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Damn it... He should have been more careful. It was lucky Beast was able to get away after being spotted in the woods, but he hadn’t managed to get away before one of the men could take a shot.
Had the bullet gone through his arm or just grazed it? Either way, it hurt like hell as Beast lay clutching the wound.
((Any mutuals want a starter?
friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you
sonofmalevolence:
“Some called her the Mistress of all Evil. I just called her Mom.”
More Angsty rp Starters
"What are you doing? No, stop!"
"Is that blood!? Oh god."
"What are you doing down here by yourself?"
"Where did these cuts come from?"
"There is a bullet in your arm! We need to get you to a hospital!"
"Oh my god. W-Wake up! Oh please wake up!"
"Hey, are you okay?"
"You know, you should have said something! You're lucky I was here."
"Oh god, you just almost died!"
"Look out!"
"Here, take my hand. Everything's fine. Just hold on to me and keep moving."
"Don't look down."
"Take my hand!"
"You're going to be fine. I promise."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Hold still. It hurts worse if you move."
"You idiot! What do you think you were doing out there!?"
"Don't move."
"Oh Jesus. It sliced right across your face. No wonder you can't see."
"Hold on. What's the matter with your leg?"
"You're lucky to be alive right now."
"Oh, god. I didn't sign up for this. _______, I'm not a doctor!"
"I thought you were dead."
"We are going to die."
"Run!"
"Can you stand? Are you okay? Are you even conscious?"
"________? ________, you need to get up right now. Can you do that?"
"You've got a blood stain on the back of your shirt, and I really hope it's not yours."
"My god, I thought you said you could swim! What you did right there is called drowning!"
"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt!?"
((Online, but I’m gonna be focusing on getting at least one of my side blogs active. Feel free to drop by either one!
Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts
bxrbariic:
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“Everyone ends up alone.” “Stay close to me.” “We need to get away.” “This is all for you.” “How could you be so heartless?” “There’s gotta be another way out.” “I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.” “I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.” “I never thought you would really go.” “I was being such a fool.” “But I can’t live without you.” “If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.” “Don’t let me down.” “And now I’m feeling stupid.” “I’ll only stay with you one more night.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Can’t take it no more.” “I used to pretend that I felt okay.” “I’ve failed you again.” “God knows that I tried…” “I was dreaming for so long.” “You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.” “If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?” “We both know how this ends.” “This is not what I do.” “Is that alright?” “Am I even human?” “I’m a mess.” “At least I’ve always been myself.” “No one knows my heart.” “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “There is something that you need to let me know.” “Be honest please.” “Say you’ll stay.” “I’ll look after you.” “I wasn’t looking for this.” “Here’s my number.” “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” “I missed you so bad.” “You see?” “Come on let’s go and play!” “Be my baby.” “Don’t you ever say I just walked away.” “I will always want you.” “I never meant to start a war.” “I just wanted you to let me in.” “I guess I should’ve let you win.” “You make me crazy from happiness.” “You’re my prince from the fairy tale.” “Where do I go if you leave?” “I was afraid you don’t care about me.” “I can’t forget you.” “I’m your destiny.” “You are like frost.” “We just have to wait until the next life.” “We need to talk.” “Where did I go wrong?” “I lost a friend.” “If I don’t say this now I will surely break.” “I’m losing my control.” “What’s mine is yours to leave or take.” “You’ve begun to feel like home.” “If that’s what you want…” “But I’m only human!” “I bleed…” “I can do it!” “Don’t let them in.” “Let it go.” “We only have each other.“ “Okay, can I just, say something crazy?” “We are meant to be.”
((Just a heads-up, I won’t be around for the next few days cause of family and school.
can you reblog this if you wouldn’t mind having pre-established relationships ? i’m looking for RP partners, but everyone I approach replies as if they were strangers, and my muse needs friends. p(´⌒｀｡q)
"This is just how I am."
“Don’t come a step closer!” the young ice queen warned. “I understand! I have been called a monster, too. But if you attack me, sir, you will regret it!”
themasterofthiscastle
“You may not.” His reply was curt, almost a snarl. The west wing was his domain, his refuge in the castle, and not even the servants were allowed to enter it. Beast was certain Elsa would be horrified to see it, anyway.
At last, they came to one of the spare rooms, and Beast opened the large, creaking doors for his guest. Inside the room was clean enough… no dust or cobwebs, at least. But it was cold and dark, like a well-furnished jail cell.
Elsa tried to keep her face passive at that growl. But it had been frightful and certainly not human. She supposed asking this creature what he was was out of the question too. She sighed and nodded.
She surveyed her room, taking a moment before she stepped into it. “Thank you. I am sure I will rest well here.”
The cold did not bother her, though the darkness did make it feel more like a prison. She looked at her host and nodded gratefully. “I suppose I shall see you in the morning?”
Strange how something so simple could have taken him by surprise. ‘See you in the morning.’ He hadn’t heard anyone say that in so long... Beast shook his head quickly, reminding himself once more not to dwell on the past. “Maybe,” he muttered in reply. “I don’t... I don’t entertain guests often.” Or ever.
He turned to go at last, but he paused at the door. If nothing else, he decided, he could at least give Elsa some light. A wave of his hand was all that he needed to command the candles inside the dark bedroom to light by themselves, illuminating the chamber as the Beast lumbered away.
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"This is just how I am."
“Don’t come a step closer!” the young ice queen warned. “I understand! I have been called a monster, too. But if you attack me, sir, you will regret it!”
themasterofthiscastle
The castle had more than enough spare rooms. The only inhabitant who still slept in a bed was himself, after all. “Follow me,” Beast muttered, turning to lead Elsa from the entrance hall down a long corridor. Few candles were lit, casting a faint glow upon the hideous gargoyles carved into the walls. The Beast’s immense shadow danced over their scowling faces in the flickering candlelight.
“You can come and go as you like,” he explained to Elsa. “The servants will attend to your needs. But you must never go into the west wing, is that understood?”
Elsa admired the gargoyles. She always had a secret love for the macabre and now was no exception. This castle could not be more different from Arendelle’s and part of her liked that. It felt good to get away.
She was surprised to hear that the servants would treat her. She had been under the impression the castle was without them. She had seen no one besides the Beast so far.
At the mention of the West Wing she cocked an eyebrow. The disciplined princess in her told her to obey without question. But the inquisitive queen she had become wanted to know why the West Wing specifically was out of bounds. “I understand. May I inquire why…?”
“You may not.” His reply was curt, almost a snarl. The west wing was his domain, his refuge in the castle, and not even the servants were allowed to enter it. Beast was certain Elsa would be horrified to see it, anyway.
At last, they came to one of the spare rooms, and Beast opened the large, creaking doors for his guest. Inside the room was clean enough... no dust or cobwebs, at least. But it was cold and dark, like a well-furnished jail cell.
"This is just how I am."
“Don’t come a step closer!” the young ice queen warned. “I understand! I have been called a monster, too. But if you attack me, sir, you will regret it!”
themasterofthiscastle
Beast had to stop himself from laughing at ‘your highness.’ Even his own servants rarely called him that. “You can call me the beast,” he replied. It was the only name that fit him now.
“Very well, Elsa,” he continued. “I’ll give you a place to stay. For now.” He could only hope he wouldn’t come to regret this choice…
“Gratitude for your kindness, Beast…” she thanked him softly.
Similar thoughts went through her head. Would she regret this? He looked like he could have a taste for human flesh. Granted, lately Elsa had been turning to ice and she was sure she would be an unappetizing meal. But she probably looked as edible as any other lost woman.
“I have had…a long journey,” she confessed. “Sleep is what I desire most right now. Could I trouble you for a bed?”
The castle had more than enough spare rooms. The only inhabitant who still slept in a bed was himself, after all. “Follow me,” Beast muttered, turning to lead Elsa from the entrance hall down a long corridor. Few candles were lit, casting a faint glow upon the hideous gargoyles carved into the walls. The Beast’s immense shadow danced over their scowling faces in the flickering candlelight.
“You can come and go as you like,” he explained to Elsa. “The servants will attend to your needs. But you must never go into the west wing, is that understood?”
"This is just how I am."
“Don’t come a step closer!” the young ice queen warned. “I understand! I have been called a monster, too. But if you attack me, sir, you will regret it!”
themasterofthiscastle
That explained it. Beast knew better than most how people feared what they considered to be different. The human race was flawed like that… it almost made him glad to be something other than human.
But then again, the Beast wasn’t fond of magic. For obvious reasons. If she truly was a witch, he would not want her in his home… But no, he realized, what kind of witch could she be? A witch would be too powerful to be chased away by a mob, wouldn’t she?
How could he be sure, either way? The Beast huffed, considering the options a moment before he looked at his guest again. “What is your name?”
She stood there in the silence, scanning her surroundings. She found the castle oddly beautiful. A contrast to the cheery atmosphere of Arendelle’s palace. She never let her eyes wander long, however. This creature might be like a man but she still did not know his diet. She could easily be his meal if he got bored with her. So she kept her guard up and her magic ready.
“My name…?” she looked down at her tattered royal dress, her missing shoe, the mess she had become. “My name is Elsa.”
There was no reason to introduce herself as a Queen. After all, the people of Arendelle had stormed her castle and rioted. Who did she rule? There was also no reason to admit she had powerful magic.
“Your Highness…” it sounded odd on her tongue, usually she was in the position of power “Who are you?”
Beast had to stop himself from laughing at ‘your highness.’ Even his own servants rarely called him that. “You can call me the beast,” he replied. It was the only name that fit him now.
“Very well, Elsa,” he continued. “I’ll give you a place to stay. For now.” He could only hope he wouldn’t come to regret this choice...
"This is just how I am."
“Don’t come a step closer!” the young ice queen warned. “I understand! I have been called a monster, too. But if you attack me, sir, you will regret it!”
themasterofthiscastle
“Desperate…” What could drive someone to wander the woods at night, in such weather? This young woman hardly seemed to be a simple villager… And then there was her claim of having been called monster. “What are you running from?”
Her eyes widened. Had she already said too much? She tried to keep her posture straight, her face impassive. He was frightening-looking, yes. But she had determined already that he acted and talked like a man. So he must be a man. And most men could not read her. Yet he figured out she was running.
“An angry mob…” she said coolly. “I was accused of witchcraft. It does not take much to frighten a group of people, it turns out.”
She would leave out that she was, in fact, guilty of a crime. If she did not possess her ice magic, she would be dead now. It was all that got her out of Arendelle and through the forest.
That explained it. Beast knew better than most how people feared what they considered to be different. The human race was flawed like that... it almost made him glad to be something other than human.
But then again, the Beast wasn’t fond of magic. For obvious reasons. If she truly was a witch, he would not want her in his home... But no, he realized, what kind of witch could she be? A witch would be too powerful to be chased away by a mob, wouldn’t she?
How could he be sure, either way? The Beast huffed, considering the options a moment before he looked at his guest again. “What is your name?”
"This is just how I am."
“Don’t come a step closer!” the young ice queen warned. “I understand! I have been called a monster, too. But if you attack me, sir, you will regret it!”
themasterofthiscastle
That was better… Now maybe he would get some answers. “Yes,” the Beast grumbled, “this is my castle. So how did you find it, and why have you come here?”
“I needed shelter…” she replied, the short answer to her story. She folded her arms. Remembering the angry mob of Arendelle, finally ready to burn her at the stake, and then the wolves in the forest, only made her prickle up and want to snap. So she tried to focus on the short version. “I was desperate. If you prefer me to leave, I will…”
“Desperate...” What could drive someone to wander the woods at night, in such weather? This young woman hardly seemed to be a simple villager... And then there was her claim of having been called monster. “What are you running from?”
“Hullo… This one almost had my name on it, didn’t it?”
