Monthly Archives: October 2012
“I Break Everything I Touch”||@iamthefirechild
“Key word there is ‘let’, hon. You can take me out to dinner one day if it makes you feel better.” Summer dropped into the empty chair with boneless ease, peeling the cap off the apple juice. “Is it okay to ask how you’re adjusting to our time? I think you’re the closest thing to a real time traveller I’ve ever seen.”
“Maybe I will.” Steve smiled and took a small bite out of his muffin, taking his time so as to enjoy it longer. “It’s totally fine.” he added after swallowing, “I get asked that a lot, and I can understand why. Well, it sure is different, but overall I’m slowly settling in. Don’t tell anyone though, but I had to read an instruction manual on how to use the Internet…”
She threw her head back and laughed. “My mother still calls me up to tell her how to use her computer. You are definitely not alone in that. There’s folks physically younger than you that have trouble with it.” Reaching out, Summer patted Steve’s hand. “You don’t have to let me ask all the questions, either.”
“The questions, I don’t mind at all. Really,” he returned the smile, and grinned at the sudden hand-patting which amused him for some reason.
“Has anybody offered to, I don’t know, show you around? Or did they just sort of leave you to your own devices?” Sticking her finger into the cream cheese, she swirled it around and licked it off like a little child. “I’d really like to be able to spend some time with you.”
Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king
“My lord, you are the King. It cannot be so.” Summer made herself meet his eyes. “I would entrust myself to your hands at any time. But,” she hesitated, searching his face turned down to hers, “why? You must have overheard me.” She coloured, but pressed on. “I meant to keep my feelings locked in my heart.”
He looked at her and then turned away, moving from her side.
“I do not wish you to think that I did such things because I am King or because I wished to take advantage of your thoughts and of your heart.” he said, and he sighed, “In truth… I know not how to feel about such things.”
Summer said, softly, “I could never think such. You are not such a man. Have I not said so before? I wish I could say, I will cease to love you, but I cannot. God has shaped me so, to love you, for your kindness and your wisdom.” Kneeling again, she seized his hand and kissed it. “You cannot take advantage of the willing heart. And I give you all mine.”
He knelt down beside her and he took her hand, “Please, do not do such things, I do not like to consider myself as a King when I am with you – but you know of such things, you know how the weight of the crown would ruin such things.”
Henry looked down at their hands.
“I do,” Summer sighed. “But surely God does not mean us to — to,” she broke off, unable to find the right words. “My lord, may I … I wish that you would kiss me again … “
He kisses her lips again as he lightly places a hand on her hip pulling her a bit closer.
Obediently, she steps in, slipping her arms up around his neck.
“You.” He smiles then, leans in and kisses her lips lightly.
“Hmmm,” she purred into the kiss. “Go on … “
Muses, muns, asks, and roleplay
I’m not entirely sure how to start this post, except to kinda plunge in the middle and tell what happened. I’m doing this at least partly so /I/ have a record of my perspective. What anybody else chooses to do about it is their own lookout.
Some nights I get bored, and I go round to other roleplayers’ askboxes and leave weird or strange or provocative little messages in character just to see what happens. One night it was “*peers* I’m collecting kisses. Would you like to donate?” Another night it was “*a nerf dart zips past your ear accompanied by the sound of giggling*” Last night it happened to be “Your muse just found my muse in his bed, naked and willing. What happens?” which interestingly went mildly viral.
I never expect a certain kind of response to these. I’m taking my character and playing. For reasons I don’t entirely comprehend, last night’s game made killerinthesky and some of his friends angry. Apparently, both mun and muse were angry. The thread that descended from that post turned ugly very fast.
I put a lot of effort into not letting my responses as my muse and as a mun get crossed. Other muses can respond negatively to my muse and that is not a problem for me. I keep firmly in my mind that a muse and the mun are not the same. I also put effort into differentiating my muse from me the mun. Yes, Summer is modelled on me, very much so.
She is not me. Her attitudes toward some things are not mine. Her responses to some things are not mine.
I the mun am okay with someone’s muse calling my muse a slot. She is. I the mun am okay with someone, in ccharacter or out, observing that my muse misused the term ‘polyamorous’.
The impression I got from these posts, which I ‘stumbled’ across due to following killerinthesky (which he knew I was doing), is that he responded to my muse as a mun, and assumed that my muse’s actions represented my personal actions and thoughts.
If that’s the case, well … there’s not a whole lot I can do about it. It’s a mistaken assumption. Summer is, frankly, wrong. Her application of the term ‘polyamorous’ in that context is wrong. I personally happen to know the difference. I am polyamorous. I’m very lucky to be with someone who is not and still allows me to be so. Loves me for being so.
When I started that askbox game, I was by no means intending to play that Summer was actively trying to break up any in character established relationships. It was a game, the same as the crush meme or the kiss meme or the sex memes. I have to wonder, since I deliberately modelled my ask after the five words naked meme, why that one is okay but mine is apparently not.
When I come into an askbox in character, she is interacting with your muse in a timeline separate from her other timelines, until there is a reason to do differently (i.e. we have a thread with other muses as well). Unless I’m told differently (by the mun or on an info/about page), I assume your muse is the same. Maybe this is a mistake. I don’t know. It’s what I do.
Lastly, if you the mun have a problem with me or my muse, I encourage you to bring it to me directly. Tag me, I track my username as tag. Inbox me, it’s always open and anon is always on. I’m glad to discuss my social screwups, of which there are many, in public or in private so that I can improve as a person. I’m glad to discuss my muse with people, in public or private.
I’m very uncomfortable with high-school-style behind-my-back discussions about me. Eventually it amounts to slander or libel or both, and I deserve the opportunity to answer openly.
He sighs and stands up putting a hand on her cheek, “Let me face my fears,” he whispers.
“Tell me what you want.” Her gaze is utterly steady.
(I gotta sleep. Pick this back up when I wake <3 )
He blinks, “Love or passion or lust…they are tricky emotions.” he shrugs and sighs.
She unfolds herself from the bed, near his height when she is standing and he is sitting. “I can’t make your fear go away. Not truly. Only you can do that. If you change your mind, SHIELD can always find me.”
“It’s not only you that he may hurt,” he sighs.
A frown creases her brow. “Forgive me, I don’t know the right words to say this. You believe making love will call your other soul to the surface?”