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no, it isn't false. truth is, if he wanted her to trust him or fall into some false sense of security, he wouldn't have talked. he has a harsh voice at times, something cold and distant. he watches her; his eyes following her like she's a line of poetry on a page. ă I think all things are dangerous, especially pretty girls like you, â because he remembers her, too. sweet and merciful, her voice meant to soothe ââ if he were anyone else, he'd allow himself to relax. but he is treech; ruthless, blood - soaked, smiling treech. a part of him dictates that she is a figment of his imagination; some lovely, phantasmagoric dryad roaming about. the axe he had been leant against is once more grasped as he endeavours to continue his approach, steps causing him to sway like the forest about him ââ leaves crunch beneath the drag of the axe head by his side. her hair is a curtain that distracts him momentarily, like a cloak of autumn leaves curling around her. ă which friend might that be? â his steps slow, until he is close enough that he can almost memorize the exact colour of her irises; he is a tower and she is a statue that belongs in a garden. it wasn't often that they got visitors . . . not other victors, unless finnick odair came to bug johanna. ă I do know. I've grown with most of these trees, i've watched them since they were saplings. â and they, too, muse about how enchanting she is. treech's voice softens f inally, and his smile wavers; features rearrange into a mask far kinder than it had been before. ă would you like to meet them? the trees, I mean. they can be a bunch of raucous saps when they're ignored. â
    dove. she probably shouldn't be so entranced by the words of a predator, a wolf looking her in the eye. and yet ximena hears the soft tone and lets it lull her into a sense of security â she doesn't think it's false, though. usually she's a good judge of that.
   â great question. â one she can't entirely answer. being labeled a grim reaper makes you worried that anyone will think you're dangerous. even the hot boy swinging an axe in the middle of the woods.   â â because i snuck up on you. would rather tell you i'm not dangerous just in case you decide to see for yourself. â because she remembers him, it's very hard to forget a games as brutal as his. she covered mateo's eyes and had to sleep with isabela for a week after.Â
    but he doesn't seem so bad. a little scary, maybe, but that's okay. when xime steps forward her hair flows with her, creates a sort of curtain around her. her steps are careful, as if she's testing the waters. a slight shrug, blush lips curling up into a soft smile â she thinks she should be more nervous, â i'm visiting ... a friend. â well, padme mentioned wanting to give her a good bread recipe. and the ability to travel was so rare, â i wanted to come sit with the trees. they're very kind if you listen, you know. i wouldn't harm you, i don't do that. â the 'unless it's necessary' is silent.Â
#â â angeldored. âş ximena reyes â ďš â suffer does the wolf â crawling to thee. â  â.#ââ will they remember this side of history? á§ threads#feeling insane already i'm afraid
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his hands have done such profound unkindness, that now he finds himself unsure as to what use they have, locked away in this damned bunker. katniss is something easy for him to understand, at least ââ with her sharp gazes, he's sure most people misinterpret her demeanor more often than not. but here, in this stone grave, they are all caged animals going mad day - by - day. it is an excuse, isn't it? for them to be so strict. an excuse for the lead hand they weigh against the victors going insane in this bunker . . . so that when they completely lose themselves, they can retaliate without being reprimanded. his smile turns wild for just a moment, manic even. he does not treat her like some broken thing because she isn't. sure, maybe a little unstable but considering what she's been through, what they've all been through, it is to be expected. treech places a hand palm up in front of her; an offering of sorts . . . something to root her here. ă sure i could go on and on about what plants remind me of them and the way i see their faces in the tree bark but, I'd much rather talk about the way the wind sometimes feels like hands caressing my cheeks. â there is a sadness to his words, something so deep and profound it is lost.ă I do not know some of them ââ i never knew my true family, you see? but maybe they know me. â a drone of hum reverberates through him, umber optics finding silvern counterparts. ă when the roots of trees intertwine, do you think they loved each other in a past life? yet they never stopped embracing. â he wonders if the tree that grows from his grave will ever be loved, will ever be used to build some mighty home or a cabin where memories are made. not if he dies here, where there are no roots. ă when we were apart, I found you in nature, too. â she was lost to him after they met on her victory tour. and when she was reaped, he feared they'd never meet again.ă but you were birdsong in the morning, and the murmur of the brook. â
@7reech said â i have lost people before. i have found ways to find them in nature. â
 â  â treech is considered for a long, silent moment with grey eyes that reflect the empty walls around them; dulled by the bunker ďš mood stabilizers alike, though some of her sharpness remains. katniss has no wish to be coddled, for someone to take her by the shoulders and face her away from the darkness in the world with a sickly - sweet voice; too many people have hidden too many things from her, guided her exactly where they want her to be -- like a stringed puppet. but the other victor has a way of making it clear he is talking with her, not to her. that what he's sharing isn't some way to guilt her into exactly what he wants. there has been a strange, albeit easy understanding between them since the moment they met. ( perhaps it is their close age, their unwillingness to play the games they're tossed into. perhaps it is the forests that sing in their blood. )
 â  â katniss abandons the training pamphlet she has held for the last half hour despite not making it past the first paragraph and leans forward, elbows on her crossed knees. â tell me about it, â she requests, deadpan but ready to hang on to his words. no one has been lost to her since peeta; and it is a festering wound of a subject that often brings her snarl to the surface even if it is only tip - toed around, the smoldering flames of her self - hatred begging to be released in one way or another. but treech, miraculously, never manages to poke that beast, indirectly or otherwise. she already knows what plant she would find peeta in, the real peeta, but it isn't what she wants to think about.
#â â mckngsong. âş katniss everdeen â ďš â marching away from the stream. â âł#ââ will they remember this side of history? á§ threads#i am normal about them#love my wilderness besties gods bless the wilderness besties
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already adding to this bc mental illness. if a grave could not be dug, sprinkling seeds over the body or tucking an acorn / pine cone into a palm worked as well. district 7 being all about you come from the trees you return to them. they give us everything we could ask for and so we offer you in return.
idk i like the idea that district 7 funeral rites include planting a sprout or seedling on the grave.
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idk i like the idea that district 7 funeral rites include planting a sprout or seedling on the grave.
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no way i have the text glitch AGAIN not AGAIN. why does this happen every tiiiiimeee
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@angeldored ximena reyes said â i mean you no harm, you know. â
his smile is a crooked, wolfish thing. she means him no harm? oh, but did she ever consider that the matter of malevolence is in his hands? his hold on his axe tightens as it settles over the length of his shoulders, a tilt of his head causes his gaze to cut across her. a hum from him matches the droning pitch as the wind brushes through evergreens.
ă I know, â and he also knows she won't switch up in a moment's notice. her eyes are too soft, her face pretty as those paintings the capitol hangs in big buildings. a museum, that's what they're called. she has a face that belongs in one. a step forward, slow like a predator who had fallen into a stalk. he halts,ă now tell me this, dove. why would I suspect you'd harm me? â perhaps because he had jumped a little when her approach became obvious to him. he lowers his axe to the floor, leaning lightly against it now. if he was a wolf and she was a lamb, she'd be dead by now .   .   . but she is no lamb. she is some cabin in the woods where beasts go to die, a siren's song ââ luring, luring, luring. ă why did you come to the woods today, of all days? our woods. though, if you do plan on harming me, I did always dream of dying here. â
#â â angeldored. âş ximena reyes â ďš â suffer does the wolf â crawling to thee. â  â.#angeldored#đźđ â ËË inbox prompts.#idc what the rules say let victors tRAVEL
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baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)
part 1 / ? .
â a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. â â you say all the right words, but iâm not sure you mean the right things. â â i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we canâŚindulge in each other. â â eugh, donât be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. â â we neednât be enemies. thereâs plenty of those to go around already. â â thereâs a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. â â even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. â â i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. â â oh, you know me - ever the optimist. iâm trying to focus on the positives. â â iâm not easily impressed by people, but youâre stronger than i gave you credit for. â â thereâs an air about you. something alien. â â loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, wonât you? â â itâs been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. â â thereâs something odd about this village. people skulk around like theyâve something to hide. â â you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. â â i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. â â whatâs better than a devil you donât know? a devil you do. â â you must know that youâreâŚthat youâre very special to me. â â the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. â â stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. â â hereâs my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. â â i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. â â my apologies. iâm not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. â â we didnât die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. â â leaderâs need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. â â i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. â â iâve had a lifetimeâs fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. â â in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. â â itâs not easy to turn away from one you once loved. â â much has been promised to you, hasnât it? but what has been taken from you? â â damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. â â every instinct i have tells me that nothingâs changed. that iâm still just a means to an end. â â do not speak of a story you only know the half of. â â i dreamt every night that youâd come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. â â when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. â â your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. â â youâre adorable even when youâre teasing me. â â i donât need your help, and i donât need your pity. â â iâm more than what i was. and iâm not afraid of anything any more. â â i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. â â this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but itâs real, isnât it? â â there is no redemption. canât you see? it is too late. â â i donât know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. â â you took those bastards down like it was nothing. itâŚwas amazing. â â they underestimated me. so they paid the price. â â we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. â â unfortunately for me, youâre my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. â â what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? â â flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. â â iâve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. â â you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm hereâŚi hate it. â â you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. â â the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. â
â itâs as if god made you just to ruin me. â â perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. â â you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it. â â i got my eye on you. you got the look of a troublemaker. â â iâm starting to think youâre my guardian angel. â â it seems you know me better than i know myself. â â youâŚyou have no idea what youâve done. â â they say madness and genius are separated by but a hairâs breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity. â â oh, itâs you. donât you get tired of telling people how to live their lives? â â good morning! thank you for not killing me the other night. â â when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. â â it is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace bg3 syourself. our fight is just beginning. â â i was too hasty to judge you. i thought you were witless, gutless, unimpressivably bland⌠â â yours is the first happy face iâve seen in a good while. â â when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair â thatâs when youâll come knocking on my door. â â thank you, my friend. maybe weâll meet again, in another life. â â youâll regret sticking your nose in my business. â
#â â ŕźâ đĽ¸â đROMPTS. Ë#this is self indulgent yk#baldur my gates while i finish other asks thanks
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if he was a jedi, yes he would see the force as a mighty forest, where all the roots are connected. and force sensitives are all branched together, connected by vines and ivy and non-sensitives are tall grasses and fungi; just as important for this ecosystem but smaller, more protected, less loud.
#and yes if you are important to him even in his canon verse you are a tree in his brain#he has tree boy brain#ooc.#please i love his little ass so much pls accept my feral raccoon PLEASE
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thinking about when @mckngsong and i talked about treech and katniss being twin flames who sometimes just sit in the woods for hours on end and enjoy the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. the way he feels like one of so few who don't push her buttons because they are two sides of a single stick of dynamite. but they are also soothed by birdcalls and rainfall. sometimes he sits close to her, holds her hand ââ other times, they are ghosts who orbit each other. the world sees her as a bird and sure that wouldn't be incorrect but she feels more like a weeping willow to him; something grand, some mighty refuge for all things in this world though always in mourning. and he loved her. but it wasn't the sort of love so easily recognized by this world; he didn't desire to kiss her on the mouth or revere her like so many might suspect from their glances toward each other but he bowed before her in awe, and confided in her in the silence of the night. sometimes he slept best leant into her side, sequestered away in a tunnel. an unexpected bond, anyone would say. but she was the mockingjay and mockingjays roost in trees.
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something something tas' johanna's dynamic tag being " sister, my shoulders can bear your burdens " and lizzie's blight's being " to me, you might very well be the sun, brother "
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@blightcn said â canât sleep, huh? itâs okay. itâs probably all that adrenaline and shock; i canât sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? â
they are a haunting thing, the sins he is now burdened with. his lips feel bruised still, scarred despite the fact he had been polished beyond recognition. the only thing they couldn't take was the small scar left on his crooked nose, from when it was broken all those years ago. his head tilts, all so he may perceive the man who spoke to him. in his heart, he knew blight meant well. this man was atlas to him, carrying the weight of the sky. he idolized him at the best of times and prayed to him at the worst. how was he meant to explain that when he closed his eyes, he saw her laying peacefully with her axe upon her chest? that he had cursed seneca crane and the men that ran this nation . . . this wretched, cursed nation.ă I don't think I'll ever sleep again, blight. â his hands slip into midnight curls, fingertips grasping at them. he doesn't regret his actions and yet they continue to plague him. looking away from him, he gazes down at his palms in their newfound bareness; no callouses, no scars. ă I don't know why my hands won't stop shaking, â he mutters, knowing well it is likely the adrenaline that has been coursing through him for days now; a fight or flight response, except he can do neither. he staggers to his feet from where he had been sitting. stay. please stay with me. ă only if you want, â he manages. ă to keep me company, I mean. â being alone makes him viscerally unwell.
#â â blightcn. âş blight sawyer. â ďš â to meâ you might very well be the sunâ brother.â â#đźđ â ËË inbox prompts.#my brain said be sad be very sad
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A meme for muses with poor tempers.
Change pronouns and wording to your heart's content to best suit your muse.
"Are you good? Feeling a little calmer, now?"
"Did you just punch a hole in my wall?!"
"Do we need to get you a juice box or something?"
"We can sort this out, but you need to stop yelling at me first."
"Are you going to snap at me again today?"
"I overheard what you said to [Name]. You need to apologise."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that it would get you so riled up."
"Did you get mad and do something stupid again?"
"Taking it out on your phone is just going to make you even madder about your busted phone and zero money."
"I don't think a public apology is going to smooth this one over."
"'Heated gamer moment' is NOT a valid excuse."
"I know you don't mean that."
"That's...actually really hurtful."
"I'm getting the hell out of here until you cool off."
"I forgive you. I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings."
"Hey. Just breathe for a second, okay? Everything's chill."
"I don't think you're a bad person just for getting angry easily."
"It's not like you don't have a right to get mad."
"Think about other people for a change, will you?"
"You're gonna have no friends left if you act like that."
"We could use your take-no-shit attitude right about now."
"Please use your rage for good."
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well uhm ,,, my plans for today were cancelled and my day was subsequently ruined so. i will do things here and on finn now, I suppose.
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asoiaf: a dance with dragons starters
â i fear i make you uneasy. â â knowledge is a weapon. arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. â â go on. show your steel. give me cause to do the same. â â fear is what keeps a man alive in this world of treachery and deceit. â â these woods are not as empty as you think. â â promise me that you will never turn against me. i could not bear that. promise me. â â the only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid. â â if i must die, i will die with an axe in my hand and a curse upon my lips. â â tales are told of you. i hear them everywhere. people fear you. â â go too far down that road, and mistrust can poison you, make you sour and fearful. â â you mistake me. that was a command, not an offer. â â sorcery is a sword without a hilt. there is no safe way to grasp it. â â prophecy is like a half-trained mule. it looks like it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head. â â it is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. â â i rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. i tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell. â â they think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong. â â tell me of the things that make you happy, the things that make you giggle, all your sweetest memories. remind me that there is still good in the world. â â one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. â â this is what i was made for. the dance, the sweet steel song, a sword in my hand and a foe before me. â â my enemies have told you i am dead. those tales are false, as you can see. â â not all that a man does is done for gain. â â i know that you believe me weak, frightened, feeble. â â it takes a man to rule. kill the boy, and let the man be born. â â do you mean to spend your whole life running away? â â kingdoms are at hazard here. our lives, our names, our honour. this is no game weâre playing for your amusement. â â however gentle the words, there are always darker motives underneath. i do not trust you. â â a good honest face, but you should smile more. â â my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. â â you are so radiant today i fear to look on you. â â prove yourself more trouble than you are worth, and you can go your own way. â â you need not look so pale, i was only playing with you. â â this is not the day i die, i promise you. â â i wanted you from the first time i saw you. â â was i so blind, or did i close my eyes willingly, so i would not see the price of power? â â men should not go wandering in this place. â â hold your tongue and do as you are told, or you will soon wish you had. â â you wonât try. you will obey. â â kneel and live. or go and die. itâs your choice to make. â â are you so blind, or is it that you do not wish to see? â â that is not a place you want to go to. â â i will not go back without doing what i came for, no matter how hopeless it may seem. â â the fairest woman in this worldâŚi am drunk with the sight of you. â â secrets are worth more than silver and sapphires. â â we have come too far to turn back now. â â what have i done to make you hate me so? â â you meet so few men who value friendship over gold these days. â â it is true, i am a bolder man than most. â â i cannot go home. but i dare not stay here much longer. â â foes and false friends are all around me. â â the fewer folk who will know of this, the better. â â all you have i gave you. remember that. â â will you make me say it twice? go and do as i commanded you. â â love is madness, and lust is poison. â â i feel safe when iâm with you. â â have you no smile for me? am i as fearful as all that? â â why did i ever allow myself to be talked into this farce? â â donât think i donât see what youâre doing. â â i will tell you nothing. do me the same favor. â â if i look back i am lost. â â a crown should not sit easy on the head. â â we must show a little trust, you and i. â â trust only your companions, and do your best to avoid attracting notice. â â youâre not going to try to kill me again, i hope. â â if you will forgive me for saying so, you lookâŚweary. are you sleeping? â â your clothes are stained with blood. take them off. â â every fool loves to hear that heâs important. â â my father used to tell me that a man must know his enemies. â â you are a harmless creature, to be sure. as innocent as a lamb. â â till then, let us drink and dream. â â you will be tempted to betray me. to run or fight or join our foes. iâll not hear you deny it. â â soon enough you may have grave need of me. do not refuse my friendship. â â it is best that no man knows that you are here. â â i kill kings, havenât you heard? â â should any ill befall you, this world would lose its savor. â â some will look at you and see only another doomed pretender. â â i think life is a jape. yours, mine, everyoneâs. â â i will forgive those wordsâŚonce. but never presume to threaten me again. â â your father would be so proud if he could see you. â â just once you might try to give me an answer that would please me. â â they love me well. none would betray me. â â i have sins enough to answer for; iâll have no part of this one. â â i mean you no harm, you know. â â i do not trust you, but i need you. â â weâll both sleep, and dream of sweeter days. close your eyes. â â since you ask so nicely, how can i deny you? â â no wine is half so intoxicating as your beauty. â â why should i beg for what is owed me? â â a lord may love the men he commands, but he cannot be a friend to them. â â let them try and trouble us, weâll show them what weâre made of. â â a leader should be feared, by friend and foe alike. if men think me cruel, so much the better. â â the enemy of my friend is my enemy. â â a book can be as dangerous as a sword in the right hands. â â i am an old man, grown weary of this world and its treacheries. â â these are desperate days, and like to grow more desperate. â â we need to find shelter before nightfall. â â there are footsteps behind us. we are being followed. â â this is no common fog. it stinks of sorcery. â â i am glad you came to me. it is good to see you again, my friend. â â the man who does nothing also takes a risk. â â the women are the strong ones. â â afraid, are you? i would be if i were you. â â tell me a tale. some tale of valor with a happy ending. â â iâll have a cup of wine as well. to clear my head. â â we may lose our heads, itâs trueâŚbut what if we prevail? â â keep your swords sharp. weâll have us a real fight soon. â â this is going to end badly. â â what are you doing here? how did you get past my guards? â â it is so hard. to be strong. i donât always know what i should do. â â let us instead speak of love, of dreams and desire. â â you wound me, wandering off like this. have you grown tired of my hospitality so soon? â â with this sword i defend my subjects and destroy those who menace them. â â it is too late for such misgivings. you made your choice. â â in times as confused as these, even men of honor must wonder where their duty lies. â â why? what did i ever do to you? â â we must be certain that we do not choose the losing side. â â dream sweet dreams. there are no monsters here. â â i know who you are. i know what you are. â â a little honest loathing might be refreshing, like a tart wine after too much sweet. â â a bloody sword is a beautiful thing. â â a ruler belongs to their people, not to themself. â â if the ones i killed come haunt me, i will kill them all again. â â you shine so brightly, you will blind every man who dares look upon you. â â a fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy, iâve heard it said. â â thereâs blood on your hands, aye, same as mine. â â i have done wicked things, i know, but i could not bear for you to hate me. â â it is good to see you smiling again. â â i have doubts enough without you throwing oil on the fire of my fear. â â blood pays for blood, a life for a life. â â go home, if that is what you want. i am staying. â â a manâd think thereâs no trust between us. â â i would choose freedom over comfort every time. â â you are even lovelier than i was told. â â stay. i do not wish to be alone. â â treachery on treachery. is there no end to it? â â dreams and prophecies. why must they always be in riddles? â â one wrong word, and this could turn to blood in half a heartbeat. â â you lie. i can see the truth in your eyes. â â throw down your steel and stand aside, and no harm need come to you. â â you are supposed to be my friend. why must you mock my hopes? â â it is better to die with honor than to live without it. â â it does no good to brood on lost battles and roads not taken. â â i see you are deaf to sense. â â you are no better than me. weâre just the same. â â a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it. â â you kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday. â â close your eyes. close your ears. turn away. you do not need to see this. â â the sooner we are gone from this place, the better. â â i am sorry my actions have displeased you. i did as i thought best. â â you do not need to trust a man to use him. â â if you cannot do this thing, you need only say so. there is no shame in that. â â never wound a foe when you can kill him. dead men donât claim vengeance. â â this is what i wanted, what i worked for. so why does it taste so much like defeat? â â honest men should never need to hide their faces. â â i am not the trusting fool you take me for. â â menâs lives have meaning, not their deaths. â â heâs dead. he wonât bite. â â if this is the price for peace, i pay it willingly. â â it makes me wonder whose side you are on. â â dreams and prophecies. why must they always be in riddles? â â i will not say that you are welcome. nor will i deny that i have hoped that you might come. â â you have the eyes of a wolf and a taste for blood. â â men are mad and gods are madder. â â one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. â â not all risks lead to ruin. â â is there some place with fewer eyes and ears? â â i need you now as i have never needed you before. â â tell me, is there any fight left in you? â â it was the wind that you heard screaming. â â crying? i was not crying. why would i cry? â â are you some butcher of the battlefield, hacking down every man who stands in your way? â â rain. a storm is coming. â â that was simple. simpler than i dared hope. simpler than it should have been. â â see that you do not speak of this. iâll not have this tale spread. â â how could i be so blind for so long? â â you had a bad dream, that was all. â â are you prepared to defend that boast with sword or lance? â â i will do it. i said i would. i will. â â think that. believe that. tell yourself itâs true. â â you have more enemies than you know. â â i have no heart. i only have a hole. â â it has been too long since iâve killed a man. â â words are wind. words cannot harm me. â â have you forgotten who i am? â â too many good men died that day. â â it is so good to see your face, your sweet face. â â it is still not too late to abandon this folly. â â i will not stay here to be insulted. â
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adding to this, unfortunately for everyone. he is well aware of how frowned upon or brutal killing your district partner is, and perceived as. and she was his first victim. they had been friends before the games; in retrospect, he had a crush on her probably but she was meek, soft ââ she had a big, crooked smile but her hands trembled at the thought of an axe being used to draw blood rather than chop wood. he ran to her first. she gave him a nod and handed off her knife to him. if anyone was to kill her, she recognized that at least he would be quick with it, he would let her die with her dignity when it was her choice and she was choosing now. he would not butcher her; his finesse with a blade made it quick and then she was gone. he tells johanna that it had to be him; they ( the careers, most likely ) would've brutalized her. there is kindness in him, even if he's ruthless but his greatest display of love and loyalty was mercy.
treech, who was considered one of the more ruthless victors, only being that way because he was the last family johanna had in district seven and had promised to come home. did he kill his district partner first off? yes. she trusted he'd at least be merciful with her; she asked him to do it. did he commit axe murder for the rest? also, yes. but on each body he left little wood whittled statuettes, perfectly tailored to match each tribute. a goose for the girl from district four and a soldier for the boy from district one, a lamb, a stalk of wheat, but when it came to his district partner, he tucked her hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead, folded her hands over her axe on her chest and wished her well, wished her peace and prayed that in the next life she'd be a hummingbird or a bee.
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another kiss prompt
a kiss to make up for an argument
a dominating kiss to end an argumentÂ
a gentle kiss to ask forgivenessÂ
a kiss against shoulder blades as arms wrap around from behindÂ
a kiss against the shoulder after waking up beside each otherÂ
a kiss to distract
a kiss against tear stained cheek
a kiss on the browÂ
a kiss where theyâre both covered in blood
a kiss after one muse has killed for the otherÂ
a kiss after one muse has injured the otherÂ
a kiss between enemies who should be fightingÂ
a kiss between exes who meant to walk awayÂ
a playful kiss to make the other stop ramblingÂ
an adoring kiss because the other is ramblingÂ
a kiss to end sexual tensionÂ
an angry kissÂ
a tearful kissÂ
a kiss to prove a pointÂ
a hesitant kissÂ
a kiss from one muse who should be afraid of the otherÂ
a kiss from a muse who the other should be afraid ofÂ
kisses scattered along hardened jaw to try and soothÂ
a kiss as if trying to answer a questionÂ
a kiss between furrowed brows to try and comfortÂ
a kiss from someone the other didnât think thought of them that wayÂ
a kiss that says thank youÂ
a kiss on the corner of the mouth, hoping for more but expecting nothingÂ
an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between themÂ
a kiss on the forehead of one who is starting to fall asleepÂ
a kiss against the cheek after discovering the other is nappingÂ
a platonic kiss just meant to express overwhelming emotionÂ
a kiss to comfort both parties
a kiss stemmed from reliefÂ
a kiss to make the other believe professed feelingsÂ
a possessive kiss to remind the other who they belong toÂ
a possessive kiss to show the world they belong to each other
a kiss stemmed from jealousyÂ
a kiss to make someone else jealousÂ
a biting, passionate kissÂ
a kiss against the neck which feels more like a bite, teeth bruising skinÂ
a desperate kiss as if they are convinced theyâll slip through each otherâs fingersÂ
a kiss to make each other feel aliveÂ
a kiss stolen away in a corner, ignoring crowdsÂ
a kiss after being pulled into an alley to have a moment to themselvesÂ
a kiss after grabbing the otherâs arm and pulling them back closeÂ
a kiss to convince the other to stayÂ
a kiss like theyâre trying to convince the other to love themÂ
a hopeful kiss in the rain
a desperate kiss in the rainÂ
an angry kiss in the rainÂ
a possessive kiss in the rainÂ
a playful, happy kiss in the rainÂ
a passionate kiss stemmed from previous heartbreak in the rainÂ
a kiss in the rain to make up like itâs a damn romcomÂ
a kiss in the rain filled with the foreboding of a goodbyeÂ
a kiss to make the other stop being stubbornÂ
a kiss after treating a woundÂ
a defiant kissÂ
a kiss between partners in crime in front of someone they hold captiveÂ
a kiss to anger a third partyÂ
an adrenaline filled kiss shared after committing a crimeÂ
a surprise kiss just because the other couldnât stop thinking about itÂ
#â â ŕźâ đĽ¸â đROMPTS. Ë#listen okay he's a little feral raccoon man but he deserves some affection#idc if we didn't discuss a ship dynamic. merry christmas to me and him#i'm brain dead ( real )
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it's going to be a busy few days but ,,, after the holidays, i will be only an absolute menace. in the meantime if any of my mutuals want my discord or to just chat / plot / brainrot, feel free to message
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