#;memos

outofthedream I don’t think that you’re going to likethis answer, but what’s to deal with? I understand thatit can be frustrating to want to RP with someone andbe unable to, believe me. We all do. I promise you onthis site there is probably at least one blog that eachuser can think of that they’d like to rp with, but showno interest in doing so.

And that’s completely okay.

You aren’t owed anything on this site, and neither amI. Okay, I take that back. We’re all owed politeness andkindness, so unless that RPer is being outright rude toyou and mocking your play and whatnot, it’s their rightto not want to RP with whoever they don’t want to RPwith. All it is reflective of is an individual interaction; itdoesn’t work between you two, but it will work with otherpeople, of that I’m sure!

We reblog our promos to get our characters out there;just because someone is viewed as popular doesn’tmean that they’re well known in other fandoms or whatnot. Judging someone for that is kind of catty, and nothelpful to your own frame of mind.

he’s the reason she did it.

ariadne hadn’t been very old when the master ofthe maze had come to her, or had it been him? togive her a simple skein of thread and to promiseher that some day, this would be all right again. thetributes would cease, all because she would find away to be very brave.

but within the year, he and his son had escapedsomehow, and no one was certain how. her fatherwas enraged, her mother indifferent, but all shecould remember was that the son of daedalus wasjust her age, and they both had been forced to stay even though they wished to go.

years later, when she had escaped crete as well,the whole story was unraveled from bits of rumorand scandal, her heart bled for the young boy whohad simply wished to be free.

she’s only five when she curls up on her mother’slap, asking the innocent enough question all childrenask sooner or later. little miranda was so curious, butshe had ariadne’s frank manner, and her father’s more exacting desire to be informed.

it was at times an exhausting combination, but ariadneloved her daughter to pieces. so she cuddled the littlegirl and told her all about miranda cooper. the strong,amazing woman who had been her great-aunt, who hadhelped her mother become the woman she was, andhow wonderfully proud of little miranda she would be.

they’re both so young, everyone says,as if they haven’t seen the fall of theenterprise, as if they haven’t seen allsorts of combat and death and horror.

but the good, the incalculable good ofthe universe, the wonder all dwarfs thehorrors in comparison, and there is noone in the galaxy she would want to beside by side with to see it.

yes, they are young. but they are brightand in love and literally the entirety ofspace is at their doorstep. when they smile in passing while on duty or spendhours together watching the stars passin their quarters, the sheer potential oftheir life together is overwhelming.

and ariadne doesn’t care how young they all seem to think they are.

he’s such a mystery.

ariadne’s pretty sure his name isn’treally eames, and that most of his lifehas probably been part of various &sundry shady organizations who mayor may not have had ties to various &sundry governments. she was just sosure of that much, at least.

but the rest were question marks.how he felt about her, how he saw herskills, how they fit into any kind of situation together because he had ona mask that was both visible and yetso opaque at the same time.

you could see the mask but it wasn’t as if you could see past it.

so she’d keep an eye out for clues, for ideas and hints about who this manwith the easy smile but sharp eyestruly was. because ariadne wasn’t sure.

he wasn’t really a mark. he came in, lookingfor help. he wasn’t the most polite man in theworld about it, but he still asked, and therewas naked fear in his eyes even along with the brash arrogance. she hadn’t been lookingfor something more, but neither had he.

it happened all the same though.

a gentle touch of the hand after waking up after a horrible dream, a cup of coffee whenhe arrived to her workspace, little things thatall added up to a kiss at the trocadaro, somuch more gentle than she would have evenguessed at. they’d fallen into things so verycasually, and yet the love that was growingwas intense, was genuine.

she knew they were still learning about theother, and that every relationship had a lotof ups and downs. this was the early part, thebeautiful part where everything was just allhappy and sunshine.

but that’s all right.