𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑴

[sanitatcm]

#𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑴. ❛ if you come to me with a sore throat or a bad knee, you are a patient and i know you well. i know what to do and i do it. and you think, that man has confidence but [...] i don't know the right prescription for gallantry: i never had leisure to learn it. ❜

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independent & private roleplay blog for 𝒅𝒓. 𝒅𝒘𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒔 of the 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 series of novels by 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦. book & headcanon based with some influences from the 2015 series. written by skye. established september 2023.

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[sanitatcm]

me, realizing i only have five drafts - before immediately remembering i have hundreds of things in my inbox

[gachcuid]

@sanitatcm liked for a starter from morwenna

Her condition was one familiar to her, and this time it ought to have been so much sweeter than the others, but Morwenna found herself riddled with melancholy and doubt as her time drew nearer. Drake was fit to burst with glee at the prospect of a child coming, but her mind could not let her rest. She couldn't stop herself from thinking of John Conan, of carrying him and birthing him and all she had to endure so soon after her labours. Her heart grieved for the child she left behind but couldn't bear to think of or look at for the memory of his father. She thought of how the child she carried would know the love of its father, but would its mother even be capable of the same love, if she was able to do what she had done to her firstborn?

She felt plagued. So, each day, she walked along the cliffs. Not for any sinister reason, but to have her ears and head filled with sounds of wind and waves to drown everything else out. But as her time grew nearer, the walk grew harder, and she found herself needing to sit and rest more often.

It was then, as she stared out at the grey horizon, that company approached her, though she was too far away to realise it right away.

[sanitatcm]

at first, he did not notice the figure seated on the rock. as he rode out of sawle, the afternoon shadows already lengthening, his mind was focused on the patients he had seen, and on the visits he would need to make tomorrow. but as he reached the crest of the hill, the cliff stretched before him - and he spotted a young woman. and as he grew closer, he realized it was one he knew...

" mrs. carne! " he called, but the wind carried his words out to sea. drawing nearer, he dismounted and approached her with a welcoming smile. " morwenna? "

he had seen her on several occasions since her marriage - enough to know that her situation was far happier than it once it had been. though surely it would not take much to be so. he still sometimes thought of her first husband - and recalled with bitterness what he was sure had gone on under that horrible roof... but that was not his past to dwell on and he was pleased to see her situation - and health - so much improved.

" i'm not interrupting, i hope? "

[sanitatcm]

i love when tumblr sends those emails like 'your such and such blog is x years old today!' because it means i get to be reminded of blogs i made that i had completely forgotten about.

[cragsnow]

the chill air does absolute wonders for him, and he feels like he can at least breathe a little easier now. he can blank out the quiet chatter, pretend that there’s no-one for miles around except for him and dwight. and it’s only now that he realises that his heart has been hammering hard in his chest, beating out a fervent rhythm against his ribcage, the realisation coming as he feels the rate begin to settle.

there’s the immediate temptation to lie now that he feels as if he has more control over himself, to pretend that everything is okay, but then will this ever end? and if there’s only one person that he can talk to, surely that would be dwight? ‘ i, ah... admit that i might be struggling… within myself. ’ he plants his hands flat on the nearest railing, looking out over the gardens, because that’s easier than giving dwight his full attention, doing away with the potential to see the pity that will no doubt come. ‘ and i have been for… well, a while, actually. ’

[sanitatcm]

he could not have said exactly what he expected his friend to reveal - if anything at all - but the answer catches him off guard all the same. for a long moment, he simply looks at him, quiet and considering. it would be a lie to say he had never wondered, never caught a look or turn of phrase that might have been worthy of concern... but felix had never seemed keen to share - and he was not one to pry where he was not wanted. but if this was an opening, he would not rebuff it now...

" struggling, " he repeats, coming to stand beside felix, mirroring his stance by staring out into the dark garden. " i see. " he understands the feeling - or at least something like it. after his return from france, he had been... lost. in more ways than one. and he had tried to bury it until it made him sick inside. it was an impossible way to live. he would not wish it on any one - least of all his friend... " how did it start? " he asks. his voice is even - neutral. he suspects any trace of pity or over-concern would end the conversation as abruptly as it had begun. " i've... learned it is better to talk of such things... "

[himbovillains]

sleep has been evading her for a good few hours now.  though she had tried ever so desperately to settle herself in their sleeping chambers, it had felt so empty without her husband’s presence that all she could think to do was take herself somewhere that the emptiness wasn’t so keenly felt within her.  but he seemed to inhabit every room at killewarren, the echoes of him lingering so deeply within the walls of the estate that she could not escape him even if she tried to.  

‘ isn’t it tragic to be so lonely in your own home? ’  she had complained to horace, who had regarded her with such indifference that for a few moments, she had thought to confine him outside for the rest of the evening.  but loneliness and fondness for the creature had, in the end, kept him firmly by her side in the fire-heated sitting room. 

so it’s a blessing when dwight finally does return home, his footsteps so familiar on the stairwell that she feels her heart hammering harder in her chest at the anticipation of seeing him walk through the door.  and when he does walk through that door, her eyes had been dangerously close to sliding shut, as though his appearance in the house was the soothing balm that she finally needed to drift off.  ‘ and what sort of a wife would i be if i did not even try to herald your arrival home? ’

[sanitatcm]

" a perfectly rational one, " he replies, a soft smile on his lips as he approaches her chair. " but you may regret your loyalty come morning... " pausing only for an obligatory scratch of horace's ears, he leans in to kiss her gently. during the long hours spent in the saddle, visiting one patient after another, his thoughts did not often stray from his work... but as the shadows lengthened and he had finally turned his horse towards home, she once again began to claim her rightful place in his mind... he cannot now pretend to be displeased that her own thoughts tended so closely to his.

" and what have you done to while away the hours, then? " he asks, meeting her light tone as he settles into the seat beside her. while sleep had been a tempting idea as he had ridden through the dark, now that he is here, the sight of her is bracing - like she is the necessary burst of energy that he had lacked by the end of his appointments. in truth, even with his imprisonment in france long behind him, his stamina had not quite recovered and he tired more easily now than he cared to admit. even to caroline.

but he pushes that thought away quickly and offers her a warm smile. " i trust you and horace had far more to do than regret my absence... "

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[soulwaned]

❛❛   a   physician.   ❜❜         there   is   no   question   to   be   had.      word   of   mouth   passes   so   quickly   around,      it   was   impossible   for   her   not   to   hear   of   the   murmurs.         there   was   always   a   string      (   or   several   )   of   gossip   to   go   around,      unavoidable   more   often   than   not.         ❛❛   i   don't   see   the   point.      it   was   a   fall,      i'm   quite   all   right.      all   this   worry   for   nothing.   ❜❜         and   yet,      perhaps   she   could   have   expected   it   to   come   about.         propped   up   on   the   lounger   with   her   foot   balanced   against   a   too   fluffy   pillow,      she   seems   more   resigned   to   the   fact   that   the   decision   making   has   been   taken   out   of   her   hands;      especially   given   this   new   arrival.         ❛❛   i   apologize   for   having   to   waste   your   time,      @sanitatcm.   ❜❜                  

[sanitatcm]

" indeed i am, ma'am, " he replies, doing his best to keep a straight face. he has seen many an implacable patient - a great number who have convinced themselves that his services are entirely unneeded. rarely has he found them to be correct... but all the same, he cannot help but find amusement in the clear displeasure in her eyes... it is true. word had gotten round of her - recent indisposition. but he would not have intruded had her own family not sent for him and his services... " but if i can give even a little reassurance, i promise my time will not have been wasted, " he adds judiciously, a knowing glint in his eye. but, in truth, a quick glance at her ankle reveals the obvious swelling... " dare i ask you what happened? "

[sanitatcm]

@heartsilvered said: forgive me for taking up so much of your time.

" you've done nothing of the sort, i assure you, " he says, offering her a sincere smile. her apology does not surprise him - so many of men of his profession put the concerns of their pocketbooks over those of all else. to them, a case is not deemed valuable unless it earns them a hefty fee. in other words, tending to the cuts and scrapes of a mere servant would not be deemed an worthwhile dispensation of their skills... but he has never subscribed to such a belief. he first studied his trade in the poorest corners of london - and such experience convinced him that it is never the rich who are most worthy of his time...

" you should be as good as new in no time. " his fingers move with swift confidence as he puts the finishing touches on her bandaged hand. " assuming, of course, you take the necessary rest... " he adds with a pointed look. he does not say as much, but he suspects that is the least manageable aspect of his treatment... " your mistress will not object, i trust? i am more than happy to speak with her if you wish... "

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

[ethicallysourcedtink]

ʻMOTHER, WE ARE YOUR DAUGHTERS. WE REMEMBER. WE REMAIN.ʼ ↪ dialogue from a day of fallen night by samantha shannon. ⁽ᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁰¹/??⁾ change pronouns/gendered terms as needed.

who comes at this hour?

we might be able to stop each other falling, or we could pull each other down.

your realm is weeping.

i apologise. i thought you resembled someone i knew.

talk to me a while, before i fall asleep.

do you dream of being queen?

it's too late. everyone has seen.

be quick if you cannot be kind.

i come from a village stricken by drought.

are you very angry?

every year, i expect to suddenly feel as though i could say anything and be convinced i was right, and not be terrified that someone will peck holes in my words. as if i've set, or been kilned into shape. still, i never do.

don't lock your heart too fast, (name).

for this, i have crossed the sea.

when i first left, i understood how wide and glorious the world must be; how many marvels it must hold.

a spark can be coaxed into a brighter flame, if given the chance.

be quick, for both our sakes.

this place bores me. no offence.

i was waiting for night to fall.

youthful folly can be excused and buried.

i see you are set on this, but be careful. you could be hurt.

i don't need anyone to save me. all i ever ask is that you not abandon me.

let her never think of this place as a cage.

some would drink of the sweet wine until they drowned.

i believe i have this dance.

i am vexed by your presence.

this mistake is a small part of your life. it does not define it.

it has been some time since i last had peace.

i have a proposal. one i must make in confidence.

fire for your hearth, and joy for your hall.

one of you has sense, at least.

i'd rather make a sport of counting all the signs you miss.

i mean to always tell you when you do foolish things.

i would like you to tell me a story.

let the bastard come.

stay with me, lover.

am i such a fool?

it's not my place to teach you right from wrong. you ought to know it well by now.

i'm sure you would be happy to keep a close watch on a beautiful woman.

if duty takes you from each other, then you must bear the separation.

courage, my love.

you appeal to my heart.

i knew i could rely on you.

your courtesies are hollow, then?

i resent your accusation.

i see you came armed. you must fear me.

you're always so good to me, (name). even when i'm a fool.

i would have hurled myself in after her.

fine garments, i can have made. food and drink, i can provide. what i cannot give is the wit and talent of a courtier.

forgive me. you know how i relish the chase.

i will see you in the morrow.

be at ease.

there are rules for survival. you taught me that.

i will remember. i will remain.

nothing comes above your calling.

no god or spirit worth my praise would have allowed this.

i never knew you were fond of gossip.

what did you dream?

may i join you?

let me get you some ginger. it will help.

it makes (name) twice the fool for planting that thought in your mind.

you have been enough of a fool today. i am in no mood for jests.

why were you in the snow? you could have frozen.

i cannot grant that wish.

i have never heard of such wanton cruelty.

i learned what it was to miss you for the first time.

you might find me less quiet if you had ever paused to speak to me.

forgive my undress.

honour is an axe with two blades.

there is a price.

on my oath, it won't happen again.

why do you rouse me?

shake your head and smile all you like.

i told you we'd make a strong match.

it is gentle poison, but poison nonetheless.

you are often stupid. but you fed me.

so long as she found her mark, she would miss the world catching fire in her wake.

may your dreams be clear.

i merely voiced a thought.

you have finally caught my attention.

do you have a name?

i have a thirst.

i will swear it with your blade, in my blood.

you. always you.

why are you lurking here in the dark?

i have no intention of staying awake longer than it takes me to finish this repast.

i saw how you looked at me in the throne room. and how often.

i assume her tongue slipped.

[sanitatcm]

@nursc said: 15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before   (stargate)

the first thing he notices is that the room is far too bright.

as he slowly wakes, he screws his eyes shut against the glare - and against the horrible pounding in his head. christ, how much did he drink last night? whatever the answer, it had been years since he'd indulged that far. he was famously a nurse-one-beer-all-night kind of guy. or at least he had been before... but even that hadn't held much appeal of late. which makes his current predicament all the more surprising...

as he lies there in agony, he realizes shamefully that he has no idea what happened after the first round of drinks last night. christine... she had been trying to help. trying to ease him back into a normal life - going out with friends, doing anything that wasn't brooding alone in his office... but after she had taunted him into that first shot of tequila - her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed - it all became a frustrating blank.

and that's when it hits him.

this isn't his room.

nauseated panic washes over him as he glances down at the bedspread, at the heap of clothes scattered on the floor... he knows whose room this is, even before he hears her steady breathing beside him. he forces a deep breath through his nose, fortifying himself before he turns his aching head to look at her... dammit. in the sunlight, her yellow hair glints gold on the pillow. her make-up from the night before looks smeared now - but it makes his chest tighten all the same. and it's clear - he realizes as his mouth goes dry - that she's as bare as he is beneath the sheets...

fuck. fuck.

he sits up abruptly, groaning as his head and stomach angrily protest. he can't have - they can't have... not like this... it would be a lie to say he hadn't thought about it. hadn't dreamed about it. even as he was stepping through the gate on that mission destined for hell, he'd been thinking that she just might go on a date with him when he got home... but now? when he's little more than a broken husk of a man, with nothing to offer her but a shattered mind and body? the thought makes him feel worse than any hangover could. he has to get out. before she wakes up. before she has time to be horrified at the mistake they've made.

the squeak of the springs makes him wince as he slips out of bed, fighting against the nausea as he searches for all of his clothes. how could he have let this happen? how could he have let their fragile, barely healed friendship go so thoroughly to hell? ... but as he reaches under the bed for his boxers, he knows that deep down, what eats at him the most is regret... he'd spent so long imagining what it would be like to be with her. and he can't remember a single thing.

[sanitatcm]

@nursc said: 13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them

in many ways, it could be any morning: both of them up before dawn has fully broken in the eastern sky, packing their respective bags with the tools of their trade, dressing sleepily with only a few quiet words exchanged between them... a routine had indeed taken hold in the few months since their marriage. and, all things considered, it is a good one. they work well together, their habits and instincts easily aligned - even when their temperaments are not... but disagree though they might in the day, there is no pretending that they do not get on far better at night, when their bodies answer a call neither can say aloud...

but lately, that routine has... shifted.

they linger in bed longer than they once had done. smiles appear more readily and teasing comments have lost some of their old, cruel sting... she has thawed to him. at least, he thinks she has a little. and with every new touch, every tender moment found beyond the heat of their bed, he only confirms what he'd known long ago: he is irrevocably hers. all he can do now is prove to her that opening her heart is no mistake. but until then, he will gladly accept what she offers him - no questions, no complaints.

and this morning feels fresh with new warmth between them. though he knows he must soon set off to visit his patients, he cannot bring himself to squander the moment. not when he can still feel the marks she'd left on his skin the night before...

sitting up in bed, he watches her a moment as she pulls on her shift. precisely his cue to interrupt. he pushes the blankets aside and pads across the room to her. one arm slips around her waist and he gently pulls her back, flush against his chest. " it's early yet, " he says, brushing aside her hair to press kisses along her neck and shoulder. her skin is still warm from sleep... only a few months ago, he would not have dreamed that he would be so ready to linger rather than riding out as soon as the sky was light. her power, it seems, is not to be underestimated...

he smiles against her tousled blonde locks. " a man might worry you are looking to make a quick escape... " he teases, lips brushing her ear.

[sanitatcm]

@vivrez said: “ do you want me to go? ”

the cold, pre-dawn light crept in through the chink in the curtains, making a pale streak across the bedspread. his eyes were already adjusted to the shadows. he hadn't slept, but stared instead at the ceiling for hours, letting the darkness slowly recede around him. his mind had been racing - full of self-reproach and guilty recriminations - and sleep had been impossible. he should have known better. and yet... here he was once more, playing with fire, leaving his honor hanging by a single, fraying thread.

for hours he'd listened to her steady breathing beside him. it should have been a comforting sound - and once or twice, he nearly dozed off with her... but then he'd remember what they had done. a flash of sense memory - the taste of her kisses, the warmth of her skin beneath his, how she felt surrounding him... and then any thought of sleep would vanish. he would do his best to push the memories away - even as his body ached to relive them all.

he shouldn't have let it go this far. he knew that. with painful clarity. but perhaps it was inevitable, after what they had been to each other in france. guardians of each other's sanity. and now back in england, swept up in a world that hardly felt real, where nothing seemed as important as the dying groans he could still hear echoing from quimper. now, for reasons he would rather not examine, those voices only went quiet when he was with her... a stronger man might have resisted when she appeared on his doorstep, damp from the rain and wearing an expression he knew too well. but he was not such a man.

instinctively, his body curved towards her when her voice broke his pensive silence. in the dim light, he could just make out the curve of her cheek, the dark tresses spilling over his pillow. unable to resist, he reached up to brush a few strands from her face. his fingers lingered there. " no, " he said, a soft smile - one tinged with regret - spreading across his lips. " no, i don't. " it was the honest truth. and a most inconvenient one. he swallowed hard, grateful for the darkness that obscured his features. " but - perhaps you should... someone may see you, " he added quietly. despite his words, his fingers stroked her cheek, not yet ready to give her up.

[sanitatcm]

it’s so extremely telling that for as level-headed, rational, and calm as d.wight is, he is always drawn to the most chaotic people around him lol

[leneemusing]

morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

[crownmemes]

Blithe Spirit Sentences

(Sentences from Blithe Spirit (2020) and related stories. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"There's only 26 letters in the damn alphabet! All you've got to do is put them in order!"

"If you insist on living like a nocturnal animal, at least be civil enough to hide your tracks!"

"I think giving up the throne for love is awfully romantic."

"How is it so easy for you?"

"It's sweet of you to try and spare my feelings - and a little naive."

"There's really nothing to feel insecure about. She may have been very attractive, but the poor woman's gone."

"Primitive superstition can be very persuasive, especially with the emotionally susceptible."

"This can't be happening. I must be hallucinating."

"If you've got something to tell me, be a man and spit it out."

"That's a thoroughly immoral suggestion!"

"Please accept my heartfelt apology for anything untoward I might have said last night... Or this morning."

"Be quiet! Stop behaving like a harlot!"

"You always were vain and self-obsessed."

"How am I supposed to write in this state?"

"I'm not the one who's started seeing things!"

"Please refrain from playing with my affections."

"So you do still find me attractive?"

"Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore."

"I refuse to share my husband with anyone - especially his dead ex-wife!"

"Am I to understand I was invited in the spirit of mockery?"

"I've missed you more than life itself."

"You've just spent the night with your ex-wife! How do you expect me to feel?"

"There's really no need for you to be jealous. You're the one I love. Forgive me that I don't tell you enough."

"You care more about breaking china than you do breaking my heart!"

"I didn't know it was going to be one of those parties!"

"It is my ambition and ego that dragged us into this unbearable mess, and that is something I shall have to live with for the rest of my life."

"You can't just leave me here!"