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Hostile/Enemies sentence starters

“You are not my friend! You never were!”

“Don’t make me hurt you!”

“I swear, I won’t hesitate to punch you!”

“Don’t try and act friendly with me.”

“I will have my revenge on you. This, I promise.”

“Come any closer and you’ll regret it.”

“That’s not a threat, its a promise.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Consider us enemies.”

“This knife isn’t for show. I know how to use it.”

“We could never be friends.”

“Don’t hurt me, please…”

“You can run, but you can’t hide!”

“Stay away from me, you monster!”

shepherdiing:

Lunarree.

Sorey just laughed awkwardly, eyeing the brush a moment. ❛ I’ll do my best to refrain from both of those. ❜ He had heard the fuss that was made over the hellion’s bounty of golden locks though the reasoning was lost on Sorey. Sure it was nice, but it was just hair. Then again, the girls tended to be pretty serious about the stuff ( a brief flashback to their ganging up on him over being innocently ignorant over barrettes and other hair accessories ). Well, at least they had something to bond over?

He took the brush and moved to sit down behind the taller being. ❛ I guess it’s pretty hard to brush out on it’s own, huh? ❜ The shepherd mused the obvious, trying to figure out just where he was support to start. Lunarre’s wild mane was even more wild than usual, knotted from the wind and the rain. Truth be told it was a little intimidating, but Sorey was prepared to tackle the task with the determination he showed towards everything in life.

Thankfully he was considerate enough to try and be as careful as he could be. The brush began to work through the hellion’s hair, fingers doing what they could to try and ease the tangles. ❛ Tell me if I hurt you. ❜

"Mm."

Part of him felt like laughing. The irony was so thick you could cut it with a butcher knife. A few months prior the Shepherd would have had no choice but to hurt him, and Lunarre would have had no qualms about a fight if it came to one. Anything to get rid of nuisances. Anything to get stronger.

Now, sitting in silence as Sorey brushed, Lunarre became painfully aware of the boy sitting directly behind him. Such a peaceful scene felt... wrong. The shame and discomfort that had gnawed him since joining the group redoubled its efforts and tore at his defences.

It made him sick. Worse, it made him think about things he shouldn’t.

Had anything really changed? Wasn’t he just right back where he had been back then?

Gripping the fabric of his trousers, the hellion forced himself to focus on the sound of the brush running through his hair. It calmed him a little, but he knew what his presence did to the pure and good.

"Is it really alright for you to be so close to someone like me?” he asked quietly. “I could corrupt you. Who’ll purify the world then?”

“You heard me, Shepherd. Help me get the tangles out of my hair. That storm messed it up somethin’ awful. C’mon. We’re friends now, right? Friends do good by one another. Riiight?”

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❛ Y-you want me to do what? ❜

'Cuz I asked him to. He’s a good kid.

WHY IS SOREY BRUSHING LUNARRE’S HAIR?

Ok I'm sorry I saw the insult my muse ask Promt on your blog and I had to try! "You have a tiny dick and Alisha hates you"

[Cackles] “I knew street rats in the back alleys of Ladylake who came up with better insults than you! The size of my dick doesn’t concern me - but I assure you it’s fan-diddly-tastic. Also I saved the princess’s pretty little butt from mortal danger. I think I deserve a teensy weensy bit of affection for that.”