The Truth Meme!

[inconstantly]

 

 
 

• 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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[excelsus]

[Because John has been getting all of the heavy questions, in comes Dorian with his levity.]

You've a fetching pair of eyes. [Cat's out of the bag now isn't it?] Is this something you know or is it your best kept secret from yourself? I should like to see them lined with kohl, you'll let me won't you?

[Such deep questions, such soul piercing questions!]

Hm...also have you ever accidentally had any magical mishaps in the bedroom?

[As in sex, John, as in sex! This is an important question, this is the deep one right here.]

[inconstantly]

I've always thought of my face as devilishly handsome, and my eyes as part of it but not as an individual feature. So yes and no I suppose. You may use kohl but only if you're prepared to hear story after story about the time in my life when I last used eyeliner.

[He's thankful for the more lighthearted questions to be honest. Something needs to be a little less heavy than an examination of self loathing.]

And yes.

[You're going to have to ask if you want details, Dorian. Specifics are part of the fun of the game.]

[excelsus]

Listen to you talk about yourself in any capacity, what hardships you heap upon my person, darling!

[In other words, yes he will listen to your story.]

The suspense. So did you light the bed curtains on fire or was it more dramatic?

[No Dorian, the bed curtains are your story.]

[inconstantly]

The way my pyromancy works... I can't create fire. I can control and manipulate it, but I need a source. One of multiple reasons why I carry a lighter with me at all times. So in general it's never been an issue.

Until it was. I was with another mage at the time who unlocked this ability without realizing and before we knew it we created our own source: fire in the rubbish bin on the other side of the room.

[a literal garbage fire]

[excelsus]

Fortunately it was only the rubbish bin and you weren't in an awkward situation. Or were you in an awkward situation?

[inconstantly]

Considering we didn't notice until the fire spread to a rug I would say that was awkward enough in itself.

Oh and there was also the time when I charmed one of those talking soft toys to speak on its own just as a lark. I had forgotten about tossing it into a corner in my bedroom until it made commentary far filthier than I would have imagined from such a bright and fuzzy face.

[excelsus]

I suppose you could have done worse.

Ah, now that's a charm I would like to see, perhaps not on a toy, because that's just a horribly creepy thing to do. On par with nug feet.