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she did not need much, wanted very little. a kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return. | snb.

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     look, buddy. it can totally do this ! this is all fine - - nothing to see here. but it does hesitate, head turning to look at this guy with hands stopping just before touching the doorknob. look - - it spent like ... a good amount of time picking this lock. prometheus is gonna open this door.      “ - - i’m going to.”

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        he’s watching just for a few seconds. almost observing. he just wants to see what’s about to happen and – yeah. time to intervene.  “ hey. hey. ”  he waves his hand trying to grab it’s attention.  “ wouldn’t do that if i were you. ”

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     oh shoot. oh shoot. oh darn. bad - - this is the opposite of good. so. bad. because humans don’t have bodies made for them. duh. what a stupid mess up. it’s honestly kind of distressed by this whole thing and that’s probably evident on its face. lips are pulled to the sides in a look of confusion and worry and - - it’s just ... really done. with this whole thing. maybe it can get up and leave? but it doesn’t because this human is honestly kind of scary.      “my ... parents. obviously. humans are created by - - other humans. right? i mean - - yes. parents.”      okay, even it can tell that that was weak. like ... really weak. like even it knows that that wasn’t very convincing. maybe it should just stop talking for a bit and let this lady shout again and then go and buy another drink. but that doesn’t seem like a good idea. this person would probably just knock the second drink out of its hands or something.

    “People who enjoy starbucks are lying to themselves and their stomachs. This shit       is TOXIC.” Tossed over her shoulder, the nigh-full cup went sailing into a bin. Good       thing she wasn’t looking, her ego would’ve exploded. “And don’t let me catch you       in here with this shit again.              You’re too pale, don’t be a fucking stereotype.”

  Goop alien planet was the wrong term. She would’ve thrown battleworld out, but you   can’t just expect people to recognize the Jim Shooter arc,    it was all about Hickman.   Now, she could go and take… She could-  “Hold on. Hold on, hold on, hold… hold on.”

    “That’s your body. It was… m a d e for you? Who’s your manufacturer?”               Things were wrong here. They’d been wrong, but they were wronger now.

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     the poor human looks like she might fall over or something. which would be bad. humans falling over usually isn’t a good sign that they aren’t going to - - die on top of it or something like that. so lips quirk into a frown and prometheus shuffles around again, moving the fabric of it’s clothes in an effort to bunch some of it into a pillow or something.      “ - - this? might be better?”

You know, some things are just genuinely too uncomfortable to even suffer through. Case in point: this. With a bit of a grimace and– ah, yes, Peggy McCarthy’s perfected look of apology, as if this is a great insult, she sits up again. Rubs her eyes. Looks very tired.

        ‘ Actually, never mind– ’

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     that can’t be comfortable. it’s all metal below the skin - - not really the comfiest of pillows out there ! prometheus isn’t gonna push her away or anything, though. just kinda ... shift slightly and hope the human isn’t too uncomfortable from the hard steel bits.

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           ‘ I just need to close my eyes for like… three seconds… ’ 

To be fair, she definitely doesn’t use people as pillows that often but, well, she’s so tired! Let her get away with it! Just this once! Have a heart!

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     it blinks - - because it is not lost, but ... turned around. this isn’t where prometheus really planned on being. not that it really ... plans too much in advance. ever. but - - hey. this guy is offering help, which is really nice of him !      “ - - yes? i am ... looking for a coffee store?”

                            “I’m sorry…you…you look really lost? Is there anything I can do to help you? I mean, I just. I’ve got a break in between classes - I can help you get somewhere or something.”

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     “ - - no? no. sorry.”      there’s no need for it to cart around a lighter - - why would it need one? it doesn’t need warmth or for fire for cigarettes. not like prometheus can smoke. dainty looking shoulders rise and fall in a sort of sympathetic shrug.

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             HE PATTED HIS pockets quickly, soft gaelic falling from his lips, around his still unlit cigarette. he lifted his eyes as he saw someone approach, his voice switching to english perfectly. ❛ got a light? ❜

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     he bought it ! sweet. it gives a small smile because it totally just got away with that slip up - maybe he just thought it’s a high human or something - - that happens at places like this. it blinks and watches as he huddles against the cold - - oh. it didn’t even realize that the air is chilly. prometheus doesn’t have a coat or anything to pull around itself so it just kind of - - chafes fingers over bare arms in an attempt to look cold.      “ ... yeah ! i need - - everything. all of the human identification papers.”

testing him on what? his basic knowledge of birth certificates? he knows a lot about birth certificates–enough to make passing forgeries. he tilts his head, stares at her for a long, silent moment. people who usually want to know if he has the skills necessary for shit like this ask him a lot tougher questions.         “riiiiiiiight.” he pulls his jacket tighter around him, a shield against the bitter cold of the night. it was a hell of a lot warmer in the club.         “— -so you want everything? a new identity?” 

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     okay - - decision time. lie to mr werewolf here, who is probably maybe a little too loose with his information, or tell the truth and hope he doesn’t tell anyone else. because telling other people is - - bad. no one should know. but maybe he can tell it isn’t a human being. maybe other not - humans can tell or something. so - - huh. choices are hard.      “i am - - not human.”      okay - - solid. solid choice. not too much information but not none, either. cool. good step. it shuffle a bit and one hand rubs at the mark on the back of its neck - - hardly covered by pale hair. that’s more than it’s ever told anyone before - - he should feel honored.

   ‘okay, so then don’t question it?’ he ends it with a question mark, this    conversation was more than WEIRD. he just didn’t know how else to    describe what he was without fully saying, “I’m a werewolf” because    in all honesty he hated that word given that he wasn’t technically a    “werewolf”; just close to one! arms would extend once they figure it     out, a nod given in agreement. 

   ‘there we have it.’ that was simple, but how they reacted to it wasn’t    much expected. usually people would look at him like he was crazy or    the cliche, “prove it!” would come following. of course he could prove    it, would he? no. ‘so, what does that make YOU?’ he would assume    human, but?

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❝ Well then, come on, which way? ❞

     “ - - this way !”     is it obvious it has literally no idea on which way to go? because … it has no idea on which way to go. it’s just kind of bullshitting its way through right now and the other hopefully can’t tell. because - - it wants to look like it knows which way to go.

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ok but real talk, where did the people making prometheus go wrong? it’s supposed to be an assassin / weapon / the new face of modern warfare deal but instead it pretends to eat in restaurants and is scared of birds.

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always remember that prome doesn’t need to breathe but ... fake breathes to look human. probably made over - dramatic gasping sounds for the first few days before realizing ... not a good idea.

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❝ Isn’t that generous? ❞

     “ - - is it?”     … is fifty dollars a generous tip at a coffee shop? probably? oops? it retracts a hand from the tip box and looks down at the bill. maybe it should … tip … less? is that a good idea? yes? okay, it’s gonna go with yes. swaps out the fifty for a twenty. perfect !

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ＬＡＢＹＲＩＮＴＨ → the sentence meme

Below you will find quotes taken directly or paraphrased from the movie 'Labyrinth'. You know, the one starring David Bowie's bulge. Send in one of the following to see how my muse reacts:

❝ I ask for so little. ❞

❝ Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want. ❞

❝ Just fear me, love me - do as I say and I will be your slave.❞

❝ You remind me of the babe. ❞

❝ That’s not fair! ❞

❝ Give me the child. ❞

❝ You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is? ❞

❝ I have been generous up ‘til now; I can be cruel. ❞

❝ You cowered before me, I was frightening. ❞

❝ I have reordered time; I have turned this world upside down, and I have done it all for you! ❞

❝ I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. ❞

❝ Isn’t that generous? ❞

❝ Your mother is a fraggin’ aardvark! ❞

❝ Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. ❞

❝ I move the stars for no one. ❞

❝ Your eyes can be so cruel. ❞

❝ If she ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a prince. ❞

❝ If he ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a princess. ❞

❝ You’re him, aren’t you? ❞

❝ You’re her, aren’t you? ❞

❝ My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. ❞

❝ You have no power over me. ❞

❝ How you turn my world, you precious thing. ❞

❝ Well then, come on, which way? ❞

❝ Which way do you want to go, hm? ❞

❝ Was that wrong? ❞

❝ I’ve brought you a gift. ❞

❝ But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. ❞

❝ In nine hours and twenty-three minutes…you’ll be mine. ❞

❝ Where you goin’ with a head like that? ❞

❝ No, I said ‘allo’, but that’s close enough. ❞

❝ It’s only forever, not long at all. ❞

❝ All right then, throw down your weapons, and I’ll see that you’re well-treated. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me truth hurts, because it hurts like hell. ❞

❝ No one can blame you for walking away. ❞

❝ I don’t know why, but every now and again in my life - for no reason at all - I need you. ❞

❝ The way forward is sometimes the way back. ❞

❝ It’s very rude to stare! ❞

❝ What did you have to go and do a thing like that for? ❞

❝ What’d you expect fairies to do? ❞

❝ What’s the matter, my dear, don’t like your toys? ❞

❝ There’s such a sad love, deep in your eyes. ❞

❝ I’ll place the sky within your eyes. ❞

❝ What kind of magic spell to use? ❞

❝ I’ll paint you mornings of gold. ❞

❝ I’ll spin you Valentine evenings. ❞

❝ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ❞

❝ We’re choosing the path between the stars. ❞

❝ I’ll leave my love between the stars. ❞

❝ How you turned my world, you precious thing. ❞

❝ You starve and near exhaust me. ❞

❝ I do believe in you. ❞

❝ I live without the sunlight. ❞

❝ I love without your heartbeat. ❞

❝ I can’t live within you. ❞

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     of course it’s made of ... not ... flesh. bright eyes dart down to the silicone hybrid that makes up the skin-like material that covers metallic innards. but this guy doesn’t need to know that.      “ - - of course i am made of flesh. all ... organic matter is made out of flesh. duh.”      it kind of ... brushes off his last question with a little shrug as it keeps on with following him. when it’s gonna stop and leave him alone is anyone’s guess. but it is actually kind of confused. if he’s not human ... what is he? is he a mermaid or a werewolf? wait - - quick google search break here, eyes going glossy and distant as it looks up both ‘mermaid silver’ and ‘werewolf silver’. oh ! that makes more sense.      “so - - you’re a - - werewolf !”

         this wasn’t making sense, made of flesh? obviously he was made of flesh as were they — right? he stops suddenly, head tilted as he turns to look back at them. it is clear he is confused from his expression to his sudden lack of body language; it is as if he is trying to “read” her, and he can’t pinpoint anything. actually, he can’t hear anything neither, strange. shaking off such thoughts, as that wouldn’t make sense, he looks off to the distance. 

        ‘aren’t you made of flesh? we all are, technically speaking. I can be a werewolf, a fucking mermaid for all I know, and I’d still be made of flesh.’ mermaid, right ( that was the only “creature” he could think of in that moment ). ‘– what are you saying?’

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wow sorry for not being around today ... i kind of put off a 3-5 page paper due tomorrow until ... this morning.