* WICKED

AFFLI. Albel Nox of SO. HOUSE 134.

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mortecarpi‌:

“I need you… to punch me… as hard as you can.”

The laws of the land are not like his home’s and he is not above the law. ❝ --No. ❞

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mortecarpi‌:

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“You look strong… do you think… you can help me… with something…?” it’s pain. He wants pain.

This is questionable, but he is strong yes.. ❝ ---Depends on what it is. ❞

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50 Dialogue Prompts

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“People are staring.”

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“ these are the empty pews ” “ it’s much too late to repent ” “ this is your unmarked grave ” “ what else is there to live for besides your one true love ? ” “ you never thought i needed protection ” “ did i ever even have a choice ? ” “ he told me i was an obligation ” “ you make me forget what it feels like to miss someone i was never allowed to call mine ” “ are you my antidote or my poison ? ” “ this story may be cliche  ,  but it’s ours ” “ is there really any way it can end other than in bloodshed ? ” “ i’ll lick your wounds and then you’ll do the same for me ” “ if you start to keep score  ,  can you still call it love ? ” “ brace for impact ” “ this girl right here is a fucking goner ” “ with you there is no faking it ” “ this boy  ,  he’ll be the death of me ” “ i was too young to realize you were the one that should have known better ” “ i never did have an ear for music ” “ when night falls  ,  my monster tells me he loves me ” “ you always did crave the taste of your own lies ” “ this love leaves bloodstains ” “ i’m so fucking sorry ” “ it was exhausting for both of us ” “ you are the bruises and teeth marks i find all over my body without remembering how they got there in the first place ” “ this isn’t a haunting  ;  it’s a hunting ” “ it’s probably a good thing that god forgives sinners like me ” “ i can’t tell the difference between you and the dead of winter ” “ at least winter makes way for spring ” “ i can’t decide who it is i’m more frightened of ” “ i would do just about anything to make her disappear ” “ if you’re looking for your perfect victim  ,  then you might as well set down your lanterns ” “ you won’t be able to find her here ” “ i’m the fairy tale everyone forgot about because the lesson wasn’t pure or hopeful enough ” “ i don’t excuse her and you shouldn’t either ” “ couldn’t you at least try to hide it ? ” “ i never knew you could grieve a breathing man ” “ nothing but a coffin in my ribcage ” “ you remind me of the way flowers bloom so furiously in spring ” “ are you breaking her like you broke me  ,  or am i just that special ? ” “ nothing makes sense with or without you ” “ my body didn’t know what it was like to survive without you ” “ you took things i didn’t know you could take ” “ it seems you never learn  ,  either ” “ either take everything i have or drop it all and walk away ” “ darling  ,  you are worthy ” “ you can do this  ,  you know ” “ let your heart take its time ” “ there’s someone else seeping in through the fractures you left ” “ if you’re never going to leave me  ,  then this is me leaving you ” “ find a new partner in crime ” “ someone i used to know told me that love was forever ” “ don’t try to waste your time again ” “ i’m sorry i didn’t know how to stop the pretending ” “ they didn’t deserve this ” “ some people are never worth your words ” “ come  ,  take back your hatred ” “ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me ”

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oathtocecille‌:

A few zombie bodies laid at Dias’s feet before he looked at the other. “….Too busy with my own zombies.” He retorted, looking the other over. “.…a broken bottle?” 

The shard of the bottle tossed from his hand. ❝ They weren’t worth using an actual weapon. ❞ He tossed the comment, moving to fetch the wooden sword from the floor. Purposely kicking a few bodies along the way.  Even if the bottle was in immediate vicinity of his reach, it faired better than the piece of wood. ❝ ━Like you can do better with a sheathed weapon.❞

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//&. @oathtocecille

A broken bottle -- several broken bottles, wasn’t something he’d consider a weapon. In the matter of desperation, weapon flung from hand and this within immediate grasp; it became something ‘useful’. A breath huffed roughly through his nose with the shove a shambling corpse from his from, his eyes trailed to fall to another nearby.  ❝ ━Were you going to stand there the entire time and waste space? Or, do something useful? ❞

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shouyoku‌:

      “It’s a whole thing about ‘celebrating the lives’ of people. Dead people, namely. Didn’t you hear?” With how much the city was abuzz with it, she’d have thought otherwise, but then again, some people had a knack for keeping themselves willfully ignorant. Even as she ‘explains’ though, she’s reaching for a plate herself, keeping her eyes firmly on her choice of foods. “That’s why I didn’t figure you’d be into it.”

Oh? He was supposed to be paying attention to everything? Ashame he hadn’t done that, but purely focused on that of food. Albel simply turned a brow upward at the other’s words. ❝ The dead are dead for a reason. Why celebrate, lest they’re coming back for a visit? ❞ Teeth clasped the meat from the stick, only taken to making faces to the ‘explanations’. A short chortle left his nose.  ❝  ━And this you consider to be something of your thing? I wasn’t aware this was a selectively celebratory necropolis.  ❞

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scyphozoas‌:

The ocean wasn’t supposed to do that.

The small gem stared in confusion as the figures rose from the sea and began to make their way towards shore. All the small boats that were sent off had been tipped over into the cold sea by the oncoming bodies. Bortz quickly grabbed whatever was close by to use a weapon. The looked at the bottle of wine that was left behind from the party and smashed it against a rock to make sharp edges. They had no other way of defending themselves. 

Their body stiffened when they realized one of the figures glittering in the moonlight. Then, slowly, more began to appear in a mixture of rainbow colors. One, in particular, caught Bortz’s eyes. 

“Heliodor…?” They felt their spirit waver. slowly, they recognized each of the lost gems. They were all taken to the moon! Why were they here? Bortz shook their head. No gem ever came back to the moon. A glass bottle wouldn’t be able to break these gems, and Bortz wasn’t sure they had the heart to shatter them. they looked around frantically before spotting someone. 

“You there! Help!”

The ocean definitely wasn’t supposed to do that. However, he wasn’t surprised in these strange lands. 

Moonlight creating ominous effects upon the dead, shuffling through the waves of shifting ocean; blissfully aware of what decided to pull free of its oceanic grasp. The swordsman only gazing so much before the silhouetted shape threatened to strike a cord in emotions chained deep within; cold steel holding snug of what threatened to rise. Rise at the sight of familiar shapes.  

Fear whispered a faint hum. 

Of all times to return; not in memory but in horrific shapes and quick approaching steps. A cruel joke played on the burnt flesh of a father figure sliding in beige granules. What a time for the necropolis to pick its time to spill the dead free; undead, even. The rest tottering in the wake of raised sand. Albel so chose, with a hissed scoff and the useless bit of wooden sword; the thing only doing so much in incapacitating the undead; took to the last resort of moving to avoid getting hit at all. 

Steps wavering in the not-so-distant shout for help, shifting his form to one side to keep from sinking into the sand; dashed over to the sounds of the voice. Thought not placed into what he was simply running toward, only instinct of all would follow. 

---Great. Better to take care of it now, then have it later come back and bite him in the ass.  Leaving the shamblers to follow, later.  ❝ Move! ❞ He growled, giving some time for the other to get out of the way, or be mowed down by the surge of air breaking through sand and the runner he fell back to allow to fall in the path; swinging the wooden sword twice. Cutting down the runner in his path in close proximity with steps paused in the right moment. And the glimmering form of the unknown in not so short distance form him; should it meet its intended mark, battering it to some extent.

Now at a full stop, his feet sank in with the weight of his form at a stop. Scarlet eyes moving to fall to the smaller that called out to him, 

❝  ━Rather than standing there like a frightened animal, you fool, try doing something. Before it comes back. I won’t be helping you again if the sword splinters into pieces.. ❞ Which wouldn’t take much, with a gaze to it, he assumed two more strikes against a body and it was gone. With a staggering shift, he turned to begin his trek away from the water. ❝ ━Let’s go before they come back.  ❞

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The white haired male looked at the other. Just. Stares.

 —-Scarlet eyes gazed back.  Brow quirked and expression unamused, holding the other’s gaze; unblinking. 

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quickwits‌:

          —— ?!

        ❛  H- Hey, cut that out !   ❜  Hastily, he attempts to shoo the hand at his ear away. Who does this guy think he is, going up and picking on him like this !  ❛  Let go !!  ❜

❝ Stop what? This?  ❞ Bats the shoo’ing hands away from his hand, moving to tug the append-age this way and that. Yes, he knew they were real. Seemed very real but, was he going to stop? Not that easily. In fact, he now decided to tug at the other with his free hand.  ❝ ━What? Are you going to make me? I’m not so sure these dumb ears are so real now.❞

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quickwits‌:

      ❛  my ears aren’t part of a costume.  ❜

❝ ━? I don’t know, they look pretty fake.  ❞  Without halt or hesitation, gives the ear a tug. 

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shouyoku‌:

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      “You know, this didn’t really seem like the kind of thing you’d be into.” Its a bit of a hypocritical observation, given her own personality would make her seem the same. “Did you come down for the free food or what?”

This wasn’t his kinda thing, at all. But free food was. ❝ ━? There are other reasons people come to these things? ❞ Genuine came the question, of all the other emotions he pulled, this one was placed along his features. Of course, said through the item of food he hand being eaten, of what he could grab. 

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---Eyes lingered upon the scene of the festival from a distance away. Music vibrating across the pavement beneath his feet. Regarding the bodies meandering about the place, the bonfire lit high and tongues of incandescence desire lapped against the air; burning higher. Lids came over the scarlet eyes, willing away the image threatening to pop up before his eyes.  Remembrance? Lingering upon old memories snuffed into a small box to remain unopened? Something to celebrate doing the opposite of such of that was?  A scoff left his lips, audibly whilst his body turned away from the festive show. 

Lids lifting once more with guided steps, absconding. 

Not his kind of scene, for the night.