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First Impressions sentence starters
“You’re not… how I thought you’d be.”
“Is this what you’re really like, or was that an act?”
“I need to know this is for real. If you’re not genuine, tell me right now.”
“You’re… good at that.”
“I didn’t realize you were - maybe we should start again. I’m [name].”
“So this is what the (in)famous [Name] is like behind closed doors.”
“You have a lot of experience with this.”
“Do you know what people say about you?”
“You’re just like they said.”
“Why don’t you correct them? When people talk about you, and they’re wrong?”
“I thought they were exaggerating about you.”
“I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time.”
“Am I safe with you?”
“Do you mean that?”
“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here.”
“What made you get into this/that line of work?”
“Look, you’re either going to help, or you aren’t. Which one is it going to be?”
“You … you chose me.”
“I… no, nothing. I just didn’t realize you were brave.”
“You’re going to get yourself killed/fired, you know.”
“Have you always been like that?”
“That was kind.”
“That was good of you.”
“That was stupid.”
“You didn’t have to do that. But you did.”
“You were there. You didn’t have to be.”
“I think .. I have you to thank, for this.”
“I wouldn’t be here without you.”
“I wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for you.”
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PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt
[ settle ] sender sits on receiver's lap and gets comfortable
[ sling ] sender slings an arm around receiver's shoulder
[ pinch ] sender affectionately pinches receiver's cheek
[ ruffle ] sender ruffles receiver's hair
[ recline ] sender joins receiver on their chair and snuggles against them
[ hand ] sender takes receiver's hand while driving
[ knee ] sender lays a hand on receiver's leg while driving
[ clean ] sender reaches up to wipe something off receiver's face
[ tie ] sender adjusts receiver's tie
[ collar ] sender smooths out receiver's collar
[ tickle ] sender starts tickling receiver
[ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride
[ pick up ] sender scoops receiver up into their arms and holds them as they walk
[ guide ] sender places a hand on receiver's hip and guides them through a crowded room
[ smudge ] sender cleans lipstick off receiver's face
[ gun ] in the midst of a stand-off, sender reaches over and gently guides receiver's gun down, making them lower it
[ behind ] sender comes up to receiver from behind and wraps their arms around their waist
[ nuzzle ] sender leans in and nuzzles their face into receiver's neck
[ relax ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder while they talk
[ arms ] sender hooks their arm with receiver's as they walk
[ itch ] sender assists receiver with an itch they can't reach
[ catch ] receiver starts to fall, so sender reaches out and catches them
[ calm down ] sender pets receiver's hair and tries to soothe them after a scary situation
[ check ] sender checks receiver's temperature by placing the back of their hand against receiver's forehead, trying to see if they're sick
[ tuck ] sender tucks receiver into bed
[ feed ] sender offers a forkful of food out to receiver, helping them eat
[ undress ] sender helps receiver undress
[ shoes ] sender helps receiver put on their shoes
[ intent ] sender leans their forehead against receiver's
[ bathe ] sender helps receiver wash themselves in a bath
[ shower ] sender helps receiver wash themselves in a shower
[ assist ] sender finds receiver has fallen down, so they rush to their aid and help them stand again
[ bed ] sender helps receiver into bed
[ greet ] sender greets receiver with quick kisses to each of their cheeks
[ high five ] sender gives receiver a congratulatory high five
[ makeup ] sender helps receiver apply makeup
[ injury ] sender cleans receiver's wound and patches it up
[ seek ] sender reaches for receiver's hand and laces their fingers
[ surprise ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and places their hands over their eyes, wanting them to guess who it is
[ walk ] sender helps receiver walk by staying by their side and holding onto them
Bonding starters
"I feel like we've known each other for ages."
"It's like we're on the same wavelength."
"I've never felt so connected to someone before. It's like our souls are intertwined."
"It's as if we were destined to find each other."
"You've become my rock, my confidant. I trust you more than anyone."
"We have each other's backs, no matter what."
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I've found my true friend in you."
"It's funny how our paths crossed. I never expected to form such a strong bond with someone like you."
"Life works in mysterious ways. I'm glad it brought us together."
"I feel this unspoken connection between us. It's like we understand each other without words."
"I've been searching for someone who truly gets me, and I think I've found that in you."
"It's rare to find someone who sees you for who you truly are."
"You know my secrets, my fears, and my dreams."
"I've never laughed so freely and felt so comfortable with someone before."
"I'm glad we can share these moments together."
"You've become more than just a friend to me. You're family."
"Family doesn't always mean blood."
"I'm honored to be a part of your chosen family."
"I feel safe when I'm with you. It's like I can be my true self without any judgment."
"No matter the circumstances, we'll always find our way back to each other."
"We bring out the best in each other."
"Together, we're unstoppable."
"You've taught me what it means to truly care for someone. I can't imagine my life without you."
"Being around you feels like home. You've become an anchor in my life."
wayward40k:
Alethea listened as he spoke, considering his words while still staring up at the void. What he said made logical sense, of course, but it still caused the emotional equivalent of an angry snake writhing in her stomach. Something bitter and afraid in her wanted to lash out, to bite and fight against his words, if only because he was right and it didn’t like it. While she wanted nothing more than to just shut down - to do her job until she just stopped coming back to life - it was becoming increasingly obvious that that was less feasible than anticipated.
The woman let out a sigh.
“I was never meant to live at all. To… experience anything. Just death. So I am not sure… of how.” The fatigue of multiple emotional breakdowns over the past days was catching up to her, making it more difficult to articulate her feelings clearly. Not that she was adept at that to begin with…
Alethea felt - and looked - tiny. Tired. Wilted and drained and in severe need of rest and nourishment. Before the exhaustion could further numb her senses - or worse, there was another bout of crying - there was a small sigh as she reluctantly turned to resume walking. “The rooms are this way…?”
“Then you are no different than anyone else,” King replied. Who, after all, came into this world with plans and purpose already established? Who did not have to find their way from birth to death, stumbling blindly along the paths life set before them? None. The universe was cruel from cradle to grave and everyone suffered. All that ever remained to be determined were the details of the suffering.
King turned and looked Alethea over before nodding and gesturing with his hand. “Yes. This way.”
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wayward40k:
There was a silence from her, wrestling with the largely unfamiliar emotions that had been bombarding her as of late. They felt smothering, yes, but… Less like a blanket and more like the cloying muck of the battlefield. At least the mess of bloody mud and grime and sweat was familiar, and it could be washed away with some water and soap.
Emotions were more difficult, Alethea was learning. There was an overabundance of uncertainty, not sure of how to handle or react to the fear, the pain and loneliness and confusion and general human experience.
And after a long moment, there was a tired scoff of a laugh. “Do I have much of a choice…?” She asked him. It wasn’t like dying was an option… and Alethea wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
“There is always a choice.”
The response came so quickly and so naturally, King had to blink as he processed it. Then he laughed softly, amused. There is always a choice. It was one of Radcliffe’s few recognizable teachings. The Lord Inquisitor was largely content to manage his conclave in a hands off style, letting individual inquisitors pursue their goals as best befitted their strengths and desires. But there were a few sayings and mantras Radcliffe expressed so often they eventually bled into the mentality of his juniors, and this was one of them. King had never imagined he would have taken it up, but here he was.
“There is always a choice,” he repeated, turning to Alethea. “The fates are only binding to the degree our actions and decisions become predictable. Each crossroad we come to splinters off in an infinite number of directions, though we might only be able to see but a few.”
King spoke as if repeating words he had heard dozens of times from someone else.
“You have the choice to live or die. You might not stay dead, so to you it might not seem a choice at all, but you just do not see it properly framed. Do you let the man who tortured and abused you win? Do you waste away your time in bars and back alleys, on battlefields seeking pointless reprieve, or do you make the most of it? Do you help as many people as you can? Do you experience deeply, joy and grief, and understand the breadth and depth of humankind like no one else can? Do you, Alethea Crescere, live or do you live well?”
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wayward40k:
She stopped, abruptly, as the gentle verbal prodding snapped through the fog numbing her senses, before looking around to get her bearings. Her gaze went up to the window overhead for a long moment, regarding the stars around them.
Alethea hadn’t had much opportunity to see the void like this - she tended to stay in her quarters aboard ships, and the majority of travel was via Warp anyways. And it furthered the feelings of being… small. How tiny they were, merely motes of dust floating through space.
Perspective. A hand went up to touch at where she knew the meeting of the scars remained, from where the medicae had cut into her over and over. Was it an autopsy if she was alive? Alethea wasn’t sure.
“We got into an argument, over my reports. It… turned into a fight. And he… I was not expecting him to take it that far.”
King nodded, still looking up at the void overhead. “But he did,” he said. “And that’s on him. It’s not your fault, and there isn’t any reason to ponder what ifs. What happened, happened. Throne knows if any one had the ability to turn back time and fix mistakes, we’d all be jumping at the chance. The best we can do is process and keep moving forward.”
The inquisitor looked down at the woman beside him. Her emotions bathed her, their aura wrapping her like a blanket smothering a child.
“I think,” he continued. “The best thing you can do now is to simply keep living. The man wanted to break you. Remaining unbowed is the surest way to deny him any satisfaction, in this life or the next.”
wayward40k:
King’s suggestion cut through the panic, causing her breath to catch as Alethea was jolted back to the moment. “Y-yes… s-sorry. I-” Shaking her head, the Inquisitor uncurled herself and got to her feet. Unsteady as she felt, she was quick to slip back out of the room before anything else could be said. Hopefully before she just made things even more awkward…
And from there, she just sort of kept walking. While Alethea didn’t know her way around the ship, the lingering emotions upsetting her needed to be vented somehow. Walking was as good an option as any. In theory.
King did his best to guide his fellow inquisitor through the corridors of the Rampant, if nothing else to just keep her from wandering aimlessly in her current state and ending up somewhere she shouldn’t be. His efforts eventually led them to one of the observation decks located along the cruiser’s spine, just below the bridge tower.
Panels of armaglass twenty feet thick opened the ship above them and let in the void. The stars looked like pinpricks of white light against a backdrop of black velvet. Clouds of gas, multihued in the light of the local star, flowed across the glass as Rampant made its way sunward from the system’s edge, like oil flowing over water.
King was silent. His gaze went up to the cosmic tapestry overhead, down to Alethea, and back up again.
“You know,” he said gently after a while. “Looking up at the stars never fails to put it all into perspective.”
wayward40k:
Seven months, at the very least.
Seven months of torture, of not knowing if anyone even realized she was gone, of beggingly praying to the God-Emperor for mercy. For permanent death. For anything other than the hell that Gors subjected her to.
There’s a strangled sort of sound from her as she ran her fingers into her hair, tucking her head down to hide the fact that there were more tears beginning to crawl down her face. Alethea forced herself to take a deep, shaking breath, not even really hearing King’s ‘why’. Another deep breath. Another. Almost gasping for air as she fought off the wave of despair, Alethea felt sick as she shivered.
Seven months… all over being gone for two weeks.
King didn’t need to read the pall of emotions clouding the diminutive inquisitor to understand where she was emotionally, but he could feel them just the same. “Ah,” he said slowly. He couldn’t help the guilt that suddenly nagged at him. Maybe pushing Gors at the party had been a terrible idea after all. He should have known better.
Even Olk, blunt as he was to emotions and things of a psychic nature, was able to read the room. He glanced at King before picking his book up again and devoting his attention to it.
“Maybe we should go for a walk, Alethea?” King said gently.
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wayward40k:
Olk’s question got a beat, before a sad sort of laugh was heard. “I… do not even know what day it is now.” Alethea admitted, trying to fight down the touch of panic that spiked upon thinking about the fact. “S-so no, I… do not…”
At least it was getting easier to recognize when the random crying might start, so the small Inquisitor forced a deep breath, shivering as a momentarily queasy sensation washed over her. That wine hadn’t done her stomach or nerves any favors…
“How long ago… was that… that party?” Her question is quieter, directed at King while she didn’t quite look at him. It felt like years, from her perception, but months was likely more accurate.
“The party?” King exhaled loudly as if he were trying to dredge up memories he had not thought of in a while and apply them to a concept of time and space that was nebulous at best. “Seven months, maybe? Possibly eight?”
It had been a busy seven months in the interim, and so the inquisitor might be forgiven for losing track of the passage of time.
“Why?” he asked. He remembered souring Gors’ evening. Had that been when all this had started? His plotting? Surely he hadn’t been torturing Alethea for that long, had he?