]

Maybe. It just doesn't feel like one.

[ He dips his head, partly out of remorse, and partly just because he doesn't want to catch her eyes. ]

That's assuming you have to feel a certain way about anything at all. Aren't there things you like, and things you don't like?

[abyssum_invocat]

Why?

[ She watches the top of his head curiously; it's faint, but she can't ignore the feeling prickling in the bad of her head that she's doing something wrong. ] There are. Sometimes not...always one or the other.

[stark_spangled]

[ He purses his lips. ]

Because I was invisible before Erskine took me under his wing. The only time anyone noticed me was when they were stuffing me into dumpsters. So yeah, it feels nice being noticed, but if being Captain America is the gold standard for nice, single men, where does that leave Steve Rogers?

[ He's still the same kid, deep down. He wants to be recognized for more than just his square jaw and shapely ass. ]

That's pretty normal, kid. You don't have to feel one way or another about something to fit in, you've just gotta find someone who likes the things you like. There's someone like that out there for everyone.

[abyssum_invocat]

[ She blinks as if he doesn't entirely make sense to her, and takes a moment to be sure she's parsed it correctly. ] But you're still Steve Rogers. Captain America is just another name. I didn't know you before, though.

I don't...know what I like. Sometimes nothing feels like I should like it.

[stark_spangled]

[ He twists a wry smile. ]

Yeah, but some people only see the shield and the cowl. I'm OK with being a hero, but with the people I love I'd rather be known more for liking art and flicks than who I fought and how I looked while I was doing it.

Figuring out what you like takes time. I'm in the same boat, you know. That's why I write notes to myself.

[abyssum_invocat]

[ There's an oddly calming sensation, like a chill blanket settling down over her chest when he says what he'd rather be known for other than fighting. When she speaks she does so quietly so her voice won't carry, and while she is looking at Steve's face, she doesn't really see his features. ] You know I can't do that, Steve. [ Not that it matters, because they don't have that kind of relationship. ]

I don't know what I'd write. I might as well be talking to air.

[stark_spangled]

Oh.

[ He looks down. He supposes being responsible for destroying someone's organization and killing their father is too hard to come back from. ]

Right, yeah. I just... uh, sometimes you just have to put pen to paper. The ideas will come to you as you go.

And if you only end up making doodles in the margins, I've done that too.

[abyssum_invocat]

I don't blame you for that part, Steve. I told you you would have to kill him when we first met. [ It had been made abundantly clear to her even at that point that Johann Schmidt was not the kind of man to simply give up what he thought was important. Neither, it turned out, was Arnim Zola. ]

You just what?

[ The exhortations to write, she can understand those. She's been encouraged to keep a journal by half the people she's talked to on this ship, because they all seem to think it would help, but she can never manage to get across that she hasn't the faintest idea what she'd write, or that the idea of actually writing down any of what's floating around in her head--that anyone else could pick it up and read it--is faintly terrifying. ]