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" we seek him here, we seek him there those frenchies seek him everywhere is he in heaven? or is he in hell? that demmed elusive pimpernel! " independent and private sir percival 'percy' blakeney of the scarlet pimpernel. novel & headcanon based. written by skye.

[elusivefop]

𝑬𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑷. ind. & prv. rp blog for sir percy blakeney from the scarlet pimpernel. book series & 1982 film based. written by skye (30, EST, she/her).

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[elusivefop]

me when i made this blog: tom h.iddleston is such a boring fc choice! me now:

[elusivefop]

what if... revamp???

[stjusts-arc]

birds turned into men, and those men into husbands; this was how the world worked, at least according to the fables she still kept close to her heart. they had taught her plenty of other things, as well –– to not misbehave, or else the wrath of baba yaga awaited her, that a wooden doll should be kept hidden from the rest of the world, and that an egg had the power to dictate life and death. perhaps she had been a fool to believe her own love story would follow the same path, that her happiness could last for more than a day once she had been whisked away by her prince. he had grown colder than ever before, and marguerite had feared that his heart –– the one which she had adored with all her might –– had turned to stone, shutting her out for the rest of time. who do you belong to, crazy girl? her mind called to her. why are you all alone in this cold, dark country?

“ percy, please ... ” she says one more, his name a prayer on her tongue, though now her utterance of it felt like sacrilege. oh! how she wanted to seize him right there –– to be held in his embrace once more, his warmth as crushing as the sun (warmth that was now lost to her). perhaps this was proof, then, that a semblance of love still remained deep within her heart, untainted by stinging, aching bitterness. “ can't you just –––– ”

she did not mean to be cruel, not this time, her face contorting with remorse. turn back, masha, her mind calls out once more. you cannot fix this; turn back before it's too late. if it had been anyone else –– anyone but percy –– she would have brushed the thought away, giving it little thought before continuing whatever tangent she was going on before. this time was different, however, as the voice shouted, desperate to be heard: there was still time to turn away, to flee and forget this had ever happened. she could still save her pride –– whatever was left of it, at least –– and she could still be lady blakeney, with that idiotic fop for a husband, who deserved so much better than him ... no, she had decided. she wouldn't turn away, not when his soul had become too entangled with hers. her pride had been the cause of their estrangement, this cold wall that now stood between them. she had already lost him once before, and marguerite was determined not to lose him again.

“ please, can you leave this behind? ” her hand, slightly trembling, reached out, as though to touch him. instead, it grasped the back of his armchair, her eyes pleading, beginning to be wettened by tears. “ all of this foolish business, just for this moment; with your tailors, with our guests. with lord tony, sir andrew, and lord hastings –––– ” she's speaking too fast, the words blur into each other, and for a moment marguerite thinks she's speaking in tongues. she pauses, if not to recompose herself, then to look at him once again, into those lazy eyes that she had once loved so dearly.

“ leave it all behind and listen to me; talk to me, ” it's a plea more than it is a demand, though she leaves the rest unsaid: i will follow you anywhere, percy blakeney. i will follow you until my bones grow old and tired and wither away. all you need to do is say the word, and i will be there by your side once again –– and this time, i will never leave.

[elusivefop]

he wants to look away. he needs to look away. more than anything he wants to spare himself the agony of seeing her eyes so dark and pleading - so full of the promise of something that was long buried. to see her looking at him thus... it is as much a punishment as when the first truth of her betrayal had fallen from her tempting lips. his heart had broken then - and tonight it once more stands to shatter at her feet with each desperate syllable that she whispers. it is cruel of her. and yet he cannot look away. he can never look away - not really. he allows the cracks to grow and his blood to spill on her hands. he always will. and he will never tell her.

can't you just --? she does not need to finish the sentence for him to know what she wants. she is a clever woman, his wife. the cleverest, as the popular bon mot declared. she sees the wall between them and she knows its cause. she knows that parts of him lie hidden in its shadows, refusing to see the light of day, to be warmed by the love they'd once shared. and she will never know, he reminds himself as he watches her eyes shimmer in the candlelight. perhaps if only his own pride where at stake... then he might have long since thrown himself at her feet, begging her forgiveness. but this is about more than their sad, tarnished love now. it is about his mission - about the helpless voices calling to him from across the channel. it is about his men. about the lives of those who so blindly put their faith in him. it is about trust. and he knows better than to trust what he sees in her eyes.

it is one thing for a man to break when he is no one - a rich, idle fool with no purpose other than to bend to every whim of his lady and to entertain his foolish compatriots. it is another thing for man with responsibilities to be so led. and though every tear and every sigh leaves a fresh scar on his already battered heart, it cannot move for her. he cannot let it.

his long, slender fingers flinch instinctively as she momentarily draws her hand near. it is an impulse, one he cannot control. " leave what behind, m'dear? " he says, forcing a lazy smile onto his lips and clenching his traitorous fingers. the mask is usually a more convincing one than perhaps it is tonight. but he is resolved. " 'tis my only business! " a light chuckle escapes his lips. " what other business does a gentleman have? "

for a long moment, his lazy gaze holds her pleading one... no. no... but the longer he looks, another chip - a tiny atom of stone - crumbles from his wall of resolve. there is, for the briefest moment, an urgent flash behind his eyes. " my lady - if you've something to say to me... " he gestures easily at the quiet parlor and the warm fire, as if his heart is not pounding in his chest. " there is no time like the present... "

[elusivefop]

@meiquene said: a man in your position should not listen to gossip.

" sink me! a dreadful thought, that! " he exclaimed, fixing her with a disbelieving look through his elegant lorgnette. " not listen to gossip? perhaps your ladyship would then be so good as to tell me what a man in my position ought to do instead? " but there was a gleam of mischief behind his sleepy gaze and a tease lurking beneath the outrage in his words. he let out a dismissive tsk and waved the idea aside with one long-fingered hand. " egad! that would spoil all the fun - to be in the precise position to hear all the best gossip, only to be obliged to ignore it? " he suspected, of course, that the gossip she wished him to avoid was that which came with her own name attached. " 'tis a dreary existence indeed that you'd wish upon a poor chap like myself... "

[promptling]

the scarlet pimpernel ( 1982 ), dir. clive donner. change pronouns as needed.

i beg of you.

do you know the rendezvous?

our world is topsy-turvy.

then why do we look the other way and pretend nothing is happening?

don't you think your methods are slightly harsh?

it would seem your friend is in distress.

you'll be superb!

anyone would have done as much.

we must get you home to bed.

his heart too often leads his head.

is love, too, a crime these days?

will i not see you again?

how could you be so rude?

you've executed men for less.

revolutions are never bloodless.

you are even more beautiful than i recall, if that is possible.

you see i'm a bit of a poet, and you did not know it.

you must tell me all about yourself, in all detail.

you move too fast.

i'd sooner trust a snake.

i give you my word, no harm will come to you.

i shall be back in time for supper.

you used me.

what have i done?

you have no right to pry into my personal affairs.

why i do believe you're jealous?

it amazes me how a woman of your taste and intelligence could tolerate such a fool.

the one thing you must never doubt is my sincerity.

you must be very much like your mother.

it appears we have both misjudged one another.

isn't it wonderful?

you made inquiries?

they say she only married him for his money.

she has blood on her hands.

this is no trial. and you are no judge.

will you say nothing, sir?

there are times when i think that he still loves me.

these pinch something monstrous.

perhaps there's no more to know.

i dare not risk it.

i shall love her till the day i die.

a man in your position should not listen to gossip.

have you come here to be impertinent?

i was good enough for you once.

kindly state your business.

i advise you to keep silent.

i must have been daydreaming.

in that gown, you'll be the belle of the ball.

the man can't even tie his own cravat.

why aren't you the kind of man a woman can look up to?

are you in trouble?

i shall expect you to dance every dance with me.

i do feel devilish lucky tonight.

i don't know what came over me.

i only need to close my eyes for a moment or two.

do not turn around.

you are a very brave woman for coming here.

i'm a fool.

how can you be so unfeeling?

you don't even know the meaning of love.

i should never have allowed you to come along.

i can only pray that i'm doing the right thing.

a fair exchange, don't you think?

he takes you for a fool.

any trickery, and they die.

allow her to go free.

let me die with you.

i'm not afraid to die.

alas, a moment was all i could spare.

well, finish it off!

do you lack the courage?

i always like to give a man a sporting chance.

[stjusts-arc]

for a moment, there was bliss, and then there was none. those sweet, halcyon days of their courtship –– one which had gone on for far too long, or so some of the more respectable circles of society would say –– now taunted her with its bitterness, nostalgia having become her sworn enemy in time. marguerite blakeney could not deny how quickly their marriage had soured, the love she had sworn was once wholly hers having dissipated along with it, with sir percy having become just as enigmatic as that noble scarlet pimpernel, whom she had come to adore in her husband's place. winter's long, grueling nights had left her restless, and she had crept into the drawing room with unwavering tenacity; it had been so long since they had spoken to one another intimately, why not try again now?

marguerite approached her husband in silence, though she could not believe that she was interrupting anything important. ❛❛ percy, ❜❜ she began. ❛❛ little husband of my heart ... ❜❜ her voice was soft and tender, devoid of the bitterness and cruelty that she had so freely wielded in public. here, in this room, they were no longer sir and lady blakeney, but marguerite and percy, forced to confront the ugliness of their marriage –– where she could no longer hide behind a façade.

had he been a bird, having come to whisk her away in the shape of a man? she had certainly believed so, for she could not fathom that any man possessed as much devotion as he. perhaps he had been a fantasy, then, one she had conjured with all the will in her mind, or, perhaps that only made their estrangement easier to bear. marguerite had sought to catch a glimpse of the old percy blakeney –– the boy who had worn his heart on his sleeve –– at gatherings, at balls, even now in the drawing room, just the two of them. alas! he had been nowhere in sight, and so marguerite had abandoned all hope, believing that the man she married was lost to time (though, perhaps that would all change tonight).

❛❛ it has been so long since we have spoken ... just the two of us, ❜❜ it's desperate, almost a plea, as her voice grows shaky. it was awkward, it was foolish, perhaps even unwise for her to try and make amends now, for their marriage was far beyond repair to the outside eye. still, marguerite had been undeterred, determined to unmask the man who stood in the place of her husband, no matter what it takes. ❛❛ please, chéri, won't you talk to me? ❜❜

𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑐 @elusivefop ♥ the morning lark and the eagle.

[elusivefop]

he heard her footstep in the hall before she appeared. despite the quiet delicacy of the tread, he would know the sound anywhere. he had known it since almost the first - treasured the soft sound as he had the brush of her skirts or the aching sweetness of her sighs. percy had cataloged those little things in the earliest days of their acquaintance, when the need to know all of her had burned so fiercely in his veins, he was sure it would one day consume him completely. even now, those little details of her threatened to breach the wall of ice and darkness that had built up between them. 

her betrayal had not dulled his senses, nor had it inured him to the delicious sting of agony he felt whenever she entered a room. when first they’d met - when he had paid her the violent court that only a man passionately in love could do, she’d held his heart in her strong little hands. but now… now that hold had become vicious, bruising and breaking what had once been cherished. and he bore it all without a word. he let her bite and tear at him while a lazy, indulgent smile stayed firmly on his lips. she was lost to him - that much was certain - but he was too weak to set himself free. he would take her scorn and her ridicule over nothing at all.

he did not look up from the fire until her gentle, pleading voice sounded beside him. the sweet tone was a dagger in his chest and he silently steeled himself before raising his eyes to meet hers. he would greet her with a stony resistance. it was the only defense he had left. “ yes, m’dear? ” he said, voice even and drawling as every fiber of him yearned to lean over and kiss the sadness from her eyes. but he would not. he could not. he would not be led in her merry dance again - not when so much more than his own heart was at stake. 

one brow raised slowly at her comment and he leaned back in his chair to get a fuller look at her, whatever the threat to his composure. “ la! i believe you are right in that… ” he replied, long fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. “ though i cannot believe you’ve suffered greatly. the company lady blakeney keeps is far too brilliant for the likes of me - what? ” if there was a dart of bitterness beneath his laughing words, it was beyond his control. “ and what would her ladyship wish me to say? shall i regale her with the story of my tailor’s latest misfortune? of the ghastly sum lord tony wasted on a filly? egad! it is all far too stupid for her, i’m sure… ”

[elmnts]

✦   𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐃.

dialogue prompts taken from or inspired by the movie  PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005).   please feel free to change the sentences for pronouns and context as you see fit!

‘ do you not want to know who has taken it? ’ 

‘ I doubt I have any choice in the matter. ’

‘ have you no compassion for my poor nerves? ’

‘ so will you come to the ball tomorrow? ’

‘ if every person in this room does not end the evening completely in love with you then I am no judge of beauty. ’

‘ they are not all bad. ’ 

‘ one of these days, someone will catch your eye and then you’ll have to watch your tongue. ’

‘ do you dance? ’

‘ so what do you recommend, to encourage affection? ’

‘ only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony. ’

‘ you’re a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. ’

‘ I still cannot believe what he said about you. ’

‘ I doubt we shall ever speak again. ’

‘ oh,  please! it’s ten in the morning. ’

‘ do not be alarmed. excepting a sore throat, a fever, and a headache there is nothing much wrong with me. ’

‘ good lord, did you walk here? ’

‘ it’s all going according to plan. ’

‘ I never saw such a woman, she would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold. ’

‘ would you consider pride a fault or a virtue? ’

‘ my good opinion, once lost, is lost forever. ’

‘ I don’t know how to thank you. ’

‘ he can turn us out of the house as soon as he pleases. ’

‘ how happy for you, to possess the talent for flattering with such delicacy. ’

‘ shall we all look for some ribbon together? ’

‘ how do you like my ribbons for your ball? ’

‘ you may well be surprised, especially given our cold greeting this afternoon. ’

‘ oh no, it is not for me to be driven away. ’

‘ if you wish to avoid seeing me, you must go, not I. ’

‘ I hope never to encounter him. ’

‘ may I have the next dance? ’

‘ it would be most inconvenient since I have sworn to loathe you for all eternity. ’

‘ please advise me of what you would like most to hear. ’

‘ do you talk as a rule while dancing? ’

‘ I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn. ’ 

‘ why do you ask such a question? ’

‘ and what have you discovered? ’

‘ I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly. ’

‘ I hope to afford you more clarity in the future. ’

‘ what interesting relatives you have. ’

‘ almost as soon as I entered the house I singled you out as the companion of my future life. ’

‘ and now nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affections. ’

‘ you are too hasty!  you forget that I have made no answer. ’

‘ you could not make happy and I’m convinced I’m the last person in the world who could make you happy. ’

‘ go back now and say you’ve changed your mind! ’

‘ there’s no earthly reason why I shouldn’t be as happy with him as any other. ’

‘ not all of us can afford to be romantic. ’

‘ I’ve been offered a comfortable home and protection, there’s a lot to be thankful for. ’

‘ I’m plain and I have no money and no prospects. ’

‘ do not make yourself uneasy, about your apparel. ’

‘ your mother must have been quite a slave to your education. ’

‘ upon my word, you give your opinion very decidedly for so young a person. ’

‘ no excellence can be acquired without constant practice. ’

‘ you would be in nobody’s way, you know, in that part of the house. ’

‘ I am well enough acquainted with you, to know I cannot alarm you even should I wish it. ’

‘ I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before. ’

‘ I came to  ___  with the single object of seeing you. l had to see you. ’

‘ I love you. Most ardently. ’

‘ I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. ’

‘ I’m sure that the feelings which, as you’ve told me, have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it. ’

‘ might I ask why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus repulsed? ’

‘ I suppose you suspect that his fortune had same bearing on the matter? ’

‘ what excuse can you give for your behaviour to him? ’

‘ you take an eager interest in that gentleman’s concerns! ’

‘ oh yes, your misfortunes have been very great indeed! ’

‘ you have ruined his chances, and yet treat him with sarcasm? ’

‘ so this is your opinion of me! thank you for explaining so fully. ’

‘ and those are the words of a gentleman? ’

‘ from the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last person in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry. ’

‘ I shall not renew the sentiments which were so disgusting to you. ’

‘ what are men, compared to rocks and mountains? ’

‘ believe me, men are either eaten up with arrogance or stupidity, and if they are amiable they’re so easily led that they have no minds of their own whatsoever. ’

‘ take care, my love, that savors strongly of bitterness. ’

‘ I’m so sorry to intrude. they said the house was open for visitors. I had no idea… ’

‘ there is something pleasing about his mouth, when he speaks. ’

‘ you don’t mind delaying our journey for another day? ’

‘ but I know very well that nothing can be done. we have not the smallest hope. ’

‘ would I could help you. ’

‘ sir, I think it is too late. ’

‘ this is grave indeed. I will leave you. ’ 

‘ I forgot! I shouldn’t have said a word! ’

‘ I’m just glad that you come alone, because then I shall see less of you. ’

‘ not that I’m afraid of myself, but I dread other people’s remarks. ’

‘ oh my goodness! everybody behave naturally. ’

‘ whatever you do, do not appear overbearing. ’

‘ stop that racket and sit down! find yourself some work! ’

‘ oh lord. I shall have a seizure, I’m sure I shall. ’

‘ I return to town tomorrow. ’

‘ so soon? ’

‘ for when you were in town last winter you promised to take a family dinner with us. I have not forgot you see. at least three courses. ’

‘ well, I’m glad that’s over. ’

‘ we can now meet as indifferent acquaintances. ’

‘ you cannot think me so weak as to be in danger now. ’

‘ I think you are in great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever. ’

‘ I know this is all very untoward, but I would like to request the privilege of speaking with you. ’

‘ first, I have to tell you that I have been an unmitigated and comprehensive ass. ’

‘ thank the lord for that! I thought it would never happen. ’

‘ I knew she could not be so beautiful for nothing. ’

‘ can you die of happiness? ’

‘ bravo! that is the most unforgiving speech you’ve ever made. ’

‘ you can be at no loss to understand why I am here. ’

‘ I warn you, I am not to be trifled with. ’

‘ if you believed it impossible, I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far. ’

‘ you may ask the questions, which I may not choose to answer. ’ 

‘ you have insulted me in every possible way and can now have nothing further to say. I must ask you to leave immediately. ’

‘ I have never been thus treated in my entire life. ’

‘ for once in your life,  just leave me alone! ’

‘ I couldn’t sleep. ’

‘ how can I ever make amends for such behaviour? ’

‘ you must know  —  surely you must know, that it was all for you. ’

‘ you are too generous to trifle with me. ’

‘ my affections and wishes have not changed. ’

‘ one word from you will silence me forever. ’

‘ you have bewitched me body and soul and I love and love and love you. ’

‘ I never wish to be parted from you from this day on. ’

‘ your hands are cold. ’

‘ I thought you hated the man. ’

‘ but will that make you happy? ’

‘ I was wrong, entirely wrong about him. ’

‘ you mustn’t tell anyone. he wouldn’t want it. ’

‘ you do love him, don’t you? ’

‘ I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you. ’

‘ and how are you today, my dear? ’

‘ I wish you would not call me “my dear”. ’

‘ what endearments am I allowed? ’

‘ and what shall I call you when I’m cross? ’

‘ how are you this evening,  ____ ? ’     

[fantaxi]

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[elusivefop]

welp @covrroucer and @stjusts have inspired me - i'm gonna do a full annotation reread...

[elusivefop]

hello let's talk about percy and the origin of his enjoyment of fashion and foppery and how it lowkey sprung from needing some kind of positive attention in his youth - his mother couldn't give it to him, his father wouldn't, so he sought it from his peers by being fun and colorful and amusing and even though that didn't exactly fill him up emotionally, it was something and it just became a part of who he was because until margot nobody apart from maybe andrew actually cared enough to look much deeper than that and when he became the p.impernel that part of his persona just became so easy to weaponize in this essay i will...

[elusivefop]

i have had Some Wine, but i'm just very emotional about percy and how terrible his childhood was. incredibly privileged, yes. but with one parent whose mental health prevented her from being present, and a father who couldn't be bothered to worry about how his ONLY CHILD was doing? .... no wonder percy is restless and unable to properly settle down - he's never known what a real home feels like SO FUN.

[elusivefop]

percy can be a lil feral. as a treat.

[elusivefop]

percy really told c.hauvelin "ladies first, bitch"

[elusivefop]

@stjusts said: ❝  will you please come and set an example for your companions?  ❞ i have no idea if this is like.. estrangement era™️ or what but,,

the distance in her voice - the quiet judgement he suspected few others would hear - still pained him. it did not matter how much time had passed since their marriage, how long it had been since the golden promise of their union had been permanently tarnished. the sting - no, more than a sting, a festering wound - was not likely to to be soothed. of course, to a casual eye, lady blakeney was as perfect and charming a host as ever, patiently enduring her thoroughly stupid husband. only the keenest of eyes could sense the quiet war beneath.

" in the dance, m'dear? " he answered lazily, as if she'd made nothing more than a casual comment about the unseasonably warm weather. " surely not! you see, i've nearly talked hastings here out of throwing his guineas away on the sorriest demmed filly you've ever set eyes upon. i could hardly own the title of gentleman if i left before finishing the job... " one elegant hand gestured apologetically towards his companion. " besides - " if any coolness crept into his eyes then, it would surely not be noted. " my lady's example is far more appealing than any i could set... "

[elusivefop]

i do genuinely appreciate that or.czy - however accidentally she does it - makes it very clear through the sequels that percy is a terrible husband. he adores marguerite, obviously. the scariest we ever see him is when her life is in danger. but she is alone so much. and has no idea if he’s alive half the time. and he isn’t going to stop. she’s not asking him to stop, but... she spends so much time after they’ve reconciled stressed and lonely. and even when he’s home, he’s not entirely present a lot of the time.... EVERYONE’S IN LOVE BUT NO ONE IS GOOD AT IT I’M OBSESSED.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  enemies  to  lovers?  slow  burns?  say  no  more.  various  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  hero  x  villain  ship  needs.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ you can’t do this for me. i won’t let you. ❜

❛ it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing i could do. ❜

❛ i warn you. i’ll break your heart. ❜

❛ i know you better than you know yourself. ❜

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

❛ i hope to be the one you break your rules for. ❜

❛ why am i so fascinated by you? ❜

❛ when i watch the world burn, all i think about is you. ❜

❛ your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely. ❜

❛ whatever you do. you’re still my family. ❜

❛ we could be the greatest team the world has ever seen. ❜

❛ how many times are we going to keep meeting like this? ❜

❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ sleep. i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ❜

❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜

❛ truth is, i didn’t expect to get this attached to you. ❜

❛ you frustrate me incredibly. ❜

❛ love me like my demons do. ❜

❛ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ❜

❛ please don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ don’t do anything stupid until i get back. ❜

❛ you protect what you love. ❜

❛ my heart scares you and a gun doesn’t? ❜

❛ you bandaged my wound with one hand, and held a knife in the other. ❜

❛ you save everyone, but who saves you? ❜

❛ you kill me and you accomplish nothing. your world as you know it will end. ❜

❛ all we do together is make love or fight. ❜

❛ i love the way your eyes light up when someone says ‘it might be dangerous’. ❜

❛ when is a monster not a monster? when you love it. ❜

❛ it’s pathetic really, how much i hope it’s me and you in the end. ❜

❛ you were right. you break everything you touch. ❜

❛ i would destroy myself to fix you. ❜

❛ i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that. ❜

❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜

❛ i’m sorry you’re afraid of being alone. ❜

❛ they made you into a weapon, and told you to find peace. ❜

❛ i wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and i’m sorry. ❜

❛ ‘all right’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you. ❜

❛ just like old times, huh? ❜

❛ then we fight. together. ❜

❛ oh, i’ve missed this! ❜

❛ i know you. you’re me. ❜

❛ i’ve seen who you are under the mask. ❜

❛ i should kill you. why can’t i kill you?! ❜

❛ i don’t know what i’d do if they hurt you. and that terrifies me. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t need someone like you. the world needs you. ❜

❛ bullet wounds don’t just miraculously heal overnight. ❜

❛ you were fighting to survive. i was fighting to win. ❜

❛ i wasn’t a person to you, i was a weapon, and you needed me to work. ❜

❛ you’re pulling your punches. ❜

❛ i wish things were different between us. ❜

❛ don’t scare me like that. i thought i lost you. ❜

❛ don’t you die on me. ❜

❛ you’re so bad at this. it’s cute. ❜

❛ they don’t know you like i know you. ❜

❛ i broke my rules for you. doesn’t that mean anything? ❜

❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜

❛ if i told you about the darkness within me, would you still look at me as you are right now? ❜