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【 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗪 】

private. selective. unaffiliated cyno from genshin impact.

crossover and au friendly.

est. 22.01.23. penned by saint

other blogs: @haereses

#dni #ooc

@pantaloane said:

can you behave

only if there are treats.

#pantaloane #ic #[asksanswered]#crack

ppurikachi

Cyno

#VISAGE

ninebow

To say that the current circumstances were unconventional would have been a vast understatement. Cyno could clearly recall their last meeting, as well as the great wave of apprehension that accompanied every encounter with the Harbinger in question. No good news could come of his presence, and Cyno knew better than to even begin to think that any offer to assist on his part would come without its own slew of later CONSEQUENCES.

What he also explicitly understood was the awkward position he found himself in. While his injuries wouldn't be immediately fatal ( surely he'd survived far worse in the past ) , they were potent and complicated enough to confer a measure of complexity when it came down to trying to figure out a way back to proper help while he was still stranded in relative isolation, out amongst the remote sands where few ever dared to traverse.

So here he found himself, up between a rock and a hard place; offered a compromise no individual of any proper reason or sanity would ever even consider taking on.

Cyno made a renewed and feeble attempt to prop himself up, sit, roll over - the weight of the Doctor's presence was perturbing enough without having to hear him SPEAK - and succeeded only in moving a few inches off the now bloody and soiled patch of sand he'd woken up upon before collapsing heavily again, sharp pain blossoming from his wounds anew, a steady and oozing trickle of fresh blood marking his futile path.

"... There are fates worse than death, Doctor. I know better than to accept your altruism at face value. What would you have in return?"

fatedevour

What a pathetic waste of energy. It is something that the other should be cautious of ; that limited resource when the very life essence that fuels that energy spills upon the sands they're born onto. But it is rather in line with nature ; animals of all sorts often thrash around when injured despite the net negative that such actions are likely to cause. It seems the General Mahamatra is no different in that regard.

" Indeed there are. " Such is a statement of fact and therefor nothing worth downplaying. ( Even if many others would either for their goal or out of sheer ignorance to the cruel realities this world was capable of. )

This is progress.

Dottore allows a light smile to tug upon his lips, though the fire casts the shadows of his mask deeper and darker than they otherwise would be. " Rest assured, I had no intentions of deceiving you to the nature of this transaction. You'll find I'm rather UPFRONT about such matters. " Unlike some Harbingers he could name who liked silk-coated words and charm to obscure true intentions. " It would waste both our time and it is tedious. " This was a simple transaction ; his aid comes with a cost.

" I don't intend to dissect you or otherwise ham you, rest assured. You're far more valuable alive and well. " It should be somewhat comforting, but it isn't. Having the Doctor's interest is always a PRECIOUS AND DANGEROUS SPOT to reside in. " Consider it a clinical observation. I am aware of the Ba fragments. This is, naturally, a rare opportunity for me to see how well the body can endure amongst other things. I want to study it. " And find more. But that was a subject for his OWN thoughts.

ninebow

“Ah.” Cyno made a noise that landed somewhere between a gurgle and a laugh; a grimace to meet the Doctor's smile. It wouldn’t have been a stretch to say that he’d been expecting nothing less. Perhaps there was a mercy in his CANDOUR, a kindness in being spared the grievance of being made to jump through hoops in order to glean the underlying truth. He was no stranger to the hunger in his gaze, that probing species of inquisition that had hung over him in his childhood and taken shape as the many-faced silhouette of the Akademiya body of researchers, covetous to the point of blasphemy.

“You are not the first to harbour such inquiry.” Cyno hissed the words through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, narrowed eyes never leaving his face. In the idle flicker of the firelight that framed him, the Harbinger's features became distorted - like an oasis shimmering in the distance, a spectre flitting in and out along the borders of awareness, haunting the lost and unwary.

“…though you may be the first I am unable to refuse OUTRIGHT.”

There could be no masquerading in this scenario, no cleverly crafted lie or piece of trickery that might obscure his undeniable vulnerability where he lay, a carcass beneath a discerning vulture’s talons and beady-eyed scrutiny. Here, the illusion of choice was little more than a clever construct of courtesy - a bitter truth known to the both of them.

Though far from ideal, such an investigation admittedly wasn’t without its own benefits. The power that dwelt within him was poorly understood, and anecdotal evidence of the subjective sort could only ever get one so far when it came to trouble-shooting, or trying to define its nebulous borders.

To that very point, absorbing the second fragment hadn’t been without its risks and ensuing consequences, all of which he’d come to endure firsthand.

“The fragments are INCORPOREAL in their current state. In being taken up, they MERGE themselves thoroughly with the being of the host. Without a specialized approach, I’m afraid your analyses may yield only data of very little value.”

#fatedevour #ic

what's that in your mouth?

chewing faster.

#ic #dashchatter #//do u know the meme. u know the meme.

ninebow

Any foray into the desert could be considered a TREACHEROUS affair, certainly so to the caravans and research parties that ventured into its dunes on a semi-regular basis, and even moreso to those stupid enough to go alone. It was a lawless land, governed neither by its people, its native beasts or its ruthless weather. It was for this very reason that it remained an unforgiving landscape, an immortal entity that had carved itself into the BARREN swathes of Teyvat and ensconced itself there like a beast demanding its ransom of blood.

Cyno had been born in the desert, a true child of the sands and all its silence and old gods. Though he had come to find his niche within the rainforests, his roots remained secure and unchanging. All that said, the desert was IMPARTIAL, showing no mercy to even her own children.

There was a near imperceptible shiver of energy in the air as he blinked awake, a ripple like a lightning storm passing over and turning the air briefly to ozone. He roused to the lasting sting of his injuries, each gouge and rent blazing with the telltale ACID pulse of abyssal contamination. Each wound had been seeded with such an unfortunate combination - the corrosive ache of the alien and DEEP, alongside a potent toxin carried upon an assortment of fine, barbed stings. It all culminated into a heady cocktail that would have lethally felled any lesser individual.

Even now, it was only the innate pulse of Electro and the tenuous heartbeat of an ancient blessing that had him - sick, exhausted, nauseous; just scraping the surface three degrees from dead - ALIVE. His limbs remained leaden - the air around the fire may as well have weighed more than five men - pain radiated from his injuries, and his throat was parched and hoarse as if he’d tried to swallow a sandstorm whole.

“H-Harbinger.”

Unable to organise his faculties sufficiently to coordinate the monumental effort it would require to push himself up, his fingers curled in lieu of any meaningful attempt, digging into the soft, cool sand beneath him. His gut roiled, his breathing pitching to something rapid and erratic, his mind still drifting hazily in and out of consciousness.

"... aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

fatedevour

What an unexpectedly interesting turn of events. It was a shame it had interrupted his ORIGINAL intentions of returning to his homeland, but he was not opposed to a detour when something of interest appeared before him. AND WHAT AN OPPORTUNITY THIS WAS. He could hardly name any who would still survive all that had befallen the other even just upon a cursory glance. What a resilient test subject he would make. But there were far more factors than only that to consider. Namely the consequences that might occur should such be discovered.

" Oh? Now that's a rather unusual address. " Not that it was wrong, but rarely was he addressed with Harbinger as the title.

Dottore stands up and crosses over stone and sand to crouch down beside Cyno. He does nothing for a moment, the silence and stillness OPPRESSIVE in their weight that neither offers nor betrays the doctor's intentions. It's vulture-like ; like how they watch from afar the disasters and brutality that unfold beneath their wings yet rarely do anything to intervene. Then he reaches under the lapels of his coat and pulls out a water canteen.

" It seems your humor is intact as well. " That was a bit of a shame but not something that was unexpected. Coherency, however, was another matter entirely when the other displayed signs of struggling consciousness.

Now what to do? The current state of the other is naturally more advantageous to him - be it to seize an opportunity or leave the other to suffer and perish. On the other hand, there are potential benefits to extending a hand regardless of if it is accepted or not. The desert is cruel, and Dottore shares the same penchant for it as his birthland. But he knows opportunities are not to be dismissed so easily.

" Do you want treatment? " He poses the question with the typical clinical detachment he is known for. " I would recommend it given your present state. But if the throws of agony are more to your taste, then suit yourself. " It matters not to him. He unscrews the water canteen top and takes a sip of it while he waits for the answer.

ninebow

To say that the current circumstances were unconventional would have been a vast understatement. Cyno could clearly recall their last meeting, as well as the great wave of apprehension that accompanied every encounter with the Harbinger in question. No good news could come of his presence, and Cyno knew better than to even begin to think that any offer to assist on his part would come without its own slew of later CONSEQUENCES.

What he also explicitly understood was the awkward position he found himself in. While his injuries wouldn't be immediately fatal ( surely he'd survived far worse in the past ) , they were potent and complicated enough to confer a measure of complexity when it came down to trying to figure out a way back to proper help while he was still stranded in relative isolation, out amongst the remote sands where few ever dared to traverse.

So here he found himself, up between a rock and a hard place; offered a compromise no individual of any proper reason or sanity would ever even consider taking on.

Cyno made a renewed and feeble attempt to prop himself up, sit, roll over - the weight of the Doctor's presence was perturbing enough without having to hear him SPEAK - and succeeded only in moving a few inches off the now bloody and soiled patch of sand he'd woken up upon before collapsing heavily again, sharp pain blossoming from his wounds anew, a steady and oozing trickle of fresh blood marking his futile path.

"... There are fates worse than death, Doctor. I know better than to accept your altruism at face value. What would you have in return?"

#fatedevour #ic

ohisms

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)

→ 𝐈 . GENERAL

❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .

→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST

❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .

→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE

❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .

→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT

❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].

→ 𝐕 . NSFW

❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .

🌱 ⚖️

♢ — @ninebow said: 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver . EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS: 100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS !

He never has held any fondness to the rainforests or their cities. It provided excellent opportunities for scientific research, this much could be acknowledged without difficulty. But on a personal manner, he never has been fond of it - it loathed him and he reciprocated such feelings. If that were not enough, it was more of a nuisance. THE DESERT HAS ALWAYS BEEN FOND OF ITS SECRETS. It barely offered anything up from the mounds of sand, and with its vastness and cruelty towards survival, one was generally left alone to it. ( Provided one could continue to survive. ) But the rainforests and its cities were constantly under surveillance. IT WAS NOT IMPOSSIBLE TO AVOID ; merely an inconvenience that left Dottore less than thrilled. Fortunately, he had no intentions of paying a visit to the city that so despised him when it was the desert he needed.

Even in the darkness illuminated only by the false moon above, Dottore can spot something odd on the dunes. SOMETHING THAT SHOULDN'T BE THERE, which invites the curious to investigate and see what might be revealed. Well, he is in no rush. It only takes a few moments to stride over to the object and crouch down beside it. ( No doubt a terrifying sight to behold with the eerie blue glow of the ornaments upon his person. )

" It seems I am not the one who needed protection in the desert, General Mahamatra. " Dottore remarks into the cooling night air despite his own ears being the only ones to hear his words. His gloved hand reaches out towards the throat, pressing against the carotid artery to check not for if there was pulse (he could see the chest rising and falling), but for the strength of it to determine his next move. Leave him to die or take another course of action?

It would be easy in this moment. To crush the throat, or pierce through major arteries so death would come in seconds. Not out of malicious hatred, but either troublesomeness or simply because survival was NOT POSSIBLE. Alas, such was not the case. Cyno would presumably survive just fine, assuming neither beast nor man decided to intervene. BUT WHAT TO DO? Dottore's first instinct is to simply leave. He is not required to help and there will be none to tell of his presence. Even the sands would likely have shifted to conceal the footprints.

But... intervening could be of great benefit to both himself and the Fatui - much like his younger segment's intervention in Mondstadt years ago. A debt to be repaid in the future. It was, by logic, the best course of action to take despite his disinterest in that course of action. Nonetheless, a decision has been reached.

It takes little effort for him to hoist up the other to move to more suitable grounds in the desert or start a fire to ward off the night chill to keep the UNLUCKY MAHAMATRA warm. He can't feel it, but he remembers how cold the desert could get at night in contrast to the scorching heat of the day. All life signs indicate stability despite being worse for wear, so Dottore does little to intervene on that front - it wasn't as if he came to offer aid to anyone. It is only when the other stirs that his masked visage moves from sitting opposite the fire crafted upon old ruins where shelter from winds was possible if the winds picked up.

" Returning to the land of consciousness? Good. At least it seems your mental faculties are not compromised either in that regards. " Waking up was at least step one.

ninebow

Any foray into the desert could be considered a TREACHEROUS affair, certainly so to the caravans and research parties that ventured into its dunes on a semi-regular basis, and even moreso to those stupid enough to go alone. It was a lawless land, governed neither by its people, its native beasts or its ruthless weather. It was for this very reason that it remained an unforgiving landscape, an immortal entity that had carved itself into the BARREN swathes of Teyvat and ensconced itself there like a beast demanding its ransom of blood.

Cyno had been born in the desert, a true child of the sands and all its silence and old gods. Though he had come to find his niche within the rainforests, his roots remained secure and unchanging. All that said, the desert was IMPARTIAL, showing no mercy to even her own children.

There was a near imperceptible shiver of energy in the air as he blinked awake, a ripple like a lightning storm passing over and turning the air briefly to ozone. He roused to the lasting sting of his injuries, each gouge and rent blazing with the telltale ACID pulse of abyssal contamination. Each wound had been seeded with such an unfortunate combination - the corrosive ache of the alien and DEEP, alongside a potent toxin carried upon an assortment of fine, barbed stings. It all culminated into a heady cocktail that would have lethally felled any lesser individual.

Even now, it was only the innate pulse of Electro and the tenuous heartbeat of an ancient blessing that had him - sick, exhausted, nauseous; just scraping the surface three degrees from dead - ALIVE. His limbs remained leaden - the air around the fire may as well have weighed more than five men - pain radiated from his injuries, and his throat was parched and hoarse as if he’d tried to swallow a sandstorm whole.

“H-Harbinger.”

Unable to organise his faculties sufficiently to coordinate the monumental effort it would require to push himself up, his fingers curled in lieu of any meaningful attempt, digging into the soft, cool sand beneath him. His gut roiled, his breathing pitching to something rapid and erratic, his mind still drifting hazily in and out of consciousness.

"... aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

#fatedevour #ic

@drolliic replied:

Stares right back. He's been missed greatly by a certain forest ranger.

" Missed me? I would've thought you'd be a better shot with all the time you spend with that bow. "

#drolliic #ic #dashchatter

apocryphis

@ninebow said: Nudges Alhaitham. "Pass the ajilenakh nuts."

Flopped on the couch next to Cyno, al-Haitham turns his head to look at him, then to the other side to look at the bowl of ajilenakh nuts on the small table next to him. A beat of silence passes. Then, the scribe picks a nut from the bowl, looks back at Cyno, and continues to stare as he pops it into his mouth.

"No."

ninebow

Injustice.

Those are their Ajilenakh nuts. How dare he make such an ARDENT attempt to withhold them? He stretches out and steps meaningfully on his toes.

#apocryphis #ic #//meanie.

A small headcanon of mine is that the reason why Cyno loves his tahchin is because the dish was what Cyrus served him on the first night he brought him into his home. There's a lot of nostalgia associated with the dish that he finds remarkably difficult to shake.

#ooc #[analysis]

Watching. Sipping idly from a cup of wine.

#ic #[status]#//woofs appreciatively #//dusts the dust off of cyno

apocryphis-a

@ninebow said: sits in the shade of an ajilenakh nut tree. drinks a couple sips of water from his flask. crosses and uncrosses his legs. polishes his vision. thinks about alhaitham.

Talk about the devil, and he shall appear. In the smoldering heat of Sumeru's summer, there is no more desirable reading spot than the shade of an ajilenakh nut tree on the way back from a brief expedition in the desert. Especially when the General Mahamatra in person seems to have been purposefully placed under this very same tree, right on his way back to the city, as though a little trick orchestrated by a fate he does not believe in.

Al-Haitham pushes back the hood of his cloak and steps off the road to drop under the shade of the tree, right next to Cyno, and sweeps his flask from his side, taking a few gulps of much needed water (without asking permission, of course - sharing is caring after all). Then, at last - he leans to press a kiss to the General's cheek.

Home sweet home.

ninebow

Long days beneath the desert's merciless sun bereft of all comfort beyond that of the most preliminary sense - Cyno was used to it. His most recent undertaking had brought him far beyond the Wall of Samiel and into the endless dunes beyond, seeking the answer to an unresolved disappearance case that had marked itself like a BLIGHT upon the archives of the Mahamata for something close to a decade.

He'd set off four weeks ago, spending the better part of two months mired in the unfeeling sands and vicious gales of the Gavireh Lajavard, with no company aside from the chittering of scorpions and the occasional yelp-scream of a wayward Hilichurl.

There were times when he yearned for the desert, when the dormant ties of his ancestry overpowered his every DESIRE to maintain the life he'd lived within Sumeru City for so long and sought the open skies and rolling sands. But return eventually he must, and here he was - a new dossier of information compiled and a ceaseless hankering for the city renewed in his heart.

Cyno glanced up lazily; he'd recognized the rhythm of his footsteps before he'd come even within earshot. That said, even he could not push the tinge of delight from his voice.

"Fancy seeing you here."

"Now was this a demonstration of true SERENDIPITY or did Lord Kusanali send you?"

#apocryphis #ic #//THE BOYS ARE BACK!!!!

inkantigen

#visage #apocryphis

@lorendiel said:

❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ // from PANTS :D

There was something borderline COMEDIC about the way the visiting Snezhnayan diplomat proved himself utterly incapable of coping in the heat. Cyno wouldn't say he'd exactly enjoyed watching as he'd led him - sweating - through the bustling streets of Port Ormos and up the winding staircases of the Akademiya, but the image had ultimately brought a extra little joy into his day.

" Fine. But you'd better be able to handle some SPICE. "

#lorendiel #ic #[asksanswered]

rpclefairy

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

from this generator.

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜

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