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song of achilles rp starters
by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit betterĀ Ā ā”
ā Ā i saw then how i had changed.Ā ā ā Ā name one hero who was happy ā you canāt. Ā ā ā Ā i feel like i could eat the world raw. Ā ā ā Ā you are half my soul, as the poets say. Ā ā ā Ā i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me. Ā ā ā Ā i do not fear ridicule. i never have. Ā ā ā Ā you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect. Ā ā ā Ā do you hear me? please, say something. Ā ā ā Ā your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me. Ā ā ā Ā you do not give things up so easily now as you once did. Ā ā ā Ā now i know how to make you follow me everywhere. Ā ā ā Ā i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness.Ā ā ā Ā there is no law that gods must be fair. Ā ā ā Ā i have never seen anyone fight the way you do. Ā ā ā Ā our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses. Ā ā ā Ā the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. Ā ā ā Ā when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you. Ā ā ā Ā you were always better with words than i. Ā ā ā Ā i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me. Ā ā ā Ā you smile, and your face is like the sun. Ā ā ā Ā i thought you were ā something. you do not ā you do not move like a human.Ā ā ā Ā do you want to walk up to the woods?Ā ā ā Ā you canāt be very wounded if you can stand for so long. Ā ā ā Ā there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. Ā ā ā Ā we are like gods at the dawning of the world. Ā ā ā Ā nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity. Ā ā ā Ā i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest. Ā ā ā Ā those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all. Ā ā āĀ you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you. Ā ā ā Ā it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. Ā ā ā Ā you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it. Ā ā āĀ i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it ā in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom. Ā ā ā Ā if you have to go, you know i will go with you. Ā ā ā Ā there is no one like you. Ā ā āĀ we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal. Ā ā ā Ā and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.Ā ā ā Ā who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win.Ā ā āĀ do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost. Ā ā ā Ā you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough.Ā ā ā Ā no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from. Ā ā ā Ā strange that such a small kindness feels like grace. Ā ā ā Ā you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. Ā ā ā Ā i cannot bear to see you grieving. Ā ā āĀ iĀ remember little more than scattered images from my life then. Ā ā ā Ā i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world. Ā ā ā Ā i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each otherās throats. Ā ā ā Ā in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards. Ā ā ā Ā you may still make a good person. Ā ā ā Ā you donāt bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening. Ā ā ā Ā the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back. Ā ā ā Ā i hoped that you would come. Ā ā ā Ā the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad. Ā ā āĀ i have weathered the anger of gods before. Ā ā ā Ā i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence. Ā ā ā Ā there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said. Ā ā ā Ā you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you?Ā ā ā Ā my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief.Ā ā ā Ā i will not cry in front of you. Ā ā āĀ listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you.Ā ā ā Ā there is no honor in betraying your friends. Ā ā ā Ā iām afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt. Ā ā ā Ā i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes. Ā ā ā Ā i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other. Ā ā ā Ā gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories. Ā ā ā Ā you will be dead soon enough. Ā ā ā Ā you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed. Ā ā ā Ā you left yourself today. and now you are returned. Ā ā ā Ā you are a better person than i. Ā ā ā Ā whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have.Ā ā ā Ā you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know. Ā ā ā Ā my life is my reputation. it is all i have. Ā ā āĀ may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind. Ā ā ā Ā what are you thinking about?Ā ā ā Ā even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me. Ā ā ā Ā the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire. Ā ā ā Ā do you think we fight hopeless wars?Ā ā ā Ā it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal. Ā ā ā Ā if every soldier killed only those whoād personally offended him, weād have no wars at all. Ā ā āĀ no one has ever tried to take something from me. Ā ā ā Ā stay behind me. Ā ā ā Ā will you help me put the rest of my armor on?Ā ā āĀ yourĀ face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable. Ā ā ā Ā i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end. Ā ā ā Ā your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore. Ā ā ā Ā he is not worthy of you. he never has been. Ā ā ā Ā will you tell me who hurt you?Ā ā āĀ it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking. Ā ā ā Ā i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you. Ā ā ā Ā you have always thought too much of yourself. Ā ā ā Ā some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. Ā ā ā Ā even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for. Ā ā ā Ā our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other. Ā ā ā Ā you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely. Ā ā ā Ā you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again. Ā ā ā Ā i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom. Ā ā ā Ā you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. Ā ā ā Ā when there is greed, there is hope.Ā ā ā Ā i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down. Ā ā ā Ā you are angry, and not without reason. Ā ā āĀ you feel mislead; you were promised victory. Ā ā ā Ā you know, itās funny; i keep thinking iāve seen you before. Ā ā
ššš šµš¶šµš½š¬š¹š©šØš³ š·š¹š¶š“š·š»šŗ . Ā Ā ( Ā a Ā collection Ā of Ā 100 Ā nonverbalĀ actionĀ prompts .Ā Ā matureĀ andĀ potentiallyĀ triggeringĀ themes Ā are Ā present . Ā add Ā ā + reverse ā Ā to Ā swap Ā assigned Ā roles .Ā )
ā o1ļ¹Ā senderĀ tucksĀ hairĀ outĀ ofĀ receiverāsĀ face . ā o2ļ¹ sender Ā offers Ā receiver Ā a Ā bite Ā from Ā their Ā fork . ā o3ļ¹ senderĀ placesĀ theirĀ feet / legsĀ inĀ receiver'sĀ lap . ā o4ļ¹ senderĀ offersĀ receiverĀ anĀ earbudĀ toĀ shareĀ theirĀ music . ā o5ļ¹ senderĀ comfortsĀ receiverĀ inĀ theĀ aftermathĀ ofĀ aĀ nightmare . ā o6ļ¹ senderĀ givesĀ receiverĀ companyĀ inĀ theĀ hospital . ā o7ļ¹Ā sender Ā wraps Ā their Ā arms Ā around Ā a Ā hysterical Ā receiver Ā to Ā calm Ā them . ā o8ļ¹ senderĀ showsĀ upĀ atĀ receiverāsĀ homeĀ lateĀ atĀ night . ā o9ļ¹ senderĀ fallsĀ asleepĀ leaningĀ againstĀ receiver . ā 1oļ¹ senderĀ wieldsĀ aĀ [ gun / knife ]Ā atĀ receiver . ā 11ļ¹Ā senderĀ runsĀ theirĀ fingersĀ throughĀ receiverāsĀ hair . ā 12ļ¹ senderĀ invitesĀ receiverĀ toĀ dance . ā 13ļ¹ senderĀ takesĀ aĀ [ picture / video ]Ā ofĀ receiver . ā 14ļ¹ senderĀ placesĀ theirĀ headĀ inĀ receiverāsĀ lap . ā 15ļ¹ senderĀ andĀ receiverĀ makeĀ eyeĀ contactĀ acrossĀ aĀ busyĀ room . ā 16ļ¹ senderĀ pushesĀ receiverĀ againstĀ aĀ wallĀ toĀ kissĀ them . ā 17ļ¹Ā senderĀ andĀ receiverĀ cookĀ together . ā 18ļ¹ senderĀ comesĀ toĀ receiverĀ afterĀ beingĀ injured . ā 19ļ¹ senderĀ sitsĀ inĀ receiverāsĀ lap . ā 2oļ¹ senderĀ liftsĀ receiver'sĀ chin ,Ā invokingĀ eyeĀ contact . ā 21ļ¹ senderĀ overtakesĀ receiverĀ inĀ combat . ā 22ļ¹ senderĀ findsĀ receiverĀ [ injured / bloodied ] . ā 23ļ¹ senderĀ straightensĀ anĀ articleĀ ofĀ receiverāsĀ clothes . ā 24ļ¹ senderĀ crawlsĀ intoĀ bedĀ withĀ receiver . ā 25ļ¹ senderĀ rollsĀ theirĀ eyesĀ atĀ receiver . ā 26ļ¹ senderĀ lightsĀ receiverāsĀ [ cigarette / joint ] . ā 27ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ caughtĀ wearingĀ receiver'sĀ clothes . ā 28ļ¹ senderĀ strikesĀ receiverĀ withĀ aĀ pillow . ā 29ļ¹ senderĀ writesĀ aĀ noteĀ onĀ receiverāsĀ skin :Ā [ note ] . ā 3oļ¹Ā senderĀ wrapsĀ aĀ blanketĀ aroundĀ receiverāsĀ shoulders . ā 31ļ¹Ā senderĀ runsĀ andĀ jumpsĀ intoĀ receiverāsĀ arms . ā 32ļ¹ senderĀ shovesĀ receiverĀ outĀ ofĀ anger . ā 33ļ¹ sender Ā hovers Ā over Ā receiverās Ā shoulder Ā as Ā they Ā complete Ā a Ā task . ā 34ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ foundĀ byĀ receiverĀ somewhereĀ theyĀ shouldnātĀ be . ā 35ļ¹ senderĀ curlsĀ upĀ againstĀ receiverĀ inĀ theirĀ sleep . ā 36ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ foundĀ drunkĀ byĀ receiver . ā 37ļ¹ senderĀ throwsĀ anĀ itemĀ ofĀ sentimentĀ bitterlyĀ atĀ receiver . ā 38ļ¹ senderĀ joinsĀ receiverĀ inĀ theĀ shower . ā 39ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ caughtĀ followingĀ receiver . ā 4oļ¹Ā senderĀ tracesĀ oneĀ ofĀ receiverāsĀ [ scars / bruises ] . ā 41ļ¹ senderĀ twinesĀ theirĀ fingersĀ withĀ receiverās . ā 42ļ¹ senderĀ bargesĀ intoĀ receiverāsĀ homeĀ unannounced . ā 43ļ¹ senderĀ kicksĀ receiverāsĀ shinĀ beneathĀ aĀ table . ā 44ļ¹ senderĀ aggressivelyĀ shovesĀ pastĀ receiver . ā 45ļ¹ senderĀ kissesĀ receiverāsĀ [ forehead / cheek ] . ā 46ļ¹ senderĀ pullsĀ receiverĀ outĀ ofĀ harmāsĀ way . ā 47ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ foundĀ sobbingĀ byĀ receiver . ā 48ļ¹ senderĀ locksĀ receiverĀ outĀ ofĀ theirĀ room . ā 49ļ¹ senderĀ bringsĀ receiverĀ [ coffee / tea ]Ā inĀ theĀ morning . ā 5oļ¹ senderĀ restsĀ theirĀ foreheadĀ againstĀ receiverās . ā 51ļ¹ senderĀ playsĀ aĀ songĀ forĀ receiverĀ thatĀ remindsĀ themĀ ofĀ them :Ā [ song ] . ā 52ļ¹ senderĀ takesĀ aĀ [ punch / stab / bullet ]Ā meantĀ forĀ receiver . ā 53ļ¹ senderĀ buysĀ receiverĀ aĀ drinkĀ atĀ aĀ bar . ā 54ļ¹ senderĀ needsĀ receiverāsĀ helpĀ gettingĀ inĀ theĀ bath . ā 55ļ¹ senderĀ andĀ receiverĀ crossĀ pathsĀ inĀ theĀ kitchenĀ lateĀ atĀ night . ā 56ļ¹ senderĀ twistsĀ receiverāsĀ armĀ behindĀ theirĀ back . ā 57ļ¹ senderĀ winksĀ atĀ receiver . ā 58ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ foundĀ collapsedĀ byĀ receiver . ā 59ļ¹ senderĀ preventsĀ anĀ injuredĀ receiverĀ fromĀ gettingĀ up . ā 6oļ¹ senderĀ clapsĀ aĀ handĀ overĀ receiverāsĀ mouthĀ toĀ silenceĀ them . ā 61ļ¹ senderĀ cagesĀ receiverĀ againstĀ aĀ [ wall / the floor ]Ā withĀ theirĀ arms . ā 62ļ¹ senderĀ stormsĀ awayĀ fromĀ receiverĀ duringĀ anĀ argument . ā 63ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ foundĀ byĀ receiverĀ sleepingĀ inĀ receiverāsĀ bed . ā 64ļ¹ senderĀ [ applies / touches up ]Ā receiverāsĀ makeup . ā 65ļ¹ senderĀ throwsĀ receiverĀ intoĀ aĀ wallĀ duringĀ combat . ā 66ļ¹ senderĀ dancesĀ sensuallyĀ withĀ receiver . ā 67ļ¹ sender Ā strikes Ā receiver Ā across Ā the Ā face . ā 68ļ¹ senderĀ placesĀ theirĀ handĀ onĀ receiverāsĀ legĀ whileĀ driving . ā 69ļ¹ senderĀ pullsĀ aĀ chairĀ outĀ fromĀ underĀ receiver . ā 7oļ¹ senderĀ catchesĀ receiverāsĀ wristĀ whenĀ theyĀ turnĀ toĀ leave . ā 71ļ¹ senderĀ leavesĀ anĀ intimateĀ markĀ onĀ receiver . ā 72ļ¹ senderĀ beatsĀ receiverĀ inĀ aĀ videoĀ game . ā 73ļ¹ senderĀ andĀ receiverĀ standĀ inĀ stunnedĀ silenceĀ afterĀ aĀ fight . ā 74ļ¹ senderĀ caresĀ forĀ receiverĀ whileĀ theyāreĀ sick . ā 75ļ¹ sender Ā andĀ receiverĀ goĀ onĀ aĀ hike . ā 76ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ caughtĀ snoopingĀ inĀ receiverāsĀ things . ā 77ļ¹ sender Ā andĀ receiverĀ cuddleĀ whileĀ watchingĀ television . ā 78ļ¹ senderĀ throwsĀ somethingĀ aggressivelyĀ atĀ receiver . ā 79ļ¹ senderĀ creepsĀ upĀ behindĀ receiverĀ toĀ scareĀ them . ā 8oļ¹ senderĀ andĀ receiverĀ goĀ shoppingĀ together . ā 81ļ¹ senderĀ helpsĀ receiverĀ [ dye / style ]Ā theirĀ hair . ā 82ļ¹ senderĀ drawsĀ receiverĀ intoĀ aĀ kissĀ byĀ theĀ backĀ ofĀ theirĀ neck . ā 83ļ¹ senderĀ isĀ discoveredĀ havingĀ aĀ panicĀ attackĀ byĀ receiver . ā 84ļ¹Ā senderĀ accidentallyĀ injuresĀ receiverĀ duringĀ sparring . ā 85ļ¹Ā senderĀ grabsĀ receiverĀ roughlyĀ byĀ theĀ hair . ā 86ļ¹ senderĀ bringsĀ receiverĀ toĀ theirĀ kneesĀ duringĀ combat . ā 87ļ¹ senderĀ showsĀ receiverĀ evidenceĀ ofĀ aĀ lieĀ theyĀ told . ā 88ļ¹ sender Ā winksĀ [ seductively / mockingly ]Ā atĀ receiver . ā 89ļ¹ senderĀ yellsĀ atĀ receiverĀ toĀ putĀ theirĀ handsĀ inĀ theĀ air . ā 9oļ¹ senderĀ helpsĀ receiverĀ patchĀ upĀ aĀ wound . ā 91ļ¹ senderĀ holdsĀ receiverĀ asĀ theyĀ cry . ā 92ļ¹ senderĀ silentlyĀ andĀ angrilyĀ pointsĀ receiverĀ towardsĀ theĀ door . ā 93ļ¹ sender Ā gesturesĀ forĀ receiverĀ toĀ sitĀ down . ā 94ļ¹ sender Ā pullsĀ receiverĀ intoĀ theirĀ lap . ā 95ļ¹ senderĀ cradlesĀ receiverāsĀ face . ā 96ļ¹ senderĀ tacklesĀ receiverĀ outĀ ofĀ theĀ wayĀ ofĀ danger . ā 97ļ¹ senderĀ hasĀ hiddenĀ anĀ injuryĀ fromĀ receiver ,Ā andĀ receiverĀ findsĀ out . ā 98ļ¹ senderĀ confrontsĀ receiverĀ aboutĀ theirĀ unhealthyĀ behavior . ā 99ļ¹ senderĀ proposesĀ toĀ receiver . ā 1ooļ¹ sender Ā has Ā just Ā died , Ā receiver Ā finds Ā out .
Rhys was as different from them as humans were to Fae. They forgot it, sometimesāhow deep that well of power went. What manner of power Rhys bore. But as Rhysand ripped away Tamlinās ability to speak, they remembered.
sometimes i think about this and i go š





DPR Ian ā¤· Do or Die (ft. DPR Ian) | DPR Artic, 2024, MV Requested by @voxmortuus
SET YOURSELF ON FIRE SENTENCE STARTERSĀ ā Ā lyrics pulled from the 2004 album by stars. feel free to make alterations.
god, that was strange to see you again.
yes, i think weāve met before.
all of that time you thought i was sad, i was trying to remember your name.
i chose to feel it and you couldnāt choose.
live through this and you wonāt look back.
thereās one thing i want to say, so iāll be brave.
you were what i wanted.
iām not sorry i met you.
iām not sorry itās over.
your face is all that hasnāt changed.
all i want is one more chance.
all i want is one more chance to show you you were right for me.
you were right for me.
i had six too many drinks last night.
i always wanted you.
you said you didnāt understand me.
letās leave them all behind.
they hated us with everything they had, and we hated them in kind.
how could you do it?
yes, i am a ghost.
i loved you the most.
did i build you a prison?
please donāt let me go.
you canāt walk away from me.
i know a place where itās warm and itās dry, dear.
let me take you there.
donāt pretend that you donāt feel the pull.
i am trying to say what i want to say without having to say āi love you.ā
i love you and itās impossible to say.
take me like that, ruin it all.
please, my love, please.
iāll kill who you hate.
take off that dress, you wonāt freeze.
the end should be a good one.
outside, it was pouring and we were drunk as shit.
there is nothing like bare mattresses underneath the stairs.
iāve got to ask you one more thing.
keep doing that forever.
i know, i feel the same way as you.
everyday, itās changed since then.
in every way, iāve changed since then.
what gives you the right to fuck with our lives?
keep watching your back.
tomorrow, itās you and me.
we are here to save your life.
it terrifies you, but itās real.
if i donāt come back, then i wonāt look behind me.
all of the things that i thought were so easy just got harder and harder each day.
stay alive.
i dreamed i was dying.
i canāt live forever.
iām alive.
their worlds have been flipped upside down in the matter of seconds. the agonizing days that followed were no help: with no way of knowing when feyre would return home, or if she was even safe ā both of his brothers remaining with the healers, cassian's wings still torn to shreds. elain and nesta's lives that they once knew, being ripped from them. that night ... rhysand had never felt so helpless, with azriel's blood pooling at their feet, cassian unable to even stand, feyre being their only way to salvation. for once, he was paralyzed, drowning in the dread of his worst fears coming to fruition.
and for nesta to be forced into all of this, taken to the other side of the wall that she held in such low regard, held captive in a life she had no desire for. he's known once what that feels like, to be trapped, to say goodbye to everything you once knew. perhaps there was some sort of hope, that maybe they could find common ground. it was a desperate attempt at keeping peace, extending an offer of some support, even if he knew the odds of her taking to him kindly weren't in his favor.
however, the crashing of porcelain and vitriol directed toward him cause that hope to fizzle out quickly. star-kissed wind readies to absorb any fragments that never quite make it, and rhysand stands unmoving. the light in his eyes is distant, a flicker of simmering rage that he blinks away, only for the sake of his mate. if he hadn't seen first hand how she treated feyre, the memories he's walked through, ( A COTTAGE IN THE WOODS : an older sister, eager to let the youngest take on the pressure of providing for everyone else, without lifting a finger. baring her teeth as she barks insults, looking down at her with pure resentment. ) and maybe if she weren't still behaving in that exact same manor, even now ... with feyre sacrificing the freedom she had just gained, all for her sake. his patience wouldn't be wearing so thin.
yet rhysand swallows all of that down, and instead waits it out as nesta goes through the motions. fingers pluck lint from the dark sleeve of his tunic, any softness on his face that might have once resembled sympathy, dwindles down to indifference akin to boredom. he doesn't even so much as glance towards the spoon, as it barely reaches his chest before clinking to the ground. there's only a flicker of amusement that lights up his features, for only a second, as her destruction backfires onto her. a rabid animal, indeed.
" whilst i admire the theatrics ... " a click of his tongue and with a graceful flick of the wrist, celestial darkness ripples across the room, swallowing the wreckage in one fell swoop. a disapproving look is shot her way, and rhysand merely shrugs. " i'm not here for you, though i know that may come as a shock. i came to see how elain is faring. " violet eyes once over the now spotless room, as shadows start to dissipate. " but i'm sure having to listen to this outburst of yours will prove to be very helpful in aiding her recovery. "
@rhysie ā āĀ this didnāt have to happen.Ā ā
"do not speak to me about things which didn't have to happen!" nesta spat the words with all the venom she had been quite graciously biting back for too long. with them she launched the cup of tea that elain had once again ignored before wordlessly disappearing for the evening. it joined the shattered plate of food on the floor, but the mess of it seemed meagre in such a grand space. the venom had been blazing in her veins, tangling with the changes in her blood, and threatening to BURN THROUGH tissue and bone for weeks now. she could no longer stand the sensation of it scolding her throat while she forced herself to stay quiet.
it was all nesta could do to keep herself from spending every moment of her life, now dauntingly l o n g, screaming at the top of her lungs.
thus far it had been nothing but a series of events which "didn't have to happen". which should not have happened. each of them floated through her thoughts like a play with no ending, and she could feel her sanity slipping away from her along with any hope for normalcy.
she wondered if her sister was experiencing the same retelling of the worst moments of her life. if she'd withdrawn into herself because the re-enactments in her mind were far too loud for her to immerse herself in anything else; be that food, or nature, or conversation. elain was the sole reason she was able to maintain a sense of calm. she had hoped that by seeming serene, she may be able to coax her gentlest sister back. and with her return she may be able to relax for a few moments; to stop grinding her teeth with every breath. at the very least if her sister was okay she would be able to release just a little fragment of her FEAR. but as far as she could tell elain was only getting worse, and the chances of seeing feyre again seemed less promising with each passing day. being around her youngest sister, their salvation, was rarely a pleasant experience. she was certain it was even less so for feyre, but she found herself craving her presence. she couldn't help but think she was the missing piece in their puzzle; that if elain were to see her alive and well she would return to herself.
one thing was for certain, nesta's own presence was no help at all. sometimes she wondered if she was making things worse. her blood seemed to ROAR in agreement. afterall, when had she ever improved a dire situation? if feyre was a provider, elain a nurturer, then her own gift was destruction. a gift she suspected was exacerbated by the cursed cauldron. in that moment she she decided she would embrace it, cause carnage until finally the high lord took some kind of action. whether he got her sister back, or released her to the streets of velaris, she didn't care.
her blood sang as she reached for the cutlery and launched it across the lavish makeshift prison piece by piece. but nesta's aim was never very good - the best she could manage was to get a spoon to collide with his chest. it was laughable really, but she only felt like crying. a sound of frustration, gutteral and desperate, escaped her lips instead and as she grasped the now empty table and tossed it to one side she realised she was the FERAL CREATURE she'd always accused the youngest archeron of being. worst still, she wasn't even skilled at it. as the heavy table clattered to the ground, it crushed her toes.
pain coursed through her, but it was not entirely unpleasant, and without an ounce of the necessary care she pushed it away from her. nesta forced her features into a mask before finally glancing up at rhysand's violet eyes. it always struck her that he looked amused somehow; a never-ending sense of smugness surrounded him. nesta's nostrils flared, teeth once again clenching close, and she growled: "get out!"
she didn't have the right to demand that, or anything in his home, but her entitled nature was all she had left to cling to - so she would. her gaze became steely as she stared at him, daring him to do something; anything.
i hate to do this cause im not here n it feels selfish even tho this is obvi more serious š but as u know i recently moved, and iām $300 short for the upcoming rent. ive asked available family for what they could spare so i promise asking here was my last resort!! any bit helps, thank u. msg for my paypal. my venmo is @/melodytrait, my cashapp is $melodytrait.
" that's all rather subjective, hm? " he takes no offense, it's clear in his unwavering expression ā still cold, though his shrug is relaxed. much worse has been whispered about him amongst other fae: a monster crafted from nightmares. he has been painted as the villain for as long as he can remember. the last choice he made of his own, to keep his court standing. " a high lord doesn't get the pleasure of doing what he wishes. disappointingly so. "
@rhysie said, ā you don't need a moral and noble story to do what you want. ā

"no, i suppose you don't. that's how villains exist." she doesn't look at him when she says this. instead, thin fingers pick at a piece of lint on the sleeve of her dress. "are you a villain in someone's story?" the words are out of her mouth before she can think better of them. at least she has the decency to look embarrassed. watchful eyes assess him. "you look like the sort of person who does what they want. i have a feeling things usually go in your favor. am i wrong or did i misjudge you?"
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he's a sea of darkness, parting the waves of unknowing dancers. a wolf among sheep, donned in an obsidian raven mask. any tattoos that would show through his suit have been completely concealed, after what felt like hours of morrigan tediously applying makeup. not without complaint, however ā she spent the whole time letting him know what a terrible idea this was. perhaps she was right. to show up here was a death wish: surrounded by everyone that would kill him on the spot without second thought, had they known.
but as soon as he finds feyre, all of those concerns are a distant memory. the rest of the room disappears, the orchestra goes quiet, and there is only her. it takes all of his restraint to not take her in his arms, to indulge in this moment and treasure every inch of her flesh with his lips: each kiss a symbol of just how much she has entangled herself in his soul, and how desperately it aches in her absence. a night sky without any stars. yet there are eyes everywhere, and while he had a plan in motion to cause a distraction, he knew it wouldn't be enough to deter all of tamlin's men. ā what, you don't wish to see me? ā a hand raises to clutch his chest in mock hurt, lips curling into an innocent smile. ā oh, dear. i suppose he didn't have time to tell you ... tamlin left in quite the hurry. he may not return for a while. ā words are spoken with such casual ease, but his expression says the opposite. bright eyed and lovestruck, he takes in every freckle, the way her cheeks flush. he can feel his chest ache, his jaw tightening as his voice lowers. ā leave with me. ā
@rhysie : "Do you think me handsome?"
just harmless enough if anyone else were to overhear, the words were a whispered breath against my ear ā a gentle purr, that still sent a chill down my spine. a perfect melody iād been longing to hear for weeks. my chin tilting up and eyes widening, just slightly beneath the mask, were the only indication that i had been startled ā i didnāt dare turn around too quickly and risk alerting anyone of his presence. there were too many eyes on us at any given time. it took everything in me not to fall to my knees just at the sound of his voice, to throw my arms around him and to sob ā to beg him to carry me out of this lionās den and take me home. but i couldnāt. not yet, not now, not here.
the orchestra raged on as dancers swerved around us, a beautiful swirl of vibrant colors and extravagant masks that did well to conceal the infectious hideousness that lurked beneath. any relief and longing that swept through me was quickly overwhelmed by terror. the debilitating fear of knowing what they would do if they found him here. mixed with the knee buckling realization that he still thought i was worth the riskā¦ ā i think youāre very bold. ā my voice softened, a hushed murmur behind a folded fan, ā you canāt be here. ā
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(Ā variousĀ dialogueĀ promptsĀ toĀ sendĀ toĀ yourĀ worstĀ enemyĀ (affectionate).Ā feelĀ freeĀ toĀ changeĀ howĀ youĀ seemĀ fit.Ā )
ā oh great, it's you again. ā
ā you? kill me? that's funny. ā
ā for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ā
ā you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ā
ā do us both a favor. stay away from me. ā
ā you really are an asshole, you know that? ā
ā i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ā
ā sometimes i think you must hate me. ā
ā i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ā
ā if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ā
ā well, someone's cranky today. ā
ā well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ā
ā just stay out of my way. ā
ā of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ā
ā what is it you want this time? ā
ā sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ā
ā do you honestly think this is easy for me? ā
ā why would i ever want to be friends with you? ā
ā can we please just talk? ā
ā there is nothing for us to talk about. ā
ā you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ā
ā touch me, and you're dead. ā
ā oh, so now you care? ā
ā there is something deeply wrong with you. ā
ā i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ā
ā you don't think we could be friends, do you? ā
ā i'm tired of fighting against you. ā
ā don't pretend you give a shit about me. ā
ā you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ā
ā oh, don't be cute. ā
ā wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ā
ā we're not good for each other. ā
ā if i say yes, will you shut up? ā
ā don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ā
ā maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ā
ā i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ā
ā maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ā
ā how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ā
ā don't think this changes anything between us. ā
ā you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ā
ā if you die, i'll kill you. ā
ā is that a challenge? ā
ā ah, so you're not heartless after all. ā
ā i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ā
ā you never cared about me, so why now? ā
ā why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ā
ā i don't even remember why we started fighting. ā
ā i don't have time for distractions right now. ā
ā you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ā
ā enemies make the best lovers, you know. ā