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âNope, nope, Iâm done. Leave me here. Iâm done with your shenanigans,â they took a seat in the snow, using two hands to shovel it over their legs.
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Character Idea
âNope, nope, Iâm done. Leave me here. Iâm done with your shenanigans,â they took a seat in the snow, using two hands to shovel it over their legs.
Character Idea
He could weave his feelings into the scarves he knit and the person who wore that piece of clothing would experience them.
âIs that what you think of me? Iâm insulted, really.â
âDo yourself a favor and stop comparing yourself to me.â
âI have yet to see them truly bothered. Itâs incredible.â
âThere was no competition. It was all you.â
âI live and breathe adventure! Excitement is my middle name!â
âLook, if I say I canât do it, I want you to understand I donât mean that I actually canât. I mean that Iâm unable to force myself.â
Character Idea
He watched his knight with fondness. From the gruff attempts at modesty when confronted with praise, to the quiet fondness on his face when he gently brushed his horse. The more he saw, the more he fell.
LA BELLE SAISON (2015) dir. Catherine Corsini
âDo I frighten you?â She sounded interested, more than anything, and not entirely like she meant it as a question as the protagonistâs heart rabbited under her hand. âI never used to frighten people. I was too pretty. Even when pretty is threatening, itâs never quite frightening, is it? People know that pretty doesnât last. They know what to do with it.âÂ
âI think youâre frightened that I pity you.âÂ
âOh pretty thing,â she smiled. âYouâre not soft enough for that.â
Writing agent Jonny Geller gives advice to young writers.Â
Victorian era secret lesbian prompts?
1) Handsom cabs were, for the most part, uncomfortable. And then, for the rest, rather discreet. A stolen moment as the two of them sped through to the city streets, pressed close together, hands caressing, lips a flurry of affection careful that they mustnât too greatly wrinkle their dresses before they arrived.
2) It wasnât perhaps natural, but perhaps it was expected in the long hours they wiled away together while their husbands were away from work. Boredom turned to friendship, turned to-well, turned to something that made her heartbeat faster and that she couldnât possibly tell anyone about. ExceptâŠâYou need rest,â her husband said kindly. âFor the baby. Not all this excitement and noise and distraction. The doctorâs said it would not be good for your nerves.ââ[Other womanâs name] is hardly a distraction!â More to the point, she couldnât bear not seeing her again.Â
3) They only dared show their affection through letters. Kept tucked away, pored over and memorized with caught breath and wide-eyes before the fire. It seemed strange that anything so cool as ink and paper could run the blood so hot - and yet there it was. Each word, intimate and scandalous beyond what anyone would ever dare say to her before, felt branded upon her soul.Â
Character Idea
She examined the trinket the human brought for her, webbed hands turning the jar in her hands. She pulled at the lid, testing it, and was pleasantly surprised when it popped right off. When the human motioned for her to lift it to her face, she frowned, but did as she was told, getting a whiff of pure lemon. Startled, she flung the âcandleâ at the humanâs feet, backing into the water with a pout when they laughed at her.
Character Idea
Their scales reflected their emotions, the very idea of âheart on their sleeveâ. They hated it.
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âSurely there are better things to do with my skills,â he suggested, typing away at his keyboard, disappointment thick in the air. His companion scoffed, leaning against his chair, slowly inching him away from the desk by accident.
Character Idea
âI wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me,â they sighed, staring at a single person in a crowd of many others.
âFor a hero,â the villain said, âyouâre awfully cynical.â
âFor someone who does what you do,â the hero replied, âyou have an unnerving insistence in and faith for the essential goodness of humanity.â
âOf course - I see what they do at their darkest and why.â
âThey say less is more, but when have I lived by that?â
âYouâre under arrest for breathing the same air as I am.â
âSomeone so perfect canât possibly be a human.â
âEnough of your whining. Get up, we have to get them back for that prank.â
âEven your good ideas turn into bad ones, honestly.â
âHey, donât touch anything. I donât know how stable it all is.â
Character Idea
They pulled at the long strands of their bangs, mouth twisting downwards as they stared at the length. Tempted as they were to simply cut it off and be done with it getting in their eyes, they knew theyâd probably mess it up.
âNot all of it was pointless. You canât see it that way.â
âSome of my best actions were done impulsively.â
âBrain and brawn? What donât you have?â
âSomething wrong? No, not at all! I totally wanted to get chased by a monster this morning.â
âMy mad kazoo skills totally count as a talent.â
âNothing I love more than a little bit of peace and quiet.â
âWhat was the purpose of coming out here so late? Nothingâs happening.â