Two Truths and a Lie

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TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE MEME

Rules:
1. Post with your character telling two truths and one lie.
2. Comment around while trying to guess what's a lie and what's not.
3. Discuss?
4. Have fun!!
 

Comments

[crosslaced]

Tell me you have tattoos. You're not that straight-laced, are you?

[shatteredlenses]

A tattoo, yes. It seems I'm shattering everyone's notions of how 'straight-laced' I am today.

I suppose next you will guess that I have it on my posterior as everyone else has?

[crosslaced]

You've eliminated that for me.

Besides, you wouldn't. You would get something of extreme sentimental value, and you are too straight-laced to have it near your groin.

Somewhere on the chest? Or the hip. Close to your vitals.

[shatteredlenses]

[A soft amused chuckle slips from Ignis' mouth as he makes a dismissive gesture with his hand.]

Well, they do say the left side is the side closet to the heart, so I can't deny the sentimental part of that. It's not on my chest though and hip is not quite right either.

[Not quite, indeed.]

[crosslaced]

[don't think he didn't catch that ‘not quite’!]

Hm. How close was I when I guessed your hip?

[shatteredlenses]

Oh, I don't know. Might be within a couple inches. Or it might not be.

[Sorry, someone's being difficult because, well, it's Laurent.]

[crosslaced]

[1. he knows you have a tragically acute inability to lie. 2. you just listed one measurement, like a five-year-old, with nothing else to confuse or distract him.

He leans in, so his voice comes from a spot closer than comfortable, close to Ignis’ face. It might be?]

I think it is.

[Be more difficult, Ignis. Let him demonstrate.]

Isn't that a close enough margin? if I'm to guess any more, I'll have to start touching you to mark out the spots.

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis can't help but raise an eyebrow at the suggestion of Laurent touching him.

Okay, so forget being difficult. At this point, he is just being straight out childish because he can. And it's still Laurent.]

Goodness, I suspect your boyfriend might have some issues with you touching other men below the waist.

[Iggy, you do remember what Damen said about the people of their world talking about sex as if it were a valid meal topic, right?]

nsfw language

[crosslaced]

[ignis, thou art a fool.]

If you're concerned, we can invite him. Is a threesome what you wanted all along?

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis coughs into his hand, a gesture meant to hide the sudden blush on his face. It fails miserably.]

Were I to be involved in a threesome...

[For a moment, he stops as if he realizes just a second too late this is probably not where he wants this conversation to go. Well, there's no going back now, is there?]

Were I to be involved in a threesome, I'm afraid you and your boyfriend are not the ones I would be doing it with.

[crosslaced]

Were you. Don't worry, I'm not interested in you either.

[Who is this asshole who thinks he's good enough to reject Ignis Scienta? Rude. Even ruder is him brushing a thumb over Ignis’ cheek teasingly. Rude!!!]

Who did you imagine in bed with you? Mr. Chancellor? Or that white-haired boy, you made him blush.

[Normally it is too much of a stretch for him to reach this conclusion immediately, but this is a meme and I am tired of unintentional Soma erasure just because he hasn't met the guy yet. #stopsomaerasure!!]

[shatteredlenses]

[It takes more effort than Ignis will admit to not to slap away Laurent's hand, but he manages to restrain the urge. Instead, he turns his right eye in the direction of the touch, eyebrow raising in silent judgment. As the blonde continues, Ignis can't help but sigh.

Here we go again.]

His name is Soma, for the record, and since I have no idea if he would approve of sharing me, the Chancellor will just have to stick to having his chocobo keep him company.

[crosslaced]

If you were with someone else you could have just corrected me when I-

[........................................]

Oh. Your dream threesome, hm? You should ask him, then.