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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  we'll just have to make do.  ❜ ❛  come on, it'll be fun.  ❜ ❛  wait, where are we going?  ❜ ❛  you can't be here. go now!  ❜ ❛  it's just a dream, a stupid dream.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid. i'm a friend.  ❜ ❛  i can't stand up. what should i do?  ❜ ❛  now listen, i'l tell you what to do. if you stay here, they'll find you. i'll distract them while you get away.  ❜ ❛  you have no choice if you want to survive here ... and save your parents, too.  ❜ ❛  why do i need a weakling like you?  ❜ ❛  trembling, aren't you? still, i'm impressed you made it this far.  ❜ ❛  what a pain. you're gonna pay for this.  ❜ ❛  keep your wits about you. if you need anything, ask me.  ❜ ❛  hey, are you okay? don't fall apart on me.  ❜ ❛  listen to me. i'll promise i'll save you.  ❜ ❛  what did you expect after all that rain?  ❜ ❛  i'm gonna get there someday. i'll get out of here for sure.  ❜ ❛  i was just coming to wake you up, look!  ❜ ❛  what should i do? he'll die!  ❜ ❛  what's so funny? wipe off that smile.  ❜ ❛  don't do anything stupid until i get down there.  ❜ ❛  you see, someone i really care about is badly hurt. i've got to go right now.  ❜ ❛  this is our little secret. if you tell anyone ... i'll do the same to you.  ❜ ❛  what are you going to do? he needs help.  ❜ ❛  becoming a sorcerer's apprentice is dangerous business.  ❜ ❛  well, getting there is one thing. getting back's the problem.  ❜ ❛  [name], i promise i'll be back. please don't die.  ❜ ❛  don't you understand? it's love.  ❜ ❛  what took you so long? this is a total disaster!  ❜ ❛  what do you want? you can tell me.  ❜ ❛  what, you're still alive?  ❜ ❛  you still don't see it? she's played a trick on you.  ❜ ❛  since when do you talk that way?  ❜ ❛  you held this, and nothing happened to you?  ❜ ❛  i'd like to help you, but there's nothing i can do. it's one of our rules here.  ❜ ❛  but can't you even give me a hint?  ❜ ❛  everything that happens stays inside you ... even if you can't remember it.  ❜ ❛  see? you have a talent for this.  ❜ ❛  [name], i no longer blame you for what you did. but be sure to protect this girl.  ❜ ❛  will we meet again somewhere?  ❜

[mcnecter]

this is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL for a bride of dracula from bram stoker’s dracula - mutuals only. this allows me to write you starters, put things in your inbox, im you for plotting, etc. with a queen of the damned. if you are interested, please feel free to like this post! thank you!

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Nosferatu the Vampyre, 1979.

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"--OLD THINGS HAVE STRANGE HUNGERS."

independent, highly selective julia țepeș (née codrina) a vampire bride from bram stoker's dracula. based on my own headcanons with inspiration mainly drawn from the novel. side blog to wcstenra, also running another dracula blog: the doctor.

damned &. divine. a blog dedicated to a queen of the night discovering identity, to embracing the monster she was crafted to be. i am no mother - i am no bride - i am king. penned by anne.

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Florence and The Machine, from “Caught“

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BOOKKEEPER. 

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                      @mcnecter​ asked: [ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

flynn half expects her to bite him.    isn’t that the way it always goes for vampires in literature?    one drop of blood, a whiff and their self control turns to shambles?    he should have been prepared for it, had been once upon a time when her role was less clear   (   not that he fully understood the woman in front of him, her motives still as shrouded and mysterious as the first night    )       it had been a while since he had seen her as something dangerous, she was an ally of sorts, a friend in a manner of speaking.       when she crosses the distance between them, he freezes.

a rookie mistake.    the sort which makes a librarian die on their first mission out.    it allows her to press a finger to his cheek, blood coating her thumb.     he waits, and waits and yet nothing happens.    julia’s expression remains troubled, not murderous.    oh.     he is not going to die.    the realization makes his shoulders drop, nervous laughter bubbling from his lips as he leans into her touch.    “     a student did not like his grade, believe it or not.     ”

meme tag. ( always accepting )

                         ( centuries of practice construct calm, QUIET façade his eyes now rest upon. she is cold &. still as MARBLE, black gaze two polished obsidian chips. appearance is tranquil, yet what CHURNS beneath is anything but - the dragon stirs, THIRSTY, each unneeded breath burning with NEED. julia restrains herself, as always, though this time not only for personal CHALLENGE. the bride must eventually admit to herself bookkeeper has earned a MODICUM of respect, &. thus has luckily RAMBLED his way out of being a potential meal for now. ) 

                         ( still he is warm &. blood smeared on her thumb BURNS against icy stone of her skin. countenance remains unchanged, brows CREASING further at explanation. when she finally speaks tone is ABSENT, distant, her mind miles away from suggestion. it is perhaps the only INDICATION some small part of her ponders the taste of his VITALITY - vampyr had noted the initial reaction, FEAR, before seemingly relaxing to her touch. a MONSTER she is, &. a monster she will always be. ) 

                         ‘ i can kill him for you, you know? ‘ 

                         ( she shifts, eyes refocusing on his face. newfound RESOLUTION setting carved jawline, brow rising expectantly. fingers lower to grasp his chin, FORCING him to look fully upon her. features are INDECIPHERABLE, dark gaze unblinking. is this a test? ) 

                         ‘ would you like this, bookkeeper? ‘

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@wcrlds​

                         ‘ i - ... you - ... is this some kind of ... of joke, flynn?! ‘

                         ( fury is palpable, THICK &. hot as strigoi closes distance between them. accented lilt is further WEIGHED with ancient cadence, anger making it difficult to speak a DIALECT bookkeeper would understand. onyx hues flash, OUTRAGE burning hellfire in otherwise infinite black GLARE. energy is remarkable given current CONDITION - mere weeks had passed since violent passing of the master count &. she had sustained GRIEVOUS injuries. wounds, she had explained to then FRANTIC librarian, that would take longer to heal than most even with UNNATURAL restorative capability. remnants of dracula’s DEMISE; stained bandage about her throat partially hidden beneath inky curls, distinct sound of cotton shifting against gauze beneath her shirt. ) 

                        ��( item in question is SLAMMED on table before him, already crumpled as if read a hundred times over. vampyr received UNASSUMING envelope in the mail earlier in the evening, watching with leaden DREAD as golden words ornamented themselves across cardstock. most living dead knew of librarians &. their unwavering GUARDIANS ... but she? the moral compass, eternal companion for her friend the bookkeeper? julia reacts, INSULTED at the very implication she was any sort of protector, rejecting the very NOTION she was any worthwhile mentor, PARTNER ... &. deep down, AFRAID she was both unworthy &. unable to protect the one person she had come to respect. ) 

                         ‘ you think you’re clever, sending me such a ... a ridiculous proposal! have you forgotten all i have taught you ... shown you! ‘ 

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COMPANION. 

~~

Curious hues followed the well shaped fingers to her cigarette case, all the way to the elegantly adorned lighter. A different breed of vampire than himself, literally and figuratively. She wanted to be from the upper class of society from what he could see, a sheer guess but one nonetheless. Maybe she really was. Perhaps she sought fortune, the predictable self preservation above all else forming over the years that came with any vampire who lived long enough on this god-forsaken earth. 

From her appearance, she looked like she had crawled right out of an old oil painting.  For she was what anyone could see as the model image of a vampire, the perfectly crafted features made from the finest ivory, the fangs slightly curved as if in a nigh broken moon shape, eyes shadowed with scandalous passion and fiery hunger. All the while, Jerry had some of these features himself, common amongst any ancient overtime. Though Jerry preferred the aesthetic of comfortability and living the life of a chameleon nowadays instead of the life of an aristocrat–or attempting to be one. “Mm, so have I. Always thought any vampires alive now were nothing more than young and foolish. Few and far between. You’ve surprised me. It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve seen anyone from your parts.” A part he didn’t come too far away from, especially due to being such an esteemed breed himself. Now he stood speaking with the mimicked, bland American that surrounded him.  Bringing up the mention of a hunt, his warm swirls for eyes perked behind the smoke of his lips. Waving out the cigarette and flicking it behind him, he continued. “I’m always hungry, finding good fruit here takes a ‘lil while to get used to…” His eyes glimmered. “You just need to know where to look.” His lengthened fangs exposed with his slyly savage smile, the people nearby absolutely oblivious. ~~

                         ( julia has learned to shroud herself in MYSTERY for her survival. it is what makes sculpted features inscrutable, shining OBSIDIAN gaze indecipherable as they travel along his form. the bride could not recall when she had LAST met a vampire in america to rival her age &. experience, so to meet this equally impenetrable creature heightens SUSPICION. any wariness, however, is met with curiosity to match; even his SCENT is different, a species she seemingly had yet to ENCOUNTER. a drag from black cigarette, fragrant smoke curling out from her lips &. tapping ash with CLAWED fingertip - her monster scratches from within, watching, WAITING. it desires to know his own beast, what manner of BEAST he was to differ from her own. )

                         ( the male carries himself with confidence she has not seen in her american travels. onyx hues study him with cold CALCULATION over spiraling clove-scented smoke - broad musculature, marble skin, gaze PIERCING in its intensity. she senses BRUTALITY, a cruel viciousness concealed beneath charming veneer. julia realizes with a SHOCK who he reminds her off, why she was drawn to him in the first place; the count, her MASTER had been the same, always better at MESMERIZING his victims &. only revealing his monster when it came time to kill. it UNNERVES her - she looks away quickly, taking another long nervous? drag of cigarette. focusing on BUSTLING crowd she chuckles quietly, a smile touching corners of crimson mouth. in comparison to his smooth MELODIOUS speech her cadence is halting, heavily ACCENTED with inflections long since extinct. )

                         ‘ its almost … charming, these young covens. but they learn from a world of plenty &. ease. they become … soft, never knowing hardship, scuttling at the first sign of danger … pathetic. ‘

                         ( hues of endless, starless NIGHT return to newfound companion, wry SMIRK response to endearing metaphor. having recently SETTLED in this new city, his potential ACQUAINTANCE could prove to be valuable however long she chose to stay. a hunt would perfectly GAUGE who he was, what is intentions were, so she would play NICE. movement - flitting, too quick to the eye - &. she is beside him, hooking her arm through his own. eyes BURN with hunger &. curiosity, matching his fangs with her own. )

                         ‘ i am new to this area, &. not as adept at … picking fruit. perhaps we can help each other? ‘

                         ( all at once COQUETTISH &. sultry, trademark for any bride. melody feints DEMURE tones well, but WICKED grin gives away any pretense. throat BURNS with thirst, anticipation. at the very least the elder would be ENTERTAINED for the night. )

                          ‘ my name … you can call me julia. ‘

[mcnecter]

@istigmatias​: [ LICK ]

sexual tension. | accepting

                         ( it was hard to focus. both were wounded, but that wasn’t the PROBLEM. working side by side with michael had EXPOSED her to his frequent mortal damage, so that wasn’t it either. no … she realizes they had never been in such close PROXIMITY to each other whilst injured, the scent of him invading every cell. julia can feel it, smell it, TASTE it coating her tongue &. seeping through pores. the apartment - his, she thinks - &. its close walls seal them in together. ribcage THROBS faintly; a wound there, currently IGNORED, bleeds freely thick ancient ICHOR. soon skin &. muscle will knit itself back together as it as done COUNTLESS times … though ingestion of fresh blood quickens the process. )

                         ( onyx hues glance up from pristine IVORY of kitchen sink she leans heavily on, leaving CRIMSON smears behind. unblinking, eyes traverse his FLUSHED features - drawn brow, straight nose, curve of his lip. there … SWELLING cut on his bottom lip, lifeblood a brilliant VERMILLION. gums ache, throat burns with ever-consuming urge for even a TASTE. &. then, as she nearly loses herself to BLOODTHIRST, his tongue darts to sample COPPERY liquid. unintentional, perhaps, yet still her reaction is seen &. heard; a gasp, breath nearly STRANGLED in her throat, poorly concealed as a cough. tearing OBSIDIAN glare from him, fists clench against the counter, speech notably restrained. )

                         ‘ you need to dress your wounds. i will assist you. ‘

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@istigmatias​: [ PIN ]... it 'could' happen.

sexual tension. | accepting

                         ( ah, how vampyr has LONGED for this moment! knowing his true nature all along, it was VEXING to the fullest how diligently he hid it from her, from the WORLD until the last possible moment. her monster had DESIRED so desperately to know his - to see this mysterious other julia had only caught flashing GLIMPSES of, cast light on the shadow pacing behind his troubled stares. so the bride had been pushing, PUSHING, testing him with practiced centuries-old MACHINATIONS until finally he breaks. catching her by surprise is no small FEAT, yet suddenly wrists are pulled upward, LITHE form slammed into wall before retaliation is even a complete THOUGHT. laughter - full-bodied purr of a PREDATOR - bubbles from SMIRKING mouth, four pearly points glinting within maw. TRIUMPHANT glare holds his own gaze beneath temporary VEIL of mussed black curls. )

                         ‘ at last! the mask slips, vânător. finally … we are acquainted, your beast &. mine. ‘

                         ( preternatural muscle ripples beneath milky complexion, yet does not TENSE. perhaps he will soon realize she is simply ALLOWING this; strigoi can do more than return the favor at any point, pure ARROGANCE standing between her instinct to violently STRIKE back. tension is thick, palpable within little space between them. julia closes the GAP a little more - relaxed form leaning forward, noses almost touching. his breath is hot, HEAVY, while hers washes over michael’s features like BITING winter wind. accented lilt is now lower in volume yet still PROVOKING in speech. a tilt of dark head, smirk baring FANGS - i dare you, michael. )

                         ‘ go on … what are you made of? ‘

[mcnecter]

sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

[mcnecter]

Monica Bellucci in Malèna (2000)

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STRANGER.

~~ Jerry himself wasn’t an American, born and made in the medieval days of Europe over four hundred years ago. Simpler days, harder days, now humans were much more fortunate. It made him realize that time passed by like a leaf blowing in the wind, flitting by without a care. Time waits for no man, not even for Jerry. People change, and so had he. The sands of the infinite clock known as time had continued seeping the grains to the bottom, lives of humans that lived throughout the centuries had come and gone. Except he was the only grain left behind to rest upon the curve. He was human–once. Like any other man in his day, all the way back in the 1500′s. Just like any other. Ignorant to the minute he would have his life ripped from him and be thrown into the environment of an animal that was destined to grow into a beast. And a beast he had became.  Silently reflecting, he withdrew a rare cigarette from his bottom lip between calloused fingers. A thin stream of grey spewing from his mouth. A human habit, but not a vampiric one. The nicotine never kept him hooked, though out of curiosity or for the sake of boredom, he would have a taste of one again after a while. Interesting, inhaling smoke and thinking it’s an engaging activity. His eyes squinting at the cig, as if he had never seen one before. Then placed it back on the edge of his mouth.  The lamppost above him beeped with the faltering electricity, the orange glow faint and flicking overhead as he stood on the street curb. Average people chatting near him, mind foggy with his thoughts and contemplation rather than the drabble.  Then his eyes caught the fellow creature. It was obvious by her walk, her courage, her ego reeked from her with each step. The nigh overwhelming scent of copper and perfume reaching him with grasping tendrils. A vampire, old perhaps, stuck-up from the looks of it. “Not staring.” His lips tugged up into a light smile, pupils bouncing down to look at the cracks in the sidewalk before looking to her face again. “My mind’s just drifting, but I find it ironic of you to say that with eyes like bullets.” He jeered, noting her piercing gaze. ~~

                         ( his cigarette inspires her - silver case is produced, &. from within cylindrical stick ENCASED in black paper is extracted. absently it is rapped against metal - tap, tap, tap - before it is balanced between CRIMSON lips, cigarette case replaced with long, ELEGANT lighter. flickering flame illuminates ARCHAIC features; high cheekbones, inscrutable OBSIDIAN gaze, sharp aquiline nose arched over TENDER curve of full lips. profile was meant for PORTRAITURE, one easily able to envision her in elaborate medieval style or model for passionate, SCANDALOUS renaissance subject. end of cigarette burns familiar orange &. clove-scented smoke DRIFTS from indecipherable expression. )

                         ( there is a SAVAGERY to her allure, an air of barely-restrained BRUTALITY - the magnetism of a PREDATOR only just confined to an earthly form. beneath pale skin hardened preternatural MUSCLE ripples &. pearly fangs gleam in her mouth. there is no INTENTION, no threat for him to perceive; after half a millennia it was simply more &. more difficult to MUZZLE the beast, &. the bride found few reasons why she should. full-bodied laughter REVEALS four sharp canines in her mouth, dark hues narrowing on the other. )

                         ‘ bullets, you say? you must forgive my … intensity. you are the first outsider i have encountered in the city. the rest of our kind here are american covens. so young - &. so foolish. ‘

                         ( timbre &. speech are heavily accented, almost STEREOTYPICALLY so. still this does not reveal identity - MYSTERY wraps over being as comfortably as black satin slip adorning lithe silhouette. cigarette is perched between fingertips as smoke exits the MAW of dragon’s daughter. julia cannot deny the male’s presence here is puzzling to her … why here, why now? only a little younger than herself, she muses. the bride had never cared for claiming territory beyond ISOLATED residences across any city she chose to migrate, but as a general rule she stayed as far from petty immortal politics as possible. BLOOD of the dragon was still highly sought after, &. rumors already spread of a last living DRACULA. though wary, an extension of good will could ENTICE the male to offer some answers. )

                         ‘ are you hungry? i have not hunted with another in …. ah, dumnezeule, it feels like ages. ‘

[mcnecter]

@istigmatias​: ❛  why  are  you  so  concerned  about  me ?  ❜

labyrinth. | accepting

                         ( inexplicable RAGE bubbles within her chest, familiar &. foreign all at once. surely he realizes how STUPID of an inquiry he has just stated, as if it weren’t OBVIOUS enough? or is her ire directed, inadvertently, at HERSELF - anger burning for ALLOWING even the most minute thread of emotion to be felt for a mortal, especially one with a profession as GHASTLY as his. outrage simmering just beneath GRIMACING features for permitting her sentiments to be read so easily, gut reaction to DISAPPEAR into the shadows - comfortable, safe, ALONE without the human’s prying gaze. )

                         ( vampyr rises abruptly, fists &. jaw CLENCHED. suddenly piercing ONYX hues narrow right on him, flash of FURY so potent it would have cut through him if it were a physical assault. stuttering words are hissed with palpable VENOM, but the anger is not necessarily directed at michael. )

                         ‘ i - michael, you - ‘

                         ( pure nonsense, only INCENSING her wrath. the bride steps quickly to a window, gaze TEARING from him in favor of studying the moon instead. silence passes heavily, NOTICEABLY, entire being muted. when accented lilt resurfaces usual calm barely RESTRAINS anger still teeming on the surface of speech. )

                         ‘ what good are you to me dead?! ‘

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𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬 !    (   sentence  starters  originating  from  jim  henson’s  1986  film  ‘ labyrinth ’ .  )

❛  oh ,  it’s  not  fair !  ❜ ❛  well ,  don’t  stand  there  in  the  rain  -  come  on .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  you’re  an  hour  late .  ❜ ❛  please ,  let me finish .  ❜ ❛  we  were  worried  about  you .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  do  anything  right ,  can  i ?  ❜ ❛  you’d  better  hurry ,  or  you’re  gonna  be  late .  ❜ ❛  you  really  wanted  to  talk  to  me ,  didn’t  you ?  ❜ ❛  i  hate  you .  i  hate  you !  ❜ ❛  knock  it  off .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  stop  it .  ❜ ❛  what’s  said  is  said .  ❜ ❛  i  didn’t  mean  it .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  brought  you  a  gift .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  don’t  defy  me .  ❜ ❛  you’re  no  match  for  me .  ❜ ❛  turn  back  before  it’s  too  late .  ❜ ❛  such  a  pity .  ❜ ❛  time  is  short .  ❜ ❛  shows  what  you  know ,  doesn’t  it ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  horrible .  ❜ ❛  if  that’s  all  the  help  you’re  gonna  be ,  you  can  just  leave .  ❜ ❛  you  take  too  many  things  for  granted .  ❜ ❛  thanks  for  nothing ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  things  aren’t  always  what  they  seem  in  this  place .  ❜ ❛  that’s  right ,  it’s  not  fair .  ❜ ❛  what  am  i  supposed  to  do ?  ❜ ❛  i  knew  you  were  going  to  get  into  trouble  as  soon  as  i  met  you .  ❜ ❛  oh ,  don’t  sound  so  smart .  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  so  concerned  about  me ?  ❜ ❛  what  do  we  have  here ?  ❜ ❛  what  a  nice  surprise .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  believe  anything  you  say ?  ❜ ❛  what  choice  have  you  got ?  ❜ ❛  you’ve  gotta  understand  my  position ;  i’m  a  coward .  ❜ ❛  you  little  cheat  -  you  nasty  little  cheat !  ❜ ❛  give  those  back  to  me !  ❜ ❛  the  way  forwards  is  sometimes  the  way  back .  ❜ ❛  will  you  please  be  quiet ?!  ❜ ❛  it  seems  like  we’re  not  getting  anywhere .  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  only  friend  i’ve  got .  ❜ ❛  well ,  i’m  not  afraid .  ❜ ❛  i’m  used  to  it .  ❜ ❛  leave  me  alone !  ❜ ❛  please ,  i only have a little time left .  ❜ ❛  you’re  a  life  saver .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  what  have  you  done ?  ❜ ❛  i’ll  be  there  for  you .  ❜ ❛  [ pronoun ]’ll  never  forgive  me .  ❜ ❛  it’s  all  junk !  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  see  why  we  have  to  be  so  quiet .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  are  you  alright ?  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  care  what  you  think  of  me .  ❜ ❛  i  forgive  you ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  i  have  to  do  this  alone .  ❜ ❛  everything  i’ve  done ,  i’ve  done  for  you .  ❜ ❛  i  move  the  stars  for  no  one .  ❜ ❛  i  have  been  generous  up  until  now .  ❜ ❛  what  have  you  done  that’s  generous ?  ❜ ❛  i  ask  for  so  little .  ❜ ❛  fear  me ,  love  me ,  do  as  i  say  &  i  will  be  your  slave .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  power  over  me .  ❜