Meme: Truth or Dare

[mutedpoint]

You're stuck in a room. It doesn't matter who you're stuck with, just that you're not leaving until you participate in a game of truth or dare. Don't try to lie, the room will know.

A game lasts for as long as you want it to. But the door opens only after one ends.

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Enslaved!verse :D

[guriel]

. . . I don't think I get the point of this game.

[werewolf_hacker]

Usually the point is to pull an embarrassing fact about someone out of them, or make them do something embarrassing. Or you can use it as a "getting to know you" sort of thing. It's just a game. Not much "point" to it, really.

[guriel]

Oh. Alright. [Ponders this for a moment.] So . . . truth or dare, I guess?

[werewolf_hacker]

Truth. Which means you get to ask me any question you want and I have to answer it truthfully.

[guriel]

Okay. [He scratches one palm thoughtfully, thinking hard.] What's . . . did you . . . um. [He kind of fails at this game.]

Why'd you become a soldier?

[werewolf_hacker]

Oh, that's an easy one. When the airliners hit the World Trade Center, my first and pretty much only reaction was "who did this and how fast can we make them very very sorry before we kill them dead?" I joined up right out of high school.

And would do it again.

Truth or dare?

[guriel]

[Scrubbing a hand through his hair.] Um. Truth, I guess.

[werewolf_hacker]

If you could have anything you wanted, for yourself, not your brothers or sisters or Zev. Anything. What would it be?

[guriel]

[Oh, way to ask a question he has no idea how to even process. It takes him a long time to come up with the answer, and an even longer time to work up to saying it, but eventually he takes a deep breath and reaches over his shoulder to touch his fingertips to the span of his crippled wing.]

A way to really fix this.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben feels like he's been punched in the stomach.] ...oh.

...When. If you don't mind me asking. Was the last time anyone tried?

[guriel]

[Oh, that is a bad button for all kinds of reasons, and he can't quite hide the flinch. His voice goes quiet and monotone as he stares at the tabletop.]

End of the 1880s. Right around the time they finally figured out how to anesthetize an angel.

[werewolf_hacker]

A hundred and twenty years, give or take. [Ben eyes the shattered wing. It causes him almost physical pain to look at it.] Micro-surgery's come a long way since then.

[carefully, because he knows just how shaky the ground he's treading on is] We can look into it. If you want. Maybe a couple of consults. I don't know if it would or could get you flying again. But you might at least be able to spread it all the way without pain.

[guriel]

[Guriel closes his eyes.] I. I don't . . . [He doesn't say anything more for a long time.] I'd give . . . not anything. [Last time he said he'd give anything, someone took him up on it.] But almost anything.

. . . can we?

[werewolf_hacker]

[fiercely] Fuck, yes. And you don't have to give me anything at all.

You already... [he swallows] You already give me so much, Guriel. You don't even know. I'm not sure-- [That he'd even still be alive if it weren't for Guriel. But he can't say that, so he stops.]

[guriel]

[The angel looks up, confusion written across his face.] What? I don't . . . you're the one who's always giving me things. [Food and clothes and a place to stay and a life . . .] I don't have anything to give.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben stares at him, dumbfounded.] You don't... what? Yes, you do. [and he says it anyway] You gave me a reason not to eat a bullet -- and still do. You give me a reason to get up in the morning.

You give Zev your love and me your friendship. You give us you. And that's way more valuable than any material thing I could ever give you.