I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I would protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side.✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret.✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.
✧ I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
Leave a “Zip Me” for your character dressing mine, or the other way around.
“No,” Jasper said, propping himself up from where he’d been lounging, “you are not wearing that.” He swung his long legs off the edge of the seat he’d spread himself over, the thick line of golden thread shining even in the dim light of the guest room. He stood, moving to stand in front of Saturn, and rested a gentle, gilded hand on Saturn’s shoulder palm up.
Saturn looked up to Jasper with wide eyes, taking in a breath to ask a question.
“No,” Jasper repeated, his voice not holding the shine it usually did — it felt more like raw amethyst than polished obsidian; it felt more intimate than he’d allowed it to dip before. “I’ll choose it.” Jasper carefully undid the belt holding the deep cobalt fabric in its place at Saturn’s waist, where it was sitting just slightly off what was acceptable by Jasper’s standards. He dropped the belt carelessly.
Pushing the shirt off Saturn’s shoulders, he dropped the expensive fabric to the floor like it was nothing to him. There wasn’t anything money couldn’t replace, and Jasper wasn’t about to become concerned with something he could easily obtain again. Letting Saturn stand — shirtless — in front of him, Jasper had a smirk of a smile twitch up one corner of his mouth when the other man squirmed just that little bit. Almost imperceptible, but Jasper knew Saturn well.
Jasper tapped a finger gently on Saturn’s cheek. “Don’t be shy,” he said, “you’re a thing of beauty.”
Leaving Saturn to stand in an awkward state of undress, Jasper strode to the wardrobe in the room. Quickly, he selected a swath of a shirt. It was a charcoal with burnt orange reeds and golden cranes stitched into it.
He returned to Saturn, eyes lingering on the imperfect skin of the other for a moment — perhaps a beat too long. Draping the shirt over Saturn’s shoulders, Jasper looked to the other with a single expectant glance — get dressed, it said — before disappearing from in front of the other again.
Saturn put the shirt on — fastened it with the belt that he’d picked up from where Jasper had let it fall — and waited obediently for Jasper to return; knowing the other well enough that he wasn’t finished.
And Jasper wasn’t. He returned with a thick gold choker that glittered with diamonds and sapphires. There was a pause before a sharp smile split across Jasper’s mouth. “Sapphires are associated with your planet, my angel,” he said, “And for the diamonds and gold? Well….” He didn’t finish, simply fashioning the gilded collar around Saturn’s pretty neck.
Those are mine. You are mine.
Adjusting the edges of Saturn’s shirt, and tugging the tangles out of Saturn’s dark curls, Jasper placed a gentle kiss to the shorter man’s forehead. “Now you’re acceptable.” A pause. “For now.”
🌋- a memory about their first heartbreak & ⚔️- a memory about war
Hiding behind a tree is a little girl, ten years oldwith hair to her elbows and a smile hanging by a thread on her lips. She watchesa faraway boy with eyes like marbles, perfectly round and embarrassinglytransparent: oh, she likes this one. Hisskin is amber, and his hair is as black as the night sky. Yuna wonders if he’sthe child of the sun and the moon. Yuna wonders if he knows her name – she wondersabout his name.
When he turns around, shading his eyes carelesslywith one hand, Yuna steps out from behind the tree, a princess used to beingseen, demanding attention wherever she goes. She waits for the confusion to fade,for his back to straighten after a curt bow, before raising a hand to say hello.
Before she gets the chance, her tutor calls from thegates that separate the garden from the palace. Rats.
With an apologetic smile and a quick wave of her hand,Yuna ducks away. She allows herself one look over her shoulder, one last glimpseof the boy whose name she never learned. Hello,she hopes the thought makes its way over to him, I’m Yuna.
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His name is Ryo. He is the child of the cook, Yunalearns, and he spends his summers in the palace, pledging his time and youth tothose who need an extra pair of hands. When she visits the gardens, she remembersthe accident of their meeting, and imagines what he’s like. Kind, absolutely. Good-humoredand intelligent, perhaps. And absolutely brilliant, if she were to trust herdaydreams.
She doesn’tsee him again for three years. He is in the garden again, running his handthrough the trees like he is coaxing them to life. Like he expects a girl tojump from behind its branches once more, smiling like she was called to him,like they had arranged a clandestine meeting among flowers and he had forgottenbut she hadn’t.
Yuna smiles at the sight and inhales the scent ofTsuki in the spring before stepping forward. “Hello.”
His bow, once awkward and stiff, is fluid and asbeautiful as his voice when he replies, “Hello, Your Highness.”
She brushes her hair back and straightens hershoulders, standing erect and tall and – she hopes – beautiful. “Call me Yuna.”
She notices he smiles with his teeth and his eyes. More sun than moon, she decides. “Callme Ryo.”
The smile she gives Ryo mirrors his own: all teeth,all eyes, all joy and light. “Okay, Ryo.”
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“Don’t be a fool, Yuna.” The lights of the palaceseem to flicker at the harsh treble of her father’s voice, but Yuna remains unshaken,unmoved. Anchored by her heart and mind both, she does not flinch.
“I worry more about becoming cruel, Father,” she says.“To dismiss a family for one girl’s mistake is an abuse of powerand a shame to your crown.”
“You will watch your tone,” he thunders. Yuna doesnot flinch. “Let this be a lesson: as ruler, your mistakes are not your own; theyare an entire kingdom’s, and your people will suffer the consequences before theyeven touch you.”
At this, she trembles. The burden of the crown thrownat her feet. A whole kingdom praying her name, looking to the sky as they hopefor a ruler who will do more than guide them – a ruler who will love them,cherish them, protect them.
But isn’t this what she is doing now? What is akingdom made of, if not individual persons and families?
She has only her elegance and her diplomacy to useagainst her father, knowing he will bow only to reason. “So a family who hasserved the crown for decades is to be punished to teach one girl a lesson.Thrown out as mere collateral, for the sake of a princess who will one day be their queen.”
Her father’s expression is unchanged, but it’s inhis silence that Yuna knows she has won. She meets his wordless glare with herown, refusing to sacrifice unnecessary words at the altar of his throne,placing faith in her answer to strike true.
The two of them, both political rulers at theircore, understand the significance of this moment: their first disagreement, astand-off between father and daughter, King and Crowned Princess. It will setthe precedent of the wars to come between them.
When he smiles, Yuna feels a wave of relief and pride flood into her bones. “They willstay,” he relinquishes. “But Ryo is to be sent to train for battle far fromhere, as a special favor from the crown.”
The wave dissipates. To train for battle means yearsof separation – a chasm that will swallow Ryo’s spirit and spit it out hardand battle-ready, with no memory of the girl who once whispered her love intohis ear and told him all the legends and myths of heavenly angels.
The precedent is this: no one ever truly wins. In wars and – perhaps most of all – in love, she will only get a piece of whatshe wants.
Bravely, with tears and fire both in her eyes, Yunaraises her chin towards her father. “Understood.”
