"CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?" PROMPTS* Assorted Dialogue, Adjust As Necessary

"CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

so how long are you going to avoid me?

we should really talk about it.

can we just clear the air?

sit down for a second and talk to me.

i wish you would just look at me for two seconds.

explain to me how that happened.

you handled that a lot better than i expected.

when were you going to tell me the truth about that?

i think it's time we started being honest with one another.

it doesn't do us any good to stay quiet.

you told me you'd tell me the truth. i'm still waiting.

i was hoping for some answers.

what more do you need to hear?

i saw what you did.

when did this start happening?

start from the beginning.

that was a little abrupt.

when did you learn how to do that?

so... that's new.

they called you [title]. why did they call you that?

is there something you're not telling me?

i'd like to discuss what happened between us.

this is going to be really awkward, i'm sure.

when did they start taking orders from you?

who died and made you king?

i missed the part where that was my problem.

you could have given me a heads up.

so... we're just not going to address that?

i saw what happened.

that could have been worse.

you made a mockery of them.

i appreciate what you did for me back there.

you didn't have to stand up for me, and yet you did.

how long have you been planning that?

i think it's about time i was included in these discussions.

you know i could have helped with that.

you got a little scary back there.

i was so certain they were going to kill us.

where'd you learn to pull a stunt like that?

did that really just happen?

i owe you my life.

give me a heads up next time.

you have more power than i thought.

so... is someone going to fill me in?

Jesus fuck. Anne accepts the bottle as he hands it to her, unable to wide the disgust curling her lips. She doesn’t mean to judge him, not really, but—the Jack he’s drunkenly bemoaning isn’t the Jack she’s known. Not by a mile. Different by night or day? The man she’d known was a bastard at every hour—though he possessed the same near-magic ability to make all the fucked up nonsense look insignificant when it never was.

Anne takes a swig from the bottle—a smaller mouthful, same as she has all night long, the exact method she’d been using all night to get him drunk enough to start talking. The Jack he’s metaphorically chasing can’t be the same Jack she’s literally chasing…right? Same name. Same shit reputation, sense of humor, mustache. But not even close to the same man, apparently.

Is Edward’s lead a useless one, then? Maybe.

“Funny ye should put it that way,” Anne says, deciding to finally take the gamble on honesty tonight. “As it happens, I’m also chasin’ him. A little more, ah…,” what’s a delicate word for this?, “…proactively at the moment. Frankly, Teach, I was hopin’ ye’d heard something of his last whereabouts. Given how close ye two were. He, ah. Even bragged about knowing ye, when we first met.” He’d done quite a bit more than just that, but this is neither the time nor the place for trading sordid stories.

“Failin’ that, I was gonna ask for yer help tracking him down.”

17 - Go To War

|| Go To War by NOTHING MORE: X || Playlist Starter Post: X ||

|| @neverhangd ||

ᒥ☠ᒧ—        "He had m'heart and I had his soul, but...He thought we were better off alone..." Edward takes a pause, silence hanging in the air with a long swig of the rum from the bottle. How had she gotten him this drunk? He was spilling his soul more and more with each bottle they shared.

"That's why 'm lookin' for his stupid ass, the fucker is gonna face me and we're gonna hash it out. Don't care if he shouts or punches, we're talkin' about it. Us." Did Edward really have the courage to face Jack? Or would it be like it always is, where he gives into his people pleasing ways and Jack gets away scot-free once again? "Tell him fuck off or fuck me, whichever gets through that thick fuckin' skull of his."

He then looks over at Anne with those sad brown hues. He knew her pain, struck by Jack, the breaker of hearts. "He just pulls ya in, and ya just get stuck in his whirlpool...Pushed me around like I was nothing durin' the day, but at night he just...He's a different Jack, y'know? Suddenly all the shit he puts ya through just seems -hic- okay, when it's not..." Edward passes the bottle to Anne, hiccups getting the better of him now that he was throughly piss-drunk.

"'M still chasin' him, damnit..." Ed sighs, rubbing at his face furiously with his hands as if trying to rub the drunk away.

telling me that you want to explore the possibilities of shipping with me isn’t forcing a ship with me. sending me a ship-related meme to test the waters isn’t forcing a ship on me. writing me a starter and having your muse refer to mine as a significant other / and or insinuating that my muse feels something for him/her without discussing it with me first is totally forcing a ship on me. so please, send me all the ship memes you want, come to my inbox and yell about shipping our muses; i love that shit.

@unicornondeck gets me 🏴‍☠️

With a guttural groan Anne stirs back into consciousness, dazed in an unpleasant if not outright miserable way. Her head throbs like the Devil hisself is beating the tempo into it and the little bit of light that leaks into from between her squinted eyelashes stabs deep into her brain.

“Wha’in the fuck?” she slurs, already trying to cast about for answers.

IM or comment your meme tag and I’ll send 3-5?

If she hadn’t spoken up, Anne might never’ve pulled herself out of her phone long enough to notice. There was a dumpster fire raging in social media, but her attention snapped away from it when Nova came in bruised and already making excuses.

As it was…. Anne clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, tilting Nova’s face and squinting to find a better angle at which to start (metaphorically) attacking this.

“Ye’re a bad fucking liar’s what ye are,” she replied absently, already turning away from Nova to search their shared kitchen apartment for something to start cleaning her up with. “The hell happened?”

{open to anyone}

"It looks worse than it is." Nova tried to reassure the other, not meaning to worry them when she had walked in with grazes along the side of her face. "I promise you, I'm perfectly fine."