DE: Truth or dare

[bjornwilde]

 Two options for this Friday, both based on the dangerous game of truth or dare. Be sure to note which you'd like to plat.

Option One: In character truth or dare
1- Tag in with a pup or list you'd like to play with
2- Get a request for either a truth or receive a dare (don't forget to tag others with truths or dares)
3- Answer in character, perhaps using dares as EP ideas

Option Two: Truth or dare fic meme
1- Tag in with a pup or list you'd like to play with
2- Get a request for truth or receive a dare (don't forget to tag others with truths or dares)
3- Write a fic, however long, based on what you get

Comments

GOD THESE TWO.

[lark_in_flight]

Cosette nods, a little, without looking up.

She watches her fork against the crumbs. Press one direction; press the other, aligned as exactly as she can, so the lines cross like good weaving. The cake crumbs are slowly melding into paste. The light glitters off the silver, each tine tipped with a point like a little star.

She won't cry. He doesn't want to tell her anything; well, that's that.

THEY ARE THE WORST. Or in this case, Valjean is. D:

[road_to_calvary]

He opens his mouth to say more, but no words come. There is nothing he can say. Now that she has met Fantine, perhaps it would be safe to talk of Montreuil - but then he might be expected to explain why he had to stop being mayor, and then further, and further, and where will it end? Safer for both of them that nothing is said at all...and if she is sad, and if it causes him anguish...well, that is the price for security, it seems.

So, he says nothing. It is the way it must be.