The Truth Meme!

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• Leave your character's name in the comment section.
• Characters ask one another questions, all replies must be truthful.
• Have fun, no lying.

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[withimagination]

[...] What?

[pointedlook]

You're evading the question.

[withimagination]

[A sigh.] Yes, Arthur. Yes, I've been pulling your bloody pigtails this entire time.

[pointedlook]

Fuck.

[ He's having a moment. ]

You know, Mal told me that years ago and I laughed?

[withimagination]

[He laughs quietly.] Yes, I do believe Mal had me pegged from the start.

[pointedlook]

She literally pulled me aside like I was her daughter and told me very seriously "he wants your attention and if he breaks your heart I'm going to kill him."

[withimagination]

[A short pause.] Arthur, we're treading dangerous waters.

[Talking about hearts. He's giving him an out.]

[pointedlook]

Right.

I, uh. Yeah.

[ Fuck that's a bad side step ]

[withimagination]

[......Hm.]

...Unless you feel like being dangerous.

[Ughhhh]

Have I broken your heart?

[pointedlook]

Not particularly, no. Especially not if this is going where I think it is.

[ Oh, and there it is. ]

My heart isn't yours to break.

[ Can't suffer if all he expects is the physical and nothing else. ]

[withimagination]

[...Ouch. If that means what he thinks it means.]

Yeah, I know. Has it been broken before?

[pointedlook]

People don't usually get that close.

But yeah, a few times.

[withimagination]

Why don't they get that close? Because of the danger of the job, or because you're putting up walls?

[pointedlook]

I only dated someone in dreamshare once; they left because of the danger.

The rest usually didn't enjoy how much I work.

[withimagination]

What if you found someone who wasn't afraid of the danger, and didn't mind a workaholic?

[Asking for a friend.]

[pointedlook]

That would depend on whether that person exists in reality or not.

It always starts with "I don't mind you working" and ends with "it's either me or your job".

[withimagination]

True. But what if I could guarantee you one exists?

[ahaha...ha...]

[pointedlook]

Nothing is a guarantee, Mr Eames.

[withimagination]

Trust me, I can guarantee this one.

[pointedlook]

You'll have to excuse me if I call bullshit and don't believe you.

[withimagination]

It's not bloody bullshit. It's someone who works just as much as you do, who would travel wherever to be with you, who already knows the danger of your job, and who can handle things on their own. They're real, you silly, aggravating, too-serious goose.

Now answer my question.

[pointedlook]

[ ok he's done tip toeing. ]

There's a big difference between loving a person and loving the idea of a person.

[withimagination]

[He did not just say that.]

Yeah, there is. There's also a difference between showing your emotions in a healthy manner versus keeping them all bottled up and just pretending they don't exist.

[pointedlook]

Maybe there's a reason why I choose to do it that way.

[withimagination]

[He blinks. Is he actually admitting to that?]

What's the reason?