Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.
Dec. 7th, 2010 05:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purplepimphatsWell, the old one has served us well, but it's two years old there's a new game out and hopefully this will bring in a whole bunch more activity.
the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.
-one request per comment.
-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.
-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.
-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.
-a list of kinks to get you started.
-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.
-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.
A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.
the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.
-one request per comment.
-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.
-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.
-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.
-a list of kinks to get you started.
-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.
-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.
A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.
A Helping Hand: Revised 2/?
Date: 2011-01-28 09:51 am (UTC)Isaac groggily woke up thanks to the sounds of an explosion followed by hysterical cackling. He rubbed his temples and quickly skimmed through his notes, straining his eyes as he tried to clear his vision. He froze upon realizing that he had slept in later than usual due to the orange tint of the sunlight streaming through the windows, and hastily swiped a small scroll from a cupboard and ran to the door.
He didn’t get very far when the collar of his jacket was yanked backwards, and he was sent tumbling awkwardly toward the staircase. He swore loudly when his forehead collided with a crate.
“Uh,” a gruff voice started, “Oops.”
Isaac whirled around, which worsened his pounding headache. “Garet! What the hell?!” he shouted, bleeding profusely before coming to his senses and casting Cure on himself.
Well, that didn’t go right. He tried to go for another plan, patting his arm. They both noticed that it was his uninjured one. “How about taking the day off?”
”No! I’ve wasted enough time as it is!” Isaac turned around and attempted to run away again. He almost fell over to his side when Garet’s patting turned into a vice-like grip. “Let go.”
“Isaac.”
”What.”
“Look,” Garet began, “You need to stop—“
“Listen to me. I don’t have the luxury of time to play aro—“
“No. You listen to me.” He enunciated each word with a rough shake. “You’re not alone in this, and there are others who are willing to help! So stop trying to be a damn martyr and relax for once!”
“I can’t. The Wise One chose me to watch over Mt. Aleph and protect Weyard. I’m not going to fail—“
“See? This is what I’m talking about! You’re only one person. One. You can’t take responsibility for everything, and you have us to back you up if you need help!” Garet yelled. “We care about you, alright? Jenna and Ivan are worried about you. I’m worried, too. A day off wouldn’t kill you. Hell, maybe a few hours’ worth! You haven’t been acting normal and you’re becoming more and more closed off. And you haven’t been eating or sleeping right. You also look sick, and…”
“You’re acting like your damn wife,” Isaac replied without thinking. He instantly regretted it when Garet’s expression fell, hurt and betrayed, and his grip faltered before it tightened painfully.
“Don’t you ever talk about her like that,” Garet snarled and slammed him against the bookcase, several tomes slipping off from the impact. Talking about his wife, namely his former wife, was taboo between them, and he had completely forgotten. Isaac opened his mouth to apologize but was interrupted when Garet shouted, raising a fist to strike him, “You don’t know what happened! I tried, okay?!”
Isaac closed his eyes and waited for the blow, but nothing came. Opening them greeted him with the sight of the other man rooted to the spot, unmoving.
He remained silent as he watched his friend fall to pieces. Garet’s body shook and a small hiss escaped from his lips. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, arm falling to his side as he exhaled brokenly.
“…Yeah,” Isaac quietly agreed, clumsily wrapping his free arm around him, “Yeah… I know. I’m sorry.”
Garet released his grip and stood to the side. Isaac frowned. “If it’ll make you feel any better, I can take a break right now.”
“…”
“Garet?”
“…This is pretty damned sad,” he croaked as Isaac glanced at him in the process of picking up the scroll that dropped during their tirade. “I’m supposed to be helping you relax, and yet you try to cheer me up.”
“You stopped me from working, so I’d say that you succeeded.” Isaac walked over to him and patted his back. He wryly added, “Unorthodox as it was.” Garet didn’t respond, so he tried to change the subject. “So…”
He turned to look at the blond.
“What’s in the package?”