me finding your north posts like "screw everyone else in the dbh fandom i respect YOU" and uh 2, 9 and/or 20 for the ask thing?
i’m just trying to make sure north gets all the appreciation she DESERVES because she’s an actual queen and i’d die for her???? so thank you for riding the north love train and please keep it going forever and ever
2. Have you played other Quantic Dream games? If so, how does this compare to them?
i have played fahrenheit/indigo prophecy, heavy rain, and beyond: two souls, all before detroit even came out. playing fahrenheit kinda seemed like an obligation in an “i gotta see how bad this is” way, and hoooo boy it is bad. i don’t recommend it in any capacity other than for the possible lulz and if you just wanna make yourself suffer for a few hours. heavy rain, on the other hand, i actually liked. it was the first quantic dream game i played and i bought it off the shelf at a sale price like six years ago because i thought it looked interesting. it has a lot of glaring problems but overall i had fun with the choices and got pretty invested in it. i’m probably the only person in the world who didn’t see the shelby twist coming, but he was my favorite up until that point and when the twist hit i was so stunned that i cried for like an hour. i was rooting for him, man!! anyway, beyond: two souls is, full disclosure, one of my favorite games i have ever played. i love stories that are rooted in reality but with a sprinkle of supernatural, and jodie holmes being a regular girl with a ghost for a best friend is exactly that. i love the mechanics of being able to switch between controlling her and controlling the ghost, and while there are some parts in the story that i’m kinda meh over, jodie is one of the most relatable protagonists i’ve played.
detroit is more similar to heavy rain than it is to beyond because of its split storyline and massive amount of story-altering choices. beyond is completely focused on a single protagonist and has less choices that affect your ending, though it still has its fair share. overall i’d say detroit is a continued improvement on everything that’s good about quantic dream’s previous games.
9. Favorite trope in the game?
answered here!
20. What were the hardest decisions/actions in each characters’ story for you?
having markus continue to stand his ground instead of fight back during his street march protest was very difficult for me. the riot police didn’t seem like they were going to stop attacking, and like north, i was extremely concerned for the lives of markus’s followers. i didn’t want them to be shot down in the street with no chance of defending themselves. having markus decide to sacrifice himself instead of running away was simply heart wrenching. another difficult choice was choosing not to shoot simon and leave him on the roof of the media tower. i didn’t want to kill him, but i knew the police would use him if they found him (connor did indeed find him later in that playthrough). stealing the bus tickets as kara was also hard and left me feeling guilty for that family, but i was determined to do anything necessary to save alice. having connor shoot chloe wasn’t as hard for me as it seems to have been for some people, just because i’d already decided by that point to have him be completely mission-oriented. most of my genuinely difficult decisions were in markus and kara’s stories.
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One Drunken Kiss
One interpretation of how Tom discovers Miles’s feelings for him, as well as his own for Miles. @breefraser @thecurlymop @thebicanary @meriida (if any of y’all still care about this show/pairing lol. apart from @breefraser because they’re like all we talk about)
They are drunk, sitting on the ground between their beds in the tent.
It's the first time they've spent time together since Miles found out about Tom and Kitty. Tom has been avoiding him, spending more and more time with Kitty, and Miles has been tending to his wounded pride, and they've both been...on edge around each other.
This is better, though, this is normal - getting drunk together on Tom's whisky, for once, on a rare night where neither of them are on shift but Kitty is. Miles doesn't kid himself that Tom is with him for any other reason than that Kitty is busy, but...it's enough, for now.
It's when the bottle is getting towards empty that Miles sways forward, examining Tom's face from far too close up. Tom just smiles, content as only a Scot drunk on whisky can be.
"What're you doin', Miles?" he says, slurring his speech.
Miles grins. "Just looking at you," he says, happily. "You're so...beautiful." And then, Miles doesn't know what possesses him to do it, but he leans forward just a touch more, and presses his lips to Tom's. Tom reels back in shock, and Miles ends up on the floor.
"Miles, what-" says Tom, and Miles thinks he might just stay there, on the floor of the tent, for the rest of his life, a decision that is cemented further when he rolls over and sees the shock and apparent disgust on his best friend's face. He turns his face back to the floor and groans into it.
"Oh Christ I've really done it this time haven't I," he moans into the canvas. They stay like that for a good few minutes, Tom frozen and Miles pressed into the ground, eyes closed, praying Tom will just leave him and go to bed so he can pretend to go and play golf and drown in his own tears.
Tom doesn't, which is probably what makes him Miles’ best friend. Instead, in a very careful, gentle voice (strange, it's not the one he uses with his patients; Miles has never heard that voice before), Tom says "Come on, Miles, you need to go to bed."
Miles vaguely agrees, but he doesn't see why he can't just sleep here. He mumbles something to that effect, but Tom must either not hear him, or be ignoring him, for he grabs Miles under his arms and tries to pull him up.
It's only then that Miles makes an effort to pull himself up, if only so Tom doesn't have to touch him for longer than necessary. He flops onto his bed, feeling bile rise in his throat that has little to do with the alcohol he's drunk.
Tom keeps casting furtive glances at him, but Miles ignores him and buries his head in his pillow, so he doesn't see Tom give him a look that is equal parts calculating, affectionate and vulnerable. He simply clamps his eyes shut against the tears that threaten and prays that Tom will have forgotten this by the morning, or at least will put it down to his less-than-sober state.
Tom, for his part, sighs and climbs into bed, but doesn't drift off for a long time after Miles starts snoring.
He is up before the dawn, in search of Kitty.
"You need to talk to him," she says, as soon as he tells her, in a rather garbled and, frankly, panicked fashion, what had happened.
"But what do I say?" Tom almost shouts in despair. Kitty gives him a quelling look, and he gestures his arms apologetically.
"Well, how do you feel about it?" asks Kitty, diplomatically, trying to calm Tom down.
"I don't know!" says Tom in exasperation. "I had never even considered Miles might...feel that way about me before tonight."
"Really?" asks Kitty, raising an eyebrow.
Tom looks defensive. "I'm not even sure if he does, or if it was just...Miles, being Miles, and drunk."
"All right," says Kitty, suppressing a sigh at the apparent obliviousness of the man she loved. "But if he does...would it damage your friendship irreparably?"
Tom looks horrified, which Kitty takes as a good sign. "N-no, of course not," he stammers, faltering under Kitty's stern gaze. "Unless he felt like it had to. He's my best friend!"
"Are you?" says Kitty, looking unimpressed. "Because lately you've barely been giving him the time of day."
"So has he- you know why that is- that's not the point!" says Tom, frustrated.
"So what is the point, Tom?" Kitty said, hands on her hips. She was being a little cruel now, but honestly.
"He kissed me!" Tom exclaimed.
Kitty nodded, took his hand very gently between hers. "And how do you feel about that?"
"Confused!" says Tom. "All this time I thought he was annoyed because, well, because I got you, and he didn't..." He trails off as Kitty narrows her eyes at him. "What I mean to say," he begins again sheepishly, "is that you chose me, not him, and I thought he was in love with you, in fact, I'm still not convinced that he's not, but-"
"But he's in love with you too," finished Kitty, and Tom's eyes widen.
"Do you really think so?" asks Tom.
Kitty nods, gentle but firm. It's obvious to her, has been for a long while - Miles flirts with Tom like he does with her although she supposes it was easy for Tom to take as teasing, and lately he's been much more withdrawn, quieter, and yet, for the most part he's fine with her. It's obvious, really, if her idiot love had the eyes to see.
"Yes," she says finally. "But I don't think you should talk about this to me any longer. It's not fair on him. You need to talk to Miles."
"But what do I say?" Tom says, eyes widening with terror at the very thought.
"What do you feel?" Kitty counters, infuriatingly calm.
"I don't know!" Tom exclaimed! "I've never thought about it! I've never thought about him that way."
"But you're not...against it?" Kitty suggests tentatively.
Tom looks hurt. "I'm with you," he says, wounded.
"I know," says Kitty, placating. "But I happen to believe that a person can be in love with more than one person at the same time."
"Hm," says Tom, not refuting or agreeing, just thinking. "In love is a bit strong, isn't it?"
"For me, or for him?" asks Kitty cheekily, eyes sparkling.
"Never mind," says Tom. "I should talk to him."
"Yes, you should," says Kitty.
"Oh fuck, I have to actually talk to him," moans Tom, mostly to himself.
"I told Kitty," says Tom. "I'm sorry."
"Told her what?" asks Miles blithely.
Tom grits his teeth. So it's going to be like that, is it? "About the kiss," he says, and it's the first time either of them have acknowledged it out loud.
"Ah," says Miles, and then they are stuck for words.
"Miles, I just need to know, is this...was that...do you just want to fuck me?" he says, wincing at how blunt it sounds. "Because I'm not interested in that. Well, I might be, but...not just that," he finishes, his cheeks colouring.
"No, it's not just that," Miles says, and he's not looking at Tom, and Tom wishes he would just look at him, could just see Miles's face, read what he's thinking with the ease of someone who's been his best friend for nearly three years. But he doesn't.
So Tom has to ask. "Then...what is it? Why did you kiss me?"
And Miles can't lie to him now. Has to tell him the truth, now that he's asked, because he can't deny a thing to Thomas bloody Gillan, not when he's asked for it. He swallows, and looks Tom in the eye, and says with all the finality of a man on the gallows, "Because I love you." His voice is thick but he manages to keep it steady. He breaks eye contact almost immediately, unable to face Tom's reaction.
"Oh," breathes Tom, and he dares to look up again, dares to speak.
It all comes out in a rush. "And I thought, it was a moment of madness, that kiss, I mean, God, you're my best friend, but...I love you, Thomas Gillan, and I thought that if for even a second you might return my feelings, it would be worth it."
His words are a jumble, but it's alright, because Tom is smiling, a bit unsure, perhaps, but smiling. "You're the best friend I've ever had," he starts, then shakes his head, "but...more than that, I-" He shakes his head again, awkward, looking up at Miles apologetically. "I've never done this before," he says.
"I know," says Miles, soberly, because honestly, that much was obvious, from the way he'd reacted to the kiss, if nothing else. "This being...?" he asks, because he likes to push, sometimes.
Tom takes a deep breath, torn between exasperation and anxiety, because truly, he doesn't know what to call this, doesn't know how to show Miles what he means to him when he's only just starting to work that out for himself, and he doesn't want to ruin this beautiful, fragile thing between them before it's even begun. "This...us," he whispers. "Together."
"Always together," Miles says softly, offering a weak smile. He still won't properly meet Tom's eyes, though, so Tom braces himself and moves onto Miles's bed, taking his hand. Miles's breath stutters, but then he relaxes into Tom's touch, and Tom allows himself a sigh of relief.
He finds he wants to kiss Miles's cheek but isn't sure how to initiate it. This was somehow so much easier with Kitty. So he just lets Miles lean against him and mumbles into his ear.
"You'll have to forgive me if we take this slow," he says, voice deep in his chest, and Miles just nods against him, feeling the vibration in his body at every point where he and Tom were touching. "This is...all new to me, and I don't know if I'll be very good at it." Tom presses his lips to Miles's hair, and it's not quite kissing him, but it's so much closer than Miles had ever dare hoped for in his wildest dreams. "But I promise I'll try my best."
Miles turns his head slightly so Tom can see him smile, sleepy and content. "From what I've seen so far, Captain Gillan," he says playfully, "your best is very good indeed."
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