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five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ”

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

#meme sunday

sublimepoint

↳ Henry Green Complete ✓

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honeysuckle.

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It took her a moment to realize just what she’d done. Jacob would certainly be laughing if he could see her now, and for once, she was thankful he was probably off destroying something. If Henry’s arms weren’t around her, she would have pulled away immediately, but she allowed herself this, at least for now. He was warm, and smelled faintly of flowers, but that may have had something to do with their surroundings. Even so, it was comforting and she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time.

Evie smiled up at him, blushing all the while. She shouldn’t have made such a scene, and they both knew this, but… she was thankful Henry didn’t make a big deal out of it, that he wasn’t nearly as dramatic as she was right now. Of course, that made sense, didn’t it? In his mind, they had probably barely been separated. And yet for her, it had been several months. Surely, her reaction must be confusing to him, but he acted so naturally and smoothly. It was impressive, if not also attractive.

“On my mark? That almost sounds as if we’re to race, though I don’t think you could outrun me. Jacob can only do so when he cheats, after all.”

He made it easier to fall back into something like this, talking so casually as if nothing had changed. Still, there were things to discuss and work to be done.

“I assume you’ve only arrived recently. If that’s the case, there is much I need to tell you- about this city and the technology, ah, the telephones! Everyone here has telephones or rather cellphones, though it’s all very different from what Aleck was working on… and the engines and- I’m sorry. You’re still taking this all in, aren’t you? We should take things slowly, considering how much there is to cover. I’m sorry, I just… I’ve been here since October, you see. I didn’t know if I would see you again, Henry.”

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A faint pink blossoms across her cheeks, and there is a warmth in her eyes -- as youthful as ever, he thinks. Her shoulders have lowered, her pace has slowed and a smile inches across her lips.

He can only wonder as to whether this is a first for her in this city -- this sort of ease, relaxation.

He mouths at a sales clerk, drawing out the pounds tucked away in his robes and gesturing them towards the man. “You underestimate him, Evie. The tides always turn when you least expect them to.” He says, a laugh threatening to make its way beyond his lips. In a matter of seconds, her expression has brightened, her hold on him tightening -- she chatters about, and he brings his hand against her own, squeezing lightly. The words hit him then, weighing in his chest: I didn’t know if I would see you again, Henry.

The glint of her (their) wedding band grasps at his attention, attempting to drown him whole. Months, and yet she thinks of him, months and yet she hasn’t left him behind, left what they had behind.

He begins to walk, looping his arm around her own and chuckles; it’s better that he does so she doesn’t think to recognize the way his eyebrows have knit together for a second or so, the way his eyes have darkened and his benign smile is barely holding itself together. “No need to apologize. This is..no mere city: a metropolis, far beyond our age. Centuries ahead of us, even. The transport, the goods, the mobiles, they call them...small and portable. This sort of modernity is...unheard of to me.”

The wind chimes sound as they exit the shop, their arms still hooked together. His expression harshens. “Evie.” He starts.

“Have you suffered from any major injuries throughout your stay here..and is Jacob here as well?”

#intrepidassassin #straight coded actually

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honeysuckle.

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Valentine’s Day had passed just like every other day in this city. The days seemed to roll together for her, very few different from the rest. She was still working, of course, constantly researching to find out what she could and possibly find a way out. But nothing was coming of it. Jacob’s arrival had granted her some small form of relief, but even so she still had yet to settle.

Perhaps the holiday would’ve meant something to her if she had someone to spend it with. Or rather, if that someone were with her. But wasn’t that selfish to wish this fate upon Henry? She asked herself this time and time again, even though she knew he would want to be with her. Still, it helped somehow to think he might be better off without her, safer and happier anywhere but here. It was bittersweet, yes, but it was something.

She had heard through eavesdropping that there were often a lot of sales the day after Valentine’s Day as stores had to get rid of their now useless stock. Admittedly, she hadn’t cared about that, until she ran into a rather large stand of flowers on her way back to her apartment. She was drawn to them, though she currently felt more bitter than sweet. Evie turned a red tulip over in her hands, noting how it was already starting to wilt. There were other flowers, some of them not near death, but this was… this was what she wanted. Bringing herself out of her head, she turned to try and find a clerk so that she could purchase the flowers. Instead her gaze was met by one she knew all too well, and she could feel the rate of her heart beat quickening.

Henry.

There wasn’t any time for her to think of personal feelings or missions or if this was embarrassing or not. For once in her life, Evie acted without thinking, embracing her fiancé as tightly as she could.

“Henry!”

No, she wasn’t going to cry- she wouldn’t let herself, but… she would admit she was close. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

“I.. I missed you.”

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It’s a city of jagged lines and soft grays, desolate, bloodied alleyways and crowds that light up alongside the street lamps. Foreign, unfamiliar; a modern relic in itself.

It is the 15th when he arrives, the streets somehow speak of the day before. The pathetic sight of bouquets driven into concrete, chocolates littering the pavement, the telltale sign of a broken heart somewhere off in the distance.

The people pay little mind to him; he is wary nonetheless, blade tucked away and underneath his sleeve. His eyes rove over every building, every vendor, every passerby in some attempt to understand.

He doesn’t. Not yet.

The store is no more than a remnant of what once was, a day that’s already passed. The shelves are hollow, the leftover stock now piled atop boxes, advertised with a gaudy “FOR SALE” sign. In the corner are flowers, sloped and browning. The poor things, he thinks as his fingers ghost across them.

He hauls a single bouquet into his arms, a red tulip peeking through the wilted mass. Surely, they could be saved -- so long as he were to tend to them quickly enough.

It’s then that he sees her-- bountiful, brown braids, the heels of boots against the ground, her back arched forward, her expression pensive as she lingers about. “E--”

Before he can speak, her arms are wound around him -- as agile as ever, isn’t she? He brings his arms around her in turn, hands grazing against and rubbing circles into her back. He pulls her close against him, and a laugh slips out from his lips, light and subdued.

Warmth pools in the blues of her eyes; he sees the tears that well, and his expression softens, a smile tugging at his lips. It’s terribly surreal, truth be told.

Her missing him. Her loving him. The band she wears, his band, that glints at this moment.

He is speechless -- in awe, and opts to stroke her cheek and push a strand of hair behind her ear. “The wondrous Evie Frye, missing me? A tale for the ages.” He grips her hands, pulling away as he holds them, a thumb swiping over her own.

“I can only hope you haven’t given this city too much grief. Come, now. This is no place for a conversation.”

His fingers tighten around her own, and gradually does he bring her hands to his lips, placing a kiss atop their backs and letting them fall once again.

“On your mark. I’ll be beside you.”

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