Clive Rosfield

Sic 'em Torgal! Independent FFXVI blog for Clive Rosfield ~ Written by Nessa, 32, she/her, sideblog to @kindledgrace ~

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I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.

Independent Clive Rosfield from FFXVI

Affiliates: @phantasiiae

Usual rules apply! 21+ Slow activity Be nice, we're all here to have fun <3

sideblog to @kindledgrace

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~ @phantasiiae || “Now this is my happy place.” dion to clive! (before the night of flames hehe) ~

Clive smiles, looking out over the meadow. He watches as Joshua and Jill run around with Torgal, delighted shrieks of laughter drifting on the wind. "And a happy place it is, indeed." He grins, gesturing for Dion to sit. He makes himself comfortable, stretching out beneath the sun and tilting his head towards the sky. "I am glad that you enjoy it here so much. Joshua does nothing except wait for your visits. I would hate to have to listen to him if you decided that somewhere else was your favourite."

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~ @phantasiiae || “Release me if you truly do not love me.” from sleipnir! ~

The words hit Clive with a wave of emotion, silencing all retorts. He does not know what to say, and cannot figure out how to answer. He has been fighting with his feelings for a while now, trying to untangle them, but somehow ending up more confused. They are consuming his every thought, their closeness stripping him down to a state of vulnerability that he wasn't prepared for.

No matter how different, it is impossible not to become intertwined, given their connection. He suspects that his turmoil is written on his face, torn between avoiding replying and laying his soul bare. He deflects a little, flexing his hand to distract himself. "Do you want me to release you?"

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~ @phantasiiae || cont'd from x ~

Clive grasps Jill's hand, focusing intently on not stepping on her toes. He is very aware of every movement, faintly concerned about how awkward he looks. He doesn't like dancing. But he likes Jill, so that makes things easier. "Hm?" He looks up from his feet, a grin forming. "I would not take it personally. I fear that Joshua might be the only person in this world that she likes." Fingers give Jill's hand a gentle squeeze. "If it helps, I think that I have two right feet, so we are evenly matched." He gives what he hopes is a comforting smile as they move around the ballroom. "Relax, just focus on me, and we will get through this together." Clive gently shakes her arm, attempting to loosen their stance into a more natural position. "Allow me to lead and just keep your eyes on mine. Looking down at the floor will make you unbalanced."

[phantasiiae]

Jill jumps a little when their knees touch, blinking as she looks over at Clive. He's right, their lessons are utterly boring, especially when Anabella always seems to be looming around the corner, waiting for either of them to misbehave. Even Torgal, so full of energy, is fast asleep between their chairs. She tilts her head towards Clive as he speaks, a soft laugh escaping her. “I am. Thankfully the hour is almost up. Maybe we can go to the markets after. It's far too nice out to spend the day learning, don't you think?”

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Clive grins, eyes flicking to his mother before back to Jill. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. Perhaps the baker will have some of that sweet bread, and we can steal strawberries from the kitchen." He doodles as he speaks, drawing scribbles along the edge of his page. "We could eat them down by the river and practice skipping stones." It sounds like a wonderful reprieve from lessons and sparring practice. He needs a break from it all. As much as he understands his duty and wishes to make his family proud, a part of him yearns to just enjoy his days. To laugh and have fun without worrying about whether it's the proper thing to do. "How does that sound?"

[phantasiiae]

Sleipnir seems utterly taken aback by such a question, feeling their face heat up with it. They are quick to slam down their mental walls so that Clive cannot see the thoughts that it brings up, though perhaps not quick enough. There may have been a glimpse of it: a strong hand grabbing their jaw, words whispered late into the night, lips harshly pressed against theirs in the wake of a long battle. They sniff, narrowing their eyes, their fingers twitching before curling into fists. “Why does that matter? My relationship to His Majesty or anyone else is none of your concern. Unless, of course, the thought makes you jealous.”

They turn their back to him, opting to look out the window instead. There is no Sleipnir without Odin, but never has there been Odin without Sleipnir. It is not a relationship that they can readily describe. They don't expect Clive to understand it anyways. Even with their connection now, it could never be on the same level as it was with Barnabas. “Don't ever ask me anything like that again. Do you understand?”

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There's a glimpse of something - A hand grasping a jaw? Then the walls are up and Clive is left to his own imagination once more. "I am not jealous." He mutters, eyes watching them as they turn away. Perhaps he had trivialised the relationship between Barnabas and Sleipnir, hadn't recognised the nuances that might occur in such a bond. "I was just curious."

"You may not be pleased about it, but we are linked now. And whilst you may not be interested in learning about me, I cannot help but wonder about you." He turns, leaning back against the table and folding his arms. "But I shall keep the questions surface level, in that case." Lips curve slightly. "Do you enjoy being a horse?"

[mistress-light]

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[ringnis]

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~ @phantasiiae || ❛ you could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense. ❜ from sleipnir hehe ~

"And which would you have preferred? The throat slitting, I am assuming?" Clive looks to Sleipnir, gaze steady. He has been torn recently, thinking of them. It is impossible to ignore their connection; it forces them closer together. To have someone know your thoughts - That same someone having once been an enemy? It is a situation that Clive cannot make sense of. Are they still enemies? Hardly.

He partly wants to speak to Joshua about it, but fears the logical wisdom that his brother would impart. "Have you even kissed anyone other than Barnabas? Assuming, of course, that he kissed you." Clive cannot fully imagine Tharmr being any way affectionate. But also, why does he want to know? The question's out of his mouth before he can stop it.

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~ @phantasiiae || leaning in to whisper against their ear. from sleipnir! ~

The tavern is lively, Gav leading a chorus of singing as a dance is encouraged. People are relaxed, allowing themselves to enjoy a night of merriment without worry or fear. Clive has kept to the side, politely refusing offers of dancing and focusing on his ale instead. Eyes flick up as he hears the familiar voice in his ear. He doesn't turn to look at them, but is suddenly acutely aware of the close proximity between them. It is nothing new; they spend a significant time near him these days - However, tonight feels more suggestive. Perhaps it's the ale, the heady feel of celebration that's clouding his mind. He swallows.

"You know, eventually you will have to speak to someone else other than me here."

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~ @phantasiiae || knees bumping under the table. from jill! maybe tiny babies 🥹 ~

Clive feels his knee bump against Jill's and hates how a blush immediately rises to his cheeks. He coughs, trying to hide his embarrassment as a flood of emotions rushes to mind. He tries to focus on his reading, but his eyes keep drifting away from the page to glance over at Jill. His mother would no doubt berate him for being distracted, but thankfully, she's too busy fussing over Joshua to notice. He leans over, voice dropping to a whisper.

"Are you as bored by this as I am?"

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›   FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS    →    receiver   to   sender.

brushing   hair   behind   their   ear

hands   grazing   while   reaching   for   the   same   object

catching   them   by   the   waist

helping   them   up   and   not   letting   go

fixing   their   collar   or   necklace

knees   bumping   under   the   table

tucking   something   off   their   face

draping   a   coat   over   their   shoulders

pinkies   brushing

falling   asleep   on   their   shoulder

touching   their   wrist

hand   falling   over   theirs   mid-laugh

fixing   their   tie   or   jewelry

whispering   with   a   hand   on   their   knee

lingering   touch   while   passing   an   object

playful   hand   to   the   chest

hands   meeting   in   the   dark

wiping   away   a   tear

stopping   them   by   the   wrist

buttoning   their   shirt   or   jacket

dancing   for   the   first   time

hands   meeting   over   a   shared   item

tending   to   a   wound

shoulder   bump   turning   into   leaning

touching   their   heart

cleaning   a   cut

brushing   hands   at   an   event

tripping   into   their   arms

untying   them   from   restraints

fastening   a   necklace

shoulders   brushing   in   a   crowd

helping   with   a   coat

adjusting   their   posture

guiding   with   a   hand   on   the   back

brushing   something   off   their   shoulder

carrying   them

hiding   in   a   tight   space

dabbing   a   cut   on   the   lip

steadying   them   over   a   step

holding   their   hand   while   dazed

falling   into   each   other

cupping   their   face

pulling   them   into   a   protective   hold

holding   hands   after   a   nightmare

sharing   a   coat   pocket

removing   something   from   their   face

helping   unzip   a   dress

brushing   hair   off   their   forehead

touching   their   cheek   while   laughing

tracing   a   faint   scar   or   mark

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back

resting   their   chin   on   their   shoulder

reaching   out   to   stop   them   mid-step

straightening   their   glasses   or   hat

helping   them   into   a   seat

lifting   them   over   a   puddle   or   obstacle

touching   their   jaw   while   talking

fixing   a   loose   button   or   strap

cleaning   something   off   their   lip

giving   their   hand   a   reassuring   squeeze

resting   their   hand   on   the   small   of   their   back

brushing   snow   or   dust   from   their   hair

holding   their   hand   during   a   scary   moment

steadying   them   as   they   climb   or   balance

touching   their   arm   to   get   their   attention

pulling   them   close   for   a   photo

grabbing   their   hand   to   run   together

placing   their   hand   over   theirs

pinning   a   flower   or   corsage   on   their   outfit

sliding   fingers   into   theirs   during   silence

wiping   a   smudge   off   their   face

catching   them   as   they   faint

brushing   dirt   from   their   cheek

pulling   them   into   shelter   from   rain

slipping   their   hand   into   a   pocket   for   warmth

leaning   against   their   shoulder   while   laughing

reaching   for   them   in   the   dark

resting   a   head   on   their   lap

catching   their   face   before   a   fall

holding   them   upright   while   tipsy

brushing   fingers   along   their   sleeve

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing   or   writing

removing   an   eyelash   from   their   cheek

helping   them   zip   up   a   coat

pulling   a   twig   from   their   hair

offering   their   hand   to   dance

cradling   their   hand   during   a   tense   moment

brushing   past   them   in   a   narrow   hallway

clasping   their   arm   to   steady   them

pressing   their   forehead   to   theirs

leaning   in   to   whisper   against   their   ear

holding   onto   their   sleeve

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh

smoothing   their   hair   gently

tracing   a   line   across   their   palm

gently   lifting   their   chin

bumping   into   them   and   staying   close

catching   their   hand   mid-gesture

brushing   crumbs   off   their   lips

squeezing   their   arm   for   comfort

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𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬  —  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞)         These  prompts  draw  from  the  emotional  depth  and  symbolism  of  the  Page,  Knight,  Queen,  and  King  of  Cups.         Each  prompt  captures  a  moment  where  the  sender  confesses  their  love  to  the  receiver.          →  ∗  ⁽  ¹  ⁾  Find  the  collection  of  tarot-based  scene  starters  here!

⁽  *  ⁾   𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒   →  soft  &  gentle

"I’ve  cared  for  you  far  longer  than  I  should  have,  but  I  couldn’t  hold  it  in  anymore.”

“Every  time  I  look  at  you,  it  feels  like  the  world  quiets  down.  And  if  that’s  not  love,  I  don’t  know  what  is.”

“I’ve  held  these  feelings  for  so  long,  afraid  of  what  might  happen  if  I  spoke  them.”

“I  would  do  it  all  for  us.”

“You  deserve  to  be  held  with  love  and  not  such  content.” 

“Please  do  not  treat  our  love  as  a  forbidden  fruit.”

⁽  *  ⁾   𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒  →  protective  &  reassuring 

“This  is  for  you.  I’ve  crossed  lands,  braved  storms,  and  risked  everything  because  I  love  you.”

“I  have  risked  everything  and  it  was  all  worth  it.” 

“Do  you  think  I  regret  the  way  I  feel?  Because  I  don’t.  I  can’t.  Even  if  this  is  the  last  time  I  can  hold  you  like  this.”

“You  cannot  dare  say  you  are  blind  in  the  way  you  have  bewitched  me.” 

“I’m  not  asking  for  forgiveness.  I’m  simply  telling  you  that  no  one  has  ever  touched  me  like  you  do,  and  no  one  ever  will.  You’ve  bound  my  soul  to  yours,  willingly  or  not.”

“I  killed  for  you  and  I  dare  say  I  would  do  it  again.” 

“Our  love  is  by  our  own  undoing.” 

“Nothing  will  ever  happen  to  you.” 

⁽  *  ⁾   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒  →  forbidden  &  passionate

“I  know  we  shouldn’t,  but  I  can’t  keep  pretending  that  I  don’t  want  this.  My  heart  has  been  yours,  even  if  I  had  to  hide  it  away.”

“There  are  things  in  this  world  I’m  willing  to  risk...  and  you  are  the  biggest  of  them.  I’ve  never  been  more  certain  of  anything  in  my  life.”

“Release  me  if  you  truly  do  not  love  me.”

“I  love  you  so  dearly  so”

“I  can’t  hide  it  anymore.  The  fire  I  feel  when  I’m  near  you,  the  longing  in  every  touch—it's  all  too  much,  but  it's  always  been  real.”

“Do  you  think  I  chose  this?  I  didn't.  But  here  I  am,  loving  you  in  the  way  that  feels  like  i'm  on  fire  and  yet,  I  can’t  seem  to  care.”

“I’ve  wanted  you  for  so  long,  even  when  I  knew  I  shouldn’t"

⁽  *  ⁾   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒  →  passionate  &  soul  bounding

“My  soul  cannot  be  free  of  you.”

“Look  me  in  the  eyes  and  dare  tell  me  you  don't  love  me  back.”

“I’ve  spent  so  long  fighting  this,  pretending  I  could  live  without  you..”

“My  heart  doesn’t  belong  to  me  anymore.  It  belongs  to  you.”

“You  think  I’m  afraid  of  what’s  between  us,  but  I’m  not.  I’m  terrified  of  what  life  would  be  without  you.  I’ve  never  felt  more  alive,  more  connected,  more  me  than  when  I’m  with  you.”

“Love?  You're  not  the  love  of  my  life.  You  are  my  life.”

[cyberstole]

𝒜 𝒟𝐎𝐖𝐑𝐘 𝒪𝐅 𝐵𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐛𝐲 𝐬.𝐭. 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧

a series of dialogue prompts from the 2021 dracula re-telling.  feel free to change pronouns as you see fit ! cw; gore, sexual themes, emotional abuse, & toxic relationships

❛ i never dreamed it would end like this. ❜ 

❛ there is no horror left in this world that can surprise me. ❜

❛ eventually, even your death becomes its own sort of inevitability. ❜

❛ i was so happy to be your marionette, at first. ❜

❛ am i sick to still think on you softly, even after all the blood and broken promises? ❜

❛ this is my last love letter to you, though some would call it a confession. ❜

❛ war is never valiant, only crude and hideous. ❜

❛ good. when life fails you, spite will not. ❜

❛ i will raise you out of the dirt and into queenship. and, i will give you your vengeance. ❜

❛ i wanted to break them, even more slowly and painfully than they had broken me, leave them bleeding out and begging for mercy. ❜

❛ water your mother’s flowers with their blood. ❜

❛ in this world, you are what i say you are, and i say you are a ghost. ❜

❛ bloodlust brings on a delirium that’s difficult to describe. ❜

❛ i have loved you too long to imagine you do anything without an ulterior motive. ❜

❛ i’ve never been looked at before. like that. ❜

❛ what is more lovely, after all, than a monster undone with want? ❜

❛ i was your little mouse, kept in a gilded cage until it was time for the cat to play. ❜

❛ i knew nothing except the strength of your arms and the scent of your hair. ❜

❛ your priest’s bedtime stories cannot account for us. ❜

❛ to know oneself, one’s limits and abilities, is its own power. ❜

❛ i was alone, and i was scared. i had no home left to speak of. ❜

❛ and god, how i adored you. it went beyond love, beyond devotion. ❜

❛ i wanted to dash myself against your rocks like a wave, to obliterate my old self and see what rose shining and new from the sea foam. ❜

❛ you turned a strong-minded girl into a pulsing wound of need. ❜

❛ what would you have me do, as ruler? ❜

❛ are you sure you aren’t a holy man come to lecture me on the sins of excess? ❜

❛ i was well-acquainted with violence by then. ❜

❛ but I had never outgrown my thirst for vengeance. ❜

❛ in my mind, i was god’s lovely angel of judgement, come to unsheathe the sword of divine wrath against those who truly deserved it. ❜

❛ you mocked my lofty aspirations, cynical as ever. ❜

❛ when will you give up this ridiculous crusade? ❜

❛ there was a darkness in your eyes and a tightness to your mouth i hadn’t noticed before—or perhaps hadn’t wanted to. ❜

❛ i would never leave you, my love. not for the entirety of my second life. ❜

❛ you seemed to me a fire burning in the woods. i was drawn in by your enticing, smoky darkness, a darkness that still stirs memories of safety, of autumn, of home. ❜

❛ it was like grasping at a flame. i never penetrated to the burning heart of you, only came away with empty, scorched fingers. ❜

❛ whenever we were apart, you left your essence caught in my hair, in my clothes. i scented the taste of it on the wind, I shivered and ached for it. ❜

❛ i was happy to spend countless lifetimes chasing the warmth coming off you, even though the haze was clouding my vision. ❜

❛ my piety was a sporadic, half-feral thing, sometimes lashing out at god with teeth bared, other times nuzzling against his loving providence like a kitten. ❜

❛ i felt my heart tumble down through my ribs and hit the ground. ❜

❛ it tortured me, how perfect you looked. i wanted to pull you behind the carriage and drain you dry. ❜

❛ i wanted to crawl between whatever was blossoming between the two of you and live there. ❜

❛ you’ve found cruelty to be an effective tool. ❜

❛ do you want her for your own? ❜

❛ ours is a solitary existence. it would be good for you to have a friend. ❜

❛ it’s as easy as breathing. one foot and then the other. and don’t overthink it. ❜

❛ you must never overthink any good and pleasurable thing. ❜

❛ you must sit with me tonight at dinner. i must have you close. i want us to be the best of friends. ❜

❛ i think i shall never marry, my lord. i will simply take lovers and never let any man shackle me with wedding vows. ❜

❛ am i to be bidden to my own bed like a dog invited to beg at the master’s table? ❜

❛ desire makes idiots of all of us. but you already knew that part, didn’t you? ❜

❛ there was an uncontrollable fire in you that was hard to look away from, much less resist. ❜

❛ all vampires find some way to stave off the monotony of an endless life, with hedonism or asceticism or a rotating door of lovers. ❜

❛ i’m talking about us, you and i. let’s be honest with each other, for once. ❜

❛ love was no girlhood game. it was an iron yoke, forged in fire and heavy to wear. ❜

❛ laying with you made me feel so vibrantly alive. it was almost enough to make me forget that i was already dead. ❜

❛ this is about your obsession with justice, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i was suspicious, and even more dangerously, i was curious. ❜

❛ i was the love that started it all, wasn’t i? ❜

❛ it has been a long time since i have felt clean. ❜

❛ like christ, i had become intimately acquainted with violence and the sins of the world, but i had not come away unblemished. ❜

❛ but it was not god who spoke.it was you. ❜

❛ you could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense. ❜

❛ i don’t know what I had been thinking, supposing i was strong enough to leave. ❜

❛ you made it into an art form, this quiet sort of violence. ❜

❛ i want to live. but i want to live in the world, not on the outskirts of it. ❜

❛ love is violence, my darling, it is a thunderstorm that tears apart your world. ❜

❛ love makes monsters of us, [ name ] and not everyone is cut out for monstrosity. ❜

❛ [ name], our sunlight, our destroyer. my prince cast in marble and gold. ❜

❛ he was as inevitable as a revolution, and heralded in just as much violence. ❜

❛ potential. you always loved that word. you were drawn to potential like a shark to blood. ❜

❛ look around you. what sort of life is this? ❜

❛ i craved you like maidens crave the grave, the way death burns for human touch: inconsolably, unrelentingly, aching for the annihilation in your kiss. ❜

❛ i still wanted to believe I was living in a fairy tale, that i laid down every night with a prince instead of a wolf. ❜

❛ before your time dear, just some dreadful victorians. ❜

❛ it took every ounce of self-control i had not to pin him down and tear out his throat. ❜

❛ the world has no place for us, we are wanderers by nature, lions among lambs. ❜

❛ we cannot exist only for each other. ❜

❛ i had never allowed myself to want this because i assumed it wasn’t a possibility. ❜

❛ i love you. look at me, [ name ], my jewel, my wife. i love you. don’t do this. ❜

❛ i was tired of waiting expectantly at your tomb every night for you to rise and bring light into my world once again. ❜

❛ i made you into my private christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. ❜

❛ i apologize if you were expecting contrition, my lord. i don’t have any to muster. ❜

❛ here's your demon, do what you will with him. ❜

❛ i think, someday, i would like to fall in love again. ❜

[cryptinspo]

– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

"Don’t look back."

"I missed you."

"It’s too late."

"Please don’t go."

"You promised me."

"Who did this?"

"I forgive you."

"We were gods."

"Leave me alone."

"They found us."

"Trust me, please."

"I need help."

"Run. Don’t stop."

"It wasn’t me."

"I remember everything."

"Burn it all."

"Tell me why."

"You never called."

"It’s just rain."

"You owe me."

"She’s not breathing."

"Is that blood?"

"You were right."

"It ends now."

"We start over."

"Stay with me."

"Nothing feels real."

"I hate this."

"Do it now."

"They're watching us."

"Make it stop."

"It's not yours."

"I was waiting."

"He’s behind you."

"They’re all gone."

"Time is up."

"Bring them back."

"It’s our turn."

"This is wrong."

"Don’t let go."

"We are cursed."

"No one knows."

"You're not real."

"Don’t say it."

"I saw everything."

"Nothing ever changes."

"Call it off."

"What are you?"

"I found it."

"Let me in."

[mistress-light]

Final Fantasy XVI - PC • Petting the pupper

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :    ONLY ONE BED .   」    * change pronouns as needed .

‘ why did you book us one room? ’

‘ i’m sleeping on the left. ’

‘ just a warning, i hog the covers. ’

‘ if you snore, i’m hitting you. ’

‘ it’s fine. i’ll take the floor. ’

‘ it’s so hot in here. ’

‘ there’s no way this bed is big enough for you and me. ’

‘ hey! no cover hogging. ’

‘ i didn’t mean to wake you. ’

‘ i have to face the door. ’

‘ come on! i’m so cold. ’

‘ don’t feel like you have the take the floor on my account. ’

‘ we’ll be fine. ’

‘ maybe we should cozy up together. ’

‘ this is going to be the best night ever. ’

‘ the innkeeper said this is the last room. ’

‘ i was having such a good dream, too… ’

‘ there’s not even a couch in here? ’

‘ i think it’s big enough for both of us. ’

‘ you think we could get a refund? ’

‘ can you close the curtains? ’

‘ shh, it’s okay. i’m here. ’

‘ you’re kind of warm. ’

‘ there’s no way we can exchange rooms now. ’

‘ aren’t you cold? ’

‘ don’t look at me! ’

‘ i sleep commando, just so you know. ’

‘ come here. ’

‘ how could i have known? i was in a rush! ’

‘ you have to be freezing down there. ’

‘ i’m not facing you. ’

‘ haha, i never knew you had such bedhead. ’

‘ sorry, did i wake you? ’

‘ do you normally have nightmares like this? ’

‘ this is going to be the worst night ever. ’

‘ sharing a bed with a pretty girl like you? count me in. ’

‘ why the hell did they book a room with a single bed? ’

‘ i know we’re undercover and all, but this is a little extreme. ’

‘ we can sleep in shifts. i’ll take the first watch. ’

‘ don’t even think about cuddling me. ’

‘ it was just a dream. ’

‘ i heard you calling their name. ’

‘ you sleep like a rock. ’

‘ did you know you snore? ’

‘ you did this on purpose, didn’t you? ’