› prompts from rachel gillig's novel the knight and the moth (2025). feel free to tweak as you see fit , bartholomew.
❛ you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you. ❜
❛ when you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. ❜
❛ we all want to be special.”
❛ what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. ❜
❛ which is more intricate? the designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men? ❜
❛ people who love you for your usefulness don't love you at all. ❜
❛ you want to throw me down. ❜
❛ i, prideful, disdainful, godless. ❜
❛ i want to drag you into the dirt with me. ❜
❛ you know this story, (name,) though you do not remember it. ❜
❛ to tell a story is in part to tell a lie, isn't it? ❜
❛ it's hard to see who i am when i am lost in what's expected of me. ❜
❛ fear not, (name!) every day has its dog. ❜
❛ if you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly? ❜
❛ it is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one. ❜
❛ take my hand, you strange little creature. ❜
❛ it sounds awful when i say it out loud. ❜
❛ you are more special than you realize. ❜
❛ i would do anything for you. ❜
❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜
❛ i was losing my faith in everything. ❜
❛ the two of us meeting… it felt almost divine. ❜
❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜
❛ did anyone see me fall? ❜
❛ i want someone to see me. ❜
❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜
❛ i’ll do anything you ask of me. ❜
❛ if i were beside myself, there would be two of me ❜
❛ oh, (name.) he's dreamy. ❜
❛ do you want to know how it ends? ❜
❛ it ends when you kiss me. ❜
❛ why do we do these things to ourselves? ❜
❛ you’re an incomparable fiend, (name.) a truly accomplished asshole. ❜
❛ i’d like you better if you were on your back again. ❜
❛ it is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings. ❜
❛ am i all that you imagined? ❜
❛ your hands are marked by the blood of my metamorphosis. ❜
❛ whatever my soul was made of was frail. ❜
❛ violence is a craft. so is compassion. ❜
❛ no is a sufficient answer. ❜
❛ anger is a fine weapon. ❜
❛ i will shoulder any weight you give me. ❜
❛ would that things were different. ❜
❛ i think i would like to stop promising myself away, or else there will be nothing left of me to give. ❜
❛ i don’t know why i say the things i do. ❜