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memezilla2016-04-03 04:17 am
the affectionate physical contact meme
you love spending time with your significant other. but sometimes, just "spending time" with him/her isn't enough. you need to have your hands on each other every now and then.
➝ post your character below, with your character's name and series in the subject.
➝ tag other people, using an rng with range 1-8 to roll a scenario.
➝ roll as many times as you want, play out whatever you want
one; hugging. you just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.
two; kissing. whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.
three; holding hands. it's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. but that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. what the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.
four; carrying. is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? do they want a piggyback ride? or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.
five; i love you. you've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.
six; dancing. kick up the music, because it's time to dance! but no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! you can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. personally, i recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!
seven; massaging. did your significant other have a rough day? did they get hurt? or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. they'll feel wonderful in no time!
eight; flirting. the easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.
nine; cuddling. sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.
ten; wild card! reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!
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but then it sinks in, and eliza's smile is warm, and growing bigger by the moment, and he stares for a long moment. and suddenly, his throat tightens, and his hold on philip instinctively tightens, and words fall out before he can stop them : ]
So --
[ but even that doesn't work, and his throat tightens even more, and alexander manages another sudden grin -- bright, warm, thrilled -- ]
Eliza --
[ and he presses his lips against hers, kissing her quickly before burying his face into her hair, drawing in a quick breath -- calm, cool, collected, driven alexander hamilton, reduced to sniffling into his wife's hair, with a now quickly protesting baby being shifted into being held between them
and i thought i was so smart. ]
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but then he says her name - throat tight, words difficult - and she can't hold in her excitement any more. ]
I wasn't sure how to tell you, but I found out the day before yes- [ but then his lips are on hers, and she's melting, unaware of the noises philip has started to make at being jostled around so much and now no longer the center of attention.
and when he moves to bury his face in her hair, she shifts as well, setting her head on his chest, moving more over into his lap as she attends to philip, quiets him again before moving him to her own lap, just so that it's easier for her to get closer to alexander still. but after a few moments of silence pass - alexander's breathing hitching every once in awhile, so she knows why, but she says it any way. ]
Alexander. [ because eliza can't keep quiet about this anymore. because alexander is here this time to experience her finding out herself. ] Tell me what you're thinking.
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You're offering me a blank check.
[ tell me what you're thinking. how can he ever narrow it down. how can he pick one singular thing. there's so much rushing through his head, and most of it is awful, but it's always ending with something good. that seems to be how life is going lately. good. it's been good, and how long has it been since he's felt good?
but finally, he straightens, and hurriedly rubs his eyes -- half tired, half because he's certain there are tears, and he's annoyed by that -- a quick murmured apology before he clears his throat, keeping his eyes on philip. who has open eyes, now, watching his parents sleepily. awake, now, that alexander has woken him. ]
... I was thinking that I have a older brother. And we aren't close, I don't... even know where he is. Probably still home, he didn't get out, he was satisfied with staying there. [ it's said quietly to himself -- the idea of being satisfied of living in nevis is so completely foreign to him ] I was thinking that I never really thought about having a sibling being a good thing, and I was wondering whether or not my parents felt happy when they knew they were going to have me. Or if they just viewed me as another problem. [ he pauses ] I think my mother was happy. I don't think my father ever expected either of us to amount of anything.
[ which is probably why he left. but eliza had asked what he was thinking, and he's not really quite done, so he pauses there to let that sink in for a moment before continuing. ]
And then I started thinking about how close I came to not being here, and how I didn't... I cared if I lived or died, but I was willing to die for the cause, and I knew that if I did die, you would be taken care of. You would be alright, and you would find someone who could take care of you, and give you the life that you deserve. But I couldn't doom him to the same fate that I had. [ and alexander allows philip to grab at his hands, a grin escaping. ] He didn't deserve to grow up without a father, and you didn't deserve to raise him alone, and then I was thinking about how lucky I am to be alive, and to be here, and how lucky I am to have the chance to have another child, with you...
[ is that it -- ah, no, and alexander huffs a soft laugh to himself, rubbing at his eyes again. ]
-- and then I was thinking that I really needed to stop bursting into tears every damn time I feel something because it's starting to become a problem, and then you asked me the question.
[ so. there. that about sums it up. ]
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eliza's eyes close at the kiss to her temple, so warm and happy herself it's a little hard to handle. and then there's that comment, and eliza is grinning a bit herself, tilting her head back to look up and watch him organize. list out. figure where to begin and how to verbalize. ]
Of course. You were fighting a war when we had Phillip. Now you have the chance to be here. With me.
[ he straights, sits up, and eliza does the same. finds herself pulling off of where she'd been half over him, turning so that she can better watch him, listen. philip's little murmur has her distracted, briefly, wiping away some of the sleep from his eyes with a fond look before alexander starts.
and he does. just as she expected he would, he talks, and she feels as though she learns so much with every single word. and some of it hurts. some of it is so painful she can't even imagine. i never really thought about having a sibling being a good thing and eliza feels like she's been punched, gut wrenching. ]
Alexander- [ she reaches out, then, tucking some of his hair behind his ear, setting her hand against his cheek. there's so much she can say - about how his mother must have felt when she had him. about the joy of holding a child in your arms really feels. but alexander isn't done, and eliza can't bring herself to interrupt him again.
even when a soft gasp, a near sob, escapes her the moment he says someone who could take care of you, and give you the life you deserve. it's not as if she didn't know, because she did - she knew that alexander was willing to do whatever it takes for their nation, for washington, and that had been half the reason she had written him in the first place. why she had begged him to send alexander home.
you deserve a chance to meet your son
she runs her thumb across his cheek, seeing him grin down at philip despite how her chest hurts. that he could think that, that he could have gone through that without her, but he laughs and rubs at his eyes again and eliza reaches up, gently grabbing his wrist with her other hand, setting it down before reaching up to wipe away the tears that have settled on his cheeks, smiling as she leans forward to kiss the corner of his eye. ]
Alexander Hamilton, [ she kisses his temple, next. ] I love this brain of yours. [ his forehead, now. ] But I need you to know- [ now the tip of his nose, before she presses her forehead against his, ignoring (momentarily) the fussy noises from philip at the fact he's no longer the center of attention and he's not sure what his parents are doing. ]
How happy I am that you're alive right now.
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he closes his eyes at eliza resting her forehead against his, drawing in a quiet breath at her words before he opens his eyes again, leaning forward to close the gap to kiss her gently, brushing her hair out of her face, tucking her own loose strands behind her ear with a faint smile ]
I'm happy to be alive too.
[ it's soft -- the words almost foreign, escaping, but he doesn't take them back, and he draws in a breath before shifting to allow eliza the room to lay down properly, gathering up philip -- hugging him, briefly to his chest, before speaking again ]
I think this one is going to be a girl. [ quietly, informatively -- no room for error, in this statement, to eliza as he wraps philip up a bit more neatly in his blankets ] Bless us all... so, that being said -- sleep, my love. [ voice still soft, but no less warm, and once eliza is settled, he gingerly tucks philip in between them before setting himself down properly, allowing philip to have his hand again, tiny fingers curling around his own ] You need sleep.
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her own eyes close for a moment, right until she feels him lean forward to close the gap and kiss her. she feels herself smiling into the kiss, kissing him back for the moment she has him. she can't hold back the way her face splits into a grin when he tells her that, no matter how soft or hidden, and she looks back up to him. ]
Good.
[ but then they're moving, and eliza moves with him, the heaviness on her shoulders and chest telling her it is way beyond time for sleep. alexander shifts her around to lay down properly, and she does, feeling better about where they are now.
his next comment has her looking up back up to him, her eyes growing heavier by the moment, her smile now small and secretive. ] You think so? [ and she watches him settle down into the bed himself, philip now once again asleep, settled between them. she pulls the blanket up over him, kissing the side of his temple, before looking back over to alexander.
she's half asleep by this point, but she reaches over anyway, setting her hand on the wrist of the hand being held captive by their son. ]
Goodnight, love.