l o s t boy e c h o

do you run away from reality, or away from the fantasy you've designed in your head; never quite clear if you're crazy or not and forever trying to find yourself, you think home is where you are and the few tenuous relationships you've crafted. Echo, lost boy, runaway, afraid but never living in fear.

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Penny Dreadful Sentence Starters

“You’re pretty goddamn sure you know what’s going on all the time.”

“And that everything can again be like it was… though I know that can never be.”

“You do not belong here, even less than I.”

“I wonder what lips yours have kissed and where. Too many, I’m sure.”

“So have the courage to face your own sin before you cite mine so easily.”

“When the moment comes, look into my eyes and pull the trigger.”

“May I kiss your neck?”

“How cruel you are…”

“Can I help you in any way?”

“And what do you seek to escape?”

“I believe in everything but god.”

“I thought you liked games.”

“Where is your master?”

“I hate him, that fucker, God, you see.”

“You should’ve kissed me. Will you kiss me now?”

“Her passing was a thing of grace, I promise you.”

“What a simple thing it is to snap your neck. You are so fragile, you…”

“Don’t let me hurt anyone.”

“There was a time I would gladly have killed you, and there may come a time when I gladly shall.”

“Your hands want to touch, but your head wants to appraise. Your heart is torn between the two.”

“Do not be amazed at anything you see… and don’t hesitate.”

“To save her, I would murder the world.”

“Whatever interest, whatever need you think you have, you must forget you ever saw it.”

“You can do better. Give me words.”

“What happened to your lip?”

“As you grow up, you’ll learn we all do things which cause us shame. Sins we have committed…”

“No, no, I don’t want to sleep!”

“I love you for your weakness.”

“Did I deserve that?”

“There’s something wrong here. What haven’t you told me?”

“Perhaps it has always been there – this thing, this demon inside me – or behind my back, waiting for me to turn around.”

“There are things you can’t control.”

“You really shouldn’t come in here…”

“Your daddy says come home, so home you come.”

“Stop this right now.”

“I could never love you.”

“Because the truth is unendurable.”

“Right behind you. Don’t you feel him in the dark? On the back of your neck, his breath… Now one finger reaching out… Do you not feel it?”

“If your goal is to have me surrender to you, that day will never come.”

“There’s always a way to make a living when you’ve a bit of flesh, isn’t there?”

“Nothing I would say would come as a surprise, so you simply want the satisfaction of hearing me say it. Very well.”

“Hell, you sought it out and fucked it.”

“And what will you do with this little bit of my soul?”

“That’s why you’re a virgin.”

“Do what you have promised me!”

“Who can tell about such things, such hidden things? Such secrets we all have, don’t we?”

“I’ll not bore myself with explanations you cannot possibly understand.”

“We shall live with our guilt, you and I.”

“We’ve all sinned. No one knows that better than me.”

“But I love you in a different way.”

“If you let all this happen so that you could manipulate her… I’ll rip your throat out.”

“Don’t be naïve; it doesn’t suit you.”

“You can’t resist me forever, darlin’.”

“Don’t be frightened. Here it is. Everything.”

“Would you like to see something interesting?”

“Answer me, you rude thing.”

“It’s not an easy thing, this you ask of me.”

“Don’t ask permission. If you want to do a thing, do it because it is your desire, not my allowance. You must risk rejection.”

“You won’t be able to deny it.”

“Say it like that and you can get me to do anything.”

“I’m so sorry about last night.”

“God, how I envied you. Perhaps I even hated you.”

“This is a long, grueling, dangerous thing you ask.”

“I’ve not been good. What waits for me on the other side of the door?”

“Something whispered… I listened.”

“You play your role well, but this is not who you are.”

“I… I see things sometimes.”

“Now kindly stop wasting my time, and get out!”

“You have no idea how I fight this thing. This thing inside me.”

“I think you’re bloodthirsty.”

“I believe in a place between heaven and hell, between the living and the dead, a glorious place of everlasting rebirth. I believe in salvation. Do you believe in such a place?”

“This is obscene! You mustn’t!”

“I should warn you; this is not completely legal.”

“I would choose her over you. I might even hope I get the chance.”

“After all this time… she came to me.”

“No wonder you fled from me.”

“What’ve you done to yourself?”

“I’ve never fucked a dying creature before. Do you feel things more deeply I wonder… Do you feel pain?”

“My, my! That temper of yours!”

“In that case, would you like to have an adventure?”

“I like to be looked at.”

“This is a bit beyond my usual practice.”

“You should let me die.”

“Just know that you have made my visit here truly memorable. I shall never forget you.”

“Between us, there’s a rare connection. I won’t deny it, but that very intimacy released something unhealthy in me, something I cannot allow.”

“I suppose we take the happiness we can. Do you?”

“Little girls shouldn’t play with toys like that.”

“There is no going back from this moment.”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“I’m so glad to see you recovered.”

“There are times when we are compelled…”

“She’s been possessed by the devil.”

“Do you believe in fate?”

“There’s no goddamn future in it for either of us! Who’re we trying to fool?”

“Best you didn’t kiss me anymore. Keep a safe distance.”

“You know my name. Aren’t we family here?”

“I have a complicated history with the Almighty.”

“We’ve all done things to survive. There are such sins at my back, it would kill me to turn around.”

“Do you feel I owe you an explanation?”

“I can’t seem to get it out of my head.”

[lcstecho]

“You won’t hurt me, I promise.”

It wasn't wholly the idea of hurting him that had her spooked; she honestly feared what would happen if Peter found out what they were doing more than anything. Her hand was tight in his and she gripped it further then with the thought of Peter's rage and the way things seemed to always get so hazy.

Her eyes glossed over for a moment as she turned to Ace, finally yanking his arm and sending him dangling over the edge so that she could let his person down onto the wooden slats that made up what used to be (or at least looked like) a small house near the Lost Boys own camp. She had always wondered about that -- had wondered if Peter had used it for something then destroyed it in his rage -- but had never gotten up the courage on her own to go over there.

Now, with Ace dangling from her arm and her straining to hold onto his hand ( there was fear that if she let go they'd never get him back and she couldn't stand to think of it ) she realised her curiosity might kill her and everyone she cares about one day.

"What is it? Can you tell?"

[lcstecho]

Why not break free and forge your own path like others have done before you?

   “Because...”

She looked haughty -- almost offended -- her chin lifted high and nose in the air, as if the question was ridiculous. She was a Lost Boy, and that’s what she’d always be, but the truth of it was...

... she was honestly terrified.

She’d left everything she’d known once already on the hopes of finding some kind of family and peace, and Peter had offered a vision of something so beautiful... and when she’d gotten there, everything had changed. His attitude, the way he treated her, and the entirety of the Island no longer seemed a paradise but a very fancy cage for a bird no one had wanted.

Every time Echo’s mind fell upon the idea of venturing out, of getting away from Peter (and from the Lost Boys, some of whom she loved dearly) she felt... panic? Panic for fear of losing her loved ones, and a sort of deep seated terror at the idea of what Peter would do to her if he found out she’d changed sides at all.

He might not care for her (or anyone for that matter) but he did care about appearances, about how the world was presented and he had to have absolute dominion over his people or he felt even more likely to explode....

   “I’m a Lost Boy!”

[never-rpg]

For one week, any anonymous questions you receive that are directed at your muse must be answered honestly. You can do this in character or out of character as long as the answer is truthful. This is an exciting way for the rest of the group to peer inside the mind of your muse and it makes for some great reflection and character development for you!

As with tasks, participation in these Honesty Weeks are by no means required. It’s meant to enrich your rp experience here at NEVER RPG, not stress you out. This is not homework. You won’t be graded. You know the drill. If you would like to participate, just reblog this post onto each character’s blog that you’d like to receive questions for. That way people who have questions can easily tell if you’re playing or not. You have all week to send anons and answer any questions you receive; be sure to tag them with #NRPG Honesty! Have fun!!

[lcstecho]

enchcnting:

      as much as callisto hated to admit it echo’s words were the truth. peter did seem happier but the fact that this was most likely due to wendy’s return made the mermaids’s stomach turn. — but callisto constantly tried convincing herself that peter would never rid the island of the merfolk. that some part of him cared .. or in any case she tried convincing herself that she’d be strong enough to drown him if it ever came down to that.

“ maybe you’re right. “ the blonde responded and a small smile spread across her features. while she was disappointed that her mind games hadn’t worked and echo wasn’t currently going insane she still enjoyed the girls company from time to time.“ they do have this annoying habit of avoiding the lagoon lately. perhaps you wanna play catch with me today, i’ll even promise i won’t try to drown you this time! “

The horrible and unfortunate truth of Echo’s existence was... she probably wouldn’t mind being drowned. As hard as she fought to stay alive and relevant in Neverland, sometimes she really wished she had the strength to just let go and allow herself to finally pass on. The life she’d imagined -- and in some ways the life Peter had promised -- had never quite lived up to the hype; she was barely a fixture, only rare in the fact that she was a girl, but even that was overlooked on a daily basis as she tried so hard to just fit in.

“I know I’m right.” came Echo’s reply, chin lifting again into the air and her eyes never deigning to leave Callisto’s form -- it was less out of fear and more out of unwanted self-preservation that she refused to let herself be sneaked up on; she might wish for death quietly but her reality was all kicking and screaming to keep alive.

“... you couldn’t drown me if you wanted.” there was a hint of fear in Echo’s voice -- or perhaps it was something more like a thrill -- and she scooted closer to the water with a tilt of her head, “What’re we playing with?”

[lcstecho]

heartlcssboy:

Peter’s eyes glazed over while he processed her words. He took for granted how easily he could get around that Peter so often forgot that others struggled with things like accessibility. Truly, he took for granted most things. It was hard not to when you lived eternally in a playground of your own making. The only struggles he ever encountered were ones he created himself to break up the tedium of his existence or the occasional challenge to his place at the top of the pecking order. While messy, those could only just be considered challenges. They were typically more of an inconvenience than anything else. 

Peter’s eyes focused back in on Echo. “Seems like if you really cared so much about getting up that way, you’d have figured it already.”

He could have told her he liked her resolve or some other hollow compliment but he wasn’t in the mood to coddle. And that’s what it would be. Coddling. He was never in the mood for coddling and if he caught someone else doing it, he was quick to put an end to it. “Do. Better.” There was no denying the presence of an edge in his voice now.

Peter was something of a mythical figure. Not just to she and the other Lost Boys, either; he was something tangible that somehow seemed other-worldly. Perhaps it was the time he spent away from them that made him seem so untouchable.

Or perhaps it was the fact that they all knew they didn’t matter to him...

Either way, her chin lifted again and she didn’t offer any retort; she’d learned long ago when to keep things to herself and when to speak up, and right now her words would serve nothing. There was a tightness in his body, like something coiled around his spine, and she wasn’t going to give him a reason to treat her poorly because of his bad mood. 

... though if we’re honest this probably still wouldn’t save her.

“I will do better, I promise.” Echo’s words weren’t hollow, and she seemed to try thrice as hard as anyone else to prove herself, often dealing with her own troubles without involving anyone else. Sometimes it worked out, and sometimes someone had to come to her rescue, but never was it Peter who would lift her up and take her to safety; she was nothing; she was an echo.

Her attention found his face again and she watched, her own expression unreadable as she looked for any kind of give away -- any kind of tell -- to cross his features.

[alanaofthelagoon]

It was not like Echo’s presence in the lagoon was surprising, but still, it felt like today she had stayed and observed for far longer than normal. Privately, Alana hoped that everything was okay with the girl, and that she wasn’t coming to the lagoon to escape. The curiosity and fascination the young girl exhibited towards the merfolk reminded her of days long past, of Nod’s first visits to the lagoon. She couldn’t help the surge of fondness that swelled within, both for the memories of that new beginning, as well as for the wild girl.

Alana was fonder of Echo and treated her with far more kindness than she should afford any of the Lost Boys. Still, she had seen the way Peter treated the poor girl, and it was far harsher than the independent girl deserved. But then again, Peter never treated anybody with the kindness they deserved, except for Wendy.

The mermaid raised an eyebrow at Echo’s words, making it abundantly clear that she did not believe the girl in the slightest. “I doubt you’ll find much worthy of stealing, little Echo.” The mermaid shook her head, before diving down, quickly grabbing some pearlescent shells, the trinkets glinting in the light. “The most you’ll find are these pretty little things.” She swam closer, gently laying them in front of Echo, making her offer clear. “Take them, there’s plenty more where that came from, and you can show the other Lost Boys, tell them you stole them from us savage merfolk.” With those words she bared her sharp teeth, creating a fearsome visage. 

@lcstecho - a continuation of this

[lcstecho]

A twitch along her spine sent a shiver along the back of her neck, and she quickly darted her gaze to and fro, trying to figure out what exactly it was that had made her so spooked. Unfortunately, she could find no one in the reeds or the water nearby besides she and Alana alone, and she had no reason to fear Alana.

As the shells were laid bare and offered to Echo as a trinket to be shown off and marveled at, Echo gave a lopsided smile, not quite what you’d expect from someone who spent so much time with the savage Lost Boys, but it was true that beneath it all Echo still very much felt like she could be something softer if she were afforded the chance.

... though she never would be.

“They’ll prolly see right through me, but it’s a nice gesture anyway, yuh?” Echo reached out to take a few prime shells and tucked them into various parts and pockets on her person; she had learned long ago how to keep things hidden and safe, since she had no ability to do so herself. 

Some people would have been insulted by Alana’s offer, but Echo appreciated it. She could count on one hand the number of people on and around the island that actually gave a hoot about her, and Alana was one of them; you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

“I should get back but I don’t wanna yet... what’re you up to?”

[lcstecho]

@enchcnting continued from x

The words would have been harsh to most people, but Echo had been on the Island long enough to know that the merfolk enjoyed their games. There was truth in Callisto’s words; it was likely that if he got bored enough Peter might get rid of her or, possibly, even feed her to the merpeople. But she had a smile on her lips instead and offered, almost too calmly, “He seems much happier lately, maybe he’s done with all of us.”

She could almost see the entire island up in flames instead of just one concentrated spot, and it brought a twisted smile to her lips. Her eyes cut back to Callisto, jabbing her tongue out, “You’d be bored without me, the boys don’t play right.”

[lcstecho]

heartlcssboy:

Peter stayed silent with his arms crossed, staring at her like he was sizing her up for a stretch. He’d been less loud and rambunctious since the ice had covered the island. Before the winter spell he would have shrugged off the injury, laughed loudly at her incompetence and told her to try harder if she didn’t want to end up as fish food next time. He would have been on his way to the next distraction with eager enthusiasm and forgotten all about the exchange. He was slower now, more focused and calculating when it came to everything. 

In that moment, as he often did, Peter was wondering what he’d been thinking in bringing Echo to the island. Sure enough, she hadn’t slowed down the other Lost Boys or really done anything else of offense, but she was trouble and he knew it. He couldn’t look at her and not think back to Sal. Sal, who had fooled them all for so long. She’d fit so well into what a Lost Boy was meant to be, but she saw too much. She was too intuitive. Thinking of Sal only made him want to tear Hook to ribbons. Which he would never do. It would be an act of mercy. For the both of them. Jamie didn’t deserve mercy. 

He snapped out of his reprieve with a shake of his head. “If you know it’s never clean, you shouldn’t have slid in the first place. Do better next time.” 

It was a charitable response all things considered. He could have thrown something at her, made her use her wounded hand to deflect it, made her spar against him and targeted the weakness. But those options, veiled as toughening up his group for their sake, which would have usually brought him immense joy, fell flat.

There was a retort that caught in her throat, knowing far too well that sometimes insolence meant you got more than just harsh words from Peter. It wasn’t that he was overtly or overly violent towards his Lost Boys, but it wasn’t as if he took insolence well and he wasn’t about to let anyone get away with disrespecting him, regardless of their position. She was almost sure that half of the Lost Boys had had something rude they’d wanted to say to Peter one time or another, but most of them kept it under their hats and took it out on each other instead. 

Peter might have appreciated the boldness had one of them actually said something, as it would give him something new to do, but at the same time he’d hate to think he was losing his hold, so instead most of them knew to keep their mouth shuts. 

She reformulated the reply in her head and spoke clearly and loudly enough to be heard, refusing to shy away from his heated gaze and disapproval, “I have to keep trying the dirty boat because if we ever need to truly get on board it won’t be an easy task for us. Eventually I’ll know exactly how to get up the side of those slick slats and we’ll be all the better for it. I refuse to give up.”

Echo had very few things going for her, but her determination was one of them.

[lcstecho]

@neverland-flint continued from here

Flint, she felt, was the only person to ever truly care for her. If she were asked she’d tell a story of parents she decided to leave because they were smothering her (but only when Peter wasn’t around to correct her; it depended on his mood but she didn’t want him upset or her to be undermined in such a thing,) and a want to live free. She’d built an image as the girl who’d almost replaced Wendy, though she’d never said a word of that to anyone, it was just so rare for a female Lost Boy that people had made their own assumptions, but the truth of it was...

... she had never, ever felt loved in her entire life.

Flint had taken her under his wing nigh-immediately and given her something to care for, to latch to so she could survive on the island. Most of the other Lost Boys hadn’t cared for her much in the beginning in any stretch of the word, but she’d found a home in Flint and was viciously protective of him because of it. It had caused fights between she and other Lost Boys, as well as fae and merfolk that had shown an interest in her brother.

He worried about her wounds -- the ones she could never explain, the broken bones and cuts that seemed to come as if from nowhere as if she’d been on some kind of expedition on her own and not told anyone -- and also about her overall mental well-being. She’d starve if it weren’t for Flint, most likely, but neither of them would ever say that out loud. You don’t give voice to something so precious, not in Neverland; it’s the best way to lose it.

“My bones are jus’... tremblin’, y’know? It’s nothin’...” Sometimes, she’d affect more of an accent, deciding that being a part of the uneducated felt better than being the smartest person in the room -- not that she truly thought she was, she just knew some things that others didn’t, mind you -- and she felt comfort in her pretend.

That was what Neverland was all about, right? Pretending? Acting as if you’d found something new and whole instead of being trapped in a nightmare of someone else’s making. Sometimes she’d wondered what had driven Peter so hard to this sort of insanity, but the thought melted in her brain immediately by her own power of suggestion.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me, yeah? How about you? Aren’t you worried about us being this far from camp for too long?” Why would that be something to worry about? Mostly because on an Island where you had nothing to do, rumours tended to fly as quickly as Tink towards Peter’s waiting form; it was eerie.

[heartlcssboy]

The worst part about bringing people to the island was having to deal with them dying. It seemed like the Lost Boys were always getting injured or sick and Peter had never had any patience for the sounds they’d make as they expired: groaning, coughing, wheezing, moaning. It grated on his nerves. He’d order someone to shut them up and if they weren’t successful with their far too kind approach, the next time his boys were away from the camp, Peter would double back and shut them up himself.

Anytime he noticed an injury, and most went utterly unnoticed by him, his first thought was whether or not it was worth it to listen to the inevitable racket when infection set in or if it was kinder to everyone to end it sooner. He was having such a thought, looking down at Echo now.

The severities of injuries were lost on the boy who healed so quickly. But to her credit, Peter couldn’t recall Echo whining in the past…He’d let it go for the time being.

“How’d you do it?” Everything in the way he asked suggested that it was some kind of test. 

@lcstecho - continued from here.

[lcstecho]

Most of her time since she’d met the boy (man? he felt more like a man now) had been wrapped up in how best to impress him. Initially she’d felt like he could actually care for her, not only as a person but as a girl, but that had faded quickly when she’d failed to meet some unseen standard set by Wendy Darling.

Since then it had been an uphill battle for her to even matter to Peter, and as much as she was fine with where she was (growing up was gross and her parents were neglectful, so nuts to that) she still felt a pang of regret that she hadn’t been able to be what Peter had wanted -- what he had needed.

Now it was all about showing that she could survive, she could be the best Lost Boy he had, regardless of what that meant for everyone else (or her own well-being) and so broken bones, scrapes, cuts, and injuries were a thing she’d learned to power through. A more abusive relationship with boy her other Lost Boys and the Island itself had found her, but she denied anything remotely being true to that; this was paradise, after all.

“I was playin’ tricks on the pirates again and they never clean their stupid boat so I slid down the slime on the side and bent my finger back all the way.” A moment’s pause as she shot a glance at Peter, then lifted her chin high into the air and set her jaw, “Barely hurts, stupid pirates.”

It was the truth, but she knew it wouldn’t please him. Nothing she’d say would have pleased him unless she’d somehow found a way to make Wendy love him or killed Hook (though she wasn’t even sure that would make him happy, Hook felt almost as important to him as Wendy did, though she’d never let Peter know she knew that.)

[lcstecho]

"Why are you still here?"

Another question to catch Echo off-guard from one of the merfolk; why was she still there? Crap, she’d been so sure she’d been hiding well enough to be missed. The Lost Boys often came down to catch sight of the Mermaids and their people, but they were very rarely stealthy about it. They’d get caught, they’d have a nice game of cat and mouse with each other, then they’d leave.

Echo, however, fascinated with the beauty and grace of these other women – a thing she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d have ever had had she been allowed to grow up (not that she wanted to! Gross, uck, that life was awful!) – and be in awe.

She’d settle into reeds and grass and mud, mucking up the very thin threads of the clothes she still had and eye them from afar. Alana had popped up out of nowhere to ask the question, and briefly Echo thought maybe she wasn’t at good at the stealth thing as she’d originally thought.

“I uh…” No stuttering, Echo, you’re a lost boy, “I was gonna steal some stuff! Unfortunately for you I’m too busy to do that! Hah!”

Good cover, Echo. Good… uh… cover.

[lcstecho]

“ I don’t want to say I’ve told you so but … I kinda did. “

“In my defense, you say it a lot and I’m starting t’think you LOVE saying it.” Echo stuck her tongue out at Flint, pushing aside the pain that shot through her leg and the fact that her entire body was now vibrating with the force of her collision with the ground; jumping from the highest tree they could possibly climb within their Lost Boy enclosure had seemed such a good idea at the time.

… the fact that she could swear she felt hairline fractures in most of her bones now would prove otherwise, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, “Besides! I survived, so you owe me at least three pieces of candy the next time we get our hands on some. You promised!”

Flint hated those kinds of bets, because it made it seem as if he was betting on her lack of survival, but he’d play along because it was a good way to give Echo things without her feeling like it was charity.

Her body tipped to lean against him and she made a very tiny noise of pain – a thing she would never let escape around one of the other Lost Boys, and especially not around Peter – and allowed herself a moment to feel sorry for all her pain, “… It did hurt, though.”

[lcstecho]

“ Would you please just let me take a closer look? “

It was unfair of Echo to be so rude to Wendy all the time; it wasn’t as if Wendy had asked to be the only thing in the world that seemed to matter to Peter. Even as much as Pan said that he cared for his Lost Boys (however rare that exclamation might be) deep underneath it all Echo knew they were just fodder at this point.

He’d searched all his life for Wendy, both before he met her and after, and somehow the Lost Boys had just become a brief, slight entertainment to the man they all showed utmost loyalty to.

It still wasn’t Wendy’s fault, though, so even as her face turned sour and she glared at Wendy, she gave a slow frown and mumbled, “It’s just a scratch, you’re not my mom.”

[lcstecho]

“Do I scare you?”

There was a sort of audacity in that question that was half of the reason for Echo’s utter and complete fascination with the merfolk. It was borderline unhealthy the way she’d sometimes spent hours sneaking off to watch them as they played in the water and seemed to, in some ways, have better relationships with each other than she or any of the Lost Boys ever had.

Well, minus she and Flint.

But at the sudden appearance of Callisto in the water and the question which caught her off-guard, she could do nothing but steel her jaw and lift her chin, nose in the air, “I’m not afraid of anything.”

She was afraid of many things, and Callisto and her people ranked among that, whether she let it show or not.

[lcstecho]

"What happened? You look awful!"

She jerked herself upright at the voice – she’d come to both love and loathe the sound of Peter’s voice, though generally that depended on his mood – and let her gaze slowly find the position where Peter stood. 

She was wrapping one of her fingers – one of the ones on her left hand, already so damaged, stiff, and destroyed, but again now broken – and gave a small shrug, unsure of if his attention to her was because of actual concern or need for entertainment otherwise. 

Echo had no desire to let Peter think she was weak, or to think that she didn’t belong, so she set her jaw and mumbled, “It’s just a little thing, I’ll be fine.” 

She cut herself off before the words ‘don’t worry about me’ could leave her lips. He wouldn’t, he hadn’t, he couldn’t, and she didn’t think she could take the look on his face if he knew that she wanted him to so desperately. 

It was unclear whether Echo’s obsession with Peter was solely because of a desperate need for his approval or if she’d somehow come to grow feelings for him, but nothing was said then; she just continued to tie up her broken finger and glower.

[memeyourrp]

SENTENCE STARTERS (life-threatening/dangerous situations)

“ Thank you, but I could’ve done it myself somehow. “ “ I seriously don’t know what I would’ve done without you … “ “ So, that’s your thing, huh? Risking your life saving strangers? “ “ That was close! “ “ Do you realize how crazy that was? You could’ve get yourself hurt! “ “ That was fun! Let’s do it again sometime! “ “ There’s no way I’m going back in there! “ “ Wait! You can’t just leave me like this! “ “ It hurts… P-please… just make it end… “ “ I thought I’d never see you again! “ “ Thank god, you’re alive! “ “ I thought you were dead! “ “ You! Don’t you EVER do that again! “ “ Why are you still here? “ “ Just leave already … “ “ Can we please just keep moving? “ “ Why are you always so damn stubborn? “ “ And that’s exactly the kind of attitude, that’s going to get you/us killed. “ “ I don’t want to say I’ve told you so but … I kinda did. “ “ Don’t you remember? “ “ What happened? You look awful! “ “ Would you please just let me take a closer look? “ “ It’s nothing. I’m fine! “ “ Take it off! I can’t help you, if I can’t see it. “ “ We’re going to die. Simple as that. “ “ Just… stay still! It won’t take long. “ “ This might hurt a little… “ “ Please don’t die on me! “ “ Get it off your mind! I’m not leaving you behind! “ “ Don’t move! I’m going to get help! “ “ So, I guess that’s it. There’s no way out of here. “ “ We’re stuck! Give it up already! “ “ We’ll find a way. We always do. “ “ WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! “ “ Please tell me that’s not your blood! “ “ You’re bleeding! “