Answer these questions for your character with just an ‘innocent’ or a ‘guilty’ (no explanation)! If you’d like to use these as a bounce board for headcanons to post later, that would be great!
Note: This is optional!
Tag: #thechosentask
Points available: 5
Asked someone to marry you?
Kissed one of your friends?
Danced on a table in a bar / tavern?
Ever told a lie?
Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have?
Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
Kissed a picture?
Slept until 5 pm?
Fallen asleep at work / school?
Held a snake?
Been suspended from school?
Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant?
Stolen something? -
Been fired from a job?
Done something you regret?
Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?
Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Kissed in the rain?
Sat on a roof top?
Kissed someone you shouldn’t?
Sang in the shower?
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
Shaved your head?
Slept naked? -
Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry?
Shot a gun?
Still love someone you shouldn’t?
Have / had a tattoo?
Liked someone, but will never tell who?
Been too honest?
Ruined a surprise? -
Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
Still have communication w/ your ex?
Cheated on someone?
Got so angry that you cried?
Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
The sun was shining in Cork. It threaded through the trees and cast itself upon the earth in white beams. Wilbur took the liberty of spending most of his vacation outside, basking in this, since most of his life back home was conducted from the inside. It was enjoyable, even for such a pale man, whose wife swore he would burn and peel within an hour of just sitting.
He watched Mara climb the monstrous ash tree that had overtaken his in-law’s backyard. Her legs dangled as she hooked her elbows around a particularly broad branch and lifted herself into the sky.
“Come up here!” she called to her father. Her grandparents looked on, amused, their gazes shifting from her to Wilbur.
“Lord no,” he protested. “Your mum here will probably drag me in anyway. She’s worried I’ll evaporate if I stay too long.”
Mara’s laughter rang like silver bells in his ears. “You’ll be safe up here! It’s shady.”
“Go on then, Wil,” prompted Fiadh. “If you can climb that tree, you get an extra half hour of sun.” His mother-in-law bellowed out a laugh at this.
He was, under no circumstances, an athletic person. His arms hung like string beans and his posture was less than adequate, his shoulders square yet lacking any hardy muscle. Fiadh used to complain of it, when she was younger and among friends, but as the years wore on she grew to prefer it. Didn’t make it anymore helpful in reality. Alas, he surrendered, rolling dramatically out of his seat and approaching the tree reluctantly.
Hearing his wife’s youthful voice, taunting him while also cheering him on simultaneously, he began to ascend the tree. Beads of sweat broke out on his ghostly features as he clutched onto each branch for dear life. Near the top was Mara, her eyes glittering like her mother’s in the daylight and her dimpled grin there to greet him. Everyone below them began to cheer.
“That was ace.” Mara complimented, the sarcasm in her tone palpable.
“Oh, shush.” He carefully brought one leg over to the other side of the branch, securing his seat on the tree. “You try being me, an old man with no more energy left but to study and work, and climb a whole tree just for a slimy kid.”
The noise had faded, the two of them, a father and a child, having fallen into the world’s looking glass. Mara reached out for him, Wilbur eyeing her hand in mock suspicion before grasping onto it and drawing it closer. Their thing. Fiadh had an entire jingle sung between them, Wilbur had a gesture. He thought back on his wife in the moment, and he even went as far as to call out to her, wanting her to join them. But her voice came first.
Was it even her voice? It was a screech, it pierced through the air and caused Mara to shudder.
Wilbur looked back down to earth, where two now-empty porch chairs sat at the base of the garden. He blinked: once, twice, three times. Fiadh had quickly melted into a puddle of tears, grabbing desperately onto the spots where her parents were just sat. Mara, naturally, cried out as well, shoving herself into her father in confusion as she watched her mother scream out for help.
But he was useless. He held onto his child, staring vacantly at the two chairs, developing no reasonable explanation in his mind. Fiadh would storm to the bole of the tree and demand for them to come down, for Wilbur to help her, but he was frozen. The faces of the girls grew beet red as he stay, stuck in time alongside his in-law’s in a moment he would never be able to truly return to.