( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )
โ i could keep you safe. theyโre all afraid of me. โ
โ iโm trying to fix your hair, so hold still. โ
โ your heart is beating so fast right now. โ
โ promise me youโll still be here when i wake up. โ
โ youโre not as bad as everyone says you are. โ
โ i thought youโd like some company. โย
โ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. โ
โ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. โ
โ you can kiss me, you know. โ
โ come back to bed. โ
โ you look good like this. โ
โ working together again, itโs just like old times. โ
โ how is it you always know what i need, huh? โ
โ youโre lucky you got away with only a scratch. โย
โ i canโt imagine losing someone like that. iโm sorry. โ
โ you know you can always talk to me. โ
โ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. โ
โ so, what do i owe this pleasure? โ
โ ah, so you arenโt heartless after all. โ
โ may i have this dance? โย
โ itโs okay, you can touch me. i won't break. โ
โ enemies make the best lovers, you know. โ
โ hold still. this might sting a little. โ
โ we can't keep doing this. โย
โ you look like you've got something to say. โ
โ just relax and let me take care of you. โ
โ thought youโd be lighter without all that blood. โ
โ i had it under control. you didnโt need to do that. โ
โ everything looks so beautiful from up here. โ
โ you treat all your ladies like this? โ
โ well? how do i look? โ
โ canโt sleep? โ
โ do you mind if i smoke? โ
โ iโm scared of ending up alone. โ
โ i donโt think iโve ever seen you smile. โ
โ how long has it been since you've slept? โ
โ you are losing my interest, and thatโs very dangerous. โ
โ iโd suffer hell if youโd tell me what youโd do to me tonight. โ
โ you look really pretty right now. โ
โ iโve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. โ
โ iโm not wearing any underwear. thought youโd like to know. โ
โ just a few more stitches and youโll be as good as new. โ
โ iโd say we make a pretty good team. โ
โ i want you to forget this ever happened. โ
โ i'm here for business โ not pleasure. โ
โ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. โ
โ you'd look better down on your knees. โ
โ fine, keep acting like you hate me. โ
โ kiss me again. โ
โ are you asking me out on a date? โ
โ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. โ
โ you okay? caught you staring off into space again.ย โ
โ well, i do feel better now that you're here. โ
โ i'm not drunk enough for this. โย
โ why is it whenever we see each other, youโre covered in blood? โ
โ i was wrong about you. โย
โ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. โ
โ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? โ
โ iโm not afraid of you. โ
โ books mean more to me than people anyway. โ
โ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. โ
โ how about a kiss goodnight? โ
โ i donโt have time for distractions right now. โ
โ you shouldnโt be out here by yourself. โย
โ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. โ
@altarcup, helaena. do you believe in fate?
"in truth? not particularly, your grace," tone utterly frank, but not dismissive of the question. the fine comb is pulled through the silver strands of the queen's hair with the utmost tenderness & care, making sure not to tug too sharply. perhaps it was strange not to believe in supernatural forces when dragons flew about, but to elethea, they were merely animals. the existence of magic did not mean any mystical hand guided the paths of men. at least not average men, she was pious enough to believe the gods intervened on those worthy enough, but did that count as fate? "what people tend to ordain as fate is typically just ... the consequence of choices made, i think. even if the choice isn't made by those who suffer the consequences."
"On March 15, 1498, according to the reports of the Ferrarese ambassador in Venice, [Lucrezia] gave birth to a boy who was christened Giovanni (Juan), in memory of her beloved brother, the murdered Duke of Gandรญa. The official bull declared that the child, delicately described therein as 'the Roman infant' (infans Romanus)." โ The Borgias and their enemies 1431-1519 by Christopher Hibbert
Portrait of a Young Woman (details), Giambattista Moroni, 1560โ78
โฑห๏ฝกโ โช ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ . ย ย (ย ย a collection of ย action prompts.ย ย feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.ย ย )
[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.
[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.
[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.
[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.
[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.
[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.
[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.
[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.
[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.
[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.
[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.
[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.
[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.
[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.
[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.
[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.
[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.
[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.
[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.
[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .
[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.
[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.
[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.
[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.
[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.
@chanticle, for jayne. starter call.
"don't grow too accustomed to this," she gingerly sets her pack down by the door. in the morning, they would abandon denerim in pursuit of genitivi & his impossible search for the urn. but they had earned a night in a proper bed, even if that meant her & her sister had to double up. (the cost of things was beginning to appall elethea, or rather, lacking money was beginning to appall her.) and a few rooms at an inn were an alarming price, especially with the unimpressive state of the decor. that such drab accommodations were in the realm of luxury to her, now, was a testament to how very far they had fallen. "though, i'd say - if we find this urn & cure the arl, the least he can do is cover such costs, hm?"