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“Hey—-” Solomon said, before ducking to avoid a falling sign, which had turned into a dangerous projectile in the wand grip of some of the wixen. Xe wasn’t sure that they were actually attempting to hurt the gathered protestors or simply shake them up, but it didn’t really make much difference to xem at this point—-they were here and they were fucking with people and people were being hurt, or at the very least terrified, and xe was angry. Xe wasn’t part of the Witchfinders, but xe had turned up at the rally because it was important for voices to be heard, and xe wanted to hear what they’d have to say. Xe wasn’t sure xe’d agree with whatever Tyrrel had to say, but xe never got to find out—-here the wixen were again, bringing chaos with them.

“Look out!” xe called to someone xe could see darting under the flight path of yet another sign being levitated—-this one flaming. Xir instinct took over and xe knocked them out of the way right before the sign crashed to where they’d been standing, rolling so xe could take most of the impact. “Are you all right?” xe asked, before noticing they’d rolled next to a huddled group of people, presumably hiding from the chaos out there.

#revelio starter #revelio event #( event: 001. )#( event001: solomon. )#( solomon. )#( solomon &. )#[ feel free to be the person knocked over or someone in the huddled group or anything!! ]

svgarquills:

Ve couldn’t help but smile—though invisible under vis mask—at the chaos this insipid rally had turned into. It served those muggles right, thinking they could brandy about threats like witch hunting—-like wixen didn’t have a right to fight back, to protect themselves—-ve could barely hold back a snarl as ve was confronted with two of the activists in question, holding a grotesque sign depicting a witch being burnt at the stake. If they wanted fire…. ve pointed vis wand at the sign, “Incendio.” The fire curled around the edges of the poster, flames licking upwards to the sky. “Next time you threaten a wix, it won’t just be the sign I burn.”

Oasis hadn’t been there for the whole event, arriving only when their fears were confirmed and the guards they’d posted had called in for back up, reporting an incident involving the Wraiths at the rally. She hated seeing the Anti-Mag propaganda, like the burning of wixen at the stake, but this was not the answer. Hearing some terrified cries—-somehow, they reached her ears over the rest of the chaos going on—-she spun around and spotted a masked figure setting fire to some Anti-Mag propaganda. Sure, ve was currently pointing a wand at the signs, but who knew when that would change to being pointed at a person, someone who couldn’t fight back? “Hey!” Oasis called out, glaring. “Pick on someone your own size—-someone who can fight back.” Strictly speaking, her job wasn’t to engage with the Wraiths—-well, only so far as ‘fending them off’, not actually challenging them to back off—-but she wasn’t about to just stand by while ve terrified innocents, whether they were spreading hateful propaganda or not.

#( event: 001. )#( event001: oasis. )#( event001: oasis & ianthe. )#( oasis. )#revelio event #( oasis & ianthe. )#( oasis & ianthe: 001. )

svgarquills:

“I’m trying—-I’m—–look, I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I’m here to help.” He stressed the last word, but it seemed the wand in his hand was doing more harm than good; the boy who had taken refuge under a picnic table couldn’t have been more than five or six, and Dorian couldn’t catch sight of his parents anywhere. “Hey, it’s not safe. I’ll—-where are your parents? Maybe I can at least find them?”

Ariadne highly doubted the child in question would be able to remember her face, he looked so scared, but she still hesitated for a moment before joining Dorian in attempting to get the kid out. Her wand was very well-concealed in the lining of her jacket—-which she usually wouldn’t even risk, but on days like this, when tension was in the air, it had seemed better to be safe than sorry, undercover or not—-and with Dorian nearby, it was safest for everyone if she didn’t blow her cover here. “Move back a little—-you’re scaring him,” Ariadne admonished, half to keep her cover and half because it was true: he really did look frightened. “Hey there,” Ariadne said gently, crouching down to look the boy in the eyes, and give him a smile. “I promise I’m here to help—-and look, no wand,” she said, rolling up her jacket sleeves to show there wasn’t a wand tucked up there, and baring her palms to the kid, face up. She glanced at Dorian. You never knew who was watching, so she couldn’t appear too friendly with a wix, but she didn’t think most Anti-Mag would rather let a child be hurt than work with a wix. By and large they were frightened, not hateful. There were obvious exceptions there, but as the chaos the wraiths were causing showed, there were obvious exceptions amongst the wixen too.

“How long have you been with him?” Ariadne asked Dorian. Her mind was racing—-she didn’t think there was any way the kid was getting out into Dorian’s arms or anything, but there was also absolutely no way that she thought it was a good idea to be running around with a kid and no way to protect them. “I’m going to try convince him to come out,” she said in an undertone, “if you’ll help me find his parents and avoid the wraiths? I can’t take care of him and watch our backs.”

#( event: 001. )#( event001: ariadne. )#( event001: ariadne & dorian. )#( ariadne. )#( ariadne & dorian. )#( ariadne & dorian: 001. )#[ i figure he'll know her and also that she's undercover bc it's w/ sentinels? lmk if anything doesn't work!! ]#[ i was also gonna have her try get the kid out in this reply but i thought that might be Too Long yikes ]#revelio event

alilylune:

Well… this seems to have escalated quickly- A second ago Lily was rushing down the street, using the entirety of her self control not to start waving a licorice wand around to get even more of a reaction out of these people around her. Now people were running and there was no denying the chaos was magical. Lily quickly went to back against a wall, hoping to figure out what was going on when she felt herself smack straight into someone. “Are you alright?”

Lucy was beyond relieved to see Lily—-any of her family or friends would have been a welcome sight then, but especially the younger ones, and spotting Lily’s hair from across the street was the first moment of relief she’d had since the event went to chaos. Not that they couldn’t have guessed it was going to end badly, but still.

“They’re fine,” Lucy said, arriving at her cousin’s side and glancing over the person Lily’d crashed into—-they looked sturdy enough, though they were muggle, judging from the way they were glancing at Lily’s liquorice wand with trepidation. “It’s candy,” Lucy said to them exasperatedly, before adding, “and you should probably go that way.” She pointed to what looked like a mostly safe exit, where she could see Oasis Jordan trying to usher people towards. Turning back to Lily, she glanced her up and down. “Are you all right?” she asked her cousin. “Also, might want to swap that one out for your real one,” she said, inclining her head towards the liquorice wand. “Or at the very least put that away—-a fake wand’s not going to help anyone here. Have you seen Al or Jamie?”

#revelio event #( event: 001. )#( lucy. )#( event001: lucy. )#( lucy & lily. )#( lucy & lily: 001. )#( event001: lucy & lily. )#[ lucy's part of the 20/21 year group!! ex gryffindor ]

ecrthling

#( aes — lucy. )#( aes — lucy & river. )

feetdavidson

I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. A guy asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight

feetdavidson

this same idiot: what kind of animal is the pink panther

me, already taking off my clothes: benjamin you’re so fucking stupid

#nsfw-ish #( lucy ; no. you move. )#( lucy’s league of exes. )#aight this post is katelyn’s fault but it’s so funny #also explains at least a few of the exes i would imagine #ig this is also a wanted connection LMAO she’s not pleased

Ariadne was looking over the sheets in front of her—-or at least, she was trying to, though the spectacle happening near her was playing a bit of havoc with that. It seemed to be some sort of public demonstration of affection, though not an entirely successful one. She heard raucous laughter and looked up to see what appeared to be someone engaging in a keg stand full of tea in what she could only assume was an ill-conceived effort to woo the unfortunate object of their affections. “That’s embarrassing,” she muttered, glancing back at her pages. A few moments later, she blew out a huff of frustration. “I don’t know if it’s that whatever’s going on there is making it hard to focus, or if it’s just me—” and my unhelpful head full of flashes at the most inconvenient times if I let my guard down, and sometimes even if I don’t, she wanted to say, but refrained, “—or if this actually just doesn’t make any sense, but this is... not going well,” she sighed, leaning back in her seat and glancing at the other person.

#revelio starter #[ i have ten replies in my drafts but none are for ariadne so here's an open for her ]#( ariadne. )#( ariadne &. )#[ tl;dr for her intro — she's a wix & sentinel but undercover in the anti mag so she's a bit more flexible w/ interaction than most ]#[ at least logistically LMAO. personably may be another question ]#[ this took an embarrassingly long time to write ]

rcpvros:

isolde turned the snitch around in her hand. “it looks like this person didn’t use the right technique so the spell just wore off over time.” she flicked the ball with her fingernail. “it doesn’t look damaged so i should be able to just re-up the charm on it.” she looked around for her wand before finally noticing who was in the doorway. “oh….oh you’re not here for the snitch.” she put it down on her desk running a hand through her hair. “sorry, i thought you were the representative for hogwarts. but what can do i for you today?”

Ariadne glanced up at the other wix, pausing her surveying of the store. “Sorry,” Ariadne said, “if I’d realised you were expecting someone else, I’d have announced myself.” She carefully extracted a metal bracelet from a gauze bag. “I was wondering if it was possible to charm this to give some sort of reaction when in close vicinity of muggles?” she asked. “Like heat up a little or something?” She’d gotten the idea from the enchantments at the café, and while it was always safest for her to pretend not to be a wix at all, it would be nice to have a back up plan just in case.

Her eyes fell on the snitch that Isolde had been examining before. It had taken years of Hogwarts for the thought of a ‘snitch’ to mean this golden ball instead of the classic phrase yelled by all nine year olds—snitches get stitches—and being out of Hogwarts for so long had her flashing back to that old phrase first. “Do you only work on the flying enchantments for snitches, or would you do the flesh memory charms too?” she asked, genuinely curious. She hadn’t played Quidditch at Hogwarts—it was a ridiculous sport, like a cross between cricket and basketball, but airborne; she would stick to following the rugby, thank you very much—but some of her friends had, and she’d learned about the game and, most interestingly to her, the mechanisms of it. She was fairly certain there were special manufacturers to do the flesh memory charms and whatnot, but she was curious as to whether they were outsourced to metal charmers like Isolde or if it was an even more specialised profession strictly involving Quidditch gear.

#( ariadne. )#( ariadne & isolde. )#( ariadne & isolde: 001. )

you’re a defiant act of creation. you’re a whole solar system pretending to be a person.

( world inside expanding ; elisabeth hewer )

LUCY WEASLEY really is the spitting image of CHLOE BENNET, right? Only TWENTY-ONE years old, SHE (CIS-FEMALE) is so young to be fighting so many. Yes, a little bird told me that they’re siding with THE SENTINELS in the imminent war, which is an intriguing stance for a PUREBLOOD. I’d watch out for them though – they might be PRINCIPLED and QUICK-WITTED, but they’re also STUBBORN and ARGUMENTATIVE. ⊰ JANE, TWENTY-ONE, SHE/HER, NZT ⊱

INSPO: pinboard and stats page (stats and connections still in progress!)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: none!

QUICK FACTS: former gryffindor prefect, current investigative journalist. hastings born, london located.

LUCY-ISMS: ‘do you ever think that maybe you should reassess your personality? because i think you should’ / ‘he’s being ridiculous. i didn’t break his nose. i gave him a black eye. there’s a difference’ / ‘oh, yeah, i’m with you there — team leia for life’

CONTINUE ➡

#revelio intro #( lucy ; no. you move. )#[ finally!!! a second one done!!! now it's 4:32 am and i'mma send myself to bed lOL ]#[ honestly there's probably more stuff i should add but i'll just do a post of tiny headcanons some time probably ]#[ and i think this serves as a general overview? maybe? ]

ambersriley

Female Awesome Meme: [3/10] female characters who deserve better ✿ Lacey Porter Didn’t you hear? I’m a bitch now.

#( magdalena ; never give an inch. )#( aes — magdalena. )

svgarquills:

“And that,” Dorian said, wrist flicking with a flourish, his aim true as the dart hit the bullseye, “Is how you win a game of darts, folks! Magic or no—–nice job, though, Flitty, you nearly had me.” A beaming grin directed at his former Charms professor, and Dorian was off to the bar—another pint before heading home sounded like just the thing he needed. “Oof, s’ry about that—my bad.”

“Whoa, lethal at the darts and on the bar floor!” Oasis quipped, quickly adjusting her grip on her glass to make sure it didn’t all spill over when she darted sideways to minimise the collision. Stepping back to give him room to manoeuvre, she added, “Check those Quidditch reflexes still saving the day—dodging bludgers on the pitch and keeping the quaffle safe, dodging Dorians on the bar floor and keeping the drink safe. And people had the audacity to doubt Oliver talking about Quidditch being a skill for life!” She shook her head in mock disbelief. “Outrageous.”

#( oasis. )#( oasis & dorian. )#( oasis & dorian: 001. )

bcrlyburning:

Lysander being annoyed was an understatement. Frustrated, was the word that could describe how he really felt. Sitting at the table, with tubes of paint scattered along the table, Lysander let out an annoyed sigh. “This isn’t right,” He muttered under his breath, as he stared at the picture. The fog that was supposed to linger around the trees was barely two shades darker than Lysander wanted, but he still noticed it. He wanted the picture to be perfect, but he knew that it wasn’t.

“How bad does this look? I mean, it took a lot of work. But does the fog look like fog? Or does it look like a blob?” Lysander let out a sigh, his hand rubbing at his temples. Smudges of paint tainted his face, as Lysander shook his head. “It’s supposed to be a shade lighter, but it’s too dark.”

Lucy Weasley was a lot of things. Artistic, however, was not one of them. She blinked at what Lysander was presenting to her, and attempted to formulate a response. “I mean,” she said, “it’s art, right? Can’t the fog be a little darker?” As to whether it looked like a blob, well. She was fairly certain that if it looked like a blob, it would look like a blob regardless of its shade, so the shading seemed like an odd thing to find fault in.

Personally, she didn’t think it looked like a blob—as a general rule, fog shouldn’t; anything blob-like and weather-related should be kept strictly to clouds, best as she could figure—but whether that meant it looked like fog was another matter entirely. “Is it meant to be just a misty sort of day, or are you up for making it a little stormy?” she questioned, scrutinising it.

#( lucy. )#( lucy & lysander. )#( lucy & lysander: 001. )#she's like 'wow this is so far from one of my strengths ly i have zero clue'

there’s so much world and sea and salt and what i want to know is how much does it frighten you? how much does it make you shake?

( @fish ; elisabeth hewer )

ARIADNE LACENBY really is the spitting image of LILY COLLINS, right? Only TWENTY-TWO years old, SHE (DEMIGIRL) is so young to be fighting so many. Yes, a little bird told me that they’re siding with THE DOUBLE AGENTS in the imminent war, which is an intriguing stance for a MUGGLEBORN (SEER). I’d watch out for them though – they might be PRACTICAL and PERCEPTIVE, but they’re also WRY and IMPATIENT. ⊰ JANE, TWENTY-ONE, SHE/HER, NZT ⊱

INSPO: pinboard and stats page (stats and connections still in progress!)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: none!

QUICK FACTS: former ravenclaw, current barista. rhyl born, london located.

ARIADNE-ISMS: ‘it doesn’t work on command, you prat, it’s not a vending machine’ / ‘who, other than a ravenclaw, sees a time anomaly and thinks, ‘ah, yes, let’s jump right in’? and who other than a gryffindor follows them?’ / ‘i can’t believe i have to say this. nobody is calling you lord of the snakes’

CONTINUE ➡

#revelio intro #wow it's raining so we're putting this one up w/o the stats and connections page bc i gotta go!#( ariadne ; let your string guide you. )#also format for this credit to martha marijnuana

se1fcare-deactivated20181009

#( ariadne ; let your string guide you. )

maggotcreek

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

❛ I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still. ❜

❛ After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly. ❜

❛ Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic. ❜

❛ Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high. ❜

❛ You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love. ❜

❛ Everyone’s immortal until they’re not. ❜

❛ It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it. ❜

❛ The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it. ❜

❛ I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice. ❜

❛ Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back. ❜

❛ You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one. ❜

❛ I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have. ❜

❛ A kiss for luck. Not that I need it. ❜

❛ I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me? ❜

❛ Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions? ❜

❛ Aren’t you afraid of dying? ❜

❛ I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields. ❜

❛ You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out. ❜

❛ Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down. ❜

❛ I am going to cut that smile off your face. ❜

❛ It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this. ❜

❛ Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it. ❜

❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him. ❜

❛ Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up. ❜

❛ Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it? ❜

❛ Shall we see how well you suffer? ❜

❛ Because it’s my duty to protect you. And because I love you. ❜

❛ Politics is a dance until the moment it becomes a war. And we control the music. ❜

❛ You play with magic as if it were a game. You don’t even understand the rules. Or worse, you decide there are none. ❜

❛ You’re going to die. You might as well die trying. ❜

❛ Where have you been? And what kind of trouble did you get into? ❜

❛ Strength and weakness are tangled things. They look so much alike, we often confuse them. ❜

❛ I bend most of the rules and break the rest. ❜

❛ You know… A little piece of me was hoping you would say that. This is going to be fun. ❜

❛ You have a house if not a home. You have people who care for you if not about you. You may not have everything you want, but I’d wager you have everything you could ever need, and you have the audacity to claim it all forfeit because it is not love. ❜

❛ Love doesn’t keep us from freezing to death, or starving, or being killed for what’s in our pockets. Love doesn’t buy us anything, so be glad for what you have and who you have because you may want for things but you need nothing. ❜

❛ An army full of men cannot do what I can. I don’t need any of you. I am one of a damned kind. ❜

❛ You tried to seduce me, for information. ❜

❛ Well I was running out of options, and I figured it was worth a shot. ❜

❛ You never listen. You never think. Having power is a responsibility, one you clearly don’t deserve. ❜

❛ People don’t really want to know. They think they do, but knowing only makes them miserable. ❜

❛ After all, if you run far enough, no one can catch you. ❜

❛ Chaos needs order. Magic needs moderation. It’s like a fire. It doesn’t have self-control. It feeds off whatever you give it, and if you give it too much, it burns and burns until there’s nothing left. ❜

❛ You go stomping through this world, doing whatever the hell you please. You’re careless. Senseless. Reckless. ❜

❛ It’s such a peculiar thing, to know your pain is tethered to someone else’s, that every time you hurt, they feel it, and every time they hurt, it’s because of you. ❜

❛ Some people steal to stay alive, and some steal to feel alive. Simple as that. ❜

❛ Do not lie. Not to me. ❜

❛ I don’t know. I don’t understand what I am, how I’m alive, what I can do. ❜

❛ I still want it. Every day, I wake up wanting to be a stronger person. A better person. A worthy one. That want, it’s like a fire in my chest. And then, there are these moments, these horrible, icy moments when I remember what I did… To myself. To you. And it hurts. ❜

❛ You can’t glare magic into happening. ❜

❛ Have I done something wrong? Am I being punished? ❜

❛ I hate that I hate it. I hate that I’ve become thing I never wanted to be, a burden to you, a source of pain and suffering, a prison. I hate that if I’d had a choice I’d have said no. That I was grateful I didn’t have a choice, because I wanted to live, even if I didn’t deserve to. ❜

❛ I was dead, and you brought me back. You have already given me something I shouldn’t have. If it were lost again, I would still have lived twice. This is all borrowed. ❜

❛ This gesture – this foolish, mad, dangerous gesture – is the best I can do. The least I can do. ❜

❛ Does that mean you’ve since developed a fondness for me? ❜

❛ There’s really no winning with you. ❜

❛ For how long? You cannot measure out what you have done. I am grateful for the life you’ve bought me, though I hate the cost. But what do you want me to do? Live forever? I don’t want that. ❜

❛ Death comes for everyone. I’m not afraid of dying. But I am afraid of dying here. ❜

❛ Ah, there it is! That famous scowl. ❜

❛ Look, I know things have been hard. Harder these past months than ever. And I know I’ve only made it worse. I’ve been difficult. ❜

❛ You can’t hold that against me forever. ❜

❛ I’m sorry, I was under the impression that I was free to do as I please. ❜

❛ I need you here beside me. ❜

❛ Do you think you’ll ever stop running? ❜

❛ Death comes for us all. You cannot hide it from it forever. We will die one day, you and I. ❜

❛ Careful now, your ego is showing. ❜

❛ We all have demons. But if yours are all really dead then I envy you. ❜

❛ I don’t know why we keep circling each other like stars. ❜

❛ If you break their heart a second time I will cut yours out. I stand by that promise. ❜

❛ If there is a god, a celestial body, a heavenly power or anyone above – or below – who might just like to see us live another day, for pity’s or entertainment’s sake, now would be a good time to intercede. ❜

❛ I’m not asking you to mind their lives, you idiot, I’m asking you to mind your own. ❜

❛ And for the record, this is a terrible idea. You will get caught. Maybe not right away. But eventually. And when you do, I won’t protect you. ❜

❛ I’m not asking you to do anything. Believe it or not, I can protect myself. ❜

❛ So you can confess it? That you are mine. ❜

❛ You have a dangerous disregard for your own life, and the lives of others. ❜

❛ So I’ve been told. Are you going to try to stop me? ❜

❛ Has anyone ever told you that you’re too sharp for your own good? ❜

❛ I sometimes think I’ve gone mad. ❜

❛ I haven’t let you do anything. I simply haven’t stopped you, because if I’ve learned one thing about you, it’s that if you want to do a thing, you’ll do it, the world be damned. ❜

❛ Too sharp. Too loud. Too reckless. I’ve heard it all. It’s a wonder I’m still alive. ❜

❛ This is an expensive secret. I’ll keep it, in trade for another. ❜

❛ Word of mouth has its own kind of magic. ❜

❛ Don’t fucking give up. Do you hear me? ❜

❛ I live by a simple rule: if a thing is worth having, it is worth taking. ❜

❛ I warned you this would happen. I told you that if you carried on with this you would be caught and that even I could not protect you then. ❜

❛ I can’t help you if you won’t let me. ❜

❛ You’ll have to try harder than that to kill me. ❜

❛ Who needs magic when you look this good? ❜

❛ Impossibility is a thing that begs to be disproven. Perhaps it hasn’t been possible for years, perhaps it’s not even possible right now, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be. It doesn’t mean it won’t be. ❜

❛ The world is neither fair nor right, but it has a way of balancing itself. ❜

❛ All right. But I want a favor in return. ❜

❛ There you go again. You never let me fall. ❜

❛ See? I’m a fast learner. ❜

❛ Look, everyone talks about the unknown like it’s some big scary thing, but it’s the familiar that’s always bothered me. It’s heavy, builds up around you like rocks, until it’s walls and a ceiling and a cell. ❜

❛ Is that all you have? The same, tired tricks? ❜

❛ I said they forgave you. I never said I did. ❜

❛ A respectable prison is still a prison. ❜

❛ Tell me everything. But start with this, what foolish things have you done now? ❜

❛ You were dying. I saved your life. ❜

❛ How could you? How could you carry that weight? ❜

❛ Lovers like men with scars. Or so I’ve heard. ❜

❛ Seems right somehow. You gave me something of yours. I give you something of mine. Now we’re linked. ❜

❛ But I suppose the thing about killing is that it gets easier. ❜

❛ It’s easy to be loved. I want to be respected. ❜

❛ I asked so nicely. I gave you the chance to give in. You made me use force. ❜

❛ The ones who think they’re ready always end up dead. ❜