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"Wow. I'm not that bad, you've hardly even gotten to know me yet. Like I said, you'll learn to love it."

He was so assured of himself and his little scam he'd ran in the 80's, but she just couldn't take it seriously at all. "Mm, sounds more like lurking to me. But whatever you say, Mr. Salvatore." She gave him a teasing grin, raising her brows towards him. "Or should I call you Mike now?"

She hadn't expected it to get deep so fast, but she could understand the thought behind it. For her, being human just wasn't something that could ever be in the cards for her anymore, even if by some chance there were some miracle cure or something.

But the idea of the little things? Birthdays, growing old? She could understand the want. Somewhere inside of her, she's sure that in the past she might've wanted to be human again, but not now, not after a hundred years of vampirism.

"I—I can understand that. It's not something I can see myself wanting anymore, but.."

"I do miss birthdays. The cake, the celebration, the idea that you've made it another year? God, I haven't had a birthday party in... Well—it's been years."

She took another long drink of her water, nodding along with him. "I'm a big fan of this idea, especially if it gets us free and clear of this depressing cloud we've created."

Damon watched her with a lopsided grin as she shot him a finger gun like she was some candy-fueled cowboy, her laughter lighting up the room in a way that made everything else feel… lighter.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter, swirling the bourbon in his glass. “Varied personality, huh?” he echoed, raising his brows at her. “That’s a nice way to say you’re unpredictable and mildly dangerous when unsupervised. But sure, I’ll learn to love it.”

Her teasing about his scam life made him smirk wider, his eyes narrowing in mock offense. “First of all, I was very convincing as Mike.”He said, deadpan. “Second, I’ll have you know I never lurked. I strolled. Smoothly. With purpose.” He took a slow sip, then added under his breath with a smirk. “It was the ‘80s. Everyone was doing something shady in the ‘80s.”

But then she answered his question, and just like that, the air shifted—her laughter settling into something quieter, more grounded. Damon’s smile faded into something softer as he listened. Really listened. Her words didn’t surprise him, a lot of other vampires had said the same thing. 

“Yeah.” He gave his answer quietly. “I would.”

“I miss the little things.” He went on. “ Waking up without blood on my mind. Looking in the mirror and not seeing the weight of decades staring back. Simply aging and looking forward to birthdays.” 

Damon let the silence stretch for a second longer before he caught the way it started to settle too heavy between them—too honest, too vulnerable. And yeah, he'd let her see a side of him no one else had, but that didn’t mean he wanted the whole day swallowed up by existential dread. “Well,” He said, “that got depressingly honest, didn’t it?”

He took another sip of his drink, then set it down and pushed away from the counter, cracking his neck like he was shaking off the emotional weight. “How about we put the soul-searching Q&A on pause before one of us ends up crying into a bourbon bottle? And instead… we break into my brother’s room and see what tragic emo poetry he’s got stashed under the floorboards?”

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She was halfway through packing when she heard him rushing you behind her, shouting all the while. She was trying to tune him out, pretend like he wasn't even there but God, his voice sounded so much like his and she just wanted to crumble. 

“You know everything about me then? All about my feelings? I didn't realize you were so connected to your emotions.”

Continuing her rushed packing job, she tuned him out for the most part, the snarky comments that she didn't really know him, that he was just some fantasy she'd made up from one meeting in Chicago all those years ago. 

None of it was true, but what was the point in arguing? He'd made his choice and he was sure intent on letting her know. 

The next words out of his mouth had her frozen in place, a ringing in her ears. ‘Katherine’, he'd compared her to the other woman, something he'd only done once before and it had been to quote their differences in a positive light, not like this. 

“How dare you?” 

Deep down, she wanted to believe he didn't mean it. That he was just trying to get her to snap, leave even faster but now she'd gone past upset and straight into rage. 

Spinning around, she rushed towards him, her hand flying through the air at a supernatural speed and colliding full force with his cheek. 

“That's a low fucking blow. Even for you, Damon. Do you know who you sound like?”

Her head cocked to the side, a calculating look on her face before she spoke again. “You sound just like him. Words, tone of voice, everything.”

"So now I'm too much for you?" A brief look of hurt crossed her face but she covered it up fast with a sneer. She didn't move, barely breathed, just stood there, taking it all. For once, she wasn't going to turn tail and hide, she was going to stand her ground—even if she'd rather the ground swallow her up instead.

Her head cocked to the side, an edge to her voice when she spoke again. "Poor, poor Damon. His life is so hard, god forbid he let anyone in and actually feel something for once. No, he'd rather suffer in silence. Push anyone away who cares. He's a big strong man, why would he need emotions?"

Annie didn't like to fight, especially not with Damon. But for one of the first times in her life, she refused to give up. Whether he liked it or not.

"You want me to leave? You've just decided you've had enough of me? Throw me out like I'm yesterday's garbage, huh?"

God, she wanted to push him. Shove him against the wall and make him listen, but what would be the point? It wouldn't fix anything. Wouldn't solve any of the issues they'd been circling around for ages that were finally coming to a head. "That how you treat all your ladies?"

Damon's next words were a shot straight to her heart, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't stupid, he knew how to hit her where it hurt and god did it hurt. She didn't want to believe it, but for a moment—she faltered—sucking in a breath and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Oh."

Tears immediately rose unbidden to her eyes, but before he had a chance to turn and see them, she'd wiped them away and concealed her feelings behind a wall of nothing, just blankness across her face.

"Fine then, I'll leave. If that's what you actually want. Even get out of town, clean break. Easy, right? Considering you hate me."

Before she could rethink it, she rushed upstairs to their shared room, grabbing the journal filled with the letters from him, speeding back downstairs and throwing it right towards his face. "And you can take these. Toss them, burn 'em, do whatever you like. Not like I need the reminder."

She stood across the room, watching him for a moment before shaking her head. She'd given in, just as expected. That one phrase had taken most of the fight out of her and she just wanted out, no matter how much she loved him. Even with all of that.

"Even if—Even if you really hate me.. Somehow, I still love you. Isn't that stupid? But I'm a big girl, I'll be fine. Don't worry, once I'm all packed up and gone, you'll never have to see me again."

And with that, she was gone back up to the bedroom, speeding around and trying to gather up her things before he had a chance to respond.

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"So now I'm too much for you?" A brief look of hurt crossed her face but she covered it up fast with a sneer. She didn't move, barely breathed, just stood there, taking it all. For once, she wasn't going to turn tail and hide, she was going to stand her ground—even if she'd rather the ground swallow her up instead.

Her head cocked to the side, an edge to her voice when she spoke again. "Poor, poor Damon. His life is so hard, god forbid he let anyone in and actually feel something for once. No, he'd rather suffer in silence. Push anyone away who cares. He's a big strong man, why would he need emotions?"

Annie didn't like to fight, especially not with Damon. But for one of the first times in her life, she refused to give up. Whether he liked it or not.

"You want me to leave? You've just decided you've had enough of me? Throw me out like I'm yesterday's garbage, huh?"

God, she wanted to push him. Shove him against the wall and make him listen, but what would be the point? It wouldn't fix anything. Wouldn't solve any of the issues they'd been circling around for ages that were finally coming to a head. "That how you treat all your ladies?"

Damon's next words were a shot straight to her heart, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't stupid, he knew how to hit her where it hurt and god did it hurt. She didn't want to believe it, but for a moment—she faltered—sucking in a breath and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Oh."

Tears immediately rose unbidden to her eyes, but before he had a chance to turn and see them, she'd wiped them away and concealed her feelings behind a wall of nothing, just blankness across her face.

"Fine then, I'll leave. If that's what you actually want. Even get out of town, clean break. Easy, right? Considering you hate me."

Before she could rethink it, she rushed upstairs to their shared room, grabbing the journal filled with the letters from him, speeding back downstairs and throwing it right towards his face. "And you can take these. Toss them, burn 'em, do whatever you like. Not like I need the reminder."

She stood across the room, watching him for a moment before shaking her head. She'd given in, just as expected. That one phrase had taken most of the fight out of her and she just wanted out, no matter how much she loved him. Even with all of that.

"Even if—Even if you really hate me.. Somehow, I still love you. Isn't that stupid? But I'm a big girl, I'll be fine. Don't worry, once I'm all packed up and gone, you'll never have to see me again."

And with that, she was gone back up to the bedroom, speeding around and trying to gather up her things before he had a chance to respond.

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Damon didn’t flinch when she got in his face. His jaw was tight, the muscle ticking as he stared at her—really stared at her—like he was trying to find something to blame her for and couldn’t. That only pissed him off more.

“Oh, you wanna know what my issue is?” His voice snapped out, loud and sharp. “You. You’re always there. Every second. Watching. Waiting. Asking.” His hand flung out to the side, vague and angry. “You say you want honesty, right? Well here it is—I can’t fucking breathe.”

It was a lie. A damn transparent one, and it sat bitter on his tongue the second it left his mouth. But he kept going, like the words could build a wall big enough to keep her out. “You’re in my space, in my head, always asking what’s wrong, always trying to fix it. Maybe I don’t want it fixed. Maybe I want something for myself that isn’t wrapped up in you.”

His tone faltered, just for a breath, but he covered it with a cold scoff as he turned away from her like the sight of her made it worse. Like seeing the way her arms were crossed and how hard she was trying not to show it hurt was going to ruin him if he looked too long.

 Everyone Damon had ever let in had walked away from him eventually, once they saw him for what he really was. Not the charm, not the wit, not the half-hearted attempts at goodness—but the mess underneath. The broken, rotting truth of him.

So why the hell would Annie be any different?

She’d go. Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow—but one day she’d realize she deserved more. Something steadier. Cleaner. Something that didn’t come with a bloodstained past and a man who didn't know how to stop fucking everything up. And when that day came, it’d ruin him.

But if he ended it now—if he made her walk away first—then maybe he could brace for the loss. Maybe he could survive it.

“You wanna hear it? Fine. I don’t love you like you think I do. Maybe I never did.”

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"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"Oh, I will, will I?" Annie narrowed her eyes at Damon, hands resting against her hips as she watched him from across the room. "What exactly are you going to do, huh?"

"You—You what? You're gonna yell at me? Push me? Go ahead, I dare you."

He'd been an ass all day, and she'd been trying to weed out why. It wasn't like they got into fights often, and she didn't think she'd done anything, but he wouldn't speak up about whatever was going on with him. They'd talked about this little communication problem before, and he'd said that he would at least try and be better, but nothing about this seemed better. If anything, it was worse than it'd been before.

"So—what? What exactly is your issue? You can't keep shutting me out like this. It doesn't fix anything, doesn't make it better for either of us."

She crossed her arms, a frown marring her face as she took a couple steps towards him, getting all up in his space. "So? Come on, do your worst. Have at it. I mean, I'm right here. You told me I'd regret it, so prove it."

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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It'd been a long day for the both of them, Annie had been dragging Damon around everywhere. Different shops, little cafes, the occasional stop to grab a bite, and finally they were home.

They'd gone upstairs—Damon collapsing on the bed while she went to go take a nice, warm shower. She'd thought about asking him to join her, but he'd looked so comfortable laying there, dozing off, that she hadn't wanted to bother him.

She'd just gotten dressed in her pyjamas, hair still damp around her shoulders when she saw Damon, still on the bed but now completely asleep. A soft look fell across her face as she looked at him, taking a few steps towards the bed.

It wasn't often that she saw him so relaxed, and rarely did she ever catch him asleep. She was usually asleep before him, and even when he was awake, somehow there was always this tenseness to him, something that softened when she was around but still always seemed to be a part of him.

Leaning over him, she picked up a stray blanket and started to pull it up over him, but she'd barely gotten it up over his chest when she felt his hand touching hers, fingers grasping to get ahold of her.

Her fingers curled around his, a gentle squeeze as she carefully manuevered herself to crawl onto the bed next to him. "I wouldn't dare, ok?"

She hovered over him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, and I never will. I'm right here. I'll always be right here with you."

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ONE TREE HILL ( 2003 - 2012 ) ↳ season 2 episode 16

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❝ You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, ❞

"Every dream?" Annie gave Damon a teasing smile, taking a few steps closer to him to wrap her arms around him lightly. "So you're like.. a prophet or somethin'?"

She leaned forward, resting her chin against his chest and peering up at him through lidded eyes. "I tease, I tease. You know it's the same for me. You're everything to me."

Annie had always dreamed of a love like this. One that would last forever, with someone who loved her for who she was. Even with the trauma of her past, and the fear she had of telling anyone about it.

Even with Damon, sometimes she was worried about telling him too much, but she knew he would never judge her for something out of her control.

"I love you. I know it's hard for you to say it back sometimes, but you really are the love of my life. Forever and ever."

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ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT!) TELL THE MUN HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THEIR ORIGINAL CHARACTER! what stands out? what would you like to know more about? ask away!

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"Go back to sleep. I promise I will still be here when you wake."

MAYHAPSE- Annie had a panic attack and went to katherine to calm down and fell asleep.

Annie curled up next to Katherine, her body tucked up as close as she could get to the other woman. There were tear tracks still clear on her face, and soft sniffles could be heard anytime she tried to speak.

She took hold of one of Katherine's hands, pulling it close to her chest and just holding it there, staring blankly down at it as she spoke up in a soft whisper. "Pinky promise?"

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"You make me feel safe."

Annie carefully wraps her arms around Katherine, tucking her chin down against her shoulder. "And I'm never going to do anything to make you feel otherwise. You got that?"

She gives the other woman a soft squeeze, holding her delicately as though she were bound to break into tiny pieces if she let go. "I want you to know that you can always feel safe with me. You're my best friend, and that's never going to change. No matter what happens."

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"If you're sad, put on more lipstick and attack."  flappervcmp {indie selective canon divergent TVD OC} penned by Kylee - est. 2019/revamped 2024 psd by: @weirdestwitch promo by: me!

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌

A collection of prompts centered around love & desire, taken from various sources. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed. Some prompts are highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

─── 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞

❝ Could you stay with me? Just for a little while longer? ❞

❝ If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. ❞

❝ I can feel your heart beating in your chest. ❞

❝ Just a kiss. That’s all I ask. ❞

❝ I will always be yours. ❞

❝ You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, ❞

❝ You make me feel safe. ❞

❝ You’ll always have a place here. ❞

❝ I’ve never felt like this before. ❞

❝ I’m afraid of what I feel. But . . . I think just that means it’s something worth feeling. ❞

❝ I have loved you from the moment I first heard my name fall from your lips. ❞

❝ Go back to sleep. I promise I will still be here when you wake. ❞

❝ Nothing and no one can hurt you. Not while I’m here. ❞

❝ I don’t want you in my life. You are my life. ❞

❝ I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste another moment I could spend with you. ❞

❝ I want you, just as you are. ❞

❝ You love me. Real, or not real? ❞

❝ I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. ❞

❝ You are, and always have been, my dream. ❞

─── 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝ I’ve always wanted you. Only you. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ Don’t you understand? I would do anything for you. ❞

❝ You are my undoing. I cannot tell if you will be my ruin or my salvation, and I’m no longer sure if I care which it will be. ❞

❝ When I look at you, I see something divine. Something holy. ❞

❝ It’s you I want to worship. I will make supplication to your lips and offer my prayers at the altar between your knees. ❞

❝ I was a monster and you made me a man. ❞

❝ For your sake, I am debased. For you alone, I am weak. ❞

❝ I would lay the whole earth at your feet if you asked it of me. The sun, the moon, and all the stars, I would make them yours. ❞

❝ What I feel for you is not gentle, nor meek. It is not beautiful. It wretched, it is dark and depraved with desire. And it is consuming me whole. ❞

❝ Break my heart if you wish, but the pieces will still be yours. ❞

❝ Tell me you do not feel it, and I will name you a liar. ❞

❝ You are far too good for unworthy hands like mine ❞

❝ To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ❞

❝ I fear if I let you touch me, I will fall apart. ❞

❝ There are certain things we must not want, yet I find myself wanting them nonetheless. ❞

❝ I need you. I need to have you. I need to make you mine. ❞

❝ You ruined me in my heart long before you ever touched my skin. ❞

❝ Must I beg? Must I fall to my knees and plead for the mercy of your touch? ❞

❝ I want it to be my name that you call in the dead of night, my name that rests upon your tongue when your body shivers. Mine alone. ❞

─── 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

❝ I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. ❞

❝ You deserve better than that. ❞

❝ I lie awake at night in restless agony, wishing you were there beside me. ❞

❝ Do you not know how you haunt me? ❞

❝ In my dreams, I am yours. ❞

❝ I am to wed someone else. ❞

❝ Does he make you feel like this? ❞

❝ We both know who you’re truly thinking of when you’re with him. ❞

❝ You taste sweeter than she ever could. ❞

❝ She’s not the one I want. ❞

❝ Just because I know I can’t have you, it doesn't change what I feel for you. ❞

❝ He’s not good for you. ❞

❝ Every time I see you with him it kills me a little more inside. ❞

❝ Let me go. The more we hold on to this, the more it will hurt us both. ❞

❝ This is not allowed of us. We mustn’t – ❞

❝ Put aside your pride and admit that you want me. ❞

❝ Will I only ever be worthy of stolen moments in the shadows? ❞

❝ If he puts his hands on you again, I’ll cut them off. ❞

❝ When I’m with her, I pretend that it’s you. ❞

❝ Does he know? ❞

─── 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬

❝ Say you love me, and I know it will all be okay. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I have waited for this? For the day I could hold you in my arms and call you mine? ❞

❝ I fought for this. For you. ❞

❝ I never stopped loving you. I was only afraid of what you were becoming. ❞

❝ Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream. ❞

❝ To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞

❝ When I desire you a part of me is gone. ❞

❝ Desire doubled is love, and love doubled is madness. ❞

❝ I suppose you do love me, in your way. ❞

❝ Love does not make me gentle or kind. ❞

❝ I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. ❞

❝ There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. ❞

❝ The gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞

❝ I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞

❝ I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you. Don’t tell me to leave. ❞

❝ Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞

❝ You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die. But first, we'll live. ❞

❝ My sword is yours. My life is yours. My heart is yours. ❞

❝ We all dream of things we cannot have. ❞

❝ Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❞