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@ruinoussâ :Â â is that my shirt? â @ the rat faced bastard
   He could hardly remember the previous night; the two had drifted off into whatever realms the shrooms sent them to. Perhaps they ate one too many; got too high and suddenly, he wakes up laying beneath the kitchen table. He feels nauseous- nothing a little more booze couldnât cure. He had crawled out from under there, grabbed a half drunken beer bottle off the table and sipped from the room temperature beer as he headed up the stairs in search of Faye. And as expected, he had found her tucked away nice and cozy in his California king bed; it was always a habit of his to assure that he puts her into the bed before he crashes, even if she blacks out before him. Sheâd never wake up on the floor- he wouldnât allow it.Â
   His good morning was greeted with a question; the sleepy eyed woman asking if he was wearing her shirt and he glances down at himself only to realize that he was, in fact, wearing her shirt. It was far too small on him; fitted like a crop top revealing his tatted beer gut and a grin stretched across his face as a laugh escaped him. âYeah- I guess it is.â he answered. His gaze returns to her and he lifts the hand holding the beer bottle and uses a finger to point at her. âAnd thatâs my shirt- you done jacked my shit.â he joked. âHow you gonna do me like that? Stole my shirt? My bed. Ainât even gonna invite me into it either. Youâre wrong for that, girl.â he said as he stepped towards the bed, lowered himself to sit on the edge of it and took another swig from the beer. âYou gonna steal my shower next and not even let me jump in there with you?â
inevitablexendingâ:
a key. he comes by often. in a kind of timely, ritualistic manner. out of habit. heâll spend more time with nahvee than he does in his motherâs apartment, if only because nahvee is there. because nahveeâs home smells like perfume and cleanliness. her home has a touch there, that is not at his motherâs home. when heâs with nahvee, things are different. he feels as if he can speak and has a voice even though it isnât often that he does in the real world. and lately, things have been different for him. things have changed as if he has had some kind of rebirth. as if he has been dunked beneath water and brought to the surface, gasping for breath, and seeing the world in a different light because of the experience. but his experience is not being drowned. at least not by water. his experience is being drowned by society. over and over, dunked beneath the water until his breath is caught in his throat, and coughing, spluttering out. society has kicked him down time and time again. but heâs been given a chance to change it. to turn the tides of the world. a gun. a firearm. he had laughed when it had been handed to him in a brown paper bag, unable to find the words of what to say or do with it. just â this isnât allowed â. not allowed in the city. not allowed in the state. not allowed with him. but it had been given to him regardless. a chance for change.Â
and because of this opportunity, intrusive thoughts arenât so intrusive anymore. he has walked into nahveeâs apartment and looked at her. fresh out of the bath. sheâd been humming to herself. sheâs beautiful. he likes her. he feels things when heâs with nahvee. things that have otherwise stayed in his head, but now, feel capable of being said outloud - or acted outloud. because when sheâs in front of him, dropping her towel, his heart jumps. maybe even stops for a brief second at the sight. he thinks he may be in a dream. heâll wake up, clutching a pillow. or heâs hallucinating. heâll reach out and touch but she wonât be real. the loss of his medication, causing him to experience things that arenât real. or maybe this is. he canât tell. canât register it. and so now heâs thinking about how easy it would be to push her onto her front, bent awkwardly over the arm of her couch, and utilising the ribbons that tie her robe to his advantage as heâd press his groin against her. but he doesnât. he feels overwhelmed by many thoughts and feelings lately; some of which have come to fruition. three men that heâs killed in a fit of impulse and weight lifting off his shoulders the moment heâd done so. vengence heâd needed for so long when heâd been kicked to the ground time and time again, but never the opportunity to do so.Â
â i want a lot of things â he answers her, he, stepping closer to her. to reach out to touch the fabric ties of her robe. and he does, and they feel real. this seems real. â you never needed a robe. there are other ways of keeping you warm and covered â like his body over hers. on hers. although the idea of her on him, looking down at him, makes him want to laugh with elation.Â
   She doesnât know what to expect of this; nor does she know what to expect of him. Arthur had always seemed to shy away by even the smallest of touches provided by her hands as if he had never been with a woman before. As if he had never felt affection in the tips of anotherâs fingers before. Nahvee in her own way can be assertive all while remaining gentle. A guide for an inexperienced man- she has the patience of a saint and she sees the way his eyes study over time and time again, and sheâs provided him with an open invitation. His words take her by surprise, heâs bold. Confident. This was new to her. He draws close to her, the familiar scent of cologne and cigarettes that linger upon his clothing wrap around her and send her heart into a flurry. Her eyes drop towards their hands as he takes the ribbons into his own, a smile pulling across plump lips in response. Is he teasing her? Oh, how she loved these sort of games- sheâs confident that sheâs already got him wrapped around her finger already, but that doesnât bring her coquettish behavior to a halt.Â
   She moves her hand, brown eyes following the motion of her fingers as they playfully dance their down the length his left arm until she reaches the tip of his fingers. She takes his hand into her own and guides it to her lips where she pressed a delicate kiss to the tips of his fingers. Eyes peeking up to meet with his as she guides his hand from her lips and presses it flat to the top of her chest where he could feel her steady pulse beneath her ribs. âAm I something that you want?â She asked; the steady rising and falling of her chest beneath his palm and she has given him all of her vulnerability. Standing nude before him with nothing but a robe dangling around the curves of her body, she is available to his every whim. Her hand lingers atop of his, teeth grazing her bottom lip as she bites at it and her brows quirks upwards in the slightest as she allowed him a moment to take it all in- his first time touching the bare flesh of her breast and sheâs the one whoâs guided him to this point. What will he do next? How sheâd love to know. âIâd like you to show me what ways you can keep me warm, Arthur.â she told him, her hand finally moving from on top his so that she could draw circles along his chest, leaving him to take action of his own. âOtherwise, Iâm going to tie up this robe myself and brew us a pot of coffee and we can watch Bonnie and Clyde for the hundredth time.âÂ
@ruinoussâ :Â â Â iâm not really the advice type, Â but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while. Â â @ the wife
   âAnd thatâs exactly why Iâve found myself sitting here in front of you, Faye.â Nahvee speaks with certainty. Brown eyes meeting Fayeâs dual colored gaze- sheâd always found such mystery when she gazes into them. A storm brewing within her irises, Faye had been the hardest person for Nahvee to read. Though, sheâs grasped a decent idea of Fayeâs character. Strong, independent. Much like Nahvee but Fayeâs drive is far more ostentatious, which differs from Nahvee. Nahvee moves in stealth, no one expects much of anything heinous from her but sheâs not afraid to slip a bit of arsenic into your drink the second you turn your back to her. But Faye is upfront; dauntless with her fury. Oh, how much Nahvee admires her tenacity. Faye was the perfect friend for such an occasion- work has been stressful and it seems that there is a single person that needs to be handled. And although Nahvee has no doubt in her own talent, she can also admit when she needs assistance. This was for Faye in the long run, after all.
   The conversation started with Nahvee speaking of her discomfort at work; a calculated move on Nahveeâs end to open up the doorway and test the waters. The woman has no advice, but admits to being good at causing distractions and that seems to be what Nahvee is in search of. âI know that you like to take action rather than provide words.â she said, a hand reached to be placed so tenderly upon the top of Fayeâs own hand. She knows she shouldnât be in here like this; their visits had become less and less professional over the last few weeks as Nahvee has begun to feel far too smitten for Faye. âI wanted to ask you for something.â she then said, her thumb slowly stroking across the top of Fayeâs hand. âI have some.. things, I need to do to ensure your escape, but I need help. Words and advice wont get me anywhere, but maybe, one of your infamous distractions can. â
@inevitablexendingâ :Â â what, am i not allowed to look at you? â
   She was still adjusting to the changes: Arthur has been granted a key to her apartment and he can come and go as he pleases. He visits often, usually around the same time Nahvee has noticed. His visits often turn into sleep overs, Nahvee always offers the invitation, though she hadnât been expecting him tonight as he hadnât visited during his usual time. The clock reads just past ten and she had spent the last half hour submerged in the bath with a tall glass of red wine and here eyes glued onto the pages of Wuthering Heights. It wasnât long after she had gotten out of the bath, water drained and a plush, white towel was pulled around her. He must have entered in silence; she didnât hear the door nor did he announce his arrival- it wasnât until she turned around and found him standing in the doorway. Nahveeâs initial reaction was a loud gasp as she clutched the towel tightly to her chest as she finally registers that it was Arthur in her doorway and not some strange man who had broken in.Â
   She lets out a shaken breath; fear fading from her eyes as her grip on the towel remained as stiff as the rest of her posture. âArthur- I..â Her gaze meets with his as she attempts to gather her thoughts. âI wasnât expecting you tonight.â she admits. He seems to be bolder in his demeaner; perhaps more confident? More demanding? She canât quite put her finger on it. But the fact that he didnât seem embarrassed about catching her in a towel fresh out the bath threw her off. Heâs usually so bashful, but now he seems like sheâs somehow offended him keeping her body hidden from him with the towel. How long has he been standing there? He hadnât seen the entirety of her body before (at least not to her knowledge) ; she hadnât shown him yet. Finally, her grip loosens slightly as her muscles relax, the towel threatening to reveal the golden skin hidden beneath as she moves closer to him that she could grab the light pink polyester robe that hung upon the wall just beside him. âIf you wanted to look at me, Arthur, no oneâs stopping you.â She comments, her voice now soft spoken. Delicate. With a lift of her fingers, the towel falls from her body and plops to the floor surrounding her feet. Without turning, she began to slowly to slip the robe on, leaving it open for him to view her all heâd like. With the ends of the ribbon that wraps behind her back now in both hands, she lifts them to offer them to him. âMind tying this for me? Or would you rather I walk around with this robe open all night?â
olivia munn
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okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friendsâ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very âpleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighborâ. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )
[ HAIR ]:Â Â Â Â Â sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiverâs hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
[ CLOSE ]:Â Â Â Â Â while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiverâs body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
[ CHIN ]:Â Â Â Â Â as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiverâs chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.
[ THUMB ]:Â Â Â Â Â while cupping the receiverâs cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
[ WOUND ]:Â Â Â Â Â upon noticing a recent injury on the receiverâs person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
[ INHALE ]:Â Â Â Â Â while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.
[ DANCE ]:Â Â Â Â Â when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once theyâre alone) the sender takes the receiverâs hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
[ BARE ]:Â Â Â Â Â as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiverâs bare shoulder.
[ SCAR ]:Â Â Â Â Â noticing a scar on the receiverâs skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.
[ FOREHEAD ]:Â Â Â Â Â placing a hand on the back of the receiverâs neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.
[ PALM ]:Â Â Â Â Â taking the receiverâs hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiverâs palm.
[ LINGER ]:Â Â Â Â Â taking the receiverâs hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
[ BEHIND ]:Â Â Â Â Â upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiverâs waist, drawing them close against them.
[ WAIT ]:Â Â Â Â Â realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.
[ ARM ]:Â Â Â Â Â after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.
[ HOLD ]:Â Â Â Â Â while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.
[ PLAY ]:Â Â Â Â Â while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiverâs hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.
[ GUIDE ]:Â Â Â Â Â in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the senderâs hand protectively grazes against the small of their back
[ TOUCH ]:Â Â Â Â Â while touching the receiverâs waist, the senderâs hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
[ CUP ]:Â Â Â Â Â Â bringing both hands up to cup the receiverâs face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.
[ TUG ]:Â Â Â Â Â the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
[ HUSH ]:Â Â Â Â Â while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiverâs lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.
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( various fluffy dialogue prompts so soft, so sweet, just for you! )
â i just wanted to make sure youâre okay. â
â there it is, thereâs that smile! â
â you got me flowers? â
â iâm not afraid of you. â
â aw, did you miss me? â
â youâre lucky that youâre cute. â
â wait, you think iâm cute? â
â youâre not alone. you never were. â
â i donât think iâve ever seen you smile. â
â good morning, sleeping beauty. â
â itâs better with you here. â
â donât worry, iâm staying right here. â
â youâre welcome to stay, if you want. â
â donât be a stranger, okay? â
â i havenât laughed like this in a long time. â
â hold still. this might sting a little. â
â you can hold my hand, if you want. â
â i knew you would be here. â
â i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. â
â before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. â
â wow i really canât speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. â
â we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. â
â what, am i not allowed to look at you? â
â iâm not giving up on you. â
â is that my shirt? â
â this is a good look for you. â
â pinky promise? â
â câmere, you. â
â honey, iâm home! â
â you remembered? â
â youâre my family too. â
â letâs go somewhere, just you and me. â
â iâm here for you. donât forget that. â
â youâre the only thing that matters. â
â was that your first kiss? â
â i was worried something happened to you. â
â your heart is beating so fast right now. â
â relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. â
â you always see the good in people. even me. â
â do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? â
â nope, puppy dog eyes arenât going to work this time! â
â thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. â
â how about a kiss before i go? â
â iâm just glad youâre okay. â
â here we are, home sweet home. â
â thanks for being here with me. â
â seeing you happy is all that matters. â
â keep it. it looks better on you. â
â i couldnât stop missing you if i tried. â
â you feel like home to me. â
CONVERSATIONALÂ SENTENCEÂ STARTERSÂ Â
â you wanna know how i know youâre a good friendâ not just for me but in general? i always feel better after hanging out with you. â
â sometimes things arenât alright and theyâre not gonna be okay for a while. and thatâs alright. as cliche as it sounds itâs okay to not be okay. give yourself time. â
â have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it? everything thatâs been happening. eventually, you have to slow down and let it feel real. â
â  iâm not really the advice type, but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while. â
â was this not what you expected? â
â i think the whole idea of âfinding yourselfâ is kind of bullshit. we are what we chose to be. we make ourselves.  â
â did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company? â
â iâm going to tell you this, once, because i think you need to hear it. you deserve more. you should expect more from the world and put in the work to get what you deserve. â
â i brought some seeds for your garden. i thought about bringing a bouquet butâ this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer. â
â please, stay for dinner? i enjoy your company. â
â come sit a little while with me. tell me how youâve been? really. â
â you donât know how glad i am to see you made it. here, let me get you a drink.  â
â if youâd like to discuss it in private, we can step outside? â
â whatever it is you wish to tell me, it wonât leave this room. â
â well, iâve been wanting to talk to you. but i donât really know how to put it all in words. â
â how have you been sleeping? â
â donât take this the wrong way, but you donât quite look well. â
â donât feel bad for not knowingâ i was trying not to bother anyone. you didnât know because i didnât let you. â
â miscommunication is a shitty trope in sitcoms and itâs even shittier in real life, so letâs just take a moment to breathe. and letâs get on the same page. alright?  â
â is this a time for me to listen or fix it? â
â i donât really have anything to say, i just know that i donât really want to be alone. â
â could you justâŠtalk to me? it doesnât have to be anything important. i just like listening to your voice. it calms me. â
â honestly, it was a long time ago. i donât really remember the details. â
â iâm rather proud of you. i donât say that often, so believe i mean it. â
â you seem content here. happy, even? â
â iâm not here to drudge up the past. iâm just hoping we could have a future. â
â i see youâre not getting much sleep either. should i make us both some tea, then? â
â are you sure you didnât want to mention something to me? â
â are you sure youâre alright? â
â iâm a fan of your work, actually. â
â you have more of a reputation than you might think. â
â you havenât heard of me? how refreshing. â
â go on, tell me whatâs on your mind. â
â something is troubling you, yes? â
â with a smile like that, i canât help but want to know your secret. whatâs got you so cheery today? â
â come on, youâre clearly upset. and iâm not the asshole who pretends not to notice. â
â oh, iâm going to enjoy making my first impression with you. how am i doing so far? â
Olivia Munn
Olivia Munn
@inevitablexendingâ:Â âHow many times have i told you? You can't visit me hereâ bb artie, also hi GIRLIE
   This wasnât the first time sheâs stopped in at his work; the first time was accidental and the second was the morning she brought him coffee. He asked her not to come see him at work; sheâs assumed that perhaps heâd get in trouble if he was caught side tracked for too long and she feels guilty for showing up again today. Itâs her day off; her morning had been spent at the grocery store after swinging into the salon to get her nails repainted. It was when she had returned to her apartment with her groceries when she found that her door had been kicked down and someone had made off with the few valuables she owned. Of course they found her jewelry box; irreplaceable things such as her and her late husbandâs wedding rings were inside and she spent the next two hours sobbing on the phone with the GCPD who inevitably couldnât do a thing about the robbery. And she couldnât cope with sitting at home, nor did she want to be alone, so sheâs found herself here with the person who brings her the most comfort.
   âI know- I know.â Her eyes fall as her words tumble out in a sullen sigh, her shoulders were slumped in defeat. Her brown eyes dimmed to match her dejected mood and she made no effort uphold his gaze. âIâm just having a really bad day, Arthur, I didnât know where else to go.â Nahvee admitted. She hated to feel as if she were bothering him- sheâs already told herself that she could take a seat nearby even to stay out of his way if she must. She contemplated over telling him what happened, she doesnât want to stress him out while heâs on the job nor did he need anything else on his plate, but sheâs concluding that he would probably question her about it anyways. âSomeone broke into my apartment today and I really donât want to be there.â It was hard to say, although their shared apartment was an awful building, sheâd always felt like her space inside was her shelter away from all the bad in the world but itâs been trespassed upon. The harsh reality of Gotham City that no where was safe settled over her and she couldnât help but to feel terrified that the intruder may return while sheâs home alone. âCan I please stay? Iâll stay out of your way, I promise.â she said, lifting a hand to pathetically gesture towards the curb. âI can sit there and watch you work.â The ground was filthy, but the nearest bench was a crowded bus stop bench across the street and she didn'tâ want to be there either, so the curb would do. Besides, maybe watching Arthur as animated as portrays Carnival would cheer her up; she always thought he made the cutest clown, after all.
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â   đ .  GENERAL
â  hush .  raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . â  sit .  gesture for my muse to sit down . â  door .  hold a door open for my muse . â  tap .  tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . â  hunger .  give my muse something to eat / drink . â  cook .  present my muse with home - cooked food . â  brush .  work a brush / comb through my museâs hair . â  read .  silently read a book alongside my muse . â  hand .  hold out a hand for my muse to take . â  dressed .  help my muse put on an article of clothing . â  note .  give my muse a note saying :  [ content ] . â  amplify .  turn up the music in the car .
â Â Â đđ . Â Â ANGST
â  patch .  help my muse patch up a wound . â  night terrors .  hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . â  company .  silently sit with my muse to comfort them. â  hospital .  my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . â  revelation .  show my muse evidence of a lie they told . â  indulge .  find my muse drinking to cope . â  downfall .  find my muse collapsed on the ground . â  console .  comfort my muse as they cry . â  nurse .  give my muse company in the hospital .
â Â Â đđ . Â Â AFFECTIONATE
â  wink .  wink at my muse . â  wrap .  wrap an arm around my museâs [ shoulders / waist ] . â  caress .  gently caress my museâs face . â  tousle .  mess playfully with my museâs hair . â  chest .  place your head on my museâs chest .  â  comb .  comb fingers through my museâs hair . â  grasp .  run to my muse & jump into their arms . â  lean .  lean on my museâs shoulder . â  tender .  kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . â  abrupt .  kiss my muse out of the blue . â  chaste .  chastely kiss my muse . â  good morning .  kiss my muse the morning after . â  volumes .  gaze at my muse in a way that silently says  âi love youâ .
â   đđđ .  VIOLENT
â  strike .  [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . â  gun .  wield a gun at my muse . â  twist .  twist my museâs arm behind their back . â  throttle .  aggressively wrap your hands around my museâs throat . â  parch .  burn my muse with a hot object . â  take down .  forcefully bring my muse to the ground . â  gouge .  wield a sharp object at my muse . â shunt .  shove my muse backwards . â stickup .  yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. â shoot .  [ fatally / non-fatally ]  shoot my muse . â stab .  stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
â   đđ .  NSFW
â  surprise .  send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . â  pin .  push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . â  go down .  go down on my muse . â  choke .  intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  museâs  throat . â  belt loops .  pull my muse closer by their belt loops . â  skinny dipping .  go skinny dipping with my muse . â  rip .  tear a piece of clothing from my museâs body . â  mark .  leave a mark on my museâs body [ specify where ] .
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â close your eyes and hold out your hands. â â what are you smiling at? â â i canât leave you alone for one minute, can i? â â was it you? did you do all this? â â i donât know how you do this every day⊠â â that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady youâve just met. â â iâm not sorry. â â i did warn you not to trust me. â â do you remember anything? at all? â â youâre lucky youâre cute. â â why donât you just kill me? â â did you hurt yourself? â â i could show you the way. â â i donât feel so good. â â you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. â â donât go. please. â â you wanna know what your problem is? â â iâm here to drink alone. â â donât run away from this. â â iâm just saying, murder is an option. â â i didnât realize you were in so much pain. â â i guess it runs in the family, huh? â â you wouldnât understand. â â weâve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. â â dangerous to be out so late. â â i hope you havenât been standing out in the cold this whole time. â â i made a mistake. â â am i not good enough? â â iâm going to get you out of here. â â why did you bring me here? â â arenât we in a good mood today? â â donât shut me out. please. â â the stormâs getting worse. â â i never meant to hurt you. â â youâre about as intimidating as a butterfly. â â have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? â â here, take this. youâll catch a cold. â â this is the part where you leave. â â why are you talking like weâll never see each other again? â â you stepped on my foot! â â youâre not a very convincing liar. â â weâre in completely different leagues. â â how did you find me? â â i donât need you anymore. â â rough day today? â â snap out of it! â â you look better in my clothes than i do. â â why are you still here? â â can i ask⊠what happened? â â are you saying you care about me? â â i wonât let anyone hurt you. â â itâs not stealing if it was mine to begin with. â â well, this is where i live. â â weâre not so different after all. â â how long have i been asleep? â â no more lies, no more secrets. â â can you forgive me? â â i thought you⊠i saw you get shot. â â why are you really here? â â i wish we never met. â â you look like you need a hug. â â would you run away with me? â â see? iâm not just a pretty face. â â we can stop them. i can help you. â â what now? iâm tired. â â i didnât want you to see me like this. â â i canât do this without you. â â if you tell me yours, iâll tell you mine. â â are you threatening me? â â did you ever care about me? â â treat me like the princess that i am! â â iâm not leaving you. â â why did you come? â â i need your help⊠and you need mine. â â i wish i could hate you. â â i see you donât recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. â â youâve lost a lot of blood. â â i had my suspicions, but until now i wasnât sure. â â thereâs nothing left for me here. â â that is⊠literally illegal. youâre describing something illegal. â â wait. iâve heard that sound before. â â just try to hang on. â â so whyâs it so important anyway? â â iâll stay in tonight, thanks. â â we canât keep going on like this. â â in about a minute, youâll be sorry you didnât listen to me. â â is this seat taken? sorry, itâs a bit crowded here. â â you canât leave me here alone! â â iâll believe it when i see it. â â why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. â â i bought two. here. â â iâve seen you before, walking by. â â why canât i come with you? â â c'mon. arenât you worried what might happen if we go? â â walk with me? â â itâs very rude to stare. â â how many times have i told you? you canât visit me here. â â we canât fix this. can we? â â are you going to kill me? â â itâs not like you can stop me. â â itâs not safe for people to see us together. â â take me with you. â â some risks are worth taking. â â let them go. take me instead. â â what do you want in exchange for it? â â is being drunk an excuse? â â promise me you wonât overreact. â â how can i possibly trust you? after all youâve done. â â how long have you been standing there? â â why did you wake me? â â iâm not here to talk about my feelings. â â you were going to leave without saying goodbye? â â for some reason, iâm attracted to you. â â promise me? â â itâs nothing, iâm just tired. â â i feel safe with you. â â i donât need your help. â â i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. â â no way, iâm not doing that. â â i do care. â â you snore in your sleep. itâs adorable. â â i have a spare bed. â â youâre very kind. some day itâll get you killed. â â youâll always have a home with me. â â of course i care. youâre my family. â â you shouldnât insult people that are bigger than you. â â i never wanted to hurt you. â â i swear it wasnât me. â â we can just sit here, you donât have to talk. â â did you miss me? â â this isnât just about you. itâs about whatâs best for all of us. â â you can never admit when youâre wrong! â â is this what you wanted? â â what are you doing out here by yourself? â â sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. â â the only time you talk to me is when you need something. â â iâm still learning. â â if you have something to say, spit it out. â â you⊠donât like me very much, do you? â â iâm on your side. â â i risked my life for you! â â whatever youâre going to ask, the answer is no. â â you can stay with me. â â i just need time. â â please donât do this, donât act like you care. â â who the hell invited you? â â what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? â â i just wanted to say iâm sorry. â â think of it as a compliment. â â do you ever stop being so serious and dull? â â itâs rare to see your kind around here. â â you remember me. thatâs good. â â youâre a terrible flirt you know. â â are you kidding me? weâre not âfineâ! â â right now i wish i was dead. â â i guess i shouldâve told you. â â youâre not alone. iâm here. â â youâve been so quiet. whatâs on your mind? â â knowledge is power. â â you scared me. â â well, whatâs so strange about that? â â donât look at me like that. â â i want to be there when you get whatâs coming to you. â â just who do you think you are? â â you look⊠amazing. â â weâre safe, arenât we? â â you know, i really hoped iâd never see this place again. â â donât touch me. get away from me. â â i thought youâd like this. â â itâs too dark, i canât see anything. â â whatâs that smug look for? you think you can do any better? â â who did you piss off this time? â â you shouldâve thought about that before you got into a fight. â â i only wanted to help. â â you knew and you didnât tell me? â â you donât scare me. â â wow, look who remembered my existence. â â change isnât easy. â â why did you help me? â â why do you hate me? â â i canât even trust myself anymore. â â i was making sure you werenât dead, since you never called. â â you look awful. what happened? â â are you here to kill me? â â you know you arenât allowed in here, right? â â was that a friend of yours? â â two years later and you havenât changed. â â you look like you just saw a ghost. â â nobody tells me what to do. â â youâre too scared to do it, arenât you? â â come on. it canât be that bad. â â i hope to repay your kindness someday. â â just let me do this for you. â â why were they coming after you? â â how many people have you killed? how many? â â how much do you value your life? â â you donât know when to give up, do you? â â donât lie to me. â â iâm not sober enough to talk about this. â â have a drink with me. â
ruinoussâ:
     âHavenât you ever seen the show You? Guy is all about stalking and everyone enjoys it,â she beamed, watching Nahvee work. Her arm remained still as she felt it begin to tighten to the point of becoming uncomfortable. When she was younger she used to go into the chain drug stores and place her arm in the machines to wait for the numbers to pop up. It never made sense to her as to why she enjoyed doing it except that maybe that was about the only fun she got to have as a kid. When it was removed she rolled her shirt back down and flexed her fingers a bit, wiggling feeling back into them as she continued grinning.Â
     âJust leave your blinds open while you do all your dirty business. Itâll be fun,â she continued to tease. Though, she wouldnât be stealing anything of Nahveeâs if she chose to break into her home when she wasnât around. If anything sheâd probably rummage through her fridge and see if there was anything that wasnât green and heathy. Probably not but itâd be a nice little surprise. Leaning back in the chair she balanced it on two legs, using the strain of the handcuffs to keep her from toppling backwards.Â
      âWell, if you really want to help youâll be my asylum wife and hold me on these cold, cold nights,â Faye only half teased as she stuck her tongue out slightly, biting it between her teeth. It was safe to flirt with her as Nahvee would reciprocate it well or let her down gently. Their secret would be safe with her and at least then she could now tell all the others they could kindly fuck off. Thereâd be no interest if Nahvee was obtaining items for her but even if there were she definitely wouldnât mind giving a little extra for her long time friend.Â
   Nahvee couldnât help but laugh in response to Fayeâs explanation about the show. It was one that Nahvee shamelessly binge-watched a few months back. Ironically, she already has a stalker; though he wasnât exactly welcomed. A violent man she once upon a time had a fling with during her worst times of desperation. She did anything to get her hands on drugs and sheâs been disgusted with herself ever since. Nonetheless, she still jokes over the matter. âWhoâs to say I donât do that already?â she quipped. In actuality, she hasnât been with anyone in a long time and the moment the sun dips behind the horizon, her curtains are drawn.Â
   Faye earns a soft dusting of pink along Nahveeâs cheeks, the woman turns away to put her supplies away before picking up her clipboard ands scribbling down the reading onto Fayeâs chart. âIs that really what you want? To cuddle up with a woman wearing scrubs?â she asked. She couldnât imagine anyone finding it attractive; mostly because sheâs seen the sort of things that splatter upon her clothing ranging from vomit to blood. Her gaze lifted from the clipboard, meeting Faye with a warm smile. âBut if thatâs what you want, then maybe thatâs what youâll receive.â Nahvee trusts Faye; she knows her from outside of these walls and she feels safe with her. Laying with her and holding her at night actually sounded very nice and she works nightshifts often, afterall.    Setting the clipboard and pen down, her hand sunk into the pocket of her scrub pants as she stepped towards Faye once more, withdrawing a key. âLetâs get these cuffs off of you. Just donât go out there and fight anyone. Most of the people in your pod stay to themselves, they are a quiet bunch most of the time but thereâs one or two of them who might try to bother you for things of your tray.â she warned. With a simple gesture of her hand to request Faye to lift her wrists, she spoke again. âIâll be overseeing the pod for lunch along with one of the other orderlies, so Iâll be with you for breakfast if youâd like.â
basstardzâ:
One does not judge a wolf for being a wolf. Same way one does not judge a troll for being a troll. Thatâs what they all grew up with. While humans drew power from their minds, troll took their truths from nature itself, for there is nothing as wise or right. Trolls are stronger, and their number prevails over the 4th and the 2nd Kingdoms combined. Does not that constitute their right to more land? More money? These concepts are clear as day, and yet humans, the big-brained deceivers, cannot look one simple fact in the face â the 3rd Kingdom contained the future of the world, like a pregnant woman bears the child that will build a new world for itself. And presently there is one human who refuses to understand it most vehemently.
In his chambers, they are several feet apart, as she was graciously offered a sofa, and he is seated in a crudely built chair, his ankle on his thigh, gnawing on hazelnuts quite calmly considering a flurry of angry ramblings he is being subjected to. Itâs the funny thing about humanity â they always think talking will get them somewhere. The world talks only violence, and trolls understand it well. Sometimes he doubts that any human is smarter than any troll.
âOh? And how do you think a king should act? Make friends with kingdoms that are nothing politically or militarily?â
Looking out the window, he sees a land whose people are tired. Tired of crop failures, of hunger, of being disrespected. It has to end. He or his children will see the end of the era when trolls were under the thumb of the 8 Kingdoms. He only needs a bigger army for that. The taxes have been raised, the new laws established. A war is brewing, and he is not set on stopping it from happening.
âDonât worry, little queen. Weâll make a deal and part our ways again.â
   Nahvee would be lying to herself if she said that she didnât realize how things worked between the kingdom; one pillages the other to feed their own and her kingdom was no exception in a land of treachery. Her kingdom stays within itâs own; their people live a happy life comfortable within the corners of their bounds. They were survivalists in their own light; a kingdom that wasnât reach but they maintained their lifestyle through the very nature they preserved. But Relishâs kingdom was far different; the land plagued by poverty and barren of food. Thereâs no wonder why heâd resort to using a queen as ransom; perhaps he would have gotten much more out of a deal with the ruler of a far wealthier kingdom rather than trying to rob a kingdom that has nothing to do with the petty affairs of those around it. The elves were a peaceful breed; reserved and quiet in contrast to the Trolls. Aggressive brutes they were and her people often frowned upon them, their behavior reckless.
   âYou could have gone after any other kingdom; there are plenty others there for you to gouge and yet, you choose mine. We have had no qualms with your people thus far, why create one now?â They could simply coexist, but the trolls seem to have a different mindset. They are temping war and Nahvee wishes for her kingdom to left out of it. âI believe that a king would seek alliance before war.â she pointed out. She believes if he truly wanted to get his way, he could try to unite with the other lesser kingdoms; theyâd unite and have enough manpower to overrun a bigger kingdom and their efforts would be fruitful. But instead, he wastes his time pillaging smaller kingdoms; taking their coin and yet, nothing seems to change for them. They are still poor and hungry. âTell me what it is that you expect to bargain for?â She knows her people would struggle if Relish asks for a large fund. And she doesnât believe his words; that theyâd simply part ways and be done with this. He was bound to return, perhaps next time invading Elven land and claiming her kingdom as his own. âWe donât have much to offer, Relish. Youâd benefit more taking this âbargainâ up with another kingdom.â