never trust the truth.

the truth thinks that you OWE IT something. ( INDIE MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF )

[riteofdawn]

so my last post on this blog huh

[princesshalfdemon]

i’m not like other girls. i don’t die when i’m killed

[riteofdawn]

❛ i really should get a sense of humor ❜

NOT HERE.

the night’s quieted down by now, the tavern’s usual customers slinking off to their rooms as soon as the alcohol became too much for them. molly has no such qualms yet, maintaining his usual demeanor even as the rest of the nien start to filter out of the main dining area. he’s left with just yasha at their secluded corner table, not saying anything in particular until she offers up this dillema.

molly hums slightly, the sound echoing off the inside of his tankard before he lets it fall back onto the table again. of course he’d noticed her being quiet while the rest of the group had swapped stories and laughed back and forth with each other, but that’s just yasha being yasha.

“you’ve got a sense of humor,” he chips, happily patting her on the arm as an attempt at reassurance. “i’ve seen you laugh before! although...yeah, maybe it’s been a while.”

these people are so strange in their own ways, a specific kind of strange that’s not unwelcome, but clearly different from the carnival.

“everyone’s got different things that they find funny. for you, maybe it’s not this group. doesn’t mean that you’re the one who needs fixing.” molly shrugs to dismiss his own statement in case it doesn’t make sense, shutting himself up with another drink. “trust me, you’re fine”

[anxietyproblem]

[viktormaru]

Decided to repaint my first Critical Role fanart (and just in time for cr’s return! would you look at that!).

Mollymauk’s life lessons have been speaking to me a lot lately, and I’ve been taking it all to heart. It’s made me a bit happier for sure, and so has this show. 

Shine bright, circus man

[riteofdawn]

❛ you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself ❜

NOT HERE.

the evening is clear, warm, and much too humid for mollymauk’s taste. the mosquitoes are about as numerous as the fireflies at this time of night, and they seem to have developed a taste for infernal blood within the past few hours. his ears twitch every time one buzzes past, and it’s only through sheer willpower that he’s able to keep from swatting at them every five seconds.

still, this grove has good company, and that company has been proficient at getting him to talk about what’s on his mind.

gods, does he have a lot on his mind.

a few quiet moments pass where he digests the words offered by mr. clay, and for most of them, he’s feeling disgusted with himself for treating this like some sort of counseling session. after all, mollymauk was just a stranger who happened to wander too close to this man’s home. in most places, he would be gravely overstepping his bounds by even mentioning his problems to a complete stranger. but one hot meal and two cups of tea later, and he’s already told this firbolg his entire life story. what he remembers, at least.

“can you blame me for being scared?” he finally offers as a reply, and it almost feels like sacrilege to break the calm silence that he’d let sit for so long. “what if i find out who i was and i turn out to’ve been a complete monster? what if this is all leading up to some sort of trap to get me killed again? i’ve been given a second chance, and i don’t want to waste it by learning too much too soon. what’s wrong with staying ignorant for a while?”

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from hieu minh nguyen’s work ,  not here .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

  ❛  it seems important to mention all the things that went wrong  ❜

  ❛  don’t ask if i’m a ghost  ❜

  ❛  i fled and did not return  ❜

  ❛  i cannot love you  ,  if i love you  ,  i will die  ❜

  ❛  for years i chose death  ❜

  ❛  i belong to my mother’s fear  ❜

  ❛  what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ?  ❜

  ❛  he looks like he will keep you safe  ❜

  ❛  any love i find will be treason  ❜

  ❛  why did you bring me here ?  ❜

  ❛  i count the hornets that escape their mouths  ❜

  ❛  i only ask for your laughter  ❜

  ❛  look at me in the old way in this new light  ❜

  ❛  sometimes i wake up and my body does not follow  ❜

  ❛  it wasn’t the same without you  ❜

  ❛  i’m still trying to figure out what it means to stay  ❜

  ❛  it’s all very predictable  ❜

  ❛  how can i love something that isn’t ruined ?  ❜

  ❛  like all agony  ,  there are pleasant moments  ❜

  ❛  i want to be better at lying  ❜

  ❛  i’m afraid if i say it out loud i will cast a curse  ❜

  ❛  some men don’t know they’re hungry until they eat  ❜

  ❛  some spells take years to cast  ❜

  ❛  there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive  ❜

  ❛  i know you’re not supposed to smile back  ❜

  ❛  madness  ,  too  ,  can be cumulative  ❜

  ❛  trying to forget is not the same as leaving  ❜

  ❛  i really should get a sense of humor  ❜

  ❛  i understand no one  ❜

  ❛  i cannot stop him from disappearing  ❜

  ❛  her body was a dress i hung for motivation  ❜

  ❛  you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to justify company  ❜

  ❛  you are predictable in your longing  ❜

  ❛  i don’t want to explain a thing  ❜

  ❛  i knew if i just asked him to leave he would have  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to open a carcass  ❜

  ❛  all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful  ❜

  ❛  there’s still time to be saved  ❜

  ❛  shut up  ;  i know the story  ,  or at least the lesson  ❜

  ❛  you wont find it  ;  you won’t find whatever you’re looking for  ❜

  ❛  i could get away with being clumsy with knives  ❜

  ❛  i want to study the mechanics of leaving  ❜

  ❛  any adjective can be true if you cry hard enough  ❜

  ❛  i see little futures in the distance but none belong  ❜

  ❛  i am beginning to forget what i expect from the world i always knew  ❜

  ❛  you can’t think of regret as a town you move too when grief snores too loud  ❜

  ❛  in death we belong to everyone  ❜

  ❛  i want to return to my old body  ❜

  ❛  i think the life i want is the life i have  ,  but how can i be sure ?  ❜

[riteofdawn]

That sounds terrible. I don’t want to remember anything. I don’t want to anybody else’s baggage in my head, & I don’t want anybody else’s problems, thoughts, ideas.

[empirefire]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃❟ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓❟ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍.    independent caleb widogast of critical role, awakened by saga.

[riteofdawn]

graviturgist​

mollymauk makes a point. it would be safer, easier, but the thought of someone else meandering through his towers makes his spine tighten and his skin crawl. “that would be in your best interest,” he agrees, pointedly, making it clear that the tiefling wasn’t in much of a position to question or debate the decisions. advice that he, for some reason, doubts will be kept to. 

attention is nothing new for him, though he’s well aware the difference in the gazes being cast their way. a mixture of curious suspicion — he can only imagine the rumors that will crop up from it. the shadowhand escorting anyone was reason for pause when it was anyone outside the three main dens, much less some filthy, oddly dressed stranger. a very noticeable stranger. with his bloodied clothes and clinking jewels. a tiefling in the area was not too odd, at least, but not entirely common either. it was, truly, a recipe for disaster. 

he takes it in stride, head still kept confidently high, and it’s as if none of the leering citizens exist at all. essek has gotten very, very good at ignoring people. mollymauk seems less good at it, he notes, when he glances aside to ensure he’s still tailing him as they leave the shadowspire and fresh, open air greets them. the underground portions of the city were beautiful in their own way, but they pale in comparison to the opulence of the built upon ruins and their dark architecture. essek’s brows furrow and he quells the emphatic twinge in his chest. 

“i believe our first order of business would be… getting you cleaned up. i doubt many places would be willing to house you looking like that.” actually, he could name a few, but he’s not too sure if he wants to take his company into the rowdier district. he’ll have to think about it. for the time being he guides mollymauk through the winding, city streets until they reach a bathhouse. essek handles the preparations, the young drow working the front stumbling all over himself and very clearly avoiding any sort of eye contact, ( a distinct ‘oh by the light its the shadowhand, keep it cool,’ caught under his breath ). the fumbling is paid little mind to and once it’s settled he turns to molly with another smile. 

“you’re all set, but do try not to take too long, you’ve only got an hour at the most.” essek easily could have afforded longer but he didn’t want to waste more time than he had to.

he tries not to act too surprised, having grown accustomed to the idea of a city built entirely underground, once the scenery chances and he can see the sky again. the night here seems different somehow, more vibrant, and the buildings themselves are more opulent than any mollymauk has seen so far. he’s transfixed by it, momentarily freed from his uncertainty as he keeps following behind his escort.

and he’s seen a couple of bathhouses before, but this one in particular seems pristine. for a moment, he’s almost unsure if he would be allowed in at all, as if the state he’s in would be too much even for an establishment set up for the sole purpose of cleaning him off. still, he’s grateful for the chance to feel a bit more comfortable.

“your patience is appreciated,” mollymauk says, quickly snapping back to his previous air of confidence and giving a quick mimicry of essek’s earlier bow before heading off for his bath.

it’s not until he’s told that his clothes will be washed that he hesitates. these are, after all, the clothes he had died in. the coat in particular has some draw to it, a nostalgic feeling of comfort that makes him detest the idea of parting with it, even for a few minutes. someone knew he would care about it, enough to put it over the marker for his grave. and when he fishes through the pockets again, he finds that note.

your name is mollymauk tealeaf. find us through the gentleman.

so many questions, no idea where to start.

“be careful with these, dear. keep the parchment safe, okay?” his requests to the worker who takes his clothes are quiet, almost monotone, and he’s trying not to make his fear obvious when he lets go of his things. what if he forgets again and is left without his leads? it’s a sickening thought, but it’s one he has to overcome if he’s going to get anywhere in this place.

keeping his time under an hour is simpler than he thought at first; it’s a private room, something he’s grateful for considering how badly he needed this, but his nervousness outweighs his desire to really pamper himself. not that he doesn’t enjoy his time, of course. and when he’s sufficiently free of all he grime he’d accumulated, it only makes his skin and tattoos look all the more vibrant. his clothes are returned, clean and intact, and he smells like an entirely different person once he returns to the entryway, note safely stored in his pocket again.

“well then,” he greets essek with a bit more spring in his step. “what’s next on the agenda?”

[riteofdawn]

graviturgist​

essek cannot rightfully say if this is a good idea. actually — it’s a terrible idea, one filled with too much risk from unknown factors. at the same time he can’t let it be for all of the same reasons. beyond his own onset of curiosity having mollymauk under his watch is simple safer. something else to keep track of, but nothing he can’t handle. how much trouble could one amnesia addled tiefling get into?

…

he doesn’t want to think about that. 

laughter comes from him, a light chuckle that easily fades into his words, “i can assure you that is not the case, i think you will like it, though—” eyes pass along the captive, a slow, mildly judgmental look. “you will stick out like a sore thumb. you also reek.” there’s the sudden, pressing, realization of oh no i’m in charge of this man. essek takes it in stride. 

he blinks, his laugh now a little sharper, a little more honest. “oh absolutely not. no. you will be staying elsewhere, i will make arrangements for it, do not worry. and forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. shadowhand essek theyless.” he gives a curt partial bow, the curtain of fabric obscuring him parting as he raises his arm and motions mollymauk out of the cell. 

and then they are at the entrance. essek looking unfazed by whatever disorientating effect mollymauk would have endured on their journey through the prison’s levels. “i suppose,” he sighs cupping his chin, “we have several things to get through. you’re filthy, and no doubt hungry, and there is a matter of lodgings.” how ridiculous. what has he gotten himself into?

they move past the doors and out into the subterranean shadowspire. essek does what he can to not sigh, already feeling tired from it all. “keep up, and do not go running off on your own, please.”

it’s a welcome change to be able to stretch his legs (and his tail). mollymauk lets out a contented sigh as he walks, enjoying the change of scenery as his head starts to clear. and once the air is a bit less stagnant, he’s struck with an overwhelming feeling of self-consciousness when he realizes essek is right. it’s quite clear to anyone within range that mollymauk hasn’t been able to properly bathe in a while, and that added with the lingering smell of gore and dirt creates a rather unpleasant stench.

he pulls his coat a bit more tightly around his shoulders, pouting at essek a bit. “i promise, i’d be a perfectly fine roommate.” that’s a boldfaced lie, he has no way of knowing this. “in all honesty, a closer eye might be safer, considering my recurring fugue states, but i suppose you know what’s best in this situation. i’ll go along with whatever you say, shadowhand.”

essek is right, of course. mollymauk shines like a bright, shining beacon in the middle of this city, and he can already notice several people staring as the two walk by. he’s unconsciously holding his tail closer to his body, ears dropped, face clearly contorted in worry. awkwardness is not an emotion he’s familiar with, even with his limited experience.

but he’s keeping pace, even if he’s avoiding eye contact with all the strangers around them by staring at essek’s cloak and nothing else. and he’s being unusually silent, reading the situation and just trying to gauge whether or not he’s still in danger of imprisonment. maybe it’s just the fact that he’s so clearly out of place, but mollymauk just can’t get comfortable in this city. not yet.

[riteofdawn]

graviturgist​

essek listens and loathes his immediate inclination to believe it — there isn’t much reason to be suspicion with the wards in place and effective against the individual’s will, but it sits wrong with him regardless. such a vague explanation which almost makes this mollymauk more of a threat. the unknown was such a difficult area to traverse and while he likes to do so in his free time that’s with the matter of magic, not people. 

all the same, this is quite mysterious. he can’t deny the spark of interest and curses the woman for having read him so well despite the lack of any face to face meetings. or perhaps ludanis was truly to blame for this. he sets it aside for now, there are different matters to focus on. purple matters. 

“that does sound quite odd. amnesia is one thing, but to lose entire days…” he grips his chin and looks down, it’s not as if mental health is any sort of his forte. if this man is here with his missing memory essek can only wonder where he finds himself involved. why mollymauk would have been herded here. something is in it all and for all that he doesn’t want to care he already does. a puzzle before him with no pictures to tell, just muddled grey and purple ( and gold and silver and all the other gaudy splashes on the filthy clothes ).

“give me a moment.” with that essek leaves. several minutes pass in silence, though the green light remains to light the cell. he’s not at all certain about his decision, but he fakes it certainly well. one has to if they plan on getting anywhere within the dens and he’s played this game long enough.

close to an hour passes. when he returns his expression hasn’t changed much. a pleasant sort of neutrality that makes dealing with others easier ( his mother used to scold him for scowling so much as a child; certain things stay to the heart ). “i have news i think you will enjoy. considering you… situation, i find it difficult to charge you on the supposed war crimes you were suspected of. however, because of your situation we also cannot be entirely sure of that. you are to be released, but you will be remaining within the city as my charge, for the time being. do you find this agreeable?”

it’s the first time someone has taken interest in the strange state mollymauk finds himself in, mostly because this is the first time (outside of drunken ramblings towards people kind enough to buy him the drinks) that he’s been able to explain what he’s been going through. it strikes some strange feeling of connection to this composed, intricately put together man—gods, mollymauk hasn’t even asked his name—that he hasn’t experienced yet. perhaps it’s a bit unhealthy to be feeling this positively towards a captor.

the time spent alone allows mollymauk another chance to examine himself and the body he apparently died in, even in this horribly garish light. he can’t discern any meaning from the tattoos, even the ones he’s actually able to see, and he can’t for the life of him understand why the snake on his hand has an eye that’s actually raised and textured differently from the rest of his skin. there’s another one on his neck, he can feel it.

and then there’s the scars. clearly older than the one in the center of his chest, clearly caused by something much smaller, and they’re everywhere. and he has a feeling, less of an intuition and more of an instinct, that they’re somehow connected to the eyes embedded in his skin.

those eyes look flat black in the green light, impossible to glean any detail from. mollymauk covers his hand with the other one and waits.

the news is good to hear, which helps ease the tension quite a bit. enough for a smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth when the offer is presented to him.

“honestly, as long as the whole city isn’t like this cell, that’s perfectly alright with me. and if i’m going to be living with you, well—” mollymauk stands up, his spine cracking in a few places from sitting on the hard stone floor for far too long. he rolls his neck out and sighs. “we’re probably going to get to know each other quite well. you never told me your name, though. suppose that’s an important first step, eh?”

[shinyno]

May I offer you a Mollymauk in these trying times?

——

Hi hey hello I’m finally back posting

[riteofdawn]

graviturgist​

one might have laughed at such a statement, brazen in the depths on the dungeon and clearly a lie. except it wasn’t. magic had already been spun to keep the truth on the tongue and either this man’s skill in deceit went above and beyond or… he simply hadn’t any idea as to what was going on. somehow neither option was very comforting and essek’s brows tick down a moment in brief puzzlement before his features return to something more pleasantly neutral.

had she robbed him of his memories? conditioned them to awaken at the most inconvenient time possible? it did not seem too unlikely. here was clearly the safest place for him to be and yet — essek was a curious sort. it was bound to get him killed, one of these days. perhaps sooner rather than later. 

“that would be because i am no guard. i must say your cooperation is appreciated and very, very strange, if what you say is true.” it is. essek knows that it is, but he doesn’t let that slide as he places his pieces on the board. considers his next move. “i came here expecting a lengthier interrogation, but… i have a feeling that wouldn’t get either of us very far. instead i will ask one question of you and then come to a decision.” 

he steeples his fingers beneath his cloak. “does the name derogna mean anything to you, mollymauk tealeaf.”

“not in the slightest.” he readjusts where he’s seated on the floor again, not sure how detailed he should be when it comes to the truth. lying feels like second nature to him, he wants to make something up, but the impulse to do so is completely squandered in a situation like this. it would accomplish nothing.

“let’s make this interrogation as short as possible, shall we? all i know is my name. i think...something happened to me. i don’t know exactly what, but something happened, and i can’t remember a thing." it’s less in the interest in gaining sympathy, and more because he assumes (hopes, even) that complete transparency will help get him out of this cell even faster. whether or not he wants help regaining his memories, that’s still undecided. maybe they’re best left buried.

“sometimes it’s like i blink and i’m somewhere else,” he continues. “i’ve lost days like that. just let go of the reins and i’m suddenly in another town. never ended up in prison because of that, but i suppose there’s a first for everything.”

he knows how it must sound. any authority in their right mind would be suspicious of such an empty excuse, and it’s not as though mollymauk can do anything to back up these claims. but he has to try, if nothing else then to establish some sort of rapport. this is, in truth, the most lengthy conversation he’s had with anyone in quite a while.

[riteofdawn]

graviturgist​

essek knows that what he does is dangerous. his life on the line — every interaction was one simple step away from finding himself facing down the edge of his home’s own blade. he cannot say he minds, he walked into this willingly, and or him it is worth it. that does not mean it has not bred paranoia inside of him, and he regards the stranger in the cell like he’s dangerous. for all essek knows he might be.

the parchment is not with him. burned, actually, a moment after he finished reading it. some game, she must have thought herself terribly clever. ‘a little mystery for you to unravel.’ a threat was more like it. one wrapped up in a neat little bow, tied with uncertainty.

no one is truly certain just what the tiefling was doing there. there had to be a reason, but one could not be reached. essek knows he is there because she wanted him to be, for whatever reason. it wasn’t as if he could just pop in for a chat and demand answers. well — no, that was a terrible idea. one he crushes immediately as he instead focuses on the here and the now. 

“you are in the dungeon of penance, within the city of rosohna, which is in xhorhas, if you were unaware.” essek is all controlled calm, an almost gentle smile betraying the worry he holds for the prisoner. he lifts a hand, the room illuminated with the typical green of the city lights. carefully, he considers his next move. there is a piece of him that would like to simply leave the other here. let him rot in the dungeon and be done with it. that would be a very, very stupid move when he does not known just how much is known. 

“i do not think you will be executed, no. your presence here is,” a pause, and he narrows his eyes, “something of a mistake. probably. what is your name?”

mollymauk winces slightly at the sudden influx of light, less because of the discomfort caused by his eyes adjusting and more because he knows green light will make him look terribly washed out. he wants to make a good first impression, after all.

“it’s most certainly a mistake,” he replies, and it’s as chipper as you can get from someone sitting in a cell. “i don’t remember a damn thing about how i got here. frankly, it’s a miracle i remember my name. it’s mollymauk tealeaf.”

even after weeks on the road, he’s still not used to saying it out loud. it just seems so silly, so undignified. although, given the clothing and the jewelry, dignity should hold little concern. speaking of jewelry, the rings and chains in mollymauk’s horns are clinking against themselves as he tilts his head, looking his interrogator up and down.

“you’re not what i would’ve expected from a prison guard,” he admits, trying to look and sound as casual as possible. “that’s a compliment, i think. not quite sure. never heard of xhorhas.”

it’s the understatement of the age, of course. he’s never heard of anything aside from what little political gossip he was able to pick up during his meandering. was this that ‘dynasty’ he’d heard whispers of? had he truly been able to mindlessly wander across the border of an entire nation? someone with more common sense might have felt a sense of dread at this realization. molly is not that person.

[gullahch1ld]

If you ever saw me naked, you’re welcome.

[edenmemes]

the witcher (show) starters

❝ victimhood is not your colour. ❞

❝ you can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it. ❞

❝ your job is to control chaos, not to succumb to it. ❞

❝ you don’t deserve the air you breathe. ❞

❝ not a single person alive looks in the mirror and doesn’t see some form of deformity. ❞

❝ you lie, you keep secrets. you succumb to emotion and weakness. ❞

❝ not answering questions is part of your brooding pillar of charm. ❞

❝ you’re just mad because you lost your chance to be beautiful. ❞

❝ you smell of death and destiny, heroics and heartbreak. ❞

❝ there’s no power in puppeting fools. ❞

❝ i’ll leave that for someone who gives a shit. ❞

❝ i need to get back to my horse. ❞

❝ your will to live is strong. ❞

❝ i’m still not enough. even for you. ❞

❝ need a hand? i’ve got two. ❞

❝ my men will kill you. ❞

❝ i’m here to drink alone. ❞

❝ go. on your own or at the end of a rope, your choice. ❞

❝ do you know how many people wouldn’t blink if you died? ❞

❝ you weren’t taking control. you were losing it. ❞

❝ people call you a monster too. ❞

❝ i’ve waited all these years for you to admit we’re made for each other. ❞

❝ if only you could tell between friend or threat. do you even know the difference anymore? ❞

❝ when you live as long as i do, all the names sound the same. ❞

❝ were you in love? ❞

❝ this place isn’t safe when you’re alone. ❞

❝ the only thing you do quickly is flee. ❞

❝ even if you were a beauty, still, no one would love you. ❞

❝ not a happily ever after after all. ❞

❝ hm, doesn’t rhyme. all good predictions rhyme. ❞

❝ you are making me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ unchecked kings and queens start massacres. ❞

❝ i just want some damn peace. ❞

❝ i dreamed of becoming important to someone someday. ❞

❝ the only thing special about you is the crown on your head. ❞

❝ what do you long for? fame? money? power? ❞

❝ what? no one mentioned the impending doom part. ❞

❝ true words are rare words. ❞

❝ i want more. i have to be more. ❞

❝ do other women find this coarseness charming? ❞

❝ love casts long shadows. ❞

❝ if she runs, kill her. ❞

❝ don’t give me that look, shitling. ❞

❝ today isn’t your day, is it? ❞

❝ how come when my life comes to shit you’re the one shoveling it? ❞

❝ i know who you are. what you are. ❞

❝ i envy you. to live, and to have no love. ❞

❝ you’d leave a man bound to die in such a dignity? ❞

❝ i loved your mother. ❞

❝ don’t you know who i am? ❞

❝ so that’s all life is to you? monsters and money? ❞

❝ there’s a vortex of fate around us. ❞

❝ is history a wheel doomed to repeat? ❞

❝ the sword of destiny has two edges. ❞

❝ i’ve considered your company and conversation payment enough. ❞

❝ this isn’t who you are. ❞

❝ will you be joining me? ❞

❝ no amount of power or beauty will make you feel worthy of either. ❞

❝ i don’t believe anyone has that power. ❞

❝ nobody smart plays fair. ❞

❝ i won’t listen to a man who pimps the world as some romantic adventure. ❞

❝ a true man would state his desires. ❞

❝ don’t turn this on me. ❞

❝ i want to be powerful. it’s what i’m owed. ❞

❝ that makes sense just as much as it doesn’t. ❞ 

❝ you’re smart, aren’t you? you know everything. ❞

❝ i feel something out there waits for you. ❞ 

❝ please don’t hurt me. i’m lost. ❞ 

❝ i won’t kill you…but you cant stay here. ❞ 

❝ there’s no ‘us’. there’s only me. ❞ 

❝ i’m asking for a teeny-weeny little favor. ❞ 

❝ yeah, you’re probably right. but what if you’re not? ❞

❝ i’m not your friend. ❞ 

❝ you and destiny can both fuck right off. ❞ 

❝ i love the way you just sit in the corner and brood. ❞

❝ i will not suffer tonight sober. ❞ 

❝ pretty ballads hide bastard truths. ❞

❝ i will not involve myself to petty men’s squabbles. ❞

❝ happy childhood makes for dull company. ❞

❝ it’s impossible to be prepared for every battle. keep your sword close, and keep moving. ❞

❝ i see a lot of myself in you. ❞

❝ you can’t change the world this way. ❞

❝ i don’t need anyone. & the last thing i want is someone needing me. ❞

❝ alright, stand close to me and pretend you’re mean. ❞

❝ why are you dressed like a sad silk trader? ❞ 

❝ only one of us will be alive to find out. ❞ 

❝ i stole rather than starve. i killed rather than be killed. ❞ 

❝ i have’t only done good in my life either. ❞ 

❝ it’s like ordering a pie and finding out it has no filling. ❞ 

❝ when i cut my finger i bleed. that’s human, right? ❞ 

❝ they’re rough around the edges but they’re earthling like me. ❞ 

❝ royalty is best endured in small doses. ❞ 

❝ i thought the world needed me too. ❞ 

❝ sometimes, the best thing a flower can do for us is die. ❞ 

❝ handy with a blade. handy with women too. ❞

❝ are you trying to hurt my feelings? ❞

❝ you look like you’ve been through hell. ❞

❝ i can’t do this without you. ❞

❝ you know cautionary tales won’t work on me. ❞

❝ you talk nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces. ❞

❝ the apple never falls far from the tree. ❞

❝ when i go it will be far more dramatic than this. ❞

❝ try not to get any daggers in your back before dawn. ❞

❝ you have your mother’s blood. you’ll be alright. ❞

❝ a great ruler always chooses mercy. ❞

❝ it took two strikes to kill him. they weren’t clean. but they were spectacular. ❞

❝ if i have to choose between one evil and another, i’d rather not choose. ❞

❝ i would do anything to forget who i was. ❞

❝ i have no doubt blood will be spilled here tonight. ❞

❝ there’s a grain of truth in every fairy tale. ❞

❝ people look at you for who you are, not what you can give them. ❞

❝ do you believe in destiny now? ❞

❝ we can leave. we can find a way out. ❞

❝ lovers? fun for a bit, i’ll admit, but all eventually disappoint. ❞

❝ let’s face it, you’re a girl. we’re just vessels. and even when we’re told we’re special, we’re still just vessels…for them to take…and take…until we’re empty…and alone. ❞

❝ people like to invent monsters and monstrosities. then they seem less monstrous themselves. ❞

❝ every time i’m around you i say more in five minutes than i’ve said in weeks. ❞

❝ maybe someone out there will want you. ❞

❝ if you must kill me, i’m ready. ❞

❝ people linked by destiny always find each other. ❞

❝ thank the gods. i might live to see another day. ❞

❝ i was having a rather lovely dream which then turned into a nightmare. ❞

❝ you desperately need money for new clothes.  ❞

❝ more and more, i find monsters where i go. ❞

❝ life is too short. do what pleases you…while you can. ❞

❝ gods you’re pretty. ❞

❝ my lady, i would never degrade your honor in such a way. ❞

❝ my world is cruel. you enter, you survive, you die. ❞

❝ i feel i shall die a broken hearted man. ❞

❝ who slits a man’s throat while he’s relieving his bowels? ❞

❝ why help those who don’t listen? ❞