They say you don't really wanna fall in love

[lucetimods]

Who: The people of Luceti!
What: Love love love love
When: From the 11th to the 16th
Where: Within the walls of Luceti. There is no escape.
Summary: Suddenly you're in love with things you never noticed were so important to you before. Feelings, welled up inside you, are now bound to come out.
Rating: M for MUSHY

You folks know the deal. Event information is here. When people meet, they may just start falling in love when they see a trait that perks their interest. How you play it and how long it lasts is at player discretion.

Don't forget to add your tag to the log in this format: [fandom] character name

Note: A separate log will go up on the 17th for the hot springs/hotel portion of the event.

Comments

[dissonates]

[Huh... also unexpected. He lifts a brow at her, though he doesn't look particularly bothered by her comment, either.]

It's called honesty, if you're curious.

[herotypical]

Well? Honesty becomes you, Asch. You wear it like a designer jacket.

[dissonates]

[Pfft. So she likes honesty, huh...?]

Well. If there's anything else you wanted to know about me, I guess now would be a good time to ask.

[herotypical]

[ god. it's like open season on all the nagging questions she's ever ever had. but the mere fact that he's offered impresses her so deeply. how kind; how courteous; how chivalrous, indeed, that he should invite her curiousity so plainly. ]

...Do you have any family? [ family's important to her, after all. ] I mean -- can someone who's like you have family, y'know?

[ she hopes so. ]

[dissonates]

["Someone like you", she says... he looks momentarily affronted, eyes narrowing, but it fades before long, and he opts to shrug it off, recognizing it for what it is- he'd just admitted to being a strange kind of being, really, so it's logic. Still hurtful, but he can forgive her for it this time. Or at least, he feels compelled to, anyway.]

...I used to. I was born like anyone else, and I had parents. But nothing lasts forever.

[Casual, so casual. Because he's over it, really, he doesn't care, he just...


...ugh.]

[herotypical]

Siblings?

[ because she, too, had parents. in the past tense. and she doesn't care to dredge that up too much if he doesn't offer the information himseilf. ]

[dissonates]

No. Just a replica.

[...Wait, he hadn't meant to say that out loud.]

[herotypical]

...A replica?

[ ...wait, let her get this straight: ] Slap me if I'm misunderstanding this, but, aren't you already a replica of Larry the Deep-Voiced Headache?

[ so is asch's replica a replica of a replica? oh, now she's the one with the headache. ]

[dissonates]

[WOW BUFFY THAT IS SO OFFENSIVE

He's lucky he likes you- and even liking her isn't enough to curb the anger lacing his response.]

Don't call me a replica! It isn't the same at all!!

[herotypical]

Well?

[ she turns her head and taps her cheek. after all, she did say slap me if i'm misunderstanding. ]

You get only one freebie.

[dissonates]

[A bit of his anger fizzles at that, though he still looks irritated as he turns away.]

I'm not gonna hit you. I just don't want to be called something that I'm not.

[herotypical]

[ her arms drop back to the bar's surface, crossing casually. ]

And now I know what you're not. Lesson learned.

[dissonates]

...Hmph.

[Bit of a roundabout way of learning, but okay. If that's her way of doing things...]

[herotypical]

...I didn't realize it was such a four-letter-word for you.

[dissonates]

[It takes him a moment to decipher that, and when he does, he frowns tightly and shrugs a shoulder.]

You might feel a little irritated to be called something that stole your life, too.

[herotypical]

Only if the one doing the calling was aware of that fact, and so understand the dire insult they were making.

[ well. SORTA. buffy likely wouldn't really be so generous should someone, say, call her a vampire. ]

[dissonates]

I guess I'm just more easily irritated than you.

[Because he needed the extra hints to clue into that...]

[herotypical]

...You're lucky I'm no milquetoast. And can therefore take your irritation with grace and aplomb.

[dissonates]

...You're a very, very strange person.

[Seriously who talks like that. Though he does appreciate her discretion, even if he doesn't understand it.]

[herotypical]

You're not the first to say so, Asch. You wont be the last. The day I'm proclaimed as not-strange is, I think, the day I've lost...

[ she used to think otherwise. she used to think that normalcy was all she could wanted. but when you're twenty-seven and you're surrounded by friends and you've a lover who cherishes you abdnormalities? you learn not to question it quite so brutally. ]

That's not a problem for you, is it? My strangeness?

[dissonates]

It might be with most other people, but I used to travel with a trio of circus performers. I'm used to odd behaviour.

[And she's making him feel particularly tolerant today.]

[herotypical]

Well. I'd like to think I'm not circus-levels of odd.

[dissonates]

...One of them carried a live rat on his tricorne.

[If that helps.]

[herotypical]

Oh, that is so not sanitary. Seriously?

[dissonates]

Very seriously. At least it's well-trained; it kept so still that I actually thought it was a toy for three days before I spotted it scratching itself.