PROMPTS FROM BRIDE
* assorted dialogue from the book by ali hazelwood, some lines reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary
every second, i want you too much, and every second, i'm on the verge of wanting you more.
you're not a problem, [name]. you're a privilege.
of all the good things i've felt in my fucking life, you are the best.
you think, but you don't know.
i would take anything you chose to give me.
i would take your problems, your gifts, your moods, your passions, your jokes, your body... i would take every last thing if you chose to give it to me.
maybe you're not meant for the way i'm meant for you, but i'm going to choose you anyway, over and over and over again.
you smell like you're mine.
some nights, when i'm walking past your door, i have to whisper to myself "keep going."
what i am is an adult woman with agency and the tools to make choices. feel free to, you know, treat me accordingly.
maybe there is something devastating about the incompleteness of it.
maybe some things transcend reciprocity. maybe not everything is about having.
you make me want to draw again.
that was a badass speech.
badass is my middle name.
i don't know you enough to make a judgment.
there is no world, no scenario, no reality in which i'll gracefully allow you to leave me.
spank me and take away my tv privileges.
i have no friends, no hobbies, and no real purpose aside from earning enough money to pay rent in order to... exist, i guess.
stop playing with your food.
other people's approval is a powerful drug.
at times, there are decisions that feel right.
i've seen you use your phone.
you type "google" into the google bar to start a new search.
you need to be told the right things.
you're intelligent and incredibly skilled at what you do.
you're very beautiful to look at.
am i under your protection?
i won't take your freedom. not when so many others have already done so.
if they murder me, avenge me?
how the fuck do you smell like this?
you smell like you just came.
i don't know what it is about me that says "please make yourself at home on my lap," but i'll have to fix that.
i could fuck you very nicely right now. i almost did.
i was trying to check my email.
what the fuck did you just do?
how many people have you killed?
you went limp in my arms, and i was so fucking scared.
hope you packed a lint roller.
i fucking love your scent.
i'm too tired to keep them at bay.
i've taught myself not to care. about anything.