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[hunarya]

❛ 𝐇𝐔́𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀 : private roleplaying blog by midna. primarily featuring original female characters with some canon muses. medium writing activity but often lurking, doing drafts, making edits or posting art.

my irl obligations are demanding of my focus so i usually appear here when i have extra time. i've been writing the majority of the original characters on this blog since i was in middle school, i continue to write them for my own enjoyment and for the enjoyment of my friends! so this blog will be very private, but i'm not opposed to new interactions.

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midna / 23 / white / lesbian / she - her / affiliated w @cheatdeaths & @zendatsu / @blastimpact

[maladire]

NEVER HAVE THEY KNOWN A LAND SO DAMP AND STILL. moisture clings to the sour air in this place without so much as a breeze to stir it. save the stop-start pulse of writhing blight, they've yet to find a sound of life for miles beyond the relative safety of the wardens' perimeter, and the longer they spend in the hossberg wetlands, the more they grow to hate it. that sound.

after the disaster that had become of weisshaupt, rook has spent nearly every hour since trying to aid what remains of the order here.

it isn't nearly enough.

still, they haven't yet decided whether to count the death of the first warden among their failures or as a little blessing of sorts. he is decidedly more useful this way, but his rank and file have been all but decimated, davrin is grieving, and the single most lauded living warden — the hero of ferelden — has come from the south to see the mess they've made of their centre of command.

she's expecting you. evka had said, sounding only vaguely like she'd just ratted them out to the local guard. and despite her tone and rook's trepidation, they still wander closer to her door. “ if it's another report— ” rook swipes a spot of darkspawn blood from beneath their eye and steels themself for the worst. they haven't had the best luck of late with trying to run varric's operation for him. but it seems, this time, they're pleasantly surprised.

“ ah, well— ” the same gauntlet scratches idly at that spot on their cheek. “ i did try diplomacy. ” warden commander tabris doesn't appear nearly so pissed as antoine had suggested, they think, and then curse themself for thinking it. “ yes, of course. weisshaupt was— ” catastrophic. “ —unfortunate. but we did manage to slay ghilan'ain's archdemon, at least. ”

[hunarya]

SHE IS NO STRANGER TO THE GUILT THAT COMES WITH SENDING MEN TO DIE, or when ones mistakes come back to hurt others. her return to the alienage was a most bitter memory. " sometimes diplomacy can only get you so far, believe me rook i have done worse " she looks them over with a discerning eye and there's no doubt they've had to fight on their way, she gestures to the chair on the opposite side of her desk as she returns to her own, sinking into it heavily. she's starting to feel her age these days, any night now i'll wake and hear that song, a fleeting feeling of despair accompanies the thought, she's always said that when her time comes she'll be ready, and yet now as time begins to catch up with her she feels the need to beg for it to wait.

" in a way we wardens die at the moment of our joining, our deaths are promised to the blight. " it had also been promised a warden must die to defeat the archdemon, and yet she'd lived through the intervention of a friend. her search for the cure had ultimately led to disappointment, when news came of the horror at adamant she'd put it to an end entirely, but now that they knew they'd been wrong about so much perhaps there was still hope.

" we all know that we will die, to do so in sacrifice to end the blight is our vow. you killed the archdemon, their deaths won't be for nothing. " don't be so hard on yourself, she means to say, but she'd never been the best at comforting words. she sighs through her nose and sinks back into her chair, one knee balanced over the other " now, i've heard enough about what they are, what i want to know is how you plan to kill them and how i can help "

[hunarya]

NOWHERE COULD TRULY BE CALLED SAFE SO NEAR TO THE SHADOW CURSED LANDS, but staying high on the cliffsides is the best they can hope for. golden eyes look carefully over the rest of the group, hawk - like as they pass between the tired faces of her companions, always bouncing back to the younger paladin. she does slightly envy him but there is no malice in it, only a longing for that old feeling of connection to the divine. when the loss of her oath was still fresh she would try to reach out only to find emptiness that denied any comfort she might once have found in prayer to tyr, connection to her god severed permanently.

she hopes sincerely their journey doesn't force him to join her in darkness but he had been challenged already, and there would be more to come. she feels slightly guilty at the thought and wonders if she should be trying to give some guidance as the elder paladin, oathbreaker or no she could pass on her wisdom if she'd ever had any at all.

the sun is hanging low by the time she finally joins @buriedabove beside the fire, sword balanced over her knees while she cleans the weapon " leon ... not going to lie i'm curious, how does your god feel about your new worm friend ? " she curses herself as soon as it comes out of her mouth, she'd meant to start with something polite like how are you doing but as the words formed she felt it was a foolish question " you'd think they could just get rid of it for you "

[hunarya]

okay so where do i find a modder that can get me custom armor in da2 in 2024. because.

[hunarya]

lol i found out the veilguard cc is free on steam and got distracted sorry guys

[hunarya]

HER ARRIVAL IN LAVENDEL IS AS CONTROVERSIAL AS SHE EXPECTED IT WOULD BE, when the command from first warden jowin came to gather at weisshaupt arrived she'd stayed behind in the south with a greater number of her wardens to ensure its protection. the subsequent requests and then demands for her to join the rest left unanswered, her duty to ferelden and the south as its warden commander her greatest priority. she only allowed herself to regret it briefly when news of weisshaupt's fall reached her, in death, sacrifice, they all did what needed to be done and whatever the northern wardens thought of her absence at the fortress, she was there now.

the existence of the elven gods is nothing compared to the revelation that everything they'd understood about the blight was wrong, she's spent the days since simmering in anger and its made her more intimidating than she intends to be, if the way everyone in the marshes tiptoes around her is any indication.

she's reading over the warden's research on the new blight when she hears someone step into the open entryway of her makeshift office, only half processing the new presence when as she turns her page and reads something that has her brows deepening further " if it's another report you can just leave it on ... " she glances up mid sentence, pausing when she processes yellow eyes and a tattoo just as evka described. she stands from her chair and steps around the table to meet them, willing a warm if slightly tired smile to her face " at last, you must be rook. i've heard much about you from the wardens who were at weisshaupt, i wont pretend i haven't been eager to meet the one that put old jowin on his ass " maker rest his soul, of course " i think we're due a more serious conversation first, however "

@maladire

[goodnightmemes]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Duty is sacrifice. It eclipses all things, even blood. All men of honor must pay its price.

❛ War is coming, to the whole of the realm.❜

❛ I am indebted to you. ❜

❛ I'm afraid. ❜

❛ We should've just killed her when we had the chance. ❜

❛ When the king speaks, Your Grace, all hear it. ❜

❛ I find myself wondering...do we pursue the same end? ❜

❛ You must accept that the path to victory now is one of violence. ❜

❛ Did you think I would wither in your absence? ❜

❛ You only blame me because your true enemies are out of reach. ❜

❛ She holds love for our enemy. That makes her a fool. ❜

❛ I promise you, you will have all the vengeance that you seek, but you must keep a grip on your impulses. ❜

❛ Do anything but what I ask, and I'll bleed the whole lot of ya. ❜

❛ The gods punish us. They punish me. ❜

❛ This is not the time for blind accusations. We'll know who did this soon enough. ❜

❛ I will not be seen as weak. ❜

❛ Sometimes, we have to pretend. ❜

❛ I cannot trust you. I've never trusted you, wholly, much though I wished to, willed myself to. But now I have seen that your heart belongs only to you. ❜

❛ You think me some kind of monster. ❜

❛ You're pathetic. ❜

❛ We can afford no further mistakes. ❜

❛ You are mad. Mad! You cannot think that I did this! ❜

❛ You would send me to my death. ❜

❛ I would remind you only that when princes lose their temper, it is often others who suffer. ❜

❛ I see all your great adventures have done nothing for your looks. ❜

❛ For too long, I made it my aim to be of consequence. But now, I see that was the wish of a child. ❜

❛ I wish to spill blood, not ink! ❜

❛ Instead of judgment, you display impetuousness, and diminish us in the eyes of our enemy! ❜

❛ Fuck dignity! I want revenge. ❜

❛ They wish now not for the good of the realm, but for the petty satisfaction of vengeance. ❜

❛ Soon they will not even remember what it was that began the war in the first place. ❜

❛ There is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin. ❜

❛ I'm as fearsome as any of them. ❜

❛ You showed me grace when you could have withheld it. I'm not often surprised. ❜

❛ I cannot promise to make you happy. But I ask you: make this sacrifice willingly, for all of us. ❜

❛ If you've not yet surmised, you are welcome here. ❜

❛ Sin begets sin begets sin. ❜

❛ If dragons begin fighting dragons, we invite our own destruction. ❜

❛ Do not coddle me. Grant me at least that dignity. ❜

❛ Sadness is a condition of motherhood. ❜

❛ You have as much claim to grief as anyone. ❜

❛ Tales take on a life of their own, like weeds. Unless they are tended. ❜

❛ Always coming and going, aren't you? And I have to clean up afterwards. ❜

❛ You will die in this place. ❜

❛ I have been, at times, unkind, but never untrue. ❜

❛ You must go before you are discovered. ❜

❛ Your mother must've been very beautiful. ❜

❛ You should've burned them when you had the chance. ❜

❛ Is there no honor left in this world? ❜

❛ This is a better death than a traitor deserves. You should thank me for it. ❜

❛ I will not be made to look a fool in front of my allies and enemies. ❜

❛ I believe it is a sin to deny your appetites. They are what make us fully alive as mortal men. ❜

❛ If I may be so bold, you have not seemed yourself of late. ❜

❛ I've barely had the hours to grieve one tragedy before suffering the next. ❜

❛ I've come to know the face of tortured rest well enough. ❜

❛ Do you think simply wearing the crown imbues you with wisdom? ❜

❛ You have no idea the sacrifices that were made to put you on that throne. ❜

❛ What would you have me do? ❜

❛ Do simply what is needed of you: nothing. ❜

❛ Where have you been, these last days? You vanished without so much as a word.❜

❛ There are those who have mistaken my caution for weakness. Let that be their undoing. ❜

❛ If you die, all is lost. ❜

❛ The horrors I have just loosed cannot be for a crown alone. ❜

❛ Do you take issue with me? ❜

❛ I can sit still no longer. I must act. ❜

❛ I did not think they would be so eager to die. ❜

❛ I need them alive. I came here to raise swords, not corpses. ❜

❛ Will you goad me? When your bread and shelter now depend on my pleasure? ❜

❛ I mislike feeling powerless. ❜

❛ I do not know my part. The path I walk has never been trod. ❜

❛ What you cannot do, let others do for you. ❜

❛ There is more than one way to fight a war. ❜

❛ I do not wish to stand alone. ❜

❛ Has your loyalty faded? Or does it flourish only at night and flee the sunrise like a moth? ❜

❛ What we must do now is... terrible. ❜

❛ This is not war. These are crimes against the innocent, that any upright man would repudiate. ❜

❛ And once again, in the name of power, it's the weak and the women who must endure. ❜

❛ Was it worth the price? ❜

❛ I caution you, boldness is one thing, but overconfidence… ❜

❛ You have the impetuousness of youth, and its arrogance, neither of which is to be desired in a king. ❜

❛ Have the indignities of your childhood not yet sufficiently been avenged? ❜

❛ To claim a dragon, you must also be prepared to die. ❜

❛ You can't possibly still be angry about this. ❜

❛ You weren't going to bid me farewell? ❜

❛ It is your way, is it not? When something does not please you, you run. ❜

❛ There are older things in this world than you or I, or living memory. ❜

❛ You are not the player, but a piece on the board. As am I, for that matter. ❜

❛ It is my fault, I think, that you have forgotten to fear me. ❜

❛ It was worth the risk, no matter the outcome. ❜

❛ The enemy without may be fought with swords. The enemy within is more insidious. ❜

❛ Do you take me for a fool? ❜

❛ Oh, you make an art of provoking me. ❜

❛ Stop wasting your life waiting for something that'll never come. ❜

❛ I'm sure you did your best. ❜

❛ They will underestimate you, and this will be your advantage. ❜

❛ If the gods call me to greater things, who am I to refuse them? ❜

❛ Nothing is clean here. ❜

❛ The order of things has changed. Why not embrace it? ❜

❛ It does seem to me that you've made rather a mess here. ❜

❛ I don't need their love. I need their swords. ❜

❛ Mind your tongue. ❜

❛ I mislike all of this. ❜

❛ It seems you need us more than we need you. ❜

❛ So, what was the fucking point in all this then? ❜

❛ It's best to live, I think. However you do it. ❜

❛ You are not alone. ❜

❛ Will you prepare to face such an enemy? Or will you stay here and make yourself easy? ❜

❛ If you hinder our efforts through sloth or unreadiness, I will see you hanged, and your body fed to the dogs in the street. ❜

❛ You've arrived just in time to see my new army. What do you think of it? ❜

❛ This place will have you barking at the moon. ❜

❛ We must all make our sacrifices. ❜

❛ 'Tis no longer our rule that is threatened, our very lives. ❜

❛ Perhaps all men are corrupt and true honor is a mist that melts in the morning. ❜

❛ The dragons dance, and men are like dust under their feet. ❜

❛ We march now toward our annihilation. ❜

❛ There will be time enough to see which one of us is a coward. ❜

❛ There are omens here for those who seek them. ❜

❛ It's all a story and you are but one part in it. You know your part. ❜

❛ I am meant to serve you, and all of these with me, until death or the end of our story. ❜

❛ Be strong. You know you are just. ❜

❛ History will paint you a villain. ❜

❛ I am at last myself, with no ambition greater than to walk where I please and to breathe the open air. To die unremarked and unnoticed and be free. ❜

❛ You speak as if from a distant dream. ❜

❛ Come with me. ❜

❛ My part is here, whether I will or no. It was decided for me long ago. ❜

[blastimpact]

          𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗢𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬 from the workshop desk and its rollaway chair. post-battle exhaustion tinged with nausea hits as soon as he decides to stand, and with it he rests himself against gotham's witch. the rest feels a pinch like clockwork when he lays down, gaze drawn to her face before eyes flutter shut. a sigh of relief seems to exhale from his chest to his nose after it finally returns to its breathable state.

     one eye opens to look at her through heavy lids, and he feels an urge to move, to sit up higher and not flat like some patient on a—

     “ it feels warm. ” it's all he can muster at first, the first thing that springs to his mind in a flurry of thinking. it takes a pause longer to pick through a better description. “ like standing under a heat lamp. or against the sun. you can kind of… feel yourself regenerating along with it. nothing bad, but i think hearing and feeling all those bones and torn muscles mending – shifting – never gets easier. sometimes it makes my skin wanna crawl. then i get the nice kind of goosebumps when blessed by your radiance. ” whether figuratively or literally, that's left up to interpretation.

[hunarya]

SHE FROWNS AS SHE LOOKS OVER HIS FACE, she can’t help feeling slightly guilty that it wasn’t entirely painless, nothing compared to receiving the injuries themselves but when was the last time she’d really felt pain at all ? perhaps she’d not put enough she halts her self punishing train of thought with a slow breath and a countdown from five, if it was terrible he would tell me. when she opens her eyes he’s already looking up at her and he’s so beautiful it makes her heart ache “ i hope that last bit wasn’t flattery ” she laughs softly, brushing away the hairs stuck to his forehead.

she helps him sit back up, supporting him with hands far stronger than they seem. she opens her mouth to speak before seeming to realize they aren’t in their own space, her eyes press together and with a push she can feel every living thing in the manor above them, sleeping already or distracted away from the cave soon to be sleeping as well with the soothing energy she slowly pours into the bonds.

“ what happened out there tonight ? ” she asks as casually as she can manage, leaving him briefly to search for a spare med kit. when she returns she begins cleaning his face gently, tough light though the worst of his injuries were already healed “ maybe … maybe it’s time i get back out there with you, i’ve been spending too much time away from gotham ”

[hunarya]

'i never lie to you. but sometimes, i wish i could' / @cheatdeaths

THEIR SHELTER IS LITTLE MORE THAN THE SKELETON OF AN OLD POST OFFICE, letters unsent from a lifetime ago used as kindling for the flame she's been tending to idly while six speaks. she's been meeting the couriers gaze less lately and she hopes it isn't as obvious as she feels, she glances up to find the other woman's eyes over the flame, finding herself fixated on the reflection of it's glow in her eyes until she recognizes how serious six looks. she tries to break the sudden awkwardness she feels with a laugh, her smile reassuring " no point, i already know your juiciest secrets "

she rises from the box she'd been using as a seat to join the courier's side of the fire, nudging her gently with an elbow as she sits beside her " how are you holding up ? "

[godhelmir]

ethuilwen 001 .

[hunarya]

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. - ciri and elenei :3c @spakona

HER SMELL IS ALWAYS THE FIRST SENSE TO RETURN IN THE WAKE OF A RAGE, smoke and the metallic scent of blood hit her nose before her eyes can make sense of the world around her, before she can hear over the ringing in her ears or feel the ache throughout her body as her adrenaline crashes. she's tipping sideways before her witchers hands are there to steady her, with a murmured incantation she cannot hear and a faint glow of light, warmth spreads from the hands at her sides throughout the rest of her body, chasing the pain that's begun to spread throughout her body. she rests her head against her lovers shoulder, desperate to ground herself for a few moments " thank you, darling " there is so much to thank her for that to simply say the words feels a paltry thing, but she hopes the i love you is carried with the softness in which she speaks the final word.

she remembers where they are if not exactly why they'd come as she examines the carnage around them. she might have felt guilty for it once, might still if she'd done it only for herself, but she realized eventually she would do anything to protect ciri and she'd never felt the slightest regret for it. she smiles when the woman stops her trudging forward with a hand on her pauldron, pulling her back " we should keep moving on to- " before she can finish ciri is holding her by her chin, wiping away streaks of blood coated onto her face with a rough piece of fabric she'd torn off whatever, or whoever, she could find nearby.

her skin is pink but not quite raw when ciri is finished, and when the woman finally stops to check over her face elenei leans forward to capture her lips in a kiss, placing another at either corner of her mouth before pulling back, a final kiss pressed to the witcher's knuckles with a teasing glint to her eyes " am i back to your liking, then ? "

[hunarya]

velara: u need to blow danys back out so she doesn't blow up the city

elenei:

[hunarya]

guys would this look good on my pinned

[hunarya]

made bio posts for mihren and isera !

[godhelmir]

elenei 001 .

[hunarya]

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress. - six and denali! @cheatdeaths

THERE'S A NERVOUS BUZZ UNDER HER SKIN, NOT QUITE AN ILL FEELING but enough to leave her on edge as she waits in the foyer for six to emerge, watching out the large windows with her arms crossed over her chest. she'd always felt out of place in the upper levels of the casino, that she'd finally agreed to attend a party and stay the whole night only made matters worse, normally the courier's invitations were met with a half promise to show her face if business allowed it, after which she'd promptly find the first reason she could to slip back out into the desert.

the invitation that morning had been different, blue eyes looking straight into her own with a hand on the inside of her elbow, catching her as she'd turned to stride back out of the casino into the world she belonged in and maybe six knew that she'd be too cowardly to make a promise she wouldn't keep this way, she felt helplessly transparent in the courier's presence, like the woman could see straight through skin and bone to her soul and she could do nothing but hope those piercing eyes wouldn't see too deep.

she's fiddling with the sleeve of her borrowed suit when she hears the first echoes of clicking heels, she fights the urge to immediately snap to attention, keeping her eyes on the sun as it begins to dip behind the mountains, reaching that period of sunrise where the whole mojave is bathed in the same burnt orange - gold her right eye saw in permanently. her name is called from the hallway as six enters the room, the picture of perfection in a shade of pink that perfectly matches the blush on her cheeks, and denali can't help the easy smile that rises to her lips " 'lookin good, miss vegas " she shoves off the wall to meet her but freezes when the woman turns on her heel, hands resting on her hips as she looks back over her shoulder zip me ?

denali is still for a moment, face blessedly unchanged as her mouth goes bone - dry, she can only nod and wait for her friend to look away before she steps forward, sweeping golden curls over her shoulder and out of the way. she holds the fabric together with one hand as the other pulls the zipper, focusing on the quiet sound of the metal instead of the smoothness of satin under her fingers as they slide up the back of the dress until she can secure the final clasp at the top, she's pulling the still - warm curls back over her shoulder before she can think better of it, rearranging them as they'd been before. it happens in all of eight seconds, she'd counted every one, and as soon as it's over she's stepping around six to make her way to the bar as casually as she can manage " think i'm gonna need a drink before i can do any socializing "

[notmorbid]

these violent delights.

dialogue prompts from these violent delights by micah nemerever.

i never told you my name.

who puts those awful ideas in your head?

you're forever assuming the worst.

what's that face? you look like you're going to cry.

you're one of those people who worry all the time, aren't you?

i don't worry, i ruminate. they're distinct actions.

nothing made you. you just are.

beautiful things are supposed to hurt.

people tell you you're shy all the time, don't they?

i don't know how i ever got on without you.

a little trouble is a good thing for a young person.

i wasn't born yesterday. i know what kids get up to.

it's good to have guns to stick to.

you could do anything to me and i'd let you.

i'm not ready to be seen. not yet.

i don't need you to treat me respectfully. i'm not made of glass.

tell me you love me, at least. please. i need to know somebody does.

do i look normal? i can't tell if i look normal.

you can get away with anything, as long as you act like an authority on the truth.

don't tell me what i want.

you know you're just about the worst liar i've ever met.

i don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you.

you're so square, you're a cube.

i just want you to believe me when i tell you you're worth something.

there are limits to what you can expect people to understand, without living it.

you can't fight everybody all the time. you still have to live with them.

i forget how blue the sky can be outside the city.

i'm going to push you off a cliff, you fucking boy scout.

thank you for trusting me with this.

be a kid while you still can.

please believe in the things i try to tell you, instead of the things you think you deserve to be told.

if the sun touched you for even a moment, you'd go up in flames. like a vampire.

your voice changes when you're angry.

what a lonely, dreary thing it is to know the truth.

you never look away, even when your eyes are closed, but i'm never certain you can see what's really there.

tell me you need me. in those words.

can i tell you something? that i'm all but certain you won't believe?

i never lie to you. but sometimes, i wish i could.

you never let me pretend the truth is alright when it isn't.

you have a profound, elusive sadness about you.

you didn't. please tell me you didn't.

you and your awful little games.

why would i bother to grow my own conscience when you're always around to pester me?

you're going to help me escape.

this house is a shadowbox, never meant for human things.

you have no right to stop me, and you're not going to try.

you're sweet, when you want to be.

do you want me to kill ____? i mean it.

it might do you good to be an orphan.

you're just so sincerely creepy.

wealthy people pay handsomely for the privilege of ignoring cries for help.

i've never seen you like that before. not once.

i've decided to learn to be impulsive.

the worst damage humans do isn't rooted in malice, but in thoughtlessness.

there's such a thing as right and wrong. anyone can figure out the difference if they're willing to think for themselves.

there's no part of you i can't see.

i don't want to hurt you. please don't let me.

you're ridiculous, sometimes. but that's alright.

i don't want you right now. go home.

i'm not like you. i don't even have a shape of my own to hold anything else in place.

i'll never matter the way you do, and you know it.

say what you need to say.

if you say the word 'deserve' one more time, i'm driving us off a bridge.

i've been meaning to talk to you about ____.

i'm worried about what you're getting into.

you don't see me. you can't. you never could.

it's your life. you're entitled to make your own mistakes.

i want you to know you deserve better. you don't have to put up with ____.

you scare the hell out of me. you really do.

you look the same way you always have.

i was worried i'd lost you.

i'll take care of you. i don't need you to be brave.

all i want to do is make you happy, and you're the unhappiest person i've ever met.

i would rather be cruel than weak.

i want you to let me be nice to you today. i don't care if you think you deserve it.

this place looks like somewhere in a jigsaw puzzle.

it's always been real for me. every second.

please don't say anything to my mother.

we can't fix it if you don't tell me what happened.

i'll call you when i can stand the sight of you. don't hold your breath.

hiding the truth is still lying.

i thought you'd finally trust me if you knew i'd kill for you.

i'm just as much of a monster as you are.

i was missing part of myself my whole life, until i met you.

righteous fury leaves no space for fear.

you can always talk to me. about anything, okay? i love you no matter what.

you played [game] in school, didn't you?

no one tolerates boredom worse than the idle rich.

someone needs to be looking after you.

you know you can't actually stop me, right?

i want to be able to look at you.

when you need to, you will understand.

i'm only ever early when i'm afraid.

people talk themselves into the strangest things when they want to look impressive.

in the end, there's no difference between trusting someone and underestimating them.