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@bosmeristrider
Munday
Howl’s Moving Castle {Sentence Starters}
“A heart’s a heavy burden.”
“Lets run! Don’t fight them!”
“Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”
“Wait! You can’t come up here!”
“I don’t care if you’re a monster.”
“I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”
“Your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”
“I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”
“It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful, before.”
“That is ancient sorcery… and quite powerful, too.”
“Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”
“I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”
“I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”
“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”
“The mark may be gone, but the spell is still there.”
“And while you’re at it, make hot water for my bath.”
“Don’t be alarmed, but I’m being followed. Act normal.”
“I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
“After the war, they won’t recall they ever were human.”
“Here’s another curse for you: may all your bacon burn.”
“It looks like your true love is in love with someone else!”
“Whatever you don’t want me to clean, better hide it now!”
“Knowing you’d be there gave me the courage to show up.”
“Yeah, but no one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”
“You’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave.”
“Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”
“You… you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
“There you are, sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”
“They say that the best blaze burns brightest when circumstances are at their worst.”
“I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”
“He’s calling the spirits of darkness… I saw him do this once before when a girl dumped him.”
I look for ways to say I love you, but I'm not into making love songs, baby I'm just rapping to this L S D.
I don’t know how to love him What to do, how to move him
zombiehmoni
El checked around her instinctively before entering. Considering the last time they spoke, she looked at him now in confusion, watching his oddly blase mannerisms, wondering if she had imagined all that she had said months ago. Or perhaps it was a trick he was trying to pull? It definitely wasn’t helping, especially as she looked from behind him, distracting as it was to still see him shirtless.
“Hard liquor would be absolutely fantastic right now. But. I just came here to talk..” She sighed and sat herself upon a chair against the wall, purposely facing just a tad bit out of his direction.
“I’ve missed you lately… And why would that come as a surprise to anyone to hear that they haven’t seen in months? Well… I don’t think I’ve said that before. At least not in a very long time…”
She folds her arms together as she crosses her legs, eyes staring at the floor now. “I’ve been thinking about what you said before… and what I said before. I realize I may have came off as… cold. But I have my reasons.”
El glances up at him, forcing herself to look only at his face. “Reasons being everyone I’ve tried to trust has let me down…” She unfolds herself and stands up, brushing leaves off of her cloak. “Now is it fair to assume that with you? I’m not entirely sure… but–” The womer fidgets with her gloved hands, slowing now making her way toward him. “I think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t at least try to…Make things work. –but I completely understand if you are no longer interested in that at all. I mean, I can leave now if you’d like”, she says tossing a pointed finger to the door behind her.
“No longer interested?” He couldn’t help it. He laughed. “No longer interested in you?” Finally, he managed to control himself, looking at her with fire in his eyes, “Elezah, I am standing here shirtless making an absolute fool of myself, because I thought it would help me convince you that I was worth a shot. Despite the fact that when I am alone I wear little clothing, it makes me anxious to be bared around others, but I put that aside because I just...”
He sighed, “I thought it would help my case in some way.”
He toyed with his cup for a moment, before he sat it down and used his nervous hands to start braiding his hair. He thought about what she had said that day when he had told her how he felt. He hadn’t felt hurt, though he supposed he should have. He had just felt... like this was how it was going to go, and he needed to give her time. Apparently, that had been the right choice.
“I told you that I was yours, whenever you decided that you wanted me.” He said softly, moving just as slowly towards her, “That hasn’t changed. If you want to give me a chance, then I will seize it.” A slight smile tugged at his lips as he looked into her eyes, “And I can promise you this much. It would take an army of daedea for me to ever ask you to walk out of a door away from me.”
She finally found him. Well, his room actually. It had been months since she last said a word to Hoot and now she was in front of his door. For what exactly? Who knows. Sure as Oblivion, she didn’t. She hadn’t really thought that through yet, nor did she want to. She just felt the need to talk to him, or just at least see him.
Elezah held her breath and knocked loudly on his door.
Won’t make that mistake twice again.
@bosmeristrider
He roused himself from slumber when he heard the knocking. Tired, hair disheveled, he managed to shuffle towards the door. He stopped briefly as he ran a hand through his hair, then tugged his sleep pants up over his hips, where they had slung themselves rather low from the walk. Well. This was as presentable as he was going to make himself be. He had been up to the wee hours doing bard things, and it was early. He opened the door, blinking in the light as he noticed who stood there. A lazy smile stretched across his face, and Hoot leaned into the door frame, eyes meeting hers. “Elezah. A pleasure to see you.”
Elezah stared way longer than she should have at the Bosmer in front of her before she could get out a reply. Half of it at his rather surprising attitude toward seeing her, and the other half being at,well, half naked.
“Uhh. It’s good to see you, too.”
She then shook her head and waved her hand, blinking her eyes for a moment.
“I mean, uhh, wait— not see you, see you— But not that it’s not good to see you. It’s very good to see you, but I meant more like seeing you, seeing you; not seeing you.”
She nodded nervously and looked away, brushing a hand through her hair.
“I’m rambling, Hoot… but would this be a good time to talk?”
"For you? Any time is a good time." He lead the way into his room, hiding his smirk at the way she had been looking at him. He had decided that if his words were not enough to convince her when they last spoke, maybe a bit of sex appeal would help. And what better time to try it out than now? That line of thought continuing, he let his sleep pants ride low on his hips again without pulling them back up. He grabbed a water pitcher, pouring himself a cup. "Drink? I have water in the room, I'm sure I can get something else if you would prefer it." Leaning against the wall, he took a drink, raising an eyebrow, "Or do you just want to talk?"
She finally found him. Well, his room actually. It had been months since she last said a word to Hoot and now she was in front of his door. For what exactly? Who knows. Sure as Oblivion, she didn’t. She hadn’t really thought that through yet, nor did she want to. She just felt the need to talk to him, or just at least see him.
Elezah held her breath and knocked loudly on his door.
Won’t make that mistake twice again.
@bosmeristrider
He roused himself from slumber when he heard the knocking. Tired, hair disheveled, he managed to shuffle towards the door. He stopped briefly as he ran a hand through his hair, then tugged his sleep pants up over his hips, where they had slung themselves rather low from the walk. Well. This was as presentable as he was going to make himself be. He had been up to the wee hours doing bard things, and it was early. He opened the door, blinking in the light as he noticed who stood there. A lazy smile stretched across his face, and Hoot leaned into the door frame, eyes meeting hers. "Elezah. A pleasure to see you."
Send one to see how my muse reacts.
“There’s nowhere we can hide.”
“Don’t get too close.”
“Maybe I should kill myself.”
“I’m not listening.”
“No one can hurt you now.”
“Who do you think you are?”
“You’re gonna catch a cold.”
“I wish that you would just leave.”
“I love the way you laugh.”
“A little evil goes a long, long way.”
“Drink the wine.”
“Maybe we could stick around for one more drink.”
“Here’s to us.”
“The last few days have kicked my ass.”
“Nothing lasts forever.”
“I don’t know what went wrong.”
“I don’t need you here.”
“Did I fall asleep?”
“I will not die.”
“I’ll wait here for you.”
“I feel numb.”
“Deal with it.”
“I don’t care.”
“I hate the way I love you.”
“I have no regrets.”
“I love you too much to hide you.”
“I didn’t kill anybody.”
“There is no God.”
“All monsters are human.”
“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.”
“You’re a liar and a cheat.”
“Why do you think I’m here?”
“Crap, are you pregnant?”
“This is just perfect.”
“You’ve done enough already.”
“Do you know about the box?”
"El?" Hoot called out softly, looking around the tavern. "Where are you? I want to talk to you about something."
Elezah popped up from behind the bar with a look of concern on her face.
“Oh Gods, what did Eris do now?”
“Ferris didn’t do anything.” He popped up onto the bar, raising an eyebrow as he tried to figure out what she was doing. “But, I do seriously have something to say.”
He played with his hair for a moment, then started to speak. “Some things happened in Riften. I got hurt. I’m fine now, so don’t worry,” He held up a hand, “But I will admit that while I was getting kicked a bunch by Nords, I had a lot of time to do some thinking.”
With that, he leaned forward again, gently pressing his lips to hers.
“I’m here for you. I’ll wait as long as you need or want me to wait. I’m yours, Elezah. Whenever you decide you want that.”
“Couldn’t be done, they said.” He muttered, shaking his head, “Impossible they said.”
He reached up, rubbing a finger across the feathered head of his new friend. The Northern Golden Eagle was huge, a tough bird to train and work with. But Tyrigan liked him. And Hoot liked Tyrigan.
Now it was time to show Indes and Sunna his newest friend.
Do it.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
"Did you know about this?"
“Bosmer has many secrets.” Hoot said cryptically, starting to walk down the road towards town.
Star Trek: Enterprise {Sentence Starter}
“I never got the impression you cared that much about humans.”
“You’re going to shoot a bug?”
“No, no, I’d like to stay and see what happens.”
“Remind me to stop trying to help people.”
“But whatever’s going on with you lately, I’ve had enough.”
“I’ve always been much better at avoiding farewells than giving them.”
“Seems like you were always finding something new to complain about.”
“You aren’t saying much tonight. Don’t tell me you’re still upset.”
“You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself from knocking you on your ass.”
“It goes without saying that you’re going to encounter the unexpected.”
“You’re good at building things. I’m good at blowing them up.”
“I’m getting real sick of being cut off.”
“Are you passing through or is there something I can help you with?”
“You’ve had too much to drink.”
“I’m not here to steal your secrets. It would hardly be worth the effort.”
“Am I sensing concern? Last I checked, that was considered an emotion.”
“Take your cynicism and bury it with your repressed emotions.”
“Are you implying that I’m attracted to you?”
“When you come up with a plan which doesn’t involve blowing ourselves up, I’ll be a little more enthusiastic.”
“Well, I don’t particularly like the way YOU smell, either.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“We should have heard something by now. What if they failed?”
“You know, your voice is tensing up. That’s a dead giveaway.”
“It’s ridiculous to assume that those events are going to happen.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do with those?”
“I think you’re mistaken about who’s attracted to whom.”
I'll maintain that one of the worst parts of attempting suicide is having to live after. It's been almost two weeks since I tried to take my own life, and it hasn't got better yet. I'm not saying that in a 'I still want to die' way, so no worries. I'm saying it in a... it fucks you up. I still get jitters in my legs. Body pains were my liver is healing up. I still taste that nasty ass shit they gave me for an antidote. My sleeping schedule is beyond fucked up. I fall asleep a lot, sleep all day, sleep all night, get tired and nod off on my sisters couch for six hours at a time. It sucks. And that's just the physical. Mentally, you feel paranoid. The friends that aren't talking to you, you feel like they're disgusted by you, hate you, are angry at you. And you tell yourself they have every right to be, and you don't say anything because you feel like you don't deserve that part of the friendship, the actual talking and having equal say. You feel like you're one wrong move from making everyone abandon you, because you tried to abandon them, and you're too scared to ask for forgiveness. And nothing changes. I'm still broke, I'm still behind on stuff, but now my parents that don't have much to start with have gotten involved financially because I couldn't get out on my own. I used to pride myself on standing on my own, and now I'm crushed by weakness and needing help. I'm very glad I didn't die. But fuck, living is hard.
of-akavir said: That seems a long way to travel for drinks.
"As always with long walks, there's a woman involved."
"That's it, I'm going back to Riften and sitting on that damn bar stool until I get well and truly drunk."
“You know, hope is a mistake.”
"Oh no," Hoot said softly, shaking his head. "Hope is not a mistake, hope is the great light at the end of the tunnel. It's a float against the turbulent seas of life. Hope is... losing hope is the mistake."