The Confessions Meme

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The Confessions Meme

✔ Your character is suddenly compelled to confess things.
✔ They can be about themselves, things they think about others, etc etc.
✔ Format however you like! If you want to make a toplevel and respond to yourself with individual confessions to keep things organized, go for it. If you want to post a bunch of confessions together in the toplevel, that's also cool! Same with having a thread/reply for other characters confessing to yours.
✔ Reply to confessions!
✔ Continue to confess things/assume your character has to tell the truth in threads.
✔ HAVE FUN

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[dedikated]

[ or she's just doing it on purpose because it is more entertaining that way?

nah she just sucks at it. ]

You're overthinking me. I'm not that complicated, [ said with both brows raised. ]

[hollowly]

( that is precisely what he thought. )

That's something I've been accused of before. ( shrug. it's true. )

So tell me how uncomplicated you are.

[dedikated]

[ sam you are now getting glared at by a midget. ]

I'm like anyone. Just want to have something good in my life.

[ THAT was more somber than she would have liked. Stupid whatever was making her honest. ]

[hollowly]

( well now if that isn't the most threatening thing that has ever happened to him!

but.

damn.

his expression drops a little. ) That makes two of us.

( because every time he has something good in his life, it gets taken away from him. )

[dedikated]

[ Well, she can't say anything about that, can she? There's really no quip or snark that would be suitable for something said with that face. Even she's not that irreverent. ]

Still searching? [ she's not sure if she is... Sometimes, back home, it feels like she isn't. ]

[hollowly]

( well, this has gotten incredibly serious incredibly fast, but there's something in him that thinks it might have needed to come out. because he's never been anything, if not great at pushing things down and ignoring them until they all but eat him alive. )

I don't know. ( he's thought about it, and thought about it some more. ) Sometimes I think I am, others - ( he very pointedly does not keep eye contact with her, and that in itself speaks volumes. ) Not so much.

[dedikated]

[ oh you poor child. Kate's arms fold around herself loosely - not quite protective or defensive, but comforting all the same. ]

I- [ her arms tighten around herself a bit. ] I can understand that. [ she isn't looking at him either. ]

[hollowly]

( he keeps his gaze on her for a tiny moment - maybe just the span of his next heartbeat, which seems to have picked up a bit behind his ribs - and then the fingers of one hand reach out slowly, brushing over the bend of an elbow, a hesitant request to pull her into a hug, permission for him to be the one to comfort her.

he won't press, he would never think to, but the want is still there. and he doesn't say anything - not yet - because he isn't entirely sure what words would work best here. )

[dedikated]

[ The silence is palpable, the air so thick she can practically feel it against her skin even though it's as dead as it ever is down here. Kate glances over - up, really - at Sam, then down at the fingers on her elbow.

And back to his face again.

She's really not that good with the touchy-feely shit; it's almost a running joke back home that she'll thwack anyone who hugs her in greeting. It's practically used as a yardstick to measure her mood with some of her friends. So it takes her too long to figure out what to do, because the natural reaction is to pull away and say I'm fine,

But her natural reactions have always been historically terrible.

So, instead, Kate unwinds her arms and grabs his hand, just for a moment, and squeezes it. ]

[hollowly]

( that's another way in which they differ, because sam has always been a tactile sort of entity - always willing to offer up a hug or some other sort of physical comfort when the need arises. no chick-flick moments, dean has always said, and for the most part he's managed to reign it back and keep it to himself, even though sometimes he has to acknowledge the ache in his chest for lack of anything else to give.

words, he's always been decent with those, but there are times when they just don't fit, or if they do, it's poorly. it had been a knee-jerk reaction to reach for her, and it surprises him a bit that she takes his hand in hers, so much smaller than his own, and his fingers give a delicate sort of squeeze that doesn't ask for anything else, doesn't presume more than what he's been given.

he tucks his chin close to his chest, hair falling into his eyes for the smallest moment which, fortuitously, masks the shy sort of smile that spreads slowly across the line of his mouth. )

I'm glad we understand each other. ( his fingers stay curled around hers for another small moment, and really, he'll only pull away when she does, reticent to relinquish contact just by dint of finding some comfort of his own in her touch. )

[dedikated]

[ hugs are for happier times than this. The visit of a friend you haven't seen in months, the success of theory becoming reality, that kind of thing. It seems wrong to taint them with the moments where you want nothing more than to curl up into your own skin and play dead.

But compromises can be made, right? Somewhere in between full body contact and none at all there's... Well, whatever this is. Not quite handholding, because that implies something fixed and possessive, and it isn't really. It's just a quick squeeze.

Eventually, she lets his fingers drop and slips her hands into her pockets. That's a good sign, one that she's comfortable.

Also sam she's a midget she can probably see under ur hair here. ] Me too. [ it's obvious, to her, and saying it is strange and uncomfortable... But she's been learning recently that maybe her way of reacting to things could be improved. Maybe some things do need to be said, no matter how no shit she thinks they are.

But simple agreement is one thing. Saying what's on the tip of her tongue, no matter the compulsion (I'm glad I met you) is another thing entirely and she bites down on the words instead. Swallows them back for a little while more.

There is such a thing as being too vulnerable. ] Guess we at least got something good out of this place. [ that's a better way of putting it. Honest, but general. People - from both of them to the entire population here - have gotten something good from it. Have met others and found something worth a little of their trust and happiness. ]

[hollowly]

( hugs have always meant different things to him. i missed you, i'm glad you're okay, i was worried – all of the things that have a tendency to fall between the cracks when words fall short, and actions have always spoken louder than words. but he understands that not everyone feels that way, that personal space is a sacred thing, and he doesn't press the issue even if it's all he wants, to wrap her up and reassure her that things are okay. well, as okay as they can be in a place like this, where nothing is certain and every day is one more variable to add to the equation they haven't even begun to solve.

compromises are, all things considered, decent enough things. to somehow meet nearly in the middle, even if he's erring on her side of things just to be safe, to tread lightly and carefully just so he doesn't end up overstepping boundaries – and maybe, one of these days, they'll get to that point. for now, the simple curl of fingers for the smallest, fleeting moment is enough for him.

it will always be about the simple, subtle things, anyway.

she doesn't have to say it, because he swears he thinks he hears it in what she isn't saying, and that's more than enough admission for the things left sitting between them, the air that seems empty but is far from it, full of intent and the things neither of them are willing to divulge. at least, not now.

he knows a thing or two about vulnerability. ) It's more than I was expecting. ( to say the very least. ) Sometimes surprises aren't all so bad, huh?

[dedikated]

Suppose not. [ She's always been good at that. That sort of casual, not-really-but-it-totally-is agreement. The art of understatement is a powerful tool in keeping things from being too much, in keeping people from getting too close.

(But really, he's already under her skin and it is getting impossible to ignore or deny. Arms length has been a failure for her entire time here; not just with Sam but with almost everyone. She cares in ways far beyond her capacity as a clinician and it is going to hurt when she leaves. Or when they do.

Someone always leaves, after all.)

Kate welcomes the subtle and the unsaid, because actions speak louder than words. Because the way a person feels is far more obvious in the comfort of their silence or the twitch of their lips when their eyes lock with your own. There is more to be said in defending a person than promising to do it. Words lie (I'm fine, really. I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine-) but there are few people who can control their reactions in the same way. Not everything needs to be grand gestures and impassioned speeches.

Sometimes the silence works just as well. ]