#* violence

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hey who's willing to beat me up

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where’s the weirdest place u’ve fought someone

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what i hate about punching someone is that it always hurts the day after and if you try to wash your hands it stings but u can't really gauze it bc that's stiff and uncomfortable and it is. a struggle

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aaaannd now i wanna fight someone. lit.

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sometimes u just get this burning urge to punch someone in the face

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I just want you to fucking die. I want you to die so this fucking nightmare can end. I want you to die so I don't have to constantly check your social media anymore, I want you to die so I can finally be at peace. I hope someone fucking kills you.

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     Blood tastes metallic, she knew it from memory. It swelled in her mouth, against her tongue, it wouldn’t let her breathe. Something picks her up, from her bloody pile on a forest floor, and she thinks he tells her something -- you idiot. The sword wasn’t meant for you. The iron cut at her back much like scissors at cloth; she wondered, if the attacker had dug any deeper, a cut would be the least of her worries. 

     Robin presses her head against his chest, breathing labored and heavy; she tries to raise her head, and the pain brings tears to her eyes; gods, there was too much to process. There was no sound, but it felt like the world was happening all at once, and she captures his hand with hers, squeezing tight. 

   ❝ I promised.... No one would die... On my watch. ❞ Her voice is hoarse, too quiet to be the same queen who could lull a nation to hush with a single word. Pulling his hand closer, she manages a brief kiss against his fingers, a sort of ‘i’m sorry,’ the only one he’d ever hear from her.