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hi friends!! basically, i watched the teaser trailer for season 2 of shadow and bone, got excited, began to reread the soc duology, and then these happened! or rather, i found an ancient unpublished fic i wrote after the first time i read the duology, and decided to make that a problem for everyone else! i hope you all enjoy these, you donât need to have seen the show nor read the books, i actually think many of these are fairly fandomless! i just wanted to explain my inspiration! DONâT ADD TO THIS LIST! iâll make more lists like this one! ily all, bon appetit, go forth and write or read or nap or watch tv or something!
â my goodness, youâre not nearly as stupid as you look! â
â you have all the answers right in front of you. you just need to look at it differently. â
â donât presume that you know me just because youâve heard a few rumors and read a few articles. â
â thereâs certainly more to you than meets the eye, isnât there? â
â i urge you to remember exactly who it is youâre talking to. because while others might appreciate your tone, i assure you, i do not. â
â iâm concerned that you mightnât understand what discreet means. because the path of chaos youâve just created is exactly the opposite of discreet. â
â you owe me a favour. iâm here to collect. â
â i thought it was a good time to pay you a visit. itâs been so long, after all; and we have so much to catch up on. â
â you are not your father/mother/parentâs child. not by anything other than blood, and thatâs not even on the spectrum of importance. â
â i was wrong about you. â
â you know, i was warned not to get involved with you. people insisted it was a foolâs decision. but i held out hope that youâd prove them wrong. nowâs your chance. â
â iâm not the sort of person to fuss over hurt feelings. youâre either of value to me, or youâre worthless. so prove to me that youâre not the latter. â
â you honestly think i donât know where you go each night? iâm not blind nor an idiot. i just trust your ability to return home unharmed. â
â have you told anyone else about this? â
â there are no children anymore. only survivors. childhood and innocence are luxuries afforded to the privileged. not us. â
â i offered you an opportunity once. to build a better world together. we both know how that turned out. and now, you come crawling back, begging for⊠what? mercy? forgiveness? â
â iâm with you. always. no matter what happens, i will be right by your side. do you understand? â
â weâre a team, arenât we? teams stick together. even when the leader is being a prick. â
â âŠi was really worried about you, you know. you scared me earlier. and iâm not saying it to make you feel bad, itâs just⊠promise me youâll tell me if things get bad again? â
â i canât pretend to understand all this stuff youâve got going on. but i do promise that iâll be here to help you through it all. alright? â
â thereâs a job that needs to be done before we get to work on the big task. thatâs why iâm here. youâll be helping me/us to complete both jobs. payment upon completion. â
â you and i arenât as different as you want to believe. that must be why youâre so angry. because looking at me, all that iâve done⊠itâs like looking in a mirror. isnât it? â
â people are scared. they need a leader. and right now, like it or not, theyâre looking to you. so go on. lead us. â
â youâve come up with some really insane plans over the years, but this is just defying any amount of belief. â
â look. i donât care if people underestimate me. i actually enjoy it. they see me as an idiot, they drop their guard, the end. but i need you to know that iâm not an idiot. okay? â
â people have died. we canât let that go unpunished. â
â the world is changing. and if we donât get ahead of it, then theyâll be the ones to decide what it changes into. â
â right! whatâs the plan, then? and god help the lot of us if you donât have one. â
â not all of us can afford the luxury of a conscience. â
â donât make the deadly mistake of presuming my actions reflect weakness. too many have made that same presumption. and not a single one of them lived to tell the tale. â
â youâre scared. i can tell. the shaking, the look in your eye⊠you want to run. donât. youâll waste precious time and energy, and youâll need it all if you want to live. â
â everything is gone. itâs all smoke, ruin, obliterated. is that our legacy now? our reputation? destruction, devastation, death? is that who we are? â
â weâve fought against powerful enemies before, but this is beyond that. if we want to get out of this alive, we need to be smarter, stronger, better than weâve ever been before. â
â donât forget why weâre here. thereâs far more at stake than our lives if this goes wrong. â
â youâre the only person here i trust. we need to stick together, watch each otherâs backs. just because everythingâs changed, doesnât mean we have to, too. â
â i canât think of anyone iâd rather be doing this crazy, ridiculous, nearly definitely lethal mission with. letâs go out with a bang, eh? â
â you people are completely insane. but youâre also insufferably good at this sort of thing. so letâs go save the world, shall we? â
â why are we fighting so hard to save the lives of people who hate us, anyway? â
â youâre the best there is at this sort of thing. iâd hate to see the one who got the better of you⊠â
â look at them all. going around, fussing over money, clothes, land⊠do they ever realize whatâs going on around them? do they ever see the bigger picture as we do? â
â youâre clever. good. itâs nice to have a challenge. but you should know now, youâll want to be a hell of a lot smarter than that if you want to go up against me. â
â you and i both know the risks. we both know what people like them are capable of. tell me itâs all okay, and i wonât question you. but if it isnât⊠we need to be ready. â
â itâs lonely and vicious at the top. i can handle that. but you⊠you wouldnât survive five minutes of this life. â
â you canât survive in this world without growing a thicker skin, and erasing that naive belief that you can trust anyone you meet. least of all me. â
â if youâre knocking on my door, i can only imagine it means youâre here to collect. and by your demeanour, itâs one hell of a favor youâll be asking, too. â
â i understand your anger. iâve lived with that sort of rage for many years of my life. but you need to set it aside, understand? we need you calm if we want to get out of here. â
â oh, donât get all sentimental. i saved your life because youâre worth more to me alive than dead. it doesnât signify any degree of care or affection. â
â you have one hell of an inflated ego, you know that? we were told this job was impossible. thatâs not a challenge. thatâs a fact. it is not possible. even for you. â
â iâve heard it all before. one more job. one more mission. one last heist. but thereâs always more. itâs like some sort of obsession for you. searching for another thrill. â
â enough! this is it! donât you see that?! we almost died! you almost got killed! if the saints are kind enough to save us today, itâs only so we can quit while weâre ahead! â