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l-argent·:

          “𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨-…?” Julia found she could only spare an exasperated sigh at the sight of his socks- and were they 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥? At the very least, it was good to know that her partner was still himself…𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. Still, watching him deflate, his shoulders slump, his eyes turn downcast- it wasn’t a comforting transformation, but if it was for his own good…he would have to find it in his heart to forgive her later.  

Honestly, if he hadn’t turned around and asked for a ride, Julia would have gone after him- there was 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 she was going to allow the man to walk the streets of Poitiers alone in this state. She quickly caught up to her partner, placing a gentle hand on his arm. 

          “Of course, Devineaux, I’m parked just around the block.” 

The streets were empty, thankfully- it allowed Julia’s nerves to settle, for her to get her thoughts in order. The prospect of further discussing 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐨 did not appeal to her, especially if it was going to send him into another 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘺, but they did need to talk about their work relationship- 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘧. As far as Julia knew she was still slotted to work with Agent Zari in the field, but if Devineaux was once again an active agent…

Julia fished around in her pocket for her car-keys, pressing a worn button with her thumb as her ride came into view.

          “I can give you a ride home, and then…let’s continue this conversation in the morning 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 you get a full night’s rest.” She didn’t want to sound overbearing, but she was truly concerned for Chase- the man had taught her everything back at Interpol after all; he had taken her under his wing when nobody else would.            “…𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘳.” 

Without much protest, Chase sat down on the  passenger seat, giving a sigh of relief. It was clear that he really needed too take some time to relax, there hasn’t been a minute of respite ever since he got back to civilization, mostly due to himself of course, because he really really really wanted Ms. Argent to know he was back and correct, most people would chalk that up to hubris and a damaged ego but.... um... shut up!

“Well, Imamgladtoseeyatoo...” The Frenchman mumbled under his breath as he stared out the car window. Although the man would never admit it, Ms. Argent was probably the only sight that brought him any semblance of joy. Not that Chase doesn’t have other friends, he does... there’s like... that... that guy from Interpol... Leon? Something with  a L... REGARDLESS... despite his many existent friends, Ms. Argent is definitely almost reaching the top 10.

An awkward silence filled up the car, being broken  just by a couple of coughs. The man wished to speak about Carmen Sandiego, but honestly, Ms. Argent wasn’t completely wrong, he could really use some shut-eye before getting into it, and he couldn’t go back to crime-hunting without his cool five o’clock shadow. So... he decided to ask about the second thing in his mind. “So...” He cleared his throat. “You’ve been working for ACME by yourself? Must have been tough...” The man inquired, indirectly wondering if she got assigned with a new partner.

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lafantasmaderojo·:

Carmen faked a cough to cover the chuckle that bubbled its way forth. She couldn’t help it – the conversation was just so bizarre. She had anticipated him to get frustrated with her odd question, but he actually seemed to have taken it unexpectedly seriously.

Aside from his motive for being so obsessed with catching her, if it wasn’t just his own ego wanting to be the one to catch such an elusive thief, she wasn’t sure what he would know that she didn’t. That could give her an entertaining way to get him talking for a bit, though… if she asked something he’d be willing to answer. His motive and anything about A.C.M.E. was unlikely to be answered if asked so directly, she could only assume.

“What’s your favorite place in France? I mean, so many of the popular locations are mostly geared toward tourists now…” she said, deciding on a complete non-sequitur. There were many ways this could go – Chase’s impulsiveness made him quite unpredictable for her at times.

Chase squinted at the woman’s answer, really annoyed at the sudden change of subject. She keeps playing him like a fiddle, constantly making fun of his very serious hunts, and now she’s ridiculing this interrogation despite the fact he actually captured her. Not even after his reat achievement the woman would shed a tinge of respect for her mortal rival. “Stop right there! The last thing I need is some monologue educating ‘bout some useless fact about France history!” He made a talking motion with his hand as if mocking the constant talk about countries’ culture, honestly, he hears enough of that from his partner. “Blah blah did you know that Monaco is the blah of the blah who cares?! I don’t need to hear about that!”

“What I need to hear is your confession!” Chase wouldn’t let her lead him astray again, the man might have a short attentin-span most of the time, especially about  things like history, but he was devoted to his job! For the sake of the world, and for the sake of all the cheese he can eat, he will make the rouge confess. “Admit it! You’ve been working for VILE all this time! And not only that, you’ve brainwashed my partner, Ms. Argent into working for you!” That part was especially important to Chase, if he could hear her confession, then Ms. Argent wouldn’t have to face any jailtime, plus, he could rub on her face that he was right all along. “You used all that useless intellectual talk and that cool hat to charm her into working for you!”

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lafantasmaderojo·:

I know that you know what you know. Carmen bit back a chuckle, wondering how much of this was a bluff.

Much as she didn’t view the man as a threat, she felt her heart rate spike when he took out her only connection to Player. She had known it was likely to be an option and prepared ahead of time. What she hadn’t prepared for were these A.C.M.E. handcuffs that she didn’t know how to get out of. She trusted her team to handle the V.I.L.E. operatives as long as she kept Devineaux in one consistent location, but her position was becoming more vulnerable with each development. Still, it wasn’t like she was entirely incapable of defending herself while handcuffed. It just meant Player couldn’t track her location and she had no way to send out a distress signal if she found herself really in a pinch.

But she trusted her crew. And she should be able to handle herself with Chase… She felt pretty confident in that. Her position was definitely not advantageous at this point, but it was manageable. Holding onto those reminders helped calm her back down.

“Well, I do know the things that I know. Would you like to hear something I don’t know?” She paused for a moment, raising her eyebrow as if to invite him to ask. Mostly, she was testing how much leeway she was likely to get. If she got him too frustrated, she couldn’t know for sure that he wouldn’t just ship her off to the rest of A.C.M.E. That was the one thing she really needed to avoid. So it was a dance – she needed to give him enough information to keep him asking questions, but not so much that she was putting him in more danger.

“I’m sick of your mind games! I know you wouldn`t be able to tell me things that you don’t know, because you don’t know them! Unless...” The man put his hand on the table in front of the woman in red, his eyes glaring at her. He couldn’t let her get into his mind. The Frenchman is  aware of her schemes and clever plans, he had to be thrice as smart as to not get bamboozled by her again.  He had... to think like a thief. “Unless... you’re saying you might not know something that I know.” 

Weird wordplay aside, this could actually prove to be advantageous to the former Interpol agent, if he finds out what she doesn’t know, he might get the upperhand in other areas, who knows, he could end up getting her little earpiece friends as well. Plus, this might give him a chance to boast atg the fact he knows something the oh so clever Femme Rouge don’t, and he can’t pass up the opportunity.

“What is it that you don’t know? And you better not know them!!!” He slammed his hand on the table as he kept glaring at the young woman before him.

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l-argent·:

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥? 𝘈 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘦…? Julia felt ill. 

She was finally starting to shake out of her surprise, shock quickly giving way to exasperation- to frustration- to 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 

So he had finally factored VILE- the mysterious third party- into his thinking, but had somehow gotten it all wrong. 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. The man had a brilliant deductive mind, she couldn’t fault him for that, but his ego- 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘨𝘰 always seemed to obstruct the truth from him. Paired with the fact that he had almost no self-awareness, he was- he was a danger to himself, to the mission…and Chief had given him his job back? 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦? 

           “𝙉𝙊!” The force and volume of her outburst surprised her, but there was no going back now.             “𝘕𝘰, Agent Devineaux, we are 𝘯𝘰𝘵 back in business. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, you are my partner, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, you’ve been reinstated as an ACME operative, and, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, I am happy to see you after all these months, but I 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 work with you when you are like- like 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!” She gestured to, well, all of him.

           “Your hair’s a mess, the bags under your eyes indicate you haven’t been sleeping well, and you ran out of the house 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘷��𝘥!” And she hadn’t even gotten started on everything wrong with his Carmen Sandiego theory. “I am your partner, and I am- I am 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, Devineaux, I am worried above all else for your 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 and 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 well being.” 

His eyebrows raised at the sound of this rather unfamiliar sound: An furious Julia Argent.

Thorough all this time that Chase has worked with Ms. Argent, she`s always been the  collected type, even in her frustation, the lady have never much of raised her voice at him, or anyone before. To see her have such an outburst... it took the man a little while to quite process it to be perfectly honest. So he simply stood in silence for a couple of seconds.

Once the man absorbed those words, he quietly rubbed his hand over the shaved part of his face, feeling the dry skin underneath his fingers, then looking down to his crumpled up clothing, and... for the first time in a long time, Chase felt something he hasn`t felt something rather uncommon for him: Shame. 

Ms. Argent might be kind of a know it all bookworm, and their constant confrontations regarding Carmen Sandiego could be truly aggravating, but in the end, Chase truly viewed her as his partner, and... as sad that may be, kind of a friend. So to hear her being actually scared was well... it didn`t feel great. “I... I suppose I could’ve at least finish shaving...”

“And I probably should’ve worn some shoes too.” He looked down on his feet, wiggling his toes due to the cold asphalt... Dear god, how did the great Interpol Agent Chase Devineaux fell so hard from grace? “je suis désolé, Ms. Argent, I`ll just go tidy myself up and we can talk more about Carmen and... our partnership...”

Chase turned his back to the woman and slowly start to walk away, his body hunched over, clearly ashamed. However, he stopped on his tracks after a few steps, looking back at the woman. “Could you give me a ride home? I have no idea where I am right now.” Chase honestly just used ACME’s tracking device to search for Argent, so the french man barely paid attention to his surroundings.

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lafantasmaderojo·:

She was caught slightly by surprise that he actually knew that much. No wonder V.I.L.E. was after him twice as hard. Still, she needed to buy more time, and she didn’t want to tell him more information that he could use to get himself into even more danger… again.

“An island… that’s not there anymore?“ she repeated, raising her eyebrow as she continued to play dumb. “What happened to it?”

“Oho, very clever, Carmen Sandiego! But I know that you know what you know!” He stated in a failed attempt to sound clever. “You`re going to tell me what happened to the island, and the current location of VILE! Right after you confessed to be working for them!” Chase wasn`t going to underestimate Carmen anymore, not when she humiliated him so... so many times over. 

This woman have been a thorn on his side ever since he first met her, constantly slipping away, mocking him at every turn, making his own partner betray him! No, this time, Chase got the upper-hand, and he`s going to use to prove once and for all that he was right all along, and show Ms. Argent the correct path! 

Chase approached the girl, ready to shout more until he notices a small piece of hardware hidden inside the Femme Rouge`s ear. “What`s this?” Without any warning, the man pulls out the piece of equipment, at a closer look the man is able to discern that it is a earpiece. “Were you trying to call your thieving friends?”

“Nice try Rouge, but the only call you’ll get is the one inside a prison!” He put the earpiecer into his coat. “Now answer the question! You`re working with VILE aren’t you?!”

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lafantasmaderojo·:

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“Don’t you act coy with me Sandiego! I know you work for V.I.L.E! The facade of the good thief is down!”

“I… What?”

He was so far off the mark that she almost wanted to laugh, but she felt a little too sorry for him to do that. “And your proof?”

“Well... there’s this... island in the middle of the sea... that`s not there anymore...  but V.I.L.E used to work there... and you trained there!!!”

“Enough of your mindgames!!! Just confess! I know you`re involved with V.I.L.E!”

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This was a man possessed- or, well, Chase had always been possessed, but Julia had never seen her partner so…𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 before. Insistent, dogged, tunnel-visioned, certainly, but never so close to 𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴. Had he actually discovered VILE’s headquarters and gone without backup, without preparation, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦? 

Not that she had been allowed to check in on him after the incident in Poitiers. Her mouth pulled into a taught line as Devineaux continued to ramble on about…well, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 exactly Julia couldn’t say for certain. He seemed to be speaking himself in circles over this scrap of- 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘱? Or part of one; a section of open ocean with the occasional doting of islands, and he wasn’t pointing to any of those. 

            “…sir…?” 

As Chase continued on his tangent, Julia found herself shrinking back into her default posture; shoulders squared, arms tight against her sides, smaller and smaller. 

            “I…slow down, please! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. I’m not even supposed to be speaking with you- if the Chief were to find out-!” 

The man rolled his eyes at his former partner cautious demeanor, it seems that her constant need to be a stickler for the rules hasn`t changed after all. “The Chief is fine, Ms. Argent! I got reactvated as an ACME agent! Look!” He pulled out a crumpled up ACME card, despite the bad conditions, it was clear that the card was brand new. The man wore a satisfied smile under his badly shaved face, now giving tiny kisses on the crumpled card, putting it away right afterwards. “They have finally figured out that I was right all along and that Carmen Sandiego is a menace to people around the world.”

“They said something about La Femme Rouge crossing the line and that they need MY expertise to catch her.” He pointed at himself as he spoke with a boasting tone and a smug smile. It was only a matter of time really, such a stuffy organization wouldn`t have the right gung-ho skills that it takes to arrest someone as cunning as the red thief, Ms. Argent  might know a lot about books, and facts and have all of that knowledge, but she lacked the one thing he has: His gung-ho attitude and willingness to destroy company property.

“You know what that means Ms. Argent? We’re back in business.” He lifted a fist, brows furrowed, showing how determined he is to his goal. “And we’re better than ever! Because now you believe in me, right?” It would only make sense for his former partner to trust him now, right? If the biggest organization that fights crime is on his side, no doubt that his trusted, if a bit misguised partner, should trust him now.

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                                  【·Ｏｕｔｂｏｘ📤Ａｓｋｓ】

Shocked did not even 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 to describe Julia’s reaction to the bedraggled man who had leapt into her path. A hand instinctively reached for the gas gun at her hip, stopping only when she realized- 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞…!

             “…𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙭?!” She rushed up to her partner, shoving the piece of paper he clutched so desperately in his hand out of the way to better examine his physical state. “What on 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 happened to you?”

“I was stranded on an island with no fuel or Wi-Fi so I ha-BUT NEVERMIND THAT!” The man held a rather manic smile on his face, shoving the piece of paper with nothing on it back to the woman’s face. Oh how happy he was right now, he got his ACME license reinstated with an apology for dismissing him at first, he’s back on chasing Carmen Sandiego once again, and now he’s finally showing his former partner Argent that he was right all along. He got giddy at the prospect of showing her that he was right that once ACME got him reinstated, he didn’t even finish shaving himself. “Voilá!”

“You see this empty map? Well... this whooooole thing right there... there was an island. What kind of island you ask? Nice question, Ms. Argent” He puts his arms behind his back, not even waiting for the woman to chime in. “You see, ever since I’ve been kicked out of your fancy ACME with  the suits and the cars, I’ve been doing some investigating myself! And I found out, with no help-” Dream Argent excluded. “-that the island that’s NOT HERE!” He pointed at the empty map once again. “Was V.I.L.E’s main base! The very same group that trained La Femme Rouge!”

The man turned his body toward Ms. Argent with a twitchy, but proud smile on his face. “Which MEANS! That Carmen Sandiego is ACTUALLY a real femme malfaisante! And I can say with 100% certainty, because of the island that’s not here!” He pointed at the map again. “You see, Ms. Argent! I was correct the entire time! And now we can finally catch Carmen together as a team!”

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How do y'all not get tired of being mad all the time?

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"Friend? Excuse me?"

“There seems to be a misunderstanding regarding our relationship Ms. Adora! Let me clear things up: I am not your friend! I am the man who’ll reveal your evil schemes! And you are the evil Horde spy!” 

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“ they don’t deserve you . ”

“Think I don’t know what? I know that! Do you realize know how much I had to work to even have a chance of capturing you? I gave my blood, sweat and other bodily fluids for that agency! And THIS is how they repay me?” Chase whined, clearly aggravated by the fact he got dismissed from his duties in ACME. A bottle of Johnny Walker in his hand as he stumbled toward the woman in red. Chase somewhat lost the will to hunt her like he used to, why bother? She would just run away, and even if he caught her, there’d be no reward or validation from superiors, he would just be another schmuck practicing illegal vigilantism. 

“You destroy four company cars, and gets kidnapped ONCE, and suddenly you’re ‘a liability to our agency’! And you know what? That’s your fault as well!” Chase yelled, taking another sip out of the bottle and glaring at the woman in red. “I know your game! You were doing all those weird good deeds because you knew this would happen! You wanted me out of the picture, so you tried to make me look like a fool!”

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No, I’m not clever. I’ve always cared more for people than for ideas.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 8 September 1917. (via violentwavesofemotion)

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send me a ‘ ♡ ’ and i’ll talk about what type of relationship i could see our muses having

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FIGHT ME!  //  sentence starters!

a meme request for an anon, based around fighting! feel free to change pronouns & word orders to make them more suitable for RP! contains general triggers of violence!

“  If  you’re  going  to  shoot,  do  it.  ” “  No  one  is  ever  going  to  tell  you  which  hand  they’re  going  to  punch  you  with.  ” “  Rule  1  of  fighting,  kick  them  in  the  balls.  If  they  don’t  have  balls,  RUN.  ” “  Oh  god,  please  no,  don’t  hurt  me,  please!  ” “  How  many  time  do  I  have  to  keep  putting  you  down,  till  you  stay  down?  I’m  getting  tired  of  this  dance.  ” “  I  think  you  broke  my  rib!  ” “  Fuck  me,  you  punch  like  a  baby!  I’ll  let  you  have  a  free  shot.  ” “  Or  what?  You’re  going  to  stab  me?  ” “  You  don’t  have  the  guts  to  kick  me,  let  alone  shoot  me.  ” “  Kicking  a  person  when  they’re  down,  means  they’re  twice  as  unlikely  to  get  back  up.  ” “  Punching  someone  in  the  face  ins’t  a  very  nice  way  of  saying  hello.  ” “  Let  me  introduce  you:  my  boot,  you’re  teeth.  ” “  What  kind  of  person  would  I  be  if  I  didn’t  beat  you  to  a  pulp?  ” “  They’re  not  even  worth  spitting  on—  leave  them  alone.  ” “  Be  kind  and  call  him  an  ambulance,  he’s  going  to  need  it.  ” “  Next  time,  you  little  bitch,  be  careful  who  you  try  and  step  on,  the  next  woman  might  not  be  as  forgiving  as  she  is.  ” “  My  husbands  going  to  kill  me,  I  got  blood  stains  on  my  new  shirt.  ” “  You  how  you  said  to  ‘make  up’   with  him?  Well  he  made  up  with  my  fist.  ” “  You  better  bounce  before  the  cops  arrive.  ” “  Say  that  again.  Go  on,  nothing  will  happen  to  you,  honest.  ” “  Swear  on  my  Grandma’s  grave  that  you  will  not  get  away  with  this.  ” “  A  broken  nose  isn’t  gonna  stop  me  from  beating  you  ‘til  Sunday.  ” “  Take  that  chip  off  your  shoulder  unless  you  wanna  go  a  few  rounds  with  my  fists.  ” “  Swinging  wildly  is  how  you  end  up  like  this:  face  down  in  a  puddle,  eating  shit,  with  my  foot  on  your  neck.  ” “  Step  up  then,  I’ll  teach  you  some  proper  manners,  you  little  shit.  ”

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Just created a Verse page

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The Lonely

“ leave me alone . ” “ please don’t leave me too ! ” “ i’ve lost everything . ” “ but i still have you… right ?” “ there’s nothing here for me now . ” “ please be the reason i stay . ” “ i’m so sorry i screwed all this up . ” “ i’m not going to apologise . ” “ i deserve this . ” “ what did i ever do to deserve this ? ” “ i’m scared . i’m scared of being alone . ” “ you left me behind . ” “ i don’t need you ! i don’t need anyone ! ” “ the worst feeling in the world is everyone glaring at your back , and you’re sat there knowing you can never fix that . ” “ i did what i had to do . ” “ the feeling’s mutual . ” “ and now you’re going to judge me for it . ” “ if you’re my friend , you’ll give me some space ! ” “ friend ? excuse me ? ” “ go on ! leave me behind like everyone else ! that’s easier , right?!”

The Onlooker

“ i’m not leaving you . ” “ bye . ” “ you still have me . ” “ you lost me a long time ago . ” “ i’m here for you . ” “ i want to be the reason you leave . ” “ i forgive you . ” “ i don’t want your apologies . ” “ none of this is your fault . ” “ you’ve done a million things to deserve this . ” “ everyone can get scared in the dark - that’s why you turn on a light . ” “ no , you don’t understand ! ” “ please think about this . ” “ you can still fix this . ” “ i can’t believe you did this . ” “ i’m so disappointed in you . ” “ i’m not like everyone else . ” “ you’re my friend - you’re not making me move for anything . ” “ i couldn’t care less what happens to you now . ” “ leaving you behind is the last thing i’d want to do ! i’m here for you through thick and thin , and you can’t change that ! ”

The Malcontent

“ no, i think i’ll stay . this look rather suits you . ” “ they’re just going to leave you like everyone else . ” “ my, what a mess you’ve made . ” “ not all is lost . i’m still here , ‘friend’ . ” “ you should just leave .  no one wants you . ” “ what reason do you have to stick around ? ” “ how tragic that a simple apology isn’t going to fix anything . ” “ you’re right not to apologise . it’s THEM in the wrong , not you . ” “ if you ask my honest opinion, you had this coming . ” “ sometimes the world is cruel and merciless - innocents suffer for no particular reason, and this time round, you are one of them . but why should you be the only one that suffers ? ” “ come with me . i can help you . ” “ they left you for dead . how can you forgive that ? ” “ you’re right , you know . you don’t need any of them . ” “ what if i told you that you could fix this mistake ? ” “ you did it for the greater good . i mean , that’s what all heroes say , right ? ” “ how you’ve fallen . ” “ fools . they couldn’t understand your good intentions so they threw you into the furnace for it . ” “ they don’t deserve you . ” “ they’d leave you given the chance - but they can’t … if you leave them first . ” “ their loyalty is waning . ”

[chasserlerouge]

@princessofpxwxr​ from X

“Non Ms. Adora! I am not okay! You wish to know WHY am I not okay?” 

The man inquired with a strong foreign accent and clear hint annoyance in his voice. The male had rigid features, quite different from how soft and jovial the entire Kingdom of princesses is.

“I’ve been working as an undercover spy for the Kingdom for over 10 years, infiltrated among the ranks of the Horde, only to come back to find out some enfant from said Horde is now considered a classical hero due to some... historian nonsense about a valkyrie who has long passed away! THIS is why I am not okay Ms. Adora!”

Chase kept his gaze fixated upon the lady, as if watching her every move, you could see by his tired expression and sloppily made beard that the time he spent at the Horde was far from pleasant.

“You might have had everyone fooled with your big sword and garish tiara! But I’ve seen the atrocities the Horde committed! The many innocents who suffered at their hands! The lost homes! The lack of monetary compensation for overtime!” His tone got more and more angry with each example.  “I can say with the utmost confidence that no good comes from the Horde!”

“I got my eye on you, Ms. Adora!”