a court of thorns and roses sentence starters
“don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.”
“be glad of your human heart. pity those who don’t feel anything at all.”
“i love you. thorns and all.”
“we need hope, or else we cannot endure.”
“you look… better than before. and your hair is… clean.”
“do you ever stop being so serious and dull?”
“do you ever stop being a prick?”
“you could have demanded every single week of the year. every single week, and i would’ve said yes.”
“he also said that you liked being brushed, and if i’m clever i might train you with treats.”
“everything i love always has the tendency to be taken away from me.”
“i would have been gentle with you, though.”
“i’m tired and lonely, and you’re the only person i can talk to without putting myself at risk.”
“because i wouldn’t want to die alone. because i’d want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. that’s something everyone deserves.”
“i didn’t want you to fight alone. or die alone.”
“has anyone ever taken care of you?”
“i’m drawn to it, even when i know i shouldn’t be, even when i try not to be.”
“beneath all your pride and stubbornness, i could have sworn i detected something that felt differently. interesting.”
“my priority would be to help my family—and i would have picked whatever side could keep them safest. i hadn’t thought of it as a weakness until now.”
“before you start yelling…”
“killing us is easier in pants.”
“all those years, what i did for them… and they didn’t try to stop you from taking me.”
“we’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.”
“we had contests to see who could write the dirtiest limericks while i was living with my father’s war-band by the border. i don’t particularly enjoy losing, so i took it upon myself to become good at them.”
“do you lie awake at night to come up with all your witty replies for the following day?”
“you don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend.”
“if it grieves you, then i don’t think it’s absurd at all.”
“better to die with my chin held high than groveling like a cowering worm.”
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