TRUTH OR DARE MEME

[phaseshifter]

TRUTH OR DARE MEME

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Tag other characters to give em truths or dares

Get them from other people in return

Hilarity hopefully ensues

Assume some kind of compulsion for truths to be true and so on for maximum shenaniganry

Play nice, kiddos

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[rubikscomplex]

Lame.

Fine. Craziest sex you've ever actually had.

[sleight_of_fate]

Craziest, huh? Um. Hmm.

Depending on your definition of crazy? I mean.

[The compulsion is giving him a little wiggle room here, but not much. Dammit. He's still going to make House with for it just a little, though...]

[rubikscomplex]

Let's go with your definition of crazy, Slick.

CW; Sexual content because Rhys is a porn star

[sleight_of_fate]

[He smirks.]

Oh good. So that leaves out the naked pagan rituals, and the wedding I performed that turned into a threesome with the bride and the groom. Since those are kinda standard.

[He has to think about that one, then.]

Craziest thing I ever did was probably when I got completely wasted and let a friend chain me up in a hardcore sex club. Spent the whole night in bondage gear, high as a kite and getting fucked by anyone who wanted me.

[He doesn't sound nearly as embarrassed about it as he should. A little sheepish, but not nearly as full of shame as he could be.]

cw: sexual content

[rubikscomplex]

Your life sounds like a porno, dude.

cw: sexual content

[sleight_of_fate]

Hey, if you got it, may as well shake it. I've calmed down a little since then, and I'm clean now except for a little pot or E now and then, but it's one of the good things I've got, may as well enjoy it.

[rubikscomplex]

No judgement, just envy. My life's a medical drama back home. And I'm not Dr. McDreamy, if you catch my drift. And since you're a pussy, I'm going with dare. Thanks for asking.

[sleight_of_fate]

[Pft. Okay. Whatever you say, House.]

Okay. I dare you to let Wilson send a text to anyone he wants with YOUR tablet.

[rubikscomplex]

[House raises a brow.]

You underestimate how much I can bully him with a look. Fine. I'm going.

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys snorts.] Hey, then you got an easy dare. But I want a full report.

[rubikscomplex]

Done.

Truth or dare?

[sleight_of_fate]

You are such a fucking weasel.

[SIGH. But he didn't specify quite directly enough. He'll watch for that in the future.]

Okay. Since we got the foreplay out of the way, I'll do a dare.

[rubikscomplex]

You're the one with fairies where you're from. You should know how to word a dare or a bargain to make it weasel-proof.

[Zero shame here, bro.]

And I dare you to propose marriage to at least two people. We're talking down on one knee, the whole nine yards.

[sleight_of_fate]

Mph. Okay, I'll make very sure to treat you like a fairy from now on, then.

[Take that as you will, House.]

Two, huh? I guess it's a good thing I believe in open marriages, then. Okay. I'll have to improvise on the ring, but I got this.

[Who could say no to a face like this?]

[sleight_of_fate]

Okay, done and I am semi-successfully betrothed.

[Here and Here if House is playing along at home.]

I feel like I should be worried how much power this game gives you, and how much you clearly enjoy it, you know.

[rubikscomplex]

[House smirks.]

Mazel tov! I'm sure you and Pavus will make all kinds of magic together. I'm expecting an invitation to the wedding since I made this possible.

And let's go truth next. One of each.

[sleight_of_fate]

If Dorian weren't likely to punch you, I'd invite you to be my best man. Not like I've got anyone else here, and I feel like you'd throw a hell of a bachelor party.

[You're horrible but he does kind of like you, House. That's as close as he's getting to admitting it.]

Okay. Tell me about a time in your life that you were actually happy.

[rubikscomplex]

Mini-golf tournament in 2000. I was winning.

[sleight_of_fate]

[It's another Dodge but still a useful and. Rhys smirks.]

So winning is a key element to making you happy, huh? Why am I not surprised.

Truth.

[rubikscomplex]

Who likes to lose?

[Really, Rhys.]

Why all the tats? What do they even mean?

[sleight_of_fate]

Hey, endorphins are a hell of a drug.

[Okay. that's an honest answer, but not the whole answer.]

Some of them are protective magic. Blood and ink are a pretty powerful ritual.

The rest are...I dunno. The first one was just because I could. A big fuck you. After that, it was just a way of keeping track of where I've been, what I've survived. To make sure I never forget.

[rubikscomplex]

You have an exceedingly poor memory or PTSD if you can't remember life-or-death situations without having a reminder permanently inked into your skin.

Dare.

[sleight_of_fate]

It's not remembering the life and death part of it. That shit gets tattooed directly into your brain whether you want it. It's holding onto reminders of better things, the things that helped you survive. That keep you moving on every day no matter how fucked up the things you've been through were.

[He's pissed Rhys off just enough that he's getting a dare with teeth now, though.]

Okay. Dare. Show me your worst scar.

[rubikscomplex]

[If Rhys had made his dare two hundred days ago, House would have to shuck off his jeans and this point and show him his thigh. As it is, things aren't a lot less humiliating when he starts undoing his various jackets and shucking those off until he gets down to a blood-stained T-shirt showing the Norfinbury Power Plan logo.

He finally lifts that up to show Rhys two things:

1. Gregory House is a tall and scrawny man at this point; and
2. He has a Prophet Eye symbol branded into the skin over his heart. The brand looks fresh.]

Seen enough, bright eyes?

[sleight_of_fate]

[The Norfinbury Diet: the best weight loss plan ever. Rhys doesn't wince or look away because he's seen as bad before, and he'd asked for it, just nods slightly in acknowledgement with a wry grin.]

How sweet, we match.

[He holds up his own palms, with the Prophet's-Eye symbols carved messily into the flesh. Healed, but still pink-white and bright against the darker skin of his callouses.]

Dare.