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starcrossed sentence starters pt. 2
feel free to change the pronouns as fit! these sentences starters were taken from starcrossed by josephine angelini, a paranormal romance ya novel. this will be part two of a meme series as i love these books too much.
“I know, I’m going to bed right now… Hey! You go to sleep.”
“I speak perfect Spanish.”
“All lies? You know this for certain?”
“This is not privacy, this is lunacy!”
“Did you have to kill her?”
“She provoked me.”
“It’s better this way and you know it.”
“You just did that to see me freak out, didn’t you?”
“You’re pretty cute when you panic.”
“I’ve seen you do that before.”
“Are you allergic to me or something?”
“I think I’m allergic to attention.”
“Are you giving me all your fight secrets? Not so smart, Houdini.”
“Don’t you think the nurse would be a better idea? Or maybe a paramedic?”
“I’ll stay as long as you need me.”
“Aren’t you tired of watching over my sick ass yet?”
“It’s obviously not good for you. You should quit.”
“You chased him, caught up to him, and got close enough to rip his shirt off?”
“Well, you’re safe for now.”
“I haven’t even read about anyone doing it in centuries.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything that made so much sense in my life.”
“I don’t mind helping.”
“It was stupid of me to think you would wait.”
“I’m good at hard, it’s easy I’ve never trusted.”
“I just don’t want you to get discouraged it this takes us a while.”
“Do you have to stand so close?”
“Don’t be scared. I’m right here with you.”
“Believe me, I know how you feel.”
“I think I’ve seen a painting like this.”
“You’re learning much faster than I did, you know.”
“They can see us.”
“Glad to see you’ve stopped trying to impersonate a comet.”
“You look like you’ve been dragged through a bush backwards. But I can fix that.”
“What the hell are you wearing?”
“I see you blushing.”
“Don’t worry, eventually he’ll get over it.”
“And damn, girl! But you got a nice one!”
“Sorry, but I’ve already given you enough to think about for one night.”
“Was that suppose to be my line?”
“I’m just… I’ve got stuff.”
“Why didn’t you call me this morning?”
“Are you going to tell me what I did wrong or am I suppose to guess?”
“Do you want me to stay away from you for the rest of the day?”
“I’ve been so ashamed and frightened that I haven’t told anyone else what I saw.”
“This is… You have no idea how happy I am I didn’t just kill you!”
“Hang on. We still have to test this.”
“I’ll stop as soon as you start bleeding, okay?”
“If you were scared, why didn’t you tell me?”
“That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Is a fork a weapon?”
“If I get stabbed one more time tonight I’m going to lose it!”
“Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow?”
“Then why are you treating me like this?”
“You led me on.”
“You and I can’t be together, so just get it out of your head and move on.”
“Just let me take you home.”
“Open the damn door, or I’ll rip it off!”
“Can you tell me what the fight was about?”
“Shit. I’ll kill him.”
“Thanks, but no. I don’t want him dead.”
“I had no idea you were so fast.”
“We’ll probably get caught, anyway.”
“It’s totally worth it. Where else could we get such atmosphere?”
“How did you find me?”
“Your moves aren’t so hard to anticipate.”
“Now get your ass to my house.”
“I just want to be left alone.”
“What are you going to do? What? Are you going to beat me to death? You can’t! You’re not strong enough.”
“So what are you going to do, big bully?”
“You don’t think like a fighter yet.”
“How could you have known that about me?”
“I’ve been trained to think tactically and find my opponent’s weakness since the day I was born.”
“Oh, damn it. You are a vampire.”
“I know it’s popular and all that, but I really don’t want you to suck my blood. It’s just so unsanitary!”
“But it was a valid question, considering the circumstances!”
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Tord expected Tamara to do something to catch him off guard, but a kiss had not really been one of those things. Luckily he was prepared enough that he did not make a complete ass of himself in the process. He hummed softly against her mouth, a noise that soon evolved into a growl as he pressed her up against the wall. His tongue flicked out to rub against her bottom lip, only to quickly dart back into hiding; hands slid down her shoulders, her arms, down her sides, and laid to rest on her hips. It was a hold that insisted she stay there. He would make it worth her while somehow.
His proverbial shields remained raised all the while. Tamara was not foolish like Matilda or Matt; she was not overly-trusting like Ell or Edd. She could very well punch Tord in the stomach or knee him in the groin if he was not careful enough, so he hatched a plan in his mind to get her hands above her head as soon as possible. Briefly he mused the thought of using handcuffs, but even Tord knew he was thinking much too far ahead for that. Instead he pressed himself right against her body – marveled at how her breasts rubbed up against him – so that his stomach (if nothing else) was out of striking range.
although there was no expression, tamara was impressed with how easily he caught his footing. she had hoped the kiss would’ve been enough to distract him, even if it was just for a beat, but that wasn’t the case. instead, she found herself slipping further into a hole of defeat although, could it be considered that? was it possible to drop the competition for a short while?
perhaps that was the reason she’d gotten lost in the kiss. her lips parted against his to grant him access while hands rose to either side of his neck. her nails PRICKED at his skin initially before instinctively digging them in instead. although, not once did She try to find an opening to move away. instead, she was inching towards WELCO- MING it. but it was when tord pressed against her did she find herself breaking from the kiss; however, her lips didn’t stray too far from his.
❝ you were prepared for that, weren’t you? ❞
When Tamara pressed up against his body, Tord sucked in a harsh breath and closed his eyes yet again. That was far nicer than it ought to be; he had to remind himself – sternly – that he was dealing with a woman who hated his guts. This did not mean anything important. They were only trying to one-up each other. It was easier that way.
(It did not stop him from sparing a glance towards Tamara's lips. It did not stop him from wanting to press her up against the wall and kiss her until they both could not breathe anymore. Just because he could, because he wanted to, and a part of him hoped she wanted it as well even though he knew better.)
Tord grunted and reopened his eyes, reached down to place a hand over that closed fist. "You'll punch me?" he asked incredulously. "Go right ahead. I dare you to do it, Tamara." It was a dangerous dare, but one Tord made regardless. The sick bastard might actually enjoy being hit.
for the most part, tamara was silent. her only response to him was that of a GLARE. what fun was it to hit him when he was expecting it? she had to get him when he was caught off guard, not when he was proposing it as a dare.
and it was that exact thought that stemmed an idea. she would just have to wait until tord let his guard down and given the position they were already in, she doubted it would take too much energy. for a beat, a smirk danced on thin lips before she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his in a sudden kiss. her eyes closed immediately after she felt her lips on his and relaxed her first for the time being, moving either hand to rest on his shoulders and grip the sickening red hoodie in newly balled fists.
all she had to do was play the waiting game. once he was distracted, then she could throw the punch. although, it was pleasant to have him so close. to be able to feel his body against hers without any harm coming from either of them (for now). it was nice; however she wouldn’t DARE admit to it.
Was that fear in her eyes, or excited pride? Tord did not know, but he would find out.
The instant she drew closer to him, Tord placed his other hand on Tamara's shoulder, held it firmly, and pulled her that much closer to his chest. He understood that he had lost (for now) but he would find a way to put the odds in his favor again. "Clever," he said; leaned in and hissed the word against her ear. How he hoped that would make Tamara shudder. "You must be so proud of yourself. I'll get you back for that one, mark my words."
It came as an afterthought. If Tamara punched him for it – and she likely would – Tord would not be surprised. He might actually have admired her fire more than he already did. That said, the certainty that Tord would feel her punch in the morning did not stop him from brushing his lips against Tamara's cheek in an almost-kiss. Let her put that in her pipe and smoke it.
the hiss twisted her smile into that of a faint smirk, far from bothered about being closer to tord. if anything, tamara saw it as more of an opportunity to pull anything out of him-- that was, if she even knew what she WANTED from him. still, the words did send a shiver down her spine, causing her to press more against the man in hopes of somehow escaping the feeling.
tamara didn’t stay like that for long, however. as soon as she felt lips brush against skin, her hand was quick to ball into a fist. she wouldn’t hesitate to try and take a swing at him, even if it meant sliding down the wall enough to give her room to throw the punch. but for now? she pressed her knuckles against his gut while pulling her body away from tord’s ever so slightly.
❝ go ahead: kiss me. see what will happen. ❞
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Oh, so she thought she knew what he was capable of. That pissed Tord off instantly; how Tamara and Tom seemed to think they knew every damn thing about him, what he was like, why he did what he did. It made him feel infuriated, so much so that he leaned back in until his face was but a few centimeters away from Tamara's.
"You think I'm dangerous now?" Tord growled. Tobacco was heavy on his breath, no doubt as strong as alcohol might have been on hers. "You don't know the half of it. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Only an inkling, and believe me; that would hardly prepare you for even a fraction of it."
His hand tightened further, fingers dug into his palm with the force of it. He breathed out a sigh through his nose and closed his eyes for only a second. There was no way he would keep them shut around Tamara...at least, not yet. "To answer your question, yes. I do get a rise out of manipulating people. Rest assured though, it strictly involves my universe. Not your own. I'd imagine Tori has been attending to her own plans here, anyway...I'm here primarily because I was curious."
fear slowly crawled up her back as he listened to the growl, back pressing further against the wall (if that was even possible). tamara was at a loss for words. what could she dare to say? that she DID know of it? it wouldn’t have been true based on how he was speaking. besides, she didn’t want to agitate tord more than he already was. yes, she was able to see his explosion, but she wasn’t sure if she could say it was worth it; however, she would wear it with pride for the time being.
she was unaware that her teeth had been digging into her tongue before she forced her jaw to relax, allowing a faint smile to return to her features. once tamara composed herself, she found herself leaning forward towards the man’s ear, hesitantly resting a hand on his shoulder to help her stay close enough to whisper:
❝ i was curious as to when you would snap and you gave me exactly what i wanted. ❞
He hardly budged beneath her touch, though he did back up the tiniest amount. Tord's intention was to catch her hook, line, and sinker; he could not do that if he forced himself to get close to her. That having been said, he did not lift his hand from the wall nor back up that far. If anything he snickered and rolled his eyes. He was quite proud of himself.
"I see," he said mockingly. "So it's only fun when you're the one who's winning and leading this waltz of ours." Might as well call it what it was: a proverbial waltz where the two of them leapt at each other's throats just to be able to lead. Tord grit his teeth then, agitated, and the hand that laid against the wall curled into a fist. "Care to tell me why you're so hellbent on pushing me down? I've not done anything out of the ordinary."
Not yet.
was it truly a waltz? tamara would’ve labeled it more as walking on a bed of blades. it was a hassle to try and make her friends realize the dangers among tori and she doubted that tord would have been any different. it was draining, but she still had a fire to try to make her friends aware of the impending danger that could come forth from such a force.
❝ ...i’m hellbent on pushing you down because unlike the others, i UNDERSTAND what you’re capable of. the others just can’t seem to see that. ❞
her words dripped with venom, her hand withdrawing back to its resting place on her arm. she was a fool if she’d let herself be tricked by tord. tamara had to lead in the little waltz that they had-- according to him. she couldn’t allow him to turn the tables so easily without putting up a fight.
❝ what are you even DOING here other than to torment or manipulate other people? and do you get a rise out of it? ❞
"Because if you're anything like Tom – and you are – then manipulation is not your forte." Tord shrugged and did not bother to look away from his hand. His grin did shrink though, if only a little bit. "You're much more suited to getting to the point. You're a woman of action, and the list of problems you have with me are too lengthy to be settled by action alone. An unstoppable force meets an immovable object, et cetera, et cetera."
Was he grating on her nerves yet? Tord glanced at Tamara from the corner of his eye and dared press a little closer to her. About a half a foot of space was left between them, and Tord was almost casual as he looked Tamara in the face. He narrowed his eyes and stuck his tongue out playfully. "It makes me wonder if this is fun to you," he said with a sneer.
It was most certainly fun for him.
tamara drew in a breath to retaliate, even going as far as to lunge forward an inch through instinct. she wanted to prove him wrong, but it was hard to do when he spoke the truth. her back leaned against the wall once more, arms folding over her chest and nails curling into her hoodie. he was certainly trying her patience and something was telling her that he knew oh too well that he was. maybe it was that sick grin or teasing attitude.
when she pulled herself out of her thoughts, tamara jumped slightly, realizing just how close the man had gotten. her heels knocked against the base of the wall as she moved to both regain her footing as well as try to keep some amount of distance between them. although, it wasn’t very effective. so instead, she rose a hand to tord’s chest to push him back.
❝ well, it WAS fun. ❞
If she expected the explosion to be sudden, she had another thing coming. Tord was more of a storm than a bomb; thunder came first, lightning struck in the distance, too far away to be of any real harm. That is until the storm grew closer and closer, and that was exactly what was happening with Tord and Tamara. He stood up from the sofa and approached her as casually as he could, the grin still present, all teeth and wrinkles. "You wanna bet?" he asked, and placed a hand on the wall by her head.
It was a gesture Tamara could pull away from if she wanted to. Thing was, Tord doubted that was the case.
"My mistake. I was unaware you were the one who was really in charge here. Not that I think you would be any good at bossing me around." Tord lifted his other hand to his face and began to examine his fingers. "You wouldn't know where to begin."
black eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she made note of every little movement he made. even tamara knew that there had to be more to the situation than he was letting on. there had to be more running through such a messy mind than what he was saying and what he was doing. it was slowly starting to eat at her, making her wonder what it could be and giving her that determination to PRY into that closed off mind.
❝ is that so? ❞
she drew out the words slowly, back pressing into the wall as her eyes never strayed from tord. although his words rang the truth (she’d have no clue what to do with him other than get him to quit manipulating friends), she wouldn’t dare to admit to it. why would she EVER give him such a victory?
❝ why do you feel so confident about that? ❞
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She was right. Tord was not the boss of her, but damn if he did not love the thought of it. He grit his teeth hard and drew his lips into a tight smile, clearly struggling not to lose his temper with Tamara. She was just like Tom in every single way. There could be no doubt about that. From the way she intentionally grit at Tord's nerves to the hair and black eyes that regarded him with amused disdain. She wanted him to get pissed off.
It worked.
"You're absolutely right, Tamara," Tord answered at last. He settled his hand beneath his chin, brown eyes cold as he returned her stare. "I'm not the boss of you. But I very well could be, and what would you do about it if I was?"
tamara’s lips twitched upwards ever so slightly as soon as she saw tord being to crack. it was always a sight to see: the mastermind himself was a ticking time bomb, waiting to blow but always managing to blow out the fuse before he went off. but this time? no. this time she was able to burn the fuse down to his POWDER-- and it was a victory that felt like no other.
-- that was, until she actually heard him snap
the smile that etched its way on tamara’s lips faltered, soon forming into a dissatisfied frown. she expected MORE than what she got and she didn’t doubt that it was present on such flat features. however, she wasn’t afraid to try and knock him down a few extra pegs.
❝ you think you could ever be the boss of me? no matter what you do, that won’t ever happen. ❞
DON’T joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me. written by alex.
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