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a  breathless  gasp  escaped  the  young  woman's  throat.  her  shoulders  rose  as  she  flinched  when  the  woman  caged  her  in  and  leaned  in  close.  caelwyn's  head  tilted  down  ever  so  slightly  as  her  eyes,  bright-eyed,  full  of  wonder  and  amazement,  locked  onto  the  other.  'the  keeper  of  secrets'  she  had  said,  and  cae  felt  a  shiver  run  down  her  spine.  'the  one  who  knows  the  path  you'll  take'  her  eyes  instantly  lit  up  as  her  posture  changed.  ❝well,  'what  are  you'  is  not  a  very  kind  question  to  ask  someone  so  abruptly.❞

malaileto inclined her head in amusement, eyes crinkling in sprightly mischief. she leaned up on her toes effortlessly and placed her hands on either side of the other woman's head, caging her between her warm body and the cold stone wall behind her back. "who am i? i am the keeper of secrets, the one who knows the path you’ll take, where no one—alive or dead—shows. the question you should be asking, little elfin beauty, is: what am i?"

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not  often  did  atticus  find  himself  returning  to  the  same  person  over  time.  not  anymore,  he  didn't  do  that,  he  chose  to  not  get  involved,  not  really.  but  there  was  something  oddly  calming  about  this  girl.  LIV.  this  small  bundle  of  anxiety  and  energy,  a  tiny  beacon  for  trouble.  she  was  everything  atticus  knew  he  should  keep  at  a  distance.  and  yet  --  she  was  almost  too  difficult  to  tear  himself  away  from.  the  phone  call  had  been  quite  a  welcome  surprise.  driving  over,  he'd  parked  his  bike  out  front  and  been  greeted  by  a  very  tired  drained  looking  liv.  the  tub  had  been  something  new  to  the  demi-god,  but  not  the  oddest  request.  with  arms  wrapped  gently  around  the  female,  atticus  relaxed  into  the  porcelain  and  let  the  quiet  over  take  them  for  a  moment. ❝mmmh.❞  a  low  hum  escaped  chisled  features  before  he  offered  a  lighthearted  shrug  before  chuckling.  ❝you  point,  and  I'll  tell.❞  His  body  was  an  inventory  of  victories  that  hadn't  felt  like  winning.  his  mind,  a  stronghold  of  anger  and  grief.  ❝no,  not  weird.❞  a  hand  slides  up  her  back  to  touch  gently  at  her  arm  to  ease  her  worries.  ❝it's  gonna  sound  so  cliche.  i  got  shot  there.  about  three  years  after  i  moved  to  new  york.❞

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They were moving too fast, maybe.

Like they’d collided one day and had somehow wound up permanently entwined, stuck somewhere in a fog of infatuation. But she couldn’t help herself, really. She felt better close to him. Safe, and warm, like she’d found solid ground for the first time in ages.

She’d have hesitated, normally. To call someone when she was teetering on the brink of a breakdown. When her fear had gotten the best of her. It usually felt better to hide it away. To tuck herself into her tub and emerge a week later like nothing had happened. But her instincts had begged her to call and drag him in. So there they were, tucked into an empty tub with her head on his chest, and her hand up his shirt so she could feel his heartbeat. He was there, and safe, and solid.

“You ever gonna tell me where all these scars come from?” Her head tilts up some, just until her lips find his jaw as her fingers trace over his skin. “Sorry if that’s — I don’t mean to pry, I just — I want to know everything about you.” She shrugs, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips. “Ignore me, that’s a weird thing to say…”

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❝no  you  didn't.❞  his  accented  tone  was  sarcastically  charming  and  obvious  as  ever.  she  had  a  knack  for  getting  herself  into  sticky  situations  at  seemingly  the  perfect  time.  the  shadowhunter  barked  out  a  laugh  at  her  retort,  tawny  hues  glinting  in  the  dimly  lit  room.❝hero  complex?  is  that  what  you  call  saving  your  life?❞  lithe  calloused  hands  move  to  take  hers,  untangling  them  from  the  fabric  of  his  shirt.  what  was  it  with  her  and  always  finding  some  way  to  injure  herself?  honestly,  there  were  times  where  jace  got  the  idea  that  she  liked  the  constant  threat  looming  over  her. his  voice  drops  low  as  he  dips  his  head,  lips  hover  just  above  her  earlobe  before  whispering  carefully,  ❝by  the  angel,  liv.  can  you  ever  have  a  normal  night  out?❞  she  worried  him,  more  than  he'd  like  to  admit.

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“I understand that you have some kind of — hero complex, but I was handling that guy just fine on my own…”

She wasn’t actually. Frankly, she hadn’t even noticed the bartender was a demon until she was two drinks in - it happened sometimes when she was distracted. Some of them blended in well. Sometimes she needed the amulet just to see things clearly. And so sure, maybe she’d gotten herself into trouble, but she’d have found a way to wriggle herself out of it — probably.

Throwing her can of pepper spray hadn’t been her best bet, maybe. But the effort had to count for something.

“How do you always show up right when I do something stupid?” God, how aggravating. Not him. Not really. Just his timing. It’s herself she’s frustrated with. “You’re so annoying.” Bloodied palms nudge at him — too much pent up adrenaline with no where to go — and she pulls him in a moment later, fingers hooked into his shirt until he’s close enough for her lips to collide with his. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I thought I had things under control…”

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❝hmm.❞  he  didn't  bother  to  hide  the  quick-to-judge  gaze  taking  in  the  male.  as  easy-going  of  a  demeanor  atticus  attempted  to  put  out,  he  was  always  one  to  read  body  language;  always  on  the  attack  around  new  faces.  but  there  was  no  heat  radiating  off  of  him,  no  grief  or  melancholy  the  demi-god  could  latch  onto  and  exploit.  and  in  a  moment,  he  dropped  his  shoulders  and  relaxed,  stepping  in  to  offer  a  friendly  greeting.  his  brows  went  up  at  the  mention  of  the  name  LOULOU,  lips  pursed  into  a  lighthearted  grin  before  he  nodded  his  head  eagerly.  ❝oh  yeah,  bien  surr.  oui  oui.❞  the  male  shifted,  sliding  a  foot  backward  to  create  a  bit  more  space  between  the  two.  he  watched  carefully  at  the  stiff,  almost  proper  movements  from  the  other  as  he  nodded  slowly.  ❝thelio?  wow,  alright.  atticus.  nice  to  meet  you.  labubu  has  told  me  nothing  about  you.  sorry.❞  he  flashed  a  cheeky  grin.

psalm 23:4 – even though i walk through the darkest valley, i will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

"ah." thelio raised his head and turned to greet the other man with a bright and charming, good-humored smile, which reached his eyes—the corners of his amber gaze crinkling in mirth and warmth—concealing the abhorrence and repugnance toward the idolater churning in his stomach.

atticus vardalos. the son of the false god was a boor and lout. he knew it was him from the way he carried himself, arrogance and confidence intertwined in his essence, flowing through him like the tainted blood in his accursed veins. "you must be the one loulou talks about at length."

"bien content de te rencontrer." he dipped his head in acknowledgement, bringing his hand to his own chest, resting it mere inches above his beating heart. "allow me to introduce myself—thelio melancon."

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atticus  was  more  of  an  'act  first,  ask  questions  later'  type  of  guy.  seeing  a  female  in...  well,  ANY  kind  of  distress  caused  the  demi-god  to  step  into  action  before  even  bothering  to  think  who  was  in  the  right  in  the  situation.  thankfully,  his  gut  hadn't  betrayed  him  yet.  woof,  that  was  always  a  good  feeling.  letting  his  restraints  down  ever  so  slightly  and  allowing  himself  to  simply  let  loose.  he  knew  he  had  to  wrap  it  up,  or  he'd  lose  control  sooner  rather  than  later.  with  a  swift  step  back,  he  allowed  the  agile  woman  to  seemingly  take  out  the  other  assailant  with  little  to  no  difficulty.  there's  a  quick  pause  from  the  greek  as  he  looks  around  the  alleyway,  then  back  at  the  female  before  sizing  her  up.  maybe  she  didn't  need  his  help  after  all.  the  smell  of  the  fight,  the  blood,  and  adrenaline  it  was  starting  to  prickle  against  atticus'  skin,  rolling  off  her  like  waves  it  made  his  mouth  water.  he  didn't  recoil  or  react  as  the  female  ripped  her  blade  out  of  the  stumbling  male. his  pupils  widened  as  his  gaze  snapped  onto  her.  ❝i  would  have  three  dollars.❞  he  replied,  wiping  his  hands  on  his  thighs  before  strolling  over  to  the  woman,n  yet  keeping  a  safe  distance  between  them.  ❝i  didn't  ruin  a  good  time,  i  hope.  ❞  he  shifted  his  weight,  turning  to  look  at  the  mess  of  men  who'd  no  doubedly  be  coming  to  in  a  few  short  minutes.

She sensed someone else coming, someone else who was rooted in magic as much as she & the others were. Oraia grit her teeth, expecting another enemy to join the fight. But just as she was preparing to block another attack, a body flew by, hitting the wall with a painful smack. The goddess didn't find pleasure in the pain of others much anymore...unless those in pain had clearly found pleasure in hurting others. Either way, she had 1 less enemy to take out, & for that, she was grateful. Apparently, the arrival of the newcomer was just as surprising to her attackers as their friend's demise, because they let down their guard long enough to look at who had changed the course of it all.

Oraia took her chance & lunged forward, sinking her knife deep into the gut of 1 of them. They gasped, turning to her in shock, & she quickly withdrew her blade just to stab them in the throat. The person dropped to the ground, dead, as soon as she pulled Hemhemet out of their body. She didn't smile, but she was, admittedly, relieved. She'd thought about portaling away before, but what good would that do if someone knew how to track her between realms & across the world? She'd even considered summoning some spirits to help, until she realized that those fighting her might have their own death magic; that would only lead to a more chaotic battle, which wouldn't be safe for the mortals in the city surrounding them.

"So, how many dollars would you have?" Oraia asked the stranger, eyes sparkling with her usual flirtatious-mischievous curiosity. She'd never been able to ignore a pretty person. Before he could respond, 1 of those still standing charged her, lighting their free hand with a purple (clearly magical) fire. She hissed as she met that hand with her own, feeling it burn her skin. Hopefully, she could break their fingers before they did any more damage.

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LUCREZIA BORGIA The Borgias 2.04

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"you haven't needed my help in a long time." - anton

MEMES? MEMES!

❝  and  i  don't  need  your  help  now.  you  can  kindly  fuck  right  off.  ❞  his  posture  straightened,  shoulders  squared  as  he  took  a  step  back  to  grow  the  distance  between  them.  ❝you  know  none  of  this  would  have  happened  if  it  weren't  for  you.❞  that's  not  true,  and  he  knows  it.  however,  it's  easy  to  blame  someone  else.  a  hand  claps  the  side  of  his  jeans  loudly  in  frustration,  while  the  other  combs  through  his  mop-like  curls.  ❝i  didn't  need you  back  then,  and  i  certainly  don't  need  you  now.  if  it  weren't  for  soraya  --  ❞  TCH.  he  didn't  finish.

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"I've seen the scars on your body." @ Atticus

Her  hands  were  a  cold  welcome  against  his  heated  skin.  He  makes  no  attempt  to  recoil  or  pull  away  from  her  touches.  But  instead,  encourages  them,  placing  a  hand  atop  her  own  as  he  carefully  slides  her  fingertips  across  the  right  side  of  his  chest.  ❝You  like  what  you  see?  Because  I've  got  more  where  these  came  from.❞  All  jokes  aside,  he's  totally  serious.

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Concerned Sentences, Vol. 11

(Concerned sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You keep picking fights with the wrong people."

"I'm not sure it's healthy for you to be here."

"You're making some questionable choices right now!"

"You know, you worry too much. You'd be much more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself."

"You can't run from this. It will only get worse."

"Who hit you?"

"I know you believe in what you're doing, but you've got to try to stop making it worse!"

"Is your job always like this?"

"How are you still alive?"

"You've been hiding from me, haven't you?"

"Whatever it is you think you have to do, you don't have to do it."

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a lot of bad dreams?"

"It's my fault all this happened to you..."

"You can't expect me to ignore the fact you're out of control right now!"

"Do you feel unstable?"

"You hide behind your work. Your real area of expertise is avoiding any real intimacy."

"I've seen the scars on your body."

"Can you hear how paranoid you sound?"

"You're smarter than this. What's going on?"

"The only thing I can't figure out is why you'd risk your neck for a stranger!"

"Do you remember when you asked me to tell you when you were acting really crazy?"

"I know you don't like to be the cause for concern, but I am official concerned about you."

"It's unusual for you to be wrong."

"Take your time. When you're ready to talk, we'll talk."

"Why are you still here when the both of us know that this is bad for you?"

"Whatever this is, maybe I can help. I've helped before."

"You might be able to fool the others, but I know what you're doing."

"How can I help you if you won't let me?"

"You haven't needed my help in a long time."

"You'll end up falling out with everyone if you carry on like this!"

"If you do this, you won't be able to go back. You'll be like me."

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Discussions of Childhood Sentences

(Sentences for muses to discuss their childhoods. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Even as a child, there was something in your brain that was a puzzlement."

"What kind of a monster raised you?"

"If you're good at reading people, it's mostly because you learnt as a child, trying to stay one step ahead of whatever tormented you."

"What do you remember about your childhood?"

"You must have been a very boring child."

"My books have been my only true companion since childhood."

"This is my childhood bedroom, so I'd appreciate you not criticising it."

"When I was little, I was fascinated by stars. I thought they were magic."

"What were you like as a child?"

"Did you have a happy childhood?"

"Children do not simply forget trauma. No one simply forgets."

"What is your worst memory of childhood?"

"I had no real childhood. I was an imitation adult because that was what was expected of me."

"Were you an outstandingly brilliant child?"

"Were you always so serious? Even as a child?"

"I can't imagine you having any kind of childhood."

"Tell me something - were you ever young?"

"You ever do magic as a kid? You seem like the type - lonely, obsessive..."

"I think people have always thought I was strange - or worse: defective."

"I have very positive origins. Inexpressible, maybe, but positive."

"I've been alienating people since I was three."

"Did you ever stutter as a child?"

"I think you and I had very different childhoods."

"'Home' doesn't mean the same for me as it does for you."

"There aren't any pictures of me as a kid."

"Since I was a child, I've always loved little puzzles."

"Look at me; nobody grows up wrong."

"Did you have a childhood sweetheart?"

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SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS

He  falls  back  easily  against  the  pillow.  A  hand  moves  to  prop  his  head  up  as  he  rolls  on  his  side  to  look  at  the  girl  with  the  mess  of  curls  in  her  face.  ❝sorry.❞  He  chuckles  sheepishly.  ❝i  guess  i  got  a  little  carried  away.  you  just  taste  sweet.❞  honestly,  it  was  probably  the  pent-up  adrenaline  and  fear  that  was  constantly  coursing  through  the  poor  girls  veins  that  called  Atticus  to  her.  But  he  was  insatiable  around  her.  ❝alright,  alright,  I'll  go  make  us  some  lunch.  you  --  you  relax  and  catch  your  breath.❞

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could we pretend this is our first kiss? - keegan

SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS

❝It's  always  my  first  kiss  with  you,  Key.❞  Slowly,  the  bed  would  creak  as  Atticus  slid  beside  her,  his  hand  carefully  taking  her  own  before  bringing  her  knuckles  up  to  his  lips  to  kiss  them.  It  was  raining,  the  first  time  they  had  kissed.  Got  caught  out  in  a  storm  after  staying  too  late  at  a  party.  The  subway  was  packed  with  people  trying  to  escape  the  rain.  He  remembered  it  all  perfectly.  He  shifted  his  body  towards  her  more,  and  her  bright  orange  sweatshirt  hung  loosely  off  one  of  her  shoulders.  Keegan  never  wanted  to  wear  those  damn  hospital  gowns,  they  were  too  cold  for  her  anyway.  She  was  always  smiling,  always  humming  some  tune,  always  wiggling  a  dance  move  even  now.  And  it  made  him  cherish  these  moments,  made  him  want  to  remember  THAT  Keegan,  THAT  Keegan  who  had  energy  and  light.  Thankfully,  the  blinds  to  her  room  were  shut,  and  the  overstuffed  chair  in  the  corner  was  empty,  leaving  just  the  two  of  them  alone  in  the  room.  Atticus  was  careful,  always  so  careful  around  her  as  he  leaned  in  close  to  her  face.  His  hand  gently  rose  to  touch  her  cheek  before  he  kissed  the  side  of  her  mouth.

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"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for tossing out the idea of being in a relationship or just kissing and seeing what happens after, adjust as necessary

i hear you're a good kisser.

are you staring at my lips?

how about a kiss for old time's sake?

maybe we could experiment a little.

have you ever thought about kissing me?

is there even an "us?"

a little bird told me you're a really good kisser.

could you see me as... more than just a friend?

what's a little fooling around between friends?

i'll admit, i have thought about you like that.

kissing you sounds like a very good idea.

i've been meaning to ask you out for ages.

maybe we could... see what happens.

there's no harm in a little experimentation.

did you want to kiss me back then?

for what it's worth, i really enjoyed the kiss and i wouldn't mind doing that again sometime.

could we pretend this is our first kiss?

maybe we could go on a date sometime.

you could start by coming closer.

just wondering what you taste like.

i saw you looking at me earlier.

could we talk about... us?

i'm not interested in anyone but you.

i bet if we tried, we could make it work.

a kiss won't kill us.

wanna makeout?

quick, kiss me before they walk over here.

i've wanted to kiss you for a long time now.

i never had the courage to ask you if you'd kiss me.

could i keep seeing you after this?

i really enjoyed it, by the way.

you're a much better kisser than i expected.

well, that got out of hand quickly.

maybe we should redo our first kiss.

next time, we should make it a date.

can i kiss you?

kissing sounds really fun right now.

have you been kissed before?

i never liked kissing until you.

you are... unbelievably good at that.

give me a minute to catch my breath.

your heart is racing.

are you okay? you look very flustered.

are my cheeks burning?

figured we're both about to die, so what the hell.

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🌻 a sunflower for everyone who is not feeling well today

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a  shell  of  a  man,  pathetic  and  overgrown,  haggard  and  sullen.  grief  had  overtaken  the  demi-god.  allowed  it  to  form  a  shell  around  his  heart  as  he  continued  to  live  out  his  life.  alone,  away  from  everyone  and  everything  that  he  knew.  afraid  to  face  reality,  afraid  to  go  back  to  something  that  could  never  be.  not  anymore.  this  was  his  life  now,  and  he  was  CONTENT.  ❝ -- fucking hell. ❞  he  bit  down  on  his  tongue  hard  enough  to  draw  blood  as  he's  locked  mid-step.  stuck  in  his  tracks  as  not  only  her  scent  but  her  voice  rings  clear  in  his  mind.  he  could  never  forget  her,  his  person.  'did  you  care  for  me,  love  me?'  the  question  makes  him  grit  his  teeth,  and  it  takes  everything  in  him  not  to  turn  the  other  way.  she's  here  now,  however  that  came  to  be.  ❝ what  are  you  doing  here  soraya?❞  he's  yet  to  make  eye  contact,  yet  to  find  the  right  eyes  that  belong  to  the  right  face.

hva i helvete? soraya blinked, eyes widening. her hands trembled in uncertainty; her knees buckled in exasperation. anger, concern, disbelief, and sadness collided at once, warring in her cold, bitter, fractured mind. six years. it had been six years since anyone had last seen hide or hair of him. and yet he had the astounding, inimitable temerity to walk through the streets as if he hadn’t betrayed and destroyed the hearts of those closest to him with his self-imposed exile.

 do not run from me. do not turn your back on me again. “did you care for me, atticus, did you love me?” her voice carried through the crowd—soft and silvery, sweet as peach tea, smooth as churned butter—but commanding attention nonetheless with her decisive presence. she shook her head, clenching her jaw, nostrils flared. compared to the mother and the sister he had abandoned, though, her anguish was nothing but a drop in the ocean. “did you care for them, din jævla idiot, did you love them?”

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