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it was the nature of things to have enemies that wanted you dead. whether human, demon, or harpy, there was always someone out there that didn't want to see you alive, didn't want to see you succeed. unfortunately for him, the hunters were going to constantly be in his path despite wishing he could hide away and keep his distance.
for jinu, he reminds himself. you are doing this for jinu.
and hopefully for himself, if he were honest. maybe they'd manage to make things better for the five of them. but what would he know ? he was just here doing as he was told with no way to fight against that.
' it is...alright. '
a blink offered, followed by head tilt. kind ? him ? that was not a word he heard used when talking about himself. rotten, vile, 'a demon with no feelings' - all of that, yes. but kind was never uttered.
' ...thank you...celeste. '
he can only hope the sincerity behind the thanks can be understood without him speaking it aloud.
ㅤ EVER, the reserved sort, was Mystery. A namesake, surely given as opposed to chosen, as many were. By whom, though, she knew not. Were she of a bolder nature, arms would surely come 'round his figure in an embrace, but she is reserved, claws curled and clutched close to her chest.
She can only wonder, what it is to be a demon. What those, of an eldritch sort, must suffer by the hands of those who see them as merely EVIL. Her heart, fair and kind, cannot take it. Sigh that comes is soft, hand shifting to smooth down feathers at her neck that blossom upright.
❝ You're very welcome ... Ah - Are you hungry ? I'm ... a little peckish. I certainly haven't eaten much in the way of my diet, in a very long time. It's ... It's a little unsavory. ❞
The flesh of MAN, would sustain her ; but she'd sooner, feed of venison, fish raw, and smaller rodents. No, to eat the sinew of humankind was unsightly, was cruel and unfair.
How a smile could leave him so unprepared.
Fleeting, glistening, as the Pleiades dashing through a velvety July night, and just as precious. Her merry chirps unravel the knots in his heart and face, almost lifting the dark traces of weariness under his eyes. To witness his intentions understood, and hear his presence so dearly welcome.. oh, it's time like these, indeed, when Rose remembers he yet lives, and his Undeath is but a far, woeful memory.
A smile in return, wide and warm, and a hand on his heart, feel most appropriate.
The same hand accepts the burden she so graciously allows him to ease.
"Anytime."
Following her remark, dark lashes lock in a squint, as his gaze follows strings of written word far too familiar to his role. Trivial forms, bureaucratic fluff of little importance--papers that any unseated officer could transport, if willing. And a lack of will is indeed at hand, he speculates, sour note strung by past experiences.
"I... find it hard to believe, that you lack acumen, Celeste, dear."
"Intelligence isn't measured by how many tasks one knows how to handle, just like a musician's worth isn't measured merely by how many songs he knows. It's the intention behind it --how much of ourselves we are willing to put into our efforts, as small as they can be, that makes them valuable. Moreover, it's the conductor's job to make the most out of every single instrument's strengths and weaknesses..."
A being of such wisdom and tender courage, and a form made to challenge the Sky itself, asked to ...carry paperwork? Was that the extent of the trust put in her? Certainly, the examples offered are indeed souls with sound and virtuous intentions, but the same, he knows for sure, can't be said of everyone beneath them.
A stiff hum collects and extinguishes his open displeasure, while sinuous fingers rake through his golden locks, in an attempt at composure. Yet his eyes do not leave the foul stack.
"...forgive me. I just hate witnessing talent being wasted. I'm both a Captain and an artist, after all."
"There must be something more ...fulfilling, for you to do. What is your wish, Celeste? If you could choose, how would you like to help?"
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤO' GREAT ORACLE, OF HUECO MUNDO, ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ WHAT ACUMEN DO YOU POSSESS !
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCanary, to a coal - mine. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLeft to coo, and chirp. Shriek and scream. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAll the good it did.
In that moment, something in her does fracture ; she can only reflect on her USELESSNESS, her inability to act, to raise claws and swipe ! To use that Gods' Blessed voice, for some merit, for some gain ! No, it did not cry out and cause foes to fall, but instead her wails filled the ever - long night as she hunched over the corpses of fallen kin. Claws twitch, then, at her side, smile falling to something lopsided. No. There was no acumen here, no way of acclaim. She was as worthless as they came.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPerhaps, though, it was better he not know such a thing.
What is your wish, he asks, then ; blissfully taking obligation to ACCEPT COMPLIMENT from her, in full. Harpy stills, ears quietly, slowly, sinking back, like a mongrel struck. Were she honest, and bold, she'd say she does not know. Was her wish, something that could truly be put into practice ? Was it something that could be morphed and woven, into usefulness ?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... I want ... to show them, we are not monsters. ❞
The who, though, remained ALOFT. Did she mean those poverty - stricken souls, who would RELY on Shinigami for protection ? Or did she mean those very souls who promised their life to protect ? BOTH, PERHAPS. Were she, an individual 'lone, able to prove that gnashing teeth and pristine, white masks did little other than mark them as other, she would surely do so. Single hand gestures to paperwork.
❝ ... I ... I do as I do, now, to build trust. But I feel ... I ... I have been a messenger, for too long, Ser. Ferrying word and work alike, between two with power has truly been a wretched duty. One, unrewarded.
I do not seek highest praises and accolades beyond what I deserve. I ... I want to bond us ; your kind, and my own. Those that have created us, did so with malice in their heart, but we are not FORCED to perpetuate such .... such hatred. We are not mindless. We were left behind. We were lost. Slipped, between cracks. ❞ She cannot stop herself, posture becoming more open. Shoulders drop, somewhat, and there comes a soft rasp to her voice, as if on the precipice of tears.
❝ Not all of us feast, because we DESIRE, but because like you, we must sustain ourselves. Regression is terrifying. Even I, who abstains from harm as often as possible, had to devour my brothers and sisters to survive. And to this day, I feel as if they were more fit, than I, to continue on. ❞
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more random sentence starters.
“that version of me is gone.”
“this changes nothing.”
“i was counting on it.”
“watch me.”
“it wasn’t like this before.”
“i can’t pretend anymore.”
“it’s a promise.”
“say it again.”
“don’t do this.”
“you’re late.”
“this is your last chance.”
“i made my choice long ago.”
“it was over the moment you left.”
“i had to see it for myself.”
“i’ve made worse mistakes than this.”
“you changed.”
“tell me the truth.”
“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“you owe me.”
“you followed the wrong path.”
“this isn’t over.”
“i warned you.”
“you’re hiding something.”
“you’ll regret this.”
“they recognized the weapon before they recognized the person holding it.”
“is this a threat?”
“some things can’t be fixed.”
“help me understand.”
“it ends however you decide.”
“you don’t understand.”
“you can’t stop this.”
“you came back.”
“it doesn’t have to end like this.”
“you’re making a mistake.”
“we never make it out clean.”
“maybe it was the only one.”
“you remember me, don’t you?”
“you lied to me.”
“you’re shaking.”
“silence would have been kinder.”
“you shouldn’t have followed me.”
“i trusted you.”
“say my name.”
“i’m not afraid.”
“you knew, didn’t you?”
“is this goodbye?”
“things change.”
“you don’t have to be alone.”
“i mean it this time.”
“that was your first mistake.”
“you’re not who i remember.”
“we don’t have much time.”
“was any of it real?”
“that’s not what you said before.”
“listen to me.”
“and yet, here we are.”
“put it down before this gets worse.”
“look at me.”
“i regret a lot of things.”
“you’re bleeding.”
“i didn’t think you’d survive.”
“don’t say my name like that.”
“you knew i’d come.”
“maybe you never knew me.”
“why are you here?”
“you wouldn’t like it.”
“people like us don’t get happy endings.”
“you followed me into ruin.”
“before everything fell apart.”
“there’s always a choice.”
“we could still fix this.”
“you’ve said that before.”
“i never meant for this to happen.”
“you promised.”
“what did you do?”
“before you chose a side.”
“don’t turn your back on me.”
“before you betrayed me.”
“you shouldn’t have.”
“i’m trying to help you.”
“you’ve always known the truth.”
“say something worth hearing.”
“i’m not backing down.”
“help me, or get out of my way.”
“don’t be foolish.”
“you should have run when you had the chance.”
“i owe you nothing.”
“i had no choice.”
“i walked away when it mattered most.”
“i crossed a line i can’t uncross.”
“i remember you too clearly.”
“you still care?”
“i won’t say it again.”
Gonna try to be here tomorrow ! Trying to eliminate drafts across a few places :3
She was light in his arms, body trembling, pulling his coat tighter around her. Ji could see where her feathers had fractured and broken, slick with blood as her own dripped from her ankle and her hand stained his shirt. He couldn’t care less. As he’d stepped over the bodies, he couldn’t help the disgust on his face, rage curling in his stomach, a little harder to swallow down – but he did, of course he did. He could remain strong and steady, calm in the face of her fear. He could suppress the thoughts that lingered on the edge of his mind; what if he’d been too late?
His grip grew a little firmer, protective. Though in that moment, no threat could compare to his wrath.
Ji drew in a breath, slow and quiet, before a small voice spoke against his chest. Celeste. Something within Ji-Min softened with this extension of trust, with the way she didn’t fight his hold, the way she trusted him after something so gruesome. Yes, Ji-Min was irredeemable, a horror beyond comprehension, the whisper of a god having risen from the flames of Hell and drenched in the blood of the river Styx that haunted these streets. But something in his chest softened for her, a corner of his lips lifting. She didn’t have to know the truth of him.
“I like it,” he said, and added. “Your name. Are you far from home, Celeste?”
Hospitals were out of the question, he knew; had even before this. Known the fear of doctors presented with something they didn’t understand, hostility toward innocent tensai unable to help how they were born. Healers even worse, given the freedom to control one’s body, to kill or maim in the blink of an eye. And though Ji wasn’t sure how to heal broken feathers, anything would be better than trusting those who claimed to save lives and merely harmed instead.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWords of thanks, poised on her tongue. ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ She cannot loose them. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Where there OUGHT to be terror, there was a hesitant trust ; those hands, which had so willingly wrung LIFE from the body of another, now hold her with care - with protection. Were he willing to harm her, as those recently dispatched, SURELY he would have taken the opportunity when she was at arms' length. She, now, was safe. THAT MUCH, WAS KNOWN. He steps, o'er cadavers created, expression that of rage. However, as quickly as it flashes, there, it melts.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤARE YOU FAR FROM HOME ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh, if only he knew just how far ...
❝ ... Further than any would know. ❞ How does one DESCRIBE Otraybia ? It's rivers, the seas that would surround it ? The numerous bays, the thickets and cities of men ? Such a far departure, from glimmer lights and the absence of stars, this world may as well, itself, have been ALIEN. Claws dig further into his tunic, small, feathered figure turning into him. ❝ I just wanted to be safe ... I can't remember the last time ... I had been. ❞
WITH GREAT MISERY, does the sentiment come. No, Lanius, that wretched VULTURE, had done all possible to ensure that her time as a free woman, was spent looking over her shoulder. That is, until, she took flight and left home. And though she missed it so, a stranger in these lands, there was a wave of relief, at first, that he would then ABANDON SEARCH, unable to find her.
❝ ... Did I do something wrong ? Why did they want to hurt me ? At home, Men do not ... They are fearful, of my people ... But here, with those ... with those things ... ❞ Loud, wrathful iron, whose sound would rattle around in her SKULL.
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ㅤㅤㅤ FEMALE HARPY ANATOMY ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ& EGG LAYING.
ㅤ A COMMON MISCONCEPTION, AMONG MANKIND, IS THE ANATOMY OF THE HARPY. They are certain that they, as a BIRD- PEOPLES, are in possession of anatomy more akin to a birds' own, and less that of a human. However, this is entirely incorrect.
His greeting escapes him before he can make it any more courteous, perhaps too brash, but by genuine surprise fueled and colored. Although he'd pride himself, even after the Cataclysm, with holding onto small remembrances of optimism for the future, little hope remained in him for a reunion with the mournful messenger of the Dark --her role too noble to allow intersection with his now quiet, pain-ridded life.
Weary eyes, the result of a night of haunting by his scars - recent as they are deep - urge to narrow with glee, to mask such pressing reminder that no miracle could reassemble his guts in a matter of minutes without consequences --not one performed as an afterthought, at least.
"Your abscence bears no offense, Celeste. It only makes this reunion all the more delightful."
"I understand the circumstances. You made the nature of your task quite clear when we last met. I expected no less."
Like marble modeled by unsteady hands, her features bear the signs of the same somber affliction he remembered. He's seen them before, signs of adversity's carvings on others faces, as he sees the impressions of the unfathomable weight she carries in the name of her people.
Once again, there is a spark in him, a wish to aid, and see what lies beneath so much costernation. But imprudent eagerness might suffocate an already fragile bond, he fears. Insistence can be as violent as coercion.
"I'm most glad to see you again, really. Part of me was starting to worry whether I had frightened you away last time."
Vision quickly glancing at the documents before sliding back to meet her own, his hand leaves his side. This time, he shall offer it first. An exchange, a reminder of his promise.
"May I help with those ?"
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUnderstanding : Something, so seldom afforded, to Hollows. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThen again ; he had proven himself, sympathetic to her people. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A burden - A BLOOD -shared.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤA burden, she does ALL, not to show, with the radiance of her smile. ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt was not ENTIRELY fallacy ; no, for here, in the company of he, she ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfelt almost at home. ALMOST.
❝ Ah, my friend, hardly so. ❞ She assures, the softest of CHEERY CHIRPS leaving her ! ❝ You've ... made me feel, as if I belong. You do not look upon me, with the deepest pity, nor the most severe of disgust. You look at me, as I were one of you. And that, means more than anything in the twin worlds, to me. ❞ Her truth, raw and given unabashedly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIf little else ; she'd returned because of him.
A hand, extended. She peers down at it, clutching papers tight, reflexive for a moment. It would stand to gather, that bundled 'neath her WINGS, she was at a severe disadvantage. Movement, hindered, utterly. She, permitted to fly - freely in the Seireitei, could not do so with the BURDEN OF PAPERWORK. Paperwork, she could hardly read, no less. Little more, than a GLORIFIED PASSENGER PIGEON. After a moment, she decides that - if any were deserving, it would be he.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStack is handed carefully over, prim and proper.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... Thank you. ❞
❝ ... I wish I were trusted with more, than being a mere messenger. But, I suppose I'm not quite as smart as Lady Nelliel or Harribel. Socially, I ... I'm truly of the friendlier sort, but ... ❞ Eyes fall to curled claws, digits loosely kissing her palm in the form of loose fists. Scales. Talons and fangs. She was too bestial, to represent her own. Ruff 'round her neck bristles, forcibly smoothed down. ❝ ... They know what's best. They, and your Head Captain. He treats me kindly. Doesn't ... speak to me as if I'm some animal. That's enough to be thankful for, I think. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOr, so she tries to tell herself.
unfortunately, mystery was no stranger to loss. it was the nature of his life before he'd become a demon and the nature of his life as a demon. if she were to have died between their last meeting and now, it would not have surprised him. though he would admit, if only to himself, that her dying would have left him with an ache in his chest.
he waits quietly for her to speak again, waits for her to voice questions he can see on her face. when question does come, he blinks. it was not the one he'd have expected but it was one that he didn't mind answering.
' nothing, really. still...fighting hunters. still...fighting to keep ourselves alive. '
because if the hunters had their way, they'd be dead by now. he and the boys were just lucky that they'd survived this long.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤO' what woe onto him, pushed. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTo struggle to survive, merely for the blood ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ one possessed, was a crueler fate than even ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ death, would reveal itself to be.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAND DIDN'T SHE KNOW IT, WELL.
How she wishes to express her sympathies, how she wishes to relate, but this is NOT about her, and her strife. Instead, lips tuck 'to a tight, firm line for a moment, eyes of starry mercury, drifting downward. Thought crosses her ; what if, she were to speak to these Hunters ? What if these kind, who knew naught the demons' struggle, could find a more PACIFISTIC WAY to go about things ?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh, but what if they couldn't ?
Sigh is soft, hand held in its' opposite as thumb caresses the valley of her palm. Thoughtful. Dreams of peace dissipate swiftly, as she pulls herself back to reality. Things, would work somehow. Be it SOLVED THROUGH STRUGGLE, or pleas and bargains made. She could not stick her claws, into a world she did not KNOW.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... I'm so sorry to hear it, Mystery ... You're a kindly soul. ㅤI do not imagine you hear so often, but it is the truth of myself and my heart. ❞
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
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“ Don’t make me choose between my duty and you. ”
“ Duty demanded I leave you behind. My heart never did. ”
“ Even magic couldn’t erase what I feel for you. ”
“ I didn’t realise how much I missed you until you were standing right in front of me again. ”
“ I don’t care what it costs - just don’t walk away. ”
“ I hate how much I look for you in every competition. ”
“ I hate you… so why does it hurt when you look at someone else like that? ”
“ I hear your name in every whispered rumour and wish it were mine to claim. ”
“ I keep looking for you in places you’ve never been. ”
“ I kept that thing you gave me. I don’t know why. ”
“ I learned how to live without you. That doesn’t mean I wanted to. ”
“ I never deleted your number. ”
“ I never told you… but I think you knew. ”
“ I still have every letter you never meant for anyone to read. ”
“ I still remember how you take your coffee. ”
“ I think I loved you long before I knew what love was. ”
“ I think part of me will always belong to you. ”
“ I tried to forget you. I failed. ”
“ I was right there, and you still let me slip away. ”
“ I wonder if you ever think about what we could’ve been. ”
“ I would bargain with gods again if it meant keeping you. ”
“ I would tear the world apart just to have you back. ”
“ I would’ve stayed. I would’ve stayed for you. ”
“ If I asked you not to leave… would it change anything? ”
“ If I asked you to run away with me, would you? ”
“ If loving you is a mistake, I don’t want to be right. ”
“ If loving you is betrayal, then I’ve already crossed that line. ”
“ If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy you. ”
“ In another life - one without titles or expectations - I would have chosen you. ”
“ It hurts - wanting you this much when I know I shouldn’t. ”
“ It’s strange… how everything reminds me of you. ”
“ I’d choose you. Every time. Every version of this life. ”
“ I’m happy for you. I just wish it had been me. ”
“ I’ve memorised every weakness of yours… including the way you hesitate around me. ”
“ Just give me tonight. I won’t ask for anything else. ”
“ Maybe in another life, this would’ve worked. ”
“ Meet me where no one knows our names - just once more. ”
“ No one knows me like you do. That’s what scares me. ”
“ Say the word, and I’ll forget my place. Just this once. ”
“ Say the word, and I’m yours. I always was. ”
“ Sometimes I think I hear your voice in crowded rooms. ”
“ Take me with you. Anywhere - just not away from you. ”
“ Tell me to stay. Please - just this once. ”
“ Tell me why losing to you feels better than winning against anyone else. ”
“ There’s a space beside me that only ever felt like yours. ”
“ This was supposed to be simple - you, my enemy. Not… this. ”
“ We push each other to the edge—and I don’t know how to stop. ”
“ We were almost something. That’s what hurts the most. ”
“ We were never meant to stand on the same side - and yet here I am. ”
“ When did you stop being just my best friend? ”
“ When I reach the top, I want you there beside me. ”
“ Why wasn’t I enough to make you stay? ”
“ Winning doesn’t feel the same if you’re not there to see it. ”
“ You chose a life that didn’t have room for me in it. ”
“ You crossed my mind today. Like you always do. ”
“ You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? ”
“ You don’t get to come back and pretend nothing changed. ”
“ You feel like something I lost a long time ago. ”
“ You were in my dream again last night. ”
“ You were supposed to be my competition, not my weakness. ”
“ You were the one scandal I would have risked everything for. ”
“ You were the only thing tethering me to my humanity. ”
“ Your name almost slipped out - I had to bite my tongue. ”
“ You’re the one thing I can’t seem to let go of. ”
“ You’re the only thing that’s ever felt real to me. ”
“ You’re written into every prophecy I tried to escape. ”
「 RP MEME : NONVERBAL PROMPTS. mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts. 」 SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.
[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.
[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.
[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.
[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.
[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.
[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.
[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.
[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.
[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.
[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.
[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.
[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.
[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.
[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.
[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.
[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.
[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.
[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.
[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.
[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.
[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.
[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.
[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.
[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.
[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.
[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.
[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.
[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.
[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.
[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.
[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.
[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.
[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.
[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.
He's surprised that anyone was willing to help at all. Hardly thought he'd been worth the effort — still doesn't, really. But all of that stays trapped in the briar patch of his heart. To constantly push such negativity would make him seem wholly ungrateful, wouldn't it? And while his own opinion of self-worth might be just shy of abysmal, it felt cruel to boast it. Especially when she's actively trying to help him recover.
So, for now, he quietens the self-depreciation and simply lets himself be. Here, under the roof of a strange, kind woman whose heart bleeds more than most he's come by in ages. Someone he wouldn't dare take advantage of even in this weakened state. Ironic, how brightly the good in him shines now; as a being wrought from darkness and hellfire.
He draws in a slow breath. "If you're.. certain." Words continue to tumble at a crawl while a decision's made. Well, mostly. Enough to test the waters while suspending any and all expectations. "I want to stress again that this—" A light squeeze to her hand as emphasis. "Is just as good, but being intimate would shorten the timeframe. And I will admit— I'm not entirely familiar with your kind. So if you're open to the idea, I'm more than willing to learn what feels good for you." A small pause. "I tend to feed best that way."
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHand, squeezed ; assurance. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe would not do anything, she did not approve of. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNo force, no coercion ... NOTHING AKIN !
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNo, her frayed nerves, are not in any part due to him ; but the ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ span of time, it had been true, since she permitted herself to ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ be touched. Intimacy, was not SWORN OFF, hardly so ; but trust ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ was no so easily earned with the fragility of her form. Not by her ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤkind, or any other.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ Then, that is what I'll do for you. ❞
Of course, her stomach finds itself aflutter. What did intimacy with a different SPECIES constitute ? Surely, coupling was the same in many ways - but the uncertainty of it all, does worry. Hand, taken further, digits twining together. The slightest tremble, in her palm is stilled by will alone. She would swallow her anxiety, to the best of her ability. Something tells her, that he'd find no COMFORT in the valley of her nest, but it is all she has to offer. This was the least, she could do.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEarthly remedies, could not heal the INFERNAL, it would seem.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... I ... I must be frank, it's been some number of months, I ... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I'm ... not celibate, just rather lonesome. Hopefully, that's not ... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnot bothersome. ❞
By SOCIETAL STANDARD, she was far from virginal ; but by her own, this was of the first time her express permission was passed down. Lust does not plague her, day to day - she is a woman of the Gods, and her duty to them comes far ahead of worldly pleasures. This, would be an exception, great.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Come, my friend. There's some comfort, elsewhere. ❞
ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPSALM 91 : 10 ─── ㅤㅤㅤㅤNO EVIL, WILL BEFALL YOU ; ㅤㅤㅤNO PLAGUE, WILL COME NEAR ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYOUR H̴̩̯͗̊̑͜O̵̳͚͎̝̞̓M̵̹̤̿̏̔̾Ẹ̶̋.̴̠̀̌̈
