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𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

[plaguedocere]

if you're reading this... how did you get here, first of all.

second of all, this is an extremely selective, friends-only julian devorak of the arcana. / review my multi carrd for rules for now.

in midst of replaying his route. currently on the chariot book, chapter two. sideblog to @foolsdeath. / written by persephone / ronnie.

icon template by superesources, && psd is an older psd by 000-psd.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angsty  dialogue  prompts  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

[angelsflatline]

dark eyes observe julian's work as the doctor begins to work on his arm, until julian speaks. at that, roland's gaze flicks over to him, before he allows a slight smirk to ease on his features.

of course he only got away with a simple arm burn. but then, he'd lowered his guard far too much, gotten too cocky. still, it did look like the burn was influential for angela to select another floor for today's next round. now, the general works' floor was freed up.

"i might not be as light-footed as the girls, but it'll take more than a burn to take me down." roland's shoulders relax, submitting to julian's touches as he wraps his arm.

it's almost peaceful whenever julian patches him up, but that feeling in the back of his mind almost made his heart sink. the comfort he felt with julian was similar to that of...

"angela mentioned she wanted to get some pages for malkuth from these guys, so she's probably sent that floor out…"

he wasn't going to compare julian to angelica. he couldn't. there was no way roland could do that, not when he was at the doorstep of finally completing his revenge.

[plaguedocere]

julian knew that they were most likely not there to stay... && even if not... well, he wasn't ignorant of his growing feelings toward roland, && completely aware of how it would be completely inappropriate to pursue anything with roland, with... you know, grieving his dead wife.

with a quick blink, he tries to put those thoughts to bed again, before wrapping up roland's arm.

"well, that's that. just, ah, don't mess with it too much." he slips his gloves back on, in a somewhat dramatic fashion. it helped try to banish most of those thoughts better left unsaid, "&& since we've escaped another battle... relax for a bit. call it doctor's orders."

an easy smile falls onto his lips again, something he admits was hard to comeby ever since he had arrived here. he could always think about those other things when, well, he had the time.

[plaguedocere]

( showed @angelsflatline a picture of the hanged man && she asked "okay... but why the shibari though?..." && i just. look i don't want nor need to explain. )

[angelsflatline]

@foolsdeath asked: you need to slow down. ( gives u julian )

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"c'mon, i'm not that out of shape, am i?" roland's grin is easygoing, even as he offers up his burned arm. the library could revive everyone, but it seemed to heal much faster after julian took a look at their wounds. it was a strange phenomenon, but angela had said that it was due to the medical treatments that helped speed up the process, so roland could trust in that.

( after all, it seemed to prove itself true. unlike... )

the thought is discarded as his smile fades, even as those dark eyes look over the doctor. "but what about you? you might be in the back and all, but they seemed to be targeting you pretty often. we almost couldn't keep up with those guys."

[plaguedocere]

some days were harder than others stuck inside the library, especially with the seemingly endless battles he now seemed to find himself in. he didn't find himself useless though, still being able to patch everyone up... even if it wasn't where he saw himself before he got her, he did admit it gave him something to do. he could still call himself a doctor after all.

he did have to admit, he would like everyone to have far, far fewer injuries if he could help it.

"ah, don't worry about me." julian speaks, as he works on roland's arm, "i, ah, well... i was in good hands." sure, he was a tad bit distressed at the moment, but now that they were out of the woods && he could properly think clearly... the damage would have quickly been healed anyway.

...ignoring the fact he'd then have to explain exactly how that happened, as he wasn't sure if simply blaming it on the library would work on everyone.

"either way, i'm more concerned about you && the others. you were lucky to make it out of there with just an arm burn, from the looks of it."