ᴀᴄᴛ ɪ.

hell ㅤ is ㅤ empty .͟.͟.͟ ⠀⠀⠀AND⠀⠀ ALL ⠀⠀THE⠀⠀ 𝔻𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕃𝕊⠀⠀ARE⠀⠀HERE.

[warnes]

you do not understand the choices i had to make. you don't know what i've seen and what i'm forced to witness every single day. do not presume to understand my actions — because if you do, i can assure you, you'll only be met with 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. and if you insist on continuing to make assumptions about my character, i'll advise you only this : 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶.

( aaron warner from shatter me book series ) — selective and private with low activity. understood by lea.

[iahnus]

                      The contradiction is evident :   only few are born natural leaders,   there is a reason why so many tyrants were killed by their own men.   She holds his attention now,   yet she had to demand it ––   that alone paints her features in an underwhelmed expression that his question cannot soften,   even if his lieutenant obeys his gestured order like a trained dog.   One brow rises.        “       I like a great many things,        ”       her voice answers,       “        The right ones buy my services,   but none of them buy my loyalty.        ” Fingers cease plucking grapes from the vine and instead she leans back,   hands clasped in her lap.   Listening,  certainly,   though not yet swayed by the apparent shift in atmosphere.   A boy used to cruelty and entitlement ought to still know manners,   but it appears what skill Supreme Commander Anderson has in stoking cruelty,   he does not have in parenting.   A shame.   She has no doubt that Warner could be a brilliant heir if he only behaved a little more …   diplomatically. “       It is impolite to talk about a coup d’état in the house of the man you plan to outmanoeuvre,   and unintelligent to request my services when you have not at all started building rapport.   Why are you in such a hurry ?   I have not even finished eating.       ”

[warnes]

corners of lips twitch into visibly amused smile that paints features for many reasons : but none of them buy my loyalty / and even more than hidden admission, he's genuinely amused by her honesty ⸺ something that rarely happens in his proximity. he can't distinguish whether he likes the fear within everyone's eyes and hesitation that ties tongues shut every time he speaks, or not. fear is good, respect is even better but without fear there is perhaps no respect and a leader needs both to survive within walls of admired position. and yet her reaction is unexpected and unfamiliar. an exhale falls from god like features as he observes another in silence, tongue dances upon lips. ❛ i appreciate your guidance but that is not why you're here. unless your position has changed without my knowledge. ❜

sharp tongue and now he knows why she speaks perhaps what's on her mind ⸺ maybe his hypothesis is correct, maybe she's immortal, which means . . . if he channels her powers, does that mean he can use immortality to save people ( especially juliette ) in worst case scenario ? interesting thought, but what intrigues him still is her knowledge about his intentions. ❛ you seem to know a lot about me, especially for someone who just met me. ❜

[iahnus]

                      To pay attention to the miniscule things lies in the nature of the observer and so the deduction becomes quite clear :   he is not present.   Fair enough,   it was his father who brought her here and made her sit.   For all the unspeakable things that he has done to his own flesh and blood,   at least one must admit that the Supreme Commander knows how to summon beasts.   She continues picking a grape from the vine placed in front of her,   watching young Warner through unblinking eyes.        “         A future commander should know my implications.          ”         She’s never liked repeating herself,   much less to any commanding bloodline.   Her silhouette leans back and she inspects the grape :   round,  vibrant,  crisp.   The harvest did not disappoint.          “         If you wish to be alone with your thoughts of that young girl,   I certainly can leave.   Though perhaps then you’d have to explain to your father why his guest has chosen to abandon the feast he’s had so carefully prepared ––   and I doubt he’ll like the reason being his son's inhospitality.         ”

[warnes]

now attention falls completely above her and it's impressive how within minutes she managed to change the course of this meeting. she's observant just the same and it leaves a mental note within his brain, the way she turns the words around and pushes for raw spot ( even if amount of hatred he holds for his father is unknown to her, but he doubts speaking of father's disappointment is coincidence ). ❛ no. i wanted to talk to you. ❜ contradiction between words and the process beneath skin : words are laced with determination of a born leader, voice sharp and coated in confidence while muscles tense and he hates how much p o w e r anderson still has over him.

an exhale of air leaves lungs when elbows land on the table and thorax leans closer towards female figure on another side ( far from intimidating, but to offer absolute attention ). ❛ are you happy ? ❜ how she knows the reason his mind was occupied only moments prior, he leaves in peace for now. wouldn't be surprised to learn the two of them share the ability to sense another's thoughts and intentions, or whatever it's called. cold green gaze meets the very corner of the room ⸺ one simple gesture to signal lieutenant to leave and the room remains quiet on his side until the two of them are the only ones occupying the place. a nod, tongue wets lower lip as features continue holding another's gaze with casual air that coats his words. ❛ i heard my father bought you a horse. do you like horses ? ❜

[warnes]

( ⸺ MOA ZHAO. you’re just becoming more of what you’ve always been 𝗹 @asynjja

emerald eyes rest upon female figure across the table, silhouette is cool and composed, only sparkles of curiosity and confusion appear upon forehead ( thin crease between brows as they fly upwards just slightly ⸺ movement barely visible unless another is paying close attention to tiny details of godlike frame ). he's not entirely present, physically he's here, focused and attentive to every possible change of her voice and surroundings but his thoughts keep rushing back to injured body in his bed, his mind are occupied by the sound of ella and the way she breathes because he needs constant reminder that she's alive to believe the worst is over for now. five words snap on the surface in low whisper when he forces own psyche to this moment. composure does not shift, just like one minute prior, sharp emerald eyes cut through the female and confidence radiates through dermis, only this time he doesn't even try to hide inevitable mental distraction. ❛ what are you implying to ? ❜

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS *  assorted dialogue for that slow build up of reluctant interest and romantic curiosity between enemies, adjust as necessary

you didn't have to help me, you know. you could have just left me there.

are you... flirting with me? was that flirting?

dinner's on me. we can work out our differences then.

you're not as bad as i thought.

i'm shocked. that was actually impressive, what you just did. i didn't think you had it in you.

we've been going at it for hours.

this doesn't mean i like you.

please step out of my way.

if you just gave me a chance to prove myself...

you've got me all wrong.

i don't actually hate you.

i didn't know you could do that.

you don't have to believe everything they tell you about me.

you're kinda cute for an asshole.

i'm not here to be made fun of.

it was just a kiss. it didn't mean anything.

when did i ask you for advice?

let me make this clear. i don't like you. i will never like you. i am just using you for your expertise, and that's it.

i don't care what you think of me.

why can't you just see me for me?

it's a shame you're such an asshole.

we could have had something.

that was before i realized who you were.

i think i deserve a little respect.

why do you keep looking at me like that?

stop staring at my ass!

maybe i misjudged you.

i was pretty mean back then, wasn't i?

i never gave you a chance to explain yourself.

you're not as bad as i thought you'd be.

let's bury the hatchet.

i heard that!

what were you saying about me?

was that... a compliment?

i think we got off on the wrong foot.

let's try again. let me reintroduce myself.

can we call a truce?

we're never going to get anything done if we're at each other's throats.

are you the one that vouched for me?

i'll have to admit... that was pretty great.

think of the things we could accomplish if we just worked together.

you need my help. i need yours.

what you did back there... that was impressive.

i didn't ask for your help back there.

why are you helping me?

i thought you hated my guts.

that was a little uncalled for.

great, but i still don't trust you.

stop staring at me like that.

we both have something the other needs.

i don't need a babysitter.

let's start over. try this again.

you're the one who got us into this mess, not me.

i thought you said you didn't want to help me.

maybe it would be smarter if we worked together.

i don't like working with you, but maybe i have to.

this would be a lot easier if you just listened to me.

why do you hate me so much?

you're the one that kissed me!

i never gave you a chance to explain yourself.

they were wrong about you. i... was wrong about you.

there's a lot more to me than meets the eye.

you're not so bad yourself.

what ever happened to "i will never work with you as long as i live?"

what made you change your mind about me?

i can take care of myself, you know.

[banishedfromcamelot]

[warnes]

muscles refuse to obey cognition - he knows his father gets frustrated every time he talks about her, he knows he should not be seeing her, that anderson doesn't like it when he chooses juliette as his company ( something about how his mind should focus on more important things, how she's only a distraction ) - but to him, she's the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and even at sixteen, he spots the difference in a way his heart behaves when she's around, how she's probably the only person he actually cares about. it's weird, how his body reacts in her proximity, almost painful in a beautiful way - the kind of pain he enjoys. he doesn't knock when he reaches the room she's staying in ( maybe he should, he's not sure ). head is suddenly empty as feet enter the room and deep emerald gaze holds another's posture.

❛ i heard you're leaving tomorrow - ❜ a few simple words that tear beating muscle in thousand tiny pieces. eye contact averts when he speaks, spine suddenly tense, mandible bones twitch. ❛ do you need anything ? i wanted to check in on you. ❜

@ayarn

[ayarn-a-deactivated20250911]

hate that she feel this way, she truly do. that anderson, the world got to take something from her, and it is something she easily can't take back, no matter how hard she tries. no matter how much she wants to. eyes flutter shut after a moment, smaller frame somewhat melting into him as he kiss her. the warmth of his lips cracking some of the ice, melting it away. breath him in as it breaks, not moving away but rather stay close. fingers curl a little harder into the shirt he is wearing, making sure she has something there. swallowing around the lump forming in her throat, one that has come and gone in the last couple of days, shaky exhale following as eyes finally open, clash with his after a few seconds.

" aaron, " it's a small, defeated sigh, not sure she can. something feels wrong. out of sorts. something she can't put her finger on but it's very much there. leaning into his touch however, eyes close for a moment. " i don't know if time will be enough, "

[warnes]

something breaks inside of him - a fracture between ribs, sprain around joints, bruises above skin. heart trembles within thorax when abdomen contracts to gain additional oxygen inside lungs, he can feel flutters and how blood runs through veins faster than usual, faster than it should. how his breath refuses to slide down to his lungs, he doesn't have to try to register because it's obvious. in so many ways his head spins and suddenly images around him are foggy. he has to grip stronger into her frame even when mind yells to run away knowing exactly the reason why his body behaves this way. ( she can't see him like that, it's frustrating enough that kishimoto did, ella should not be worrying about anyone but herself ) - emerald diamonds focus on random spot on the wall across the room as mind connects to movement of air in and out of his lungs, slow and deliberate, one by one. ❛ what do you need, love ? ❜

he gathers all the strength and self control to find own voice, to deliver the question on the surface and leaves cracks between words buried somewhere deep inside. lips rest on top of her temple, the only thing that calms him down is the scent of her hair that penetrates nostrils - so familiar, so safe, so soft and perfect. ❛ anything. i'll do anything. ❜ anything for her, anything to paint the smile across her features, anything to bring her back. ❛ are you in pain ? ❜

[suave-stephy]

[literare-at-ayarn]

this feeling, it's slowly been gnawing at her, slowly consuming everything she is and she is terrified about what it might been. this feeling of standing in the middle of a big, frozen lake, staring down into the darkness. that never ending darkness. and what if her mind is just that. a never ending darkness she might slip into one day, when the ice breaks and there is nothing to grab onto. there is nothing solid, only freezing water. there's a puff of air pulled from lungs when his hand cover hers, and there it is. something to grab onto. or rather, he grabs her. he holds on. with his hand, with his words. perhaps his voice is low, it breaks, but it's there between them. swallowing thickly around the lump in her throat as she watch him, soak up all the warmth, all the love, rather than the icy cold trying to grab her. trying to pull her under.

there is a whole body shudder when his hand land on her chest, the smallest of nods while trying to grasp his words. " but what if i'm . . . " cut herself short, because she isn't sure how to explain it. how to word it. not without feeling like maybe she should be put back in that box. scribbling on walls and in her book. over and over and over again. " if i'm just too broken to be any of those things again ? what if i can't put myself together this time, "

[warnes]

lips fall upon hers ( a passionate and emotional kiss, he wants to steal the fear and make it his, absorb the darkness that eats her alive and drowns her body and mind ). he stays like that for another few moments paralysed, transfixed against her touch terrified that if he moves away, she might be gone. ❛ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ❜ whispers in between her mouth, voice so fragile and soft it's barely audible. she's not broken, she was never broken, even when the world tried to convince her otherwise. finally, he moves away but not entirely, palm remains placed above her hand, now frame turns and he lays on abdomen so emerald diamonds can see right through blue oceans of her eyes.

❛ and if you won't be able to recover from this, then you and i will go from there. but please, love ❜ voice trembles within larynx, hand moves towards the line of her hair when soft gentle touch of fingertip removes strand of chocolate lock away from features, then second digit rests below circles of her eyes, ready to catch tears just in case they threaten to fall. ❛ stop calling yourself broken, please. you are not broken, you need time to gain your mental and physical strength back. ❜ or maybe he refuses to think about another outcome to protect own heart from exploding within chest.

[literare-at-ayarn]

she knows who she is. she do, in a sense. she knows her name and her age. she had a big sister named emmaline. she knows what her parents did to her, to them. she knows that paris anderson did to her, to aaron, to everyone. she knows all these things, yet it feels like a gap is right there, threatening to swallow it all up. SWALLOW HER UP INTO NOTHING. because she knows things are missing. gaps in her memories that won't be filled. like there is the thinnest of ice layer protecting her from simply disappearing into the darkness, into nothing. and if she fall through . . . she isn't sure what would happen. a weight sitting on her chest, growing a little heavier every day, despite trying to be okay. trying to be ella sommers. swallowing thickly as gaze shift up to him. a little wide, a little unfocused. a little blurry behind the well of tears forming. her hand is placed on his chest and fingers curl ever so little, press into his skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against palm of her hand. " what if i can't ? " barely a whisper as gaze fall down to their joined hands. " what if this is who i am now ? "

[warnes]

gaze averts and suddenly he doesn't know how to form words. her hand lands on his chest and he flinches with so many emotions attacking him all at once. the hole inside of her feels so large it almost reaches his own frame and if she falls ? 𝗶𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 ? muscles tense beneath skin with such intensity it physically hurts to breathe when finally, his hand slowly falls above her palm ( maybe for as long as he's touching her, he has the ability to keep her here, with him, maybe for as long as he feels her skin against his own, he can hold her and prevent her from falling through ). ❛ ella, 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲. ❜ a whisper in the air between them, he allows own gaze to look up at her but regrets the decision immediately. blue and green diamonds of her eyes are blinded by icy tears that shove knives inside his ribs. she's crying and he doesn't know what to do, doesn't know how to speak without his voice audibly breaking in between shaky and desperate breathes that he takes.

❛ you're mine. you're the strongest, bravest and nicest person i've ever got to meet in my life. you're determined, you're fearless and caring and you're so soft. you're extraordinary, magnificent and so insanely beautiful. 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. you're the one person that makes me glad to be alive. anything else doesn't matter. i know you, and i know you're still in here. ❜ hand moves up towards her chest and rests upon beating muscle. and it's her heartbeat that finally steadies his breathing.

[literare-at-ayarn]

there is no getting tired of this. of him. there is simply wanting more. more and more and more. every touch, every kiss, it feels as if her body only crave more of it. more of him. fingertips threaded through his hair, nails lightly scratch against his scalp as eyes flutter closed. and for a few moments, it feel as if every limb, every muscle, all of her melt into the mattress beneath them. sparks of fire flush across her skin, creating a small inferno as lips linger across every inch of her. a smile then, as he speak, tugging at the corner of lips while siver run down the length of her spine. " mmm, that so ? " it is a low inquire as head lift from the pillow, ever so little, just enough to watch him as he moves up. because right now, it feel as if he is doing all the destroying. and she is simply letting him. smile only grows, can't quite help it while hands drift down the back of his neck and over the span of his upper back. chin lift and her head tip back ever so little as kisses trail across her neck, fingers digging into him. softly, to keep him close, just as legs wrap around him. " i do, " turning ever so little, lips brush across his shoulder.

[warnes]

he moves away momentarily, hardly controlling himself when upper frame rises and he stands there, emerald eyes filled with heat and desire that eat him alive. tongue wets lower lip and he lets out a desperate exhale when fingers slip beneath the hem of his boxers. slowly, the fabric is pulled down his thighs, pale diamonds of eyes remain locked with her gaze, his voice barely audible and deep with aching need that clouds his throat. ❛ i want to feel your skin on fire. i want to know you're burning beneath my touch. ❜ boxers land on the floor and slowly, he moves back down above her, in between her thights that pour heat all over his skin. thorax leans closer until his breath becomes one with hers and lips meet and he loses himself completely. and he breaks inside of her, his length hot and hungry for her insides and he breathes louder, his exhale scratches his throat when teeth sink softly into the skin of her arm and he can barely control himself from trembling with pleasure. the words are in shapes of silent moans when he looks up to meet her eyes. ❛ do you like that ? ❜

[homme-classique]

[weltenwellen]

Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

[literare-at-ayarn]

for @warnes, aaron warner : starter call.

" i feel like . . . sometimes, maybe i'm not just me. like maybe he broke something in my head and i'll never be able to piece it all back together. not fully. not really. "

[warnes]

❛ love ⸺ ❜ her words cut into dermis, her voice breaks heart apart, shatters remaining pieces on the ground and leaves them to bleed. her suffering does something to him, to his insides, something he can't explain but it coats bones with excruciating pain until suddenly lungs collapse and he can't breathe, can't even stand on two feet anymore. ❛ you are perfect. ❜ so much more than that. slowly and carefully he reaches for her hand and places it above his own rapidly beating heart. his palm lands softly on top of hers. ❛ come back to me, love, please. we will find the missing pieces, together, like we found our way back to each other. 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. ❜

[literare-at-ayarn]

for @warnes, aaron warner : starter call.

" my dog is cooler than your dog, "

[warnes]

❛ it's a dog. ❜ irritation is audible when he speaks and cold emerald diamonds travel across the room towards the intruder of peace and quiet. he knew what would happen once he unwillingly agreed for kenji to move in right next to their house, but ella was so happy. he would rather suffer in silence every single day until he dies than wipe that kind of pure and genuine exhilaration from her beautiful face. ❛ and i never said our dog is cool. it's not. if anything, it's loud and negligent and extremely intrusive. ❜

[class-makes-gentlemens-blog]