𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌, 𝐂

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ

[sacredbluebell]

DEPOLLUTE ME, PRETTY BABY; SUCK THE ROT RIGHT OUT OF MY BLOODSTREAM.  OH, DILUTE ME, GENTLE ANGEL.  WATER DOWN WHAT I CALL  " BEING GRATEFUL"

𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗽 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗺. 𝗱𝗻𝗶 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽

[beautifulsnares]

open starter for everyone

at the needle point circle

aemma with her bright smile as she watched as many of the nobles of Westeros chatted away while embroidering the wedding cloak. while most were there for the activity, the little dragon attended mostly to listen to the live music. oh how she was enjoying her time and how much it made her missed being able to listen to the music. she had spent the past months at aerion's side as his cup bearer, a role she took quite serious. it had eased her mother that she was safe and for her, the access to many more books brighten her days. Still when she heard news of the marriage, aemma was excited and could not wait for the day. "it is quite a joyous occasion. is it not? all i can hope for is that happy days are ahead of us now. what do you think?" she asked the person next to her.

[sacredbluebell]

CASSANA SAT COMFORTABLY NEAR THE EDGE OF THE CIRCLE, hands resting loosely in her lap with not a scrap of fabric sight. She’d given up the pretense of sewing early, deciding it was wiser to avoid messing up the cloak with her questionable stitching. Instead she listened to the lilt of music drifting from the musicians nearby, letting the rhythm settle her nerves after being in the city's bustle.

Aemma’s question pulled her from her thoughts. Cassana glanced over, returning the princess’s smile with one of her own; warm, a little amused, and entirely genuine. “It is a joyous occasion,” she agreed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen King’s Landing this lively. The whole city feels lighter.”

Her gaze moved briefly to the colorful threads being passed around the circle, then back to Aemma. “And happy days are always welcome ones. The realm could use a bit of calm, perhaps this union is the start of it.” She tilted her head slightly, curious but gentle in her questioning. “What do you think will come of it? You sound very hopeful ”

[gniodnu]

Myranda does not think before she speaks, "Lady Lysa deserved mercy." They had been of a similar age. And while they pair were not exactly close, their families were intertwined, in a way, with their kinship between their older brothers, her sister's past betrothal to Lord Suho, her own time within the North overlapping with Lord Osric's....It had felt, in a way, they should have been ever closer. Her death brings forward missed opportunities, the sisterhood that could have happened...Sorrow for someone you did not know, but could have been close to....

"Thank you, my lady," Myranda nods her head in gratitude at the sweet woman's compliment, "Never fear....The Father enacts justice, sooner or later." She knew of the trials, had been informed of executions and stragglers run off to the North. But was that enough, for what Lady Lysa had endured within the loyalist lands? "Her death will not be in vain. We must not allow it." Perhaps, she should be less forthcoming with her thoughts...She had seen Lord Felyx Lannister walk these halls of the keep, audacious in the way only a Lannister could ever be. She does not know if she is speaking to friend or foe...Perhaps, it would do her well to think first, but it is, unfortunately, too late for that. "And who might you be, my beautiful lady, here to condole House Tully?"

[sacredbluebell]

THE COMPLIMENT DREW A SMILE TO CASSANA'S LIPS, BEFORE PARTING THEM AS SHE SPOKE, the expression easing into something warmer and a little shy. Myranda’s blunt honesty didn’t put her off, in fact, it nearly made Cassana like her immediately.

" Aye… mercy’s hard to come by,” Cassana said as she pushed herself up from her crouch, shaking dirt from her hands. “Especially for those who never got much of a fair chance to begin with.” No real bite or bitterness to her words, just the truth. Lysa Tully wasn’t the first to suffer what that they shouldn't have, and she wouldn’t be the last.

At the mention of the Father’s justice, Cassana huffed. “Justice shows up when it feels like it,” she said, tone gentle, “And usually not the way any of us expect.” She didn’t press further, it wasn’t her faith to speak on, but she could respect Myranda’s conviction. The question of who she was, and the smooth, casual beautiful that came with it, caught her off guard enough to pull a brighter, surprised grin from her. Compliments weren’t foreign to her, but spoken like that, out of nowhere? Gods.

  “Cassana Blackwood,” she replied, dipping her head in a small nod. “Here with the rest of my lot to pay respects. Though I’ll admit, the gardens are a much nicer place than the rest of the sept right now.”

[paroch1al]

「  ⚔  」  STATUS ﹕ closed  .  「  ⚔  」  LOCATION ﹕ lannisport docks, after the riots  .  「  ⚔  」  WITH ﹕ @sacredbluebell + cassana !

the  banquet  and  the  celebrations  may  have  been  over,  the  smoke  starting  to  clear  over  the  smouldering  corners  of  lannisport,  but  that  did  not  mean  that  steffon  was  returning  home  quite  yet. it  was  difficult  for  him  to  resist  and  so,  as  seemed  to  be  the  case  with  most  of  his  impulses,  he  didn't. what  was  left  on  the  banquet  food  —  distasteful  now,  after  everything  — had  been  thrown  away  ;  it  was  prime  pickings  for  a  boy  with  the  mind  of  a  rat,  and  he  fussed  over  the  remnants  as  an  animal  might.  with  grubby  and  needy  fingers,  without  that  little  voice  in  the  back  of  their  head  that  reminded  them  of  grace  or  decorum.  with a handful of meats and cheeses and breads, the  young  liege  scurried  back to the street  and  found  a  quiet  place  to  perch. it was far enough away from the docks that he could not hear the ocean, that their siblings couldn't find them. it  seemed  they  weren't  the  only  one  with  the  bright  idea. “to  think,  i  escaped  the  westerlands  years  ago  only  to  return  more  times  than  i  can  count  on  both  hands.  it  makes  me  wonder  why  i  ever  took  the  effort  to  leave,”  a  dirty  chuckle.  steffon  took  a  sinewy  bite  out  of  a  leg  of  some  sort  of  game  bird  and  chewed,  mouth  open. he did not care that the bread roll he had pilfered was slightly green. 

[sacredbluebell]

RESTLESSNESS WAS THE ONLY REASON THAT CASSANA DECIDED TO STILL WALK THE CITY'S STREETS BEFORE she left for the Riverlands with her sister in tow, Lysa's death was hanging over her, and she needed to just clear her thoughts. Or at least, that had been the hope. She wanted to be gone already. Every shout from the docks, every unfamiliar face brushing past her, it all set her nerves on edge. The sooner she and Marida were sailing away from this city, the sooner her heart might stop pounding so fast. But the gods had a sense of humor, didn’t they? She hadn’t meant to stumble upon anyone. Least of all a boy? Young man? Someone disheveled perched atop a crate tearing into whatever scraps remained from the banquet like a starved alley cat. She almost kept walking, but then they spoke, clear and amused. Cassana blinked, startled as her head turned to look at them and vaguely recognized them as another noble from the Stormlands, though the name itself fluttered away before she could pin it down. Not that it mattered right now.  They seemed to be far more at ease than she was, Cassana cautiously took a few steps closer, her body still somewhat tense. " I'm surprised that you haven't had enough of Lannisport and it's… charms. I know I have," she said, voice small but tinged with wry amusement

[gniodnu]

where: the gardens surrounding the sept of Riverrun when: a day before the funeral of Lady Lysa Tully

"Gentle Mother, font of mercy, save our sons from war, we pray," She sings, not exactly loudly, but enough to disturb the fragile peace throughout the gardens surrounding the Sept of Riverrun. Myranda wishes to go in, to sing the Mother's Hymn before the Mother herself, but every building within this castle holds a dampness she can barely tolerate as someone who has only ever truly known the cold dry air of her mountains and the North. "Stay the swords and stay the arrows, let them know a better day." She walks along the twisting and turning paths of the gardens, stopping every few steps to marvel at a bush of flowers, reaching down to run her fingers along the petals.

"Poor Lady Lysa," She speaks to a cardinal flower of Tully red, "And to have to be sent off with enemies aplenty bearing witness to her farewell. Unimaginable."

[sacredbluebell]

THIS WAS NOT HER FAITH, CASSANA KNEW THIS;  The Seven had never called to her the way the Old Gods did, quiet and steadfast. Still, she wasn’t heartless, nor foolish enough to cause a stir when Riverrun so was heavy with grief. Lysa Tully deserved peace, no matter what name it was prayed to under. She lingered just outside the sept gardens for a moment longer than necessary, fingers brushing against coarse edge of the cloak she wore, one she’d sewn herself, dyed a dull river-blue that had long since faded to the shade of stormwater. The fabric still smelled faintly of the herbs she’d used to dye it with. A cool wind tugged at her hair, and it with it, the sound of song reached her, soft at first, but clear enough to tug her attention toward the source. Cassana followed it through the paths lined with damp stone and flowers heavy with dew, until she spotted the singer herself, a woman with dark hair and the kind of posture that suggested she belonged here far more than Cassana ever would. “The Seven must be pleased,” she said softly at last, her voice warm despite its rasp from travel. “It’s rare to hear someone sing for mercy, these days.” Her gaze drifted to the red bloom the woman had been admiring, her tone gentling further. “Poor Lady Lysa… she deserved better than the way she went. Most of us do, I think.” Cassana crouched to brush a fallen petal from the dirt, fingers lingering there as though in prayer. When she looked up again, her expression was open, touched with sincerity “You sing well, though. It almost makes this place feel more bearable.”

[fateofcrvwns]

The second it was relatively safe to leave the shipyard, Marida was running, running in the direction of the motherhouse where Raela had seen her younger sister. Heart beating loudly in her ears, the raven-haired noblewoman pushed her way through the streets without particular care who she passed until the Blackwood lady collided with another body. Swearing under her breath, Marida collected herself and froze when she heard Cassana's unmistakable tone. Without saying anything in response to her sister's apologies, the noblewoman threw her arms around Cassana, holding her tightly. "By the grace of the old gods, I could not be more relieved to see you." Marida murmured, face pressed against the other's shoulder, her arms in continued embrace. The relief in seeing Cassana unharmed was overwhelming.

[sacredbluebell]

CASSANA’S FIRST INSTINCT WAS TO BRACE FOR the wrath of whoever she’d just nearly bowled over but instead there were familiar arms around her, warm and trembling with relief. For a moment, she froze, her scraped palms hanging uselessly in the air. It wasn’t until the voice reached her ears; low, achingly familiar, carrying that same steady cadence she’d grown up listening to through every storm and scolding, that her breath finally left her chest.

“Marida?” she breathed, disbelief cracking through the syllables. Her fingers clutched at her sister’s sleeves as if to make sure she was real. “Gods, you nearly gave me a heart attack-”  

Her voice faltered before breaking into a shaky laugh as she buried her face briefly in Marida’s shoulder. “I thought you’d been,” She stopped herself, the word killed catching like thorns in her throat. “I thought I’d lost you.” 

When she finally pulled back, Cassana’s cheeks were flushed and her hair was half-loose from the fall, the picture of someone who’d been running on worry and too little sleep. “Let’s get off the street,” she muttered, casting a wary glance at the bustling crowd. “I’ve had enough of Lannisport and its godsdamned chaos. I want to go home.” 

Her hand found Marida’s again, the grip tight not in fear, but to make sure, that this time, she wasn’t letting her sister vanish into another crowd.

[shieldedsmart]

If they had a kid meme

[inboxideas]

Name:

Gender:

General appearance:

Personality:

Special talents:

Who they like better:

Who they take after more:

Personal headcanon:

Face Claim:

[rp-meme-glaceon]

💤 Peek into my Character's Dreams 💤

💭 - An ordinary dream

🎀 - A dream that left them feeling happy

☔ - A dream that left them feeling upset

🌈 - A dream from their childhood

🗯️ - An ordinary nightmare

🐛 - An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat

⚰️ - A dream/nightmare that featured someone no longer in their life

🌡️ - A fever dream

📿 - A dream your character believes is prophetic

👁️‍🗨️ - A lucid dream

🛏️ - A dream that made your character want to go back to sleep so they could continue the dream

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY SOLAS IN VEILGUARD *  assorted quotes from dragon age: the veilguard

you have no idea what you have done.

if i were capable of harming you, you would already be dead.

you will soon see what i was trying to prevent.

i have faith in you.

do you truly believe my goal was to destroy the world?

thank you for letting me know.

you will want an army... and i believe you will find a way to obtain one.

back so soon. it must have been worse than i had thought.

what story shall we tell now?

your team trusts you, and you listen to them. it is impressive... and enviable.

you must be ready for whatever comes.

the only thing worse than being wrong is realizing it but being afraid to change.

you know what surprises me most, though? i never thought to see you so eager to serve.

i must speak to you in this tongue. it seems elven is beyond your grasp.

your cruelty forced my hand.

are you not proud to finally reach this moment?

what is it you regret the most, i wonder?

regret, like all emotions, is a powerful thing. it can bruise us, break us... or blind us to the truth.

you were never ready to make the sacrifices that leadership requires.

i am sorry. it is what must be.

things are different now.

i was desperate.

he was a good man.

i betrayed you because i believed that only i could save the world.

this is your responsibility now.

i had a plan.

this unnatural corruption demanded my personal attention.

we will need another way to the surface.

i am so sorry i failed you.

there is only one way i can help you now.

this place, and the corruption within it, must be eradicated.

you cannot stand against me.

you were there. you saw that it was an accident.

go. your work here is done.

there is no need for you to witness what i must do.

what matters, my friends, is that today, all of us are free.

death to all tyrants!

i have taken precautions to minimize the damage.

people are always dying. it is what they do.

i understand your hesitance, but what i do now must be done, despite it being past your comprehension.

i am please that, for once, i can offer some assistance.

i fear we lack time for explanation.

if you follow my voice, i will guide you.

your mind is no less confused than usual.

the spirits speak well of you.

you have betrayed your people.

you will threaten this world no longer.

they will not slow us down for long.

you will have what you need.

do you feel it?

i can accompany you no further.

i can think of no one better to wield this.

with my power, you can stand against him.

enjoy it while it lasts.

thanks to you, i can now see the way.

please. i do not wish to fight against you.

i am sorry for this final betrayal.

it is over. you could never stand against me alone.

i have faced things you could not possibly comprehend.

i must fix what i have broken. i am sorry.

i expect you will be busy.

you stopped me.

you did far more than that.

you cannot hurt me here, nor i you.

she is a good woman. growing close to her was selfish of me.

i have lived thousands of years and made countless mistakes. it always hurts.

good. there it is. the fear. you finally see the consequences. you know the stakes.

don't. don't thank me.

who are you truly angry at? and what do you need?

what are you so desperate to avoid feeling?

you use humor a great deal.

you have seen death before.

i gave no orders. all i offer are suggestions.

has your search been successful?

dragons? that is worse than i had feared.

[mcflymemes]

"THIS PLACE WILL BECOME YOUR TOMB" BY SLEEP TOKEN PROMPTS *  assorted lines from the album, some slightly reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

call me when they bury bodies underwater.

it's easier to try not to eat.

anything to get me to sleep.

i woke up surrounded.

they know, they don't understand.

i'm trying not to crush into sand.

wash away the blood on my hands.

don't wake me up.

lift me out.

leave nothing left.

take everything.

make me bleed.

give me all that i want.

you know you hypnotize me aways.

i have waited.

i know that you can see that you will be mine.

did you not say we were made for each other?

there is a new intention.

do you like that?

i stumbled into your trap.

i fall into your eyes like a grave.

keep the freak show talk to a careful minimum.

i'll find a different harbor to lay my anchor in.

i'm still full of the love you want.

i reach for you on faith alone.

seems your heart is locked up and i still get the combination wrong.

are you simply waiting to save your love for someone i am not?

maybe you believe that in the end, you will be better off that way.

won't you fall for me?

my insecurities surround me like lions in the den.

i feel like i'm losing touch with what i am again.

i remember why i cannot pretend.

i never think of you and all this screaming silence.

oh god, i wish you were here.

i am yours to the end.

every once in a while something changes.

you're changing me.

it's too late for me, i am altered.

i'm caught up in your design.

i see a different light.

let's talk about chemistry.

i'm dying to melt through to the heart of your molecules.

either way, i'm into it.

i can tell i'm falling further again.

i won't turn away. it's far too late for me.

i am broken into fractions.

it's too late for me.

just take it all.

you just don't feel the same.

you can't recall my name.

i've been left no choice.

don't you see that?

you come crawling back to me, but i'm already on the ground.

we all know the talk is cheap.

you don't wanna be around.

what would you do for me?

i won't repeat what i have said beforehand.

why don't you just say what you wanted to say for once?

you guide me in to safety and silence.

this is the start of something new.

your eyes and your limbs are instruments to pick apart.

let the tides carry you back to me.

my arms are open.

for the time being, i will still avoid my own questions.

you know, i can hold my breath forever.

you are still a perfect reminder of what all of these scars on my arms are for.

if i can hold myself together...

it seems my hell is your high water.

i'll smile through the agony for you.

i will admit my defeat again.

i will accept that i can't pretend we will ever be together.

i can't hold myself together.

i'd give anything to borrow your indifference.

it still makes my blood run cold to remember what they did before.

worry not.

my polite advances won't last for long.

i'd give anything to fall asleep without you lying next to me.

[wonderful-rp-resources]

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

Please specify the muse for multimuse blogs.

[marvelcivilwars]

MAITREYI RAMAKRISHNAN "Freakier Friday" World Premiere

[sacredbluebell]

CASSANA SIMPLY COULDN'T HELP THE POUT THAT QUICKLY FORMED ON HER LIPS as she pushed herself back onto her feet.  Of all the women she had to run into, of course it had to be Minisa Tully; Cassana hadn't liked her as a child, and most certainly did not now.  

  She let out an exasperated sigh, brushing the dirt from her skirts. “Seven above, Minisa, must you always have something to say?” she muttered, tone sharp and tired all at once. “If walking too fast counts as wild, then I am the terror of the realm." Her irritation faltered slightly as her eyes darted past Minisa toward the busy street, scanning faces that all blurred together. “Anyway, have you seen my sister? Marida?” Cassana asked, her voice softer now, but still edged with impatience. “I’ve been searching all morning. I just want to find her and get out of this cursed city. I'll be entirely happy if I didn't have to be in Lannisport for the rest of my life after this." 

[sacredbluebell]

CASSANA MUMBLED A FINAL THANKS to the Septa who escorted her out of the motherhouse, stumbling her way out into the now-busy street, filled with the city watch and nobles alike. Dark eyes scanned the street, zeroing in on anyone who vaguely looked like her sister as she weaved her way through the streets.  At this point, Cassana craved to go back to the Riverlands, and to have the comfort of Raventree Hall.  It was selfish, that'll she freely admit but she couldn't help but feel glad that it wasn't Marida who's blood was spilled, despite her fears when riots were started. Though overeager and narrowminded in her search for her sister, it seems, as she had been wandering the streets with only a vague sense of care for where her feet took her.  It became abruptly apparent as her skirts caught on something, and before she could steady herself, Cassana collided hard into a figure rounding the corner.  A startled gasp left her as the world tilted, and she found herself unceremoniously landing on the cobblestones, the breath knocked out of her chest. Her hands scraped against the street as she blinked up, dazed and half-apologetic.  "Seven hells," the woman hissed, back stinging from the impact,  " My apologies, I didn't see you there."

[paroch1al]

「  ⚔  」  STATUS ﹕ semi - open  .  「  ⚔  」  LOCATION ﹕ the motherhouse  .  「  ⚔  」  WITH ﹕ @threadedjade , @gaemondxtargaryen , @sacredbluebell , @theblackwyrm , @oathwrought , @seahorsestars , @ofashandichor + anyone at the motherhouse !

felyx  had  lasted  all  of  ten  minutes  in  the  safety  of  the  keep.  his  throat  was  hoarse  from  barking  orders,  but  the  reassurances  he  offered  to  others  meant  nothing  without  mira  beside  him.  she  was  nowhere  to  be  seen  —  felyx  searched  the  faces  of  those  huddled  in  the  keep,  but  his  and  his  wife's  chamber  was  empty  of  her.  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  he  took  matters  into  his  own  hands. and  so,  wordlessly,  he  left.  the  corridors,  once  a  place  of  measured  calm,  rang  with  the  echoes  of  violence  —  shouts  and  the  crack  of  wood  splintering,  rotten  fruit  exploding  against  the  walls.  his  hand  brushed  the  pommel  of  his  sword,  and  his  boots  drummed  against  the  steps  as  he  descended.  the  streets  were  a  sea  of  anger,  banners  in  tatters  on  the  ground  and  smoke  rising  from  a  point  in  the  distance.  it  was  not  a  safe  place  for  the  ruling  lord.  he  found  that  out  the  hard  way  as  a  rock  flew  towards  his  face  and  slammed  against  the  wall  beside  his  head,  shattering,  a  cloud  of  grit  showering  his  face. by  the  time  he  staggered  past  the  motherhouse,  there  was  a  bruise  on  his  cheek  and  a  slow  rivulet  of  blood  trickling  from  his  eyebrow.  a  faceless  figure  grabbed  him,  dragged  him  through  the  door,  and  the  world  plunged  into  quiet.  riotous  screams  quieted and fell away.  instead  their  insults and curses  were  muffled. “thank  you.  truly,”  he  breathed,  “i  thought  they  were  going  to  stone  me  to  death.  tell  me,  have  you  seen  mira ? ” 

[sacredbluebell]

CASSANA SHOOK HER HEAD GINGERLY AT THE LORD'S QUESTION.  " I'm afraid not," she sighed, " it was all such a blur."   Quite frankly if Cassana had known where everyone was, and their state of being, the woman would've been long gone once she got the chance. Cassana grimaced at the blood trickling down at the other's face, he'd have to see a septa to properly take care of the wound, lest it get infected.  She bit her lip, eyes darting around the walls of the motherhouse before going back to Felyx. "At the very least, you should get your wound cleaned,"  Cassana said mildly, "You are of no use to anyone if you're sick from infection."

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"