ladiesnight | SCRIBS RELATIONSHIP MEME

☁ THE RELATIONSHIP MEME

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Dramatic or cracky, there are options for everyone who has a sudden itching to play out some ships.

↘ Post your character below, listing their name and series in the subject.
↘ Others respond after going to random.org and entering 1-16 for a scene or just picking one that seems appropriate

● 01 I HAVE A CONFESSION | There's someone you really like and it's finally time to tell them! It can be spur of the moment or elaborately planned out.
● 02 START OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL | You've just got together and everything is great! You can't stop thinking about each other or keep your hands off your significant other. You want to spend all the time you can together, doing whatever!
● 03 CAN'T GET IT UP | It happens to everyone, honest! For whatever reason, you just haven't been able to perform or maybe you're just not interested in sex. Is it because things are dull? Is it because you're not attracted to your partner? Or have you just been too busy or stressed out?
● 04 SAW YOU LAST NIGHT | You think you saw your partner in the arms of another - was it an honest mistake or is something honestly going on here?
● 05 FIRST TIME | It's the first kiss or the first time making love with your partner and you're so nervous and awkward, you're sure you'll mess it up! Maybe you do, but that's okay... they like you, right?
● 06 ANNIVERSARY | Two week, two month, two year, or whatever number you decide, that's how long you've been together with your partner and you want to do something special to celebrate it!
● 07 WANT YOU BACK | You broke up, but it was a mistake. You need to correct it ASAP... will your lover take you back though?
● 08 JUST MARRIED | Just married! Is it the wedding night? The honeymoon? You decide!
● 09 BAD ROMANCE | You're no good for each other and you know it! Unfortunately, your relationship is so sizzling, you can't break it off and you don't even want to.
● 10 FIGHT | You're both in one of those moods where you just want to sit around fighting over every little thing... bills or money, friends, your partner staying out too late, or whatever you can think of!
● 11 LET'S MAKE UP | Of course making up is the best part though! Whatever it was is totally forgotten now.
● 12 HONEY, I'M... | You've been feeling a little funny for a bit, so you take a pregnancy test and... oh no! Or is it 'oh great!'? Time to tell your partner either way...
● 13 ABOUT LAST NIGHT | Time to face that one night stand...
● 14 CHEATER | You're not being cheated on! You're the other person meddling with someone's lover! But for whatever reason, you just can't say no even if you know you should...
● 15 OBJECTIONS | You're facing a lot of objections to your relationship and it's starting to put a strain on it. Why don't you sit down and discuss it, see if you can work it out?
● 16 HAVE TO LET YOU GO | You have to break up with your partner... not because you want to! But because you need to protect them... can you do it successfully? Will they find out? You decide!

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[Chrysi squeezes his hand gently, trying to contain her glee and failing.

The world is wonderful and life is beautiful.]

[He squeezes in return, grinning back at her and aving his heart filling with a feeling that is new and exciting and marvelous. He reaches over to brush a stray hair out of her face while they walk, and really, to him, she looks perfect.]

You look quite pretty today, Chrysi. Even more so than usual.

[She leans into his hand, blushing gently.]

Merci, Monsieur Leclair. Though I think you might be a liiiiittle biased.

_{[She's been planning this day for months, and left no detail unconsidered. Location. What she'd say, how she'd say it. What he might say back. what she'd say back in reply to what he might say back to her. How she'd do this. Props. Her outfit.

For the love of Newton's Second Law, her outfit.

She had hundreds of things, and could not find a single thing to wear. It was a tremendous challenge. She wanted to look fantastic, but not like she was trying too hard (as if she could), nor did she want to look intimidating. To other people, maybe, but not him, but understating her sense of style just wasn't her, either. She wasn't a demure person. Too formal, and he might wonder what the occasion was. There certainly was an occasion--she'd like to think there was, this counts, right?--but she didn't want to put him on the spot. Style, functionality, venue, all of these were incredible consideration. She decided to go with greek sandals with laces that went up a little past her ankles, a tube top with a sash just under the bust and lace shrug, very sleek cargo capris. She's got a scarf in her hair, tied in a large bow at the side, and two necklaces, one short, one draped long. She's wearing her rose-coloured glasses, and her large bangles. The picture of stylishly casual.

Of her many, many, many, many options, charts, graphs, and planning, in the end, she chose a botanical garden. The outdoors were freeing, so there were no restrictive elements, but the place was gorgeous, setting it a cut above any old park. It wasn't strictly a romantic place, friends and families frequented it, but it had the potential to be. It was public enough, but with winding paths, large bushes, trees, and groves, there were plenty of places for privacy. It even had several species of exotic and butterflies birds, too. She checked the weather for today. Clear and sunny all day. (She'd have to stab a meteorologist or ten if it weren't.)

Perfect.

She set the meeting time for two (it was one thirty seven). Quite a bit of time after most people had lunch, so they wouldn't have to get anything. She's not a slob, she could keep food from falling onto her clothes, but there were other people to account for. Accidents. Carelessness. A series of events likened to a whimsical contraption similar to the Final Destination movies, but with the end goal being far worse than death: her plans might all fall apart. Murphy's Law shows mercy to no one.

Faye would take no chances.

She'd get a slush with a spoon. Small, manageable, and neat. It would be watermelon flavoured, a nice pink that wouldn't leave an unattractive coloured streak on her already pink tongue.

She checks her face in her compact for the eighteenth and half time in the past fourteen minutes (it could have been fifteen, but hey, who's counting).

She might be a little nervous.]}

[He arrives, finally, round glasses perched on his nose (he left the clock ones at home, he didn't wear them in public for the fear of bumping into people), dressed in a casual collared red shirt and black pants. Honestly, he had no idea what this was about. All he had gotten was an invitation from her to this garden on a certain day at a certain time, and now he was here.]

[His cheeks flush slightly when she sees her, and he has to admit that she's very, very beautiful. He waves as he walks up.]

Bonjour, miss Faye! [A pause.] Ah, you look very pretty today.

_{[There's a happy little flutter in her stomach at just seeing him show up, and she struggles not to smile stupidly. Which isn't to say that she isn't smiling. Alright, Faye, get it together.
Showtime.]}

Salut, Monsieur Leclair. _{[She notices the colour in his cheeks, which doesn't stop the faint colour to her own. Very, very faint. Really, it could be the light reflecting off her glasses, okay.]}

And thank you. You look very nice yourself, red flatters you.

_{[Still smiling, she gestures to a pathway in invitation.]}

Shall we?

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01 Oh LAWD Faye likes to plan. A little. DON'T WORRY ABOUT HAVING A REPLY THIS LONG, SHE'S JUST NUTS

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