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               〈   ⚜   〉     i wasn't spreading misfortune to others.   i was misfortune itself.   yes  ..  i was a fool to think i could actually dream.   to hell with wanting to be a normal girl.  it was absurd from the beginning.  i was never a normal girl to begin with   ..   so  please  ..  leave  me  alone.       remade headcanon based & canon divergent blog for   CERES ,  the maiden of death  of   VIRCHE EVERMORE   heavily crossover & original character friendly  (  knowledge of virche is  NOT  necessary  )  CONSIDER  REBLOGGING TO HELP A GIRL IN A NICHE SERIES OUT ?

 disclaimer : virche contains dark & heavy subject matter.   original blog found at @incarnaet.   you can find rules & other info there until i finish moving everything over. 

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im thinking I might remake this blog .. had it for several months buuut id like to try and start with a like .. clean blog bc this one feels horribly disorganized ...

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        ―    whether  you  want  it  or  not,  in  you  sleeps  a  woman  of  war    …    LUMINGLOSS﹐   independent  &  highly selective   ROVER   of   WUTHERING WAVES.       penned by regan  ;  she / her,  30+

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      ✸  ˚ 《    ONE   WITH   THE   SOUND.   》   independent  &  highly selective  ROVER  of kuro's   WUTHERING WAVES.   headcanon based.    currently caught up to story &  not spoiler free.    crossover & original character friendly.   penned by regan,  she / her  &  32.

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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles (about December 1858)

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i forgot about this scene but LKSJDF RAAAAGH. ): ' even if the world doesn't forgive you. i will. ' SCIENNNNN.

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         the desire to apologize was like a reflex, but she was quick to swallow it down  –  she didn't need to apologize for anything when she hadn't actually done anything wrong.  it was a bad habit that she was finally getting over.  instead, the blonde exhales and nods her head.  ❝ yes, i know. ❞  she looks down at the flowers in her hand.  they never would apologize for basking in the sunlight even when they had been cursed.  she should do the same.  ❝ ankou  ..  i don't  ..  want you to do that. ❞  he had shouldered enough, she'd like to think.  there was no doubt he could shoulder much and more  –  but she wouldn't want someone who had already done so much to shoulder any more.  he deserved to feel peace, if not happiness.

         ❝ the reminder, and listening to me is more than enough. ❞   as brief as she had known him, she was grateful for his patience.  that was enough after he had saved her.  slowly the dirt below her feet turned into familiar path as she walked  ..  many times she had wandered back and forth just to visit the flowers, and other than the color of them, they still greeted her with the same kindness.  it was always a nice thought that even while things were changing upon the island, the flowers would always feel so kind.

        ❝ um  ..  but, staying here is something i've been considering even while i was travelling. ❞  it was difficult to simply let go of what she knew as her home.  not simply born of guilt, but because a part of her did miss the faces of the children, and the familiar sight of the sea.  if she was gone for too long, she feared that upon her return.  ❝ if the orphanage will have me, i'd like to help take care of the children.  if not, well  ..  maybe i can work at the marche, or see if scien might need any help .. ❞  there were plenty of opportunities, she'd like to think.  ridding this land of the curse and her own misfortune, it was like starting a whole new life.  ❝ i want to create better memories  –  to hopefully outweigh the painful ones  ..  and so you don't feel the need to worry about ever shouldering anything  for  me. ❞

it is in silence that he watches her pluck the lycoris.ㅤit is poetic, really, the girl's very existence before him.ㅤonce death, now nothing more than a normal girlㅤ-ㅤher wish granted but at the cost of loved ones, strangerㅤ&ㅤfamily alike. a poem of tragedyㅤ&ㅤfreedom. there could be shackles that remain upon those slender wrists of hersㅤ:ㅤguilt. for who would eternally mourn those that have passed on so gently than she?ㅤher gentle desire comes forth, one she would most certainly call selfish where ankou would only see it as a girl needing company.

" . . . . " he remains silent as she continues to speak, ankou hopes that one day, this guilt would be free from those shoulders. they continue to weigh heavily. " you cannot allow yourself to grow intimate with this guilt, ceres. " a simple statement, easier said than done, he knew. " for the ones that love you, and have loved you would want happiness. your happiness, but it is for you to find. they merely bless the steps you take. " bringing the book of poems priorly gifted, he hides his mouth most childishly as he continues to speak.

" it is charming to see you think so thoughtfully of others. " ankou finally admits, " but you are simply human, my dear. a normal girl now. you are allowed to embrace your human nature and be selfish. "

" seeing the world is a grand venture. being brave enough to explore itㅤ;ㅤhowever, is life changing. experiences that you can one day pass on to the children who have grown alongside you. " ankou knows a heart gentle as hers would still believe that she is nothing more than selfish for wanting this happiness after everything. but she is wrong, " you no longer have to bear the burden of your past. allow your shoulders to rest, if you need another to carry that weight . . . . then i shall carry it for you. if it means you can selfishly smile every day. " for ankou was rooted within her terrible past, would it not be his burdens to carry as well?

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cant wait to be married and to come home after a long day and curl up next to my favorite person in the whole world and fall asleep

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                              he’s broken, but you love him anyway                               not  because   you   want   to  fix  him,                               but  because,  he’s the only one  who                               knows you’re just  as broken as  him.

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               THE SHAKE OF THE HEAD    you realize it with an " oh, jeez ", and a quiet shake of your head.   you're a different type of  " i've always known ".   you're the sort to acknowledge it and believe you're unworthy.   you think they deserve better, you think they ought to find someone better, even if their version of the best is reflected in the mirror every time you dress up to go out with them.   you think you're not fit for them, not their better half, but they can't bring themselves to tell you that they don't want a 'better' half, they want YOU.   but until they can bring that up to you, you'll wait.   an eternity by their side shouldn't be so bad.

what    type   of   ' oh '   are   you ?

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              blood.  the iron scent is all too familiar to ceres, much like the rotting sight of death.  something was wrong.  she could feel it, somehow, and worries that someone could be in trouble.  following her gut, she had rounded corner, heels of her shoes quietly tapping upon the ground until she finally found the source of what had caught her curiosity.  body, slumped over  ..  whether it was their blood that she was seeing, or another's –  she's not quite certain.  she stands frozen, grey eyes wide and throat dry.  she wants to say something, but words remain trapped.  in truth, ceres even fears stepping too close, but she can't budge from her own spot to even move backwards, or search for help  ..  well, until her body does decide to move.  each step is careful, cautious as she approaches against her better judgment.  click  ..  click  ..  click  ..  she can see movement in the body : clear signs of life, but she doesn't know how grievous the wounds might be. 

          it's difficult to discern much from the dark shadows of the surroundings.     ❝ um .. ❞     ceres finally finds her voice long enough to actually speak.  she casts her gaze around, searching for any immediate danger before crouching and tilting her head to try and get a glimpse of their face.     ❝ h- hello .. ? ❞     courage has clearly escaped her grasp, and she keeps a bit of distance between herself and the body, her heart racing as she tries to form coherent thoughts.  if not for the obvious signs of blood  (  plenty of it, in fact.  )  she might have been able to react with less hesitation.

– @strdstd.

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          while i'm typing some other ic stuff, i'm once again bringing up the headcanon i've had for ceres that  ..  she just naturally has a subtle floral scent to her due to her having the genes of the lycoris.  her blood, however, is much stronger in scent : almost nauseatingly so in how sweet it is, depending on how bad the toxins are within her.  however, this is one of the only few noticeable characteristics of the lycoris that she has  (  although depending on the verse : she either does not know why this is, or in other verses she will know, but will refuse to admit / answer about it  –  mainly for her own protection.  )

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            grey eyes assess, then rest to the flowers before them, whites with the occasional splash of red between and untainted by the toxins from the soil.  they appeared carefree, and in a sense–  as if they were offering encouragement.  ceres wishes not to be selfish, as she knows he's not meant to be on the surface for long  ..  but having returned after her time away, she can't help but to feel a little nervous with ankou's company a familiar comfort.  even if arpechele had changed, he had not.

            ❝ i would be happy if you came with me. ❞    with that, she knelt down to the ground momentarily to grab a few of the flowers and gather them into her hands, no signs of death following them.  she reaches a hand out to gently touch those in the bouquet, before standing to her short height once again.  if she was going to visit salome and dahut's grave, she wanted to bring something with.  after being gone so long, it would almost seem a little cruel to not bring something as a gift to the woman who had raised her and been the closest to family that she ever had.

          ❝ i wanted to visit the orphanage  ..  mother and dahut's graves as well. ❞   gloomy is a word that many had used to describe ceres, but slowly  –  ever so slowly, she was beginning to show some happiness between the cracks.    ❝ i was thinking on my way back to arpeche.  um  ..  i don't know if i'm going to continue traveling, or if i'll stay. ❞    while it was a decision that only she could make on her own, she wanted to hear what he might have to say.  wanted to hear his thoughts on the matter.    ❝ i sometimes feel selfish .. going out and exploring.  i can't deny that it makes me happy to see so much of the world, but some part of me misses the orphanage.  no, not just that .. my friends, most of all–  and the children. ❞    few as there were, they all equally were important to her.  the children, however–  she wanted to protect them.  just as she had been protected and sheltered during a time when no one else would take her in.

she is so incredibly strong.ㅤankou seems to have forgotten that about her.ㅤeven when there is melancholy laced betwixt lonesome words, she still has the will to be considerate of the position others were in. he had no clue what truly drove this compassion in her,ㅤ&ㅤfor that, nothing but respectㅤ&ㅤadmiration flows from ankou. " it is true that your roots have cultivated the woman you've become, but remember, my dear . . . . that you do not owe your old world the understanding they did not show you. "

despite those words, his eyes squint pleasantly.ㅤcertainly hiding away a smile of his own.ㅤ" but it is a pleasure to know that despite your past woes, your heart remains true to your character. " compassionate, understanding, gentle, kind. all of these things have shaped ceres into the woman she is now.

when the conversation directs itself to himㅤ;ㅤ however , the watchman is unsure how to respond. " if it is my presence you hope to partake of, i shall remain for as long as you require, my dear ceres. " if she required company should she visit her mother then he would offer it, if she simply required a companion to jouney with her as she revisited old memories.ㅤthen she shall have it.

but the book that is offered up to him silences words of offer unable to be spoken.ㅤpoetry . . . . it was not something he often indulged in, for the words of poetry often evoked an emotion now foreign to him.ㅤbut a gift denied is a kindness abandoned.ㅤhesitant hands unveil themselves from long sleeves, where digits trace the spine of worn readings, ankou takes it with caution. " while i do not partake in the consumption of poetry . . . i shall accept your thoughtful gift, ceres. especially since it is one that reminded you of me. thank you. "

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         anyway, my sobbing about vir.che and c.eres and everyone aside.  consider this a starter call.  multis specify a muse or two.

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i mean this with all the love in the world, but y'all seriously need to start engaging with the people on your dashboard.

i'm calling out everyone here, even myself. it's a widespread attitude in the rpc that's contributing majorly to this place growing more and more inactive.

"teehee i'm a forgetful rper, keep sending me things while i reply to nothing ever" doesn't cut it.

yes, you're forgetful and tired and busy and dealing with health issues. i get that. but you're not the only one dealing with those things. your mutuals are busy and tired and dealing with health conditions too.

it's unreasonable to expect everyone else to keep reaching out to you when you don't reciprocate.

check your dms every now and then, try to contribute to conversations about plotting, send memes and reply to the memes that people send to you.

stop sitting and waiting passively for everyone to reach out first and realize everyone else is doing the same thing.

it's frustrating and exhausting (and frankly disrespectful) to the handful of people in the rpc that do actively try to reach out to others and engage.

and i could go on a tangent on how people writing certain type of muses can get away with doing this because they have people flocking to them wanting to rp (and let's be real, ship) with their muse while people writing other kind of muses have to put 1000% times more work just to get people to reply to their dms. but i'm going to leave it at that.

just take a moment to reflect on this and try to do better.

we all need to do better.

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         anyway, my sobbing about vir.che and c.eres and everyone aside.  consider this a starter call.  multis specify a muse or two.

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* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,

"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."

"i can't even trust myself anymore."

"anything to eat around here?"

"i hope to repay your kindness someday."

"you're a terrible flirt you know."

"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"how did you find me?"

"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."

"i take orders from your father, not you."

"you're not a very convincing liar."

"i thought i'd never see you again."

"why can't i come with you?"

"it was my fault. it was all my fault."

"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."

"this is the part where you apologize."

"is being drunk an excuse?"

"let me out of here! let me go!"

"aren't we in a good mood today?"

"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"there's nothing left for me here."

"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."

"i've been waiting for you for a long time."

"what happened? i heard a crash."

"was it you? did you do all this?"

"don't come any closer!"

"looking for something?"

"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"

"i thought you'd like this."

"you came back!"

"i like seeing you smile."

"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."

"it's better to expect disappointment."

"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."

"no way, i'm not doing that."

"it's you! you came for me."

"could you be happy here with me?"

"let me buy you another drink."

"why should i trust you?"

"he's only mostly dead."

"knowledge is power."

"i screwed up. i know."

"we're going to have to stay here tonight."

"help me choose something to wear?"

"i do care."

"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."

"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"

"you scared me."

"just try to hang on."

"i risked my life for you!"

"two years later and you haven't changed."

"we're not so different after all."

"i need you to trust me."

"why are you being so stubborn?"

"you don't scare me."

"i'm scared of what you're becoming."

"you look like you just saw a ghost."

"that's quite a scratch you've got there."

"i've always hated it."

"this is the part where you leave."

"don't treat me like a child."

"you were talking in your sleep."

"what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"wait. i've heard that sound before."

"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"

"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."

"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."

"it's nothing personal."

"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"i'll still be here when you wake up."

"don't you fucking dare!"

"you're lucky you're cute."

"it's too dark, i can't see anything."

"i swear it wasn't me."

"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."

"i've got your back, okay?"

"how long have i been asleep?"

"just who do you think you are?"

"i think i might've broken something..."

"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"is this what you wanted?"

"what do you want in exchange for it?"

"did you miss me?"

"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."

"it's not safe for people to see us together."

"don't lie to me."

"i see a lot of myself in you."

"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."

"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."

"who do you fight for?"

"it's rare to see your kind around here."

"walk with me?"

"i know you better than you think."

"why did you bring me here?"

"what did you want to tell me?"

"you don't even know my name."

"it's nothing, i'm just tired."

"of course i care. you're my family."

"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."

"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"

"you want me to punch him in the face?"

"please... say something."

"who the hell invited you?"

"we need to be careful."

"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."

"we're locked in!"

"don't be naked. i'm coming in."

"do you ever get afraid?"

"you wouldn't understand."

"promise you'll say something if you need help?"

"where have you been?"

"there was blood everywhere."

"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."

"we're safe, aren't we?"

"how about a little midnight snack?"

"how many people have you killed? how many?"

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."

"you look... amazing."

"this isn't just about you. it's about what's best for all of us."

"you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner."

"in about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

"i wish we never met."

"you're late."

"we all have secrets, don't we?"

"i know i have a right to be angry, but i don't want to be."

"i see you don't recognize me. well, it was a long time ago."

"you showing up here must be fate."

"some risks are worth taking."

"you've been so quiet. what's on your mind?"

"you must be lonesome over here by yourself."

"you're very kind. some day it'll get you killed."

"this seems... dangerous."

"snap out of it!"

"have you been following me?"

"you can't or you won't?"

"how long have you been standing there?"

"i'm sorry i didn't come sooner."

"we can't keep going on like this."

"i don't need your help."

"i think i'm getting sick."

"i know who you are. i know what you've done."

"please tell me you have a plan."

"i just wanted to see you smile again."

"can i ask... what happened?"

"tell me it's not true. please."

"would you run away with me?"

"don't look at me like that."

"wow, look who remembered my existence."

"why are you really here?"

"have a drink with me."

"life is about more than just surviving."

"treat me like the princess that i am!"

"it's a gift. i had it made for you."

"thank me after we get out of this alive."

"you're not human, are you?"

"are you kidding me? we're not 'fine'!"

"they're better off without me. but i guess that's their choice."

"are you lost too?"

"come on. it can't be that bad."

"i don't like this. it feels... wrong."

"will you stay with me? just for tonight."

"can i help you?"

"you don't need to protect me."

"you can't leave me here alone!"

"you can stay with me."

"quick, this way. before they see you."

"i think the power is out."

"did you ever care about me?"

"did you hear that? it sounded like a scream."

"being strong doesn't mean never asking for help or admitting you're in pain."

"i'm here to drink alone."

"i did warn you not to trust me."

"you could've just used the door."

"you know, i really hoped i'd never see this place again."

"nobody tells me what to do."

"why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

"i'm really not one for crowds."

"don't be so dramatic."

"something's coming."

"i just wanted to do something good for once."

"you don't have to shout at me!"

"forget about me. just save them."

"it's fine. nothing i haven't dealt with before."

"i guess it runs in the family, huh?"

"this isn't our fight. it's my fight."

"do you ever stop being so serious and dull?"

"i heard you were dead."

"i'm going to get you out of here."

"that's a terrible story."

"here, take this. you'll catch a cold."

"you slept with her, didn't you?"

"i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn't sure."

"evacuate the civilians, i'll buy you some time!"

"he was unconscious when i found him."

"you don't have to hold my hand."

"i'm not leaving you."

"you're not getting away this time."

"you're clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me."

"i would give my life to keep you safe."

"do you want me to go?"

"trust me, these people are not your friends."

"i guess it's my turn to thank you."

"i bought two. here."

"i need to go. i can't be here."

"it's four in the morning. what are you doing?"

"do you ever stop talking?"

"it's not going to be easy, you know."

"well, how do i look?"

"are you threatening me?"

"you can never admit when you're wrong!"

"may i have this dance?"

"he knows more than what he's telling us. much more."

"we can't fix this. can we?"

"count me out."

"i don't know. shut up. i'm not blushing."

"let go of me! i have to help them!"

"i won't let anyone hurt you."

"do you ever hear yourself?"

"i've never had any sort of family before."

"you look better in my clothes than i do."

"i'm still learning."

"oh, i get it. you're trying to weasel your way out of having to practice."

"death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago."

"you see everyone so clearly except yourself."

"is this seat taken? sorry, it's a bit crowded here."

"what are you smiling at?"

"we're in completely different leagues."

"what if i never see you again?"

"we should get a pet."

"don't touch me. get away from me."

"i want to be there when you get what's coming to you."

"i'll believe it when i see it."

"you're lucky that i found you when i did."

"you're not dating anyone, are you?"

"you're not alone. i'm here."

"i never want to see you again."

"we can just sit here, you don't have to talk."

"i could show you the way."

"do i frighten you?"

"i didn't realize you were in so much pain."

"well, this is where i live."

"i'll be here. when you're ready to talk."

"you refuse to tell me where you're going?"

"i've seen you before, walking by."

"was that a friend of yours?"

"i'll make you bleed."

"wait. did you hear that?"

"i'm not even going to pretend to understand what you're talking about."

"i made a mistake."

"why don't you just kill me?"

"it's a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?"

"i already made my decision, you're not going to change that."

"i thought you... i saw you get shot."

"take me with you."

"you look awful. what happened?"

"you knew and you didn't tell me?"

"you shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you."

"how about you let me show you around?"

"i'm just saying, murder is an option."

"what's that smug look for? you think you can do any better?"

"for some reason, i'm attracted to you."

"you defeated it? alone?"

"i didn't want you to see me like this."

"don't go. please."

"how do i know you're real?"

"rough day today?"

"seriously, what is that thing over there?!"

"i'm not sober enough to talk about this."

"you should've thought about that before you got into a fight."

"you like this, don't you? i remember you saying that."

"what now? i'm tired."

"it won't be easy, that's for sure."

"watch what you say. the trees have ears."

"can you forgive me?"

"just let me do this for you."

"why were they coming after you?"

"why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

"why did you help me?"

"would you like something for the pain?"

"why did you come?"

"you snore in your sleep. it's adorable."

"i'm glad i could share this with you."

"just admit it. we're lost."

"well, don't stand there in the rain. come on."

"i really thought you were gone this time."

"if you tell me yours, i'll tell you mine."

"are you... smelling me?"

"i have a spare bed."

"your plan's gonna get us all killed, and you know it."

"find someone else to listen to your problems."

"i promise i'll never hurt you again."

"where do you think you're going?"

"it appears my trusting nature got the better of me. it's happened before."

"how did you get this scar?"

"you stepped on my foot!"

"i'm not sorry."

"i don't know how you do this every day..."

"what did you wish for?"

"there's no turning back now."

"see? i'm not just a pretty face."

"i'm on your side."

"do you remember anything? at all?"

"you don't know who i am, do you?"

"please don't do this, don't act like you care."

"i just want to take it all back."

"am i not good enough?"

"i won't let them hurt you."

"i'm fine, let me see your arm."

"why can't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?"

"this is wrong."

"none of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me!"

"don't run away from this."

"you wanna know what your problem is?"

"so why's it so important anyway?"

"i'm not here to talk about my feelings."

"close your eyes and hold out your hands."

"seems like i'm always saving your ass."

"let me help with that."

"you know you aren't allowed in here, right?"

"don't shut me out. please."

"fine. i'll help you but you have to help me."

"i don't need you to understand, i just need you to help me."

"i have to do this alone."

"i'm not talking to you when you're like this."

"i don't need you anymore."

"why did you wake me?"

"how many times have i told you? you can't visit me here."

"jealous? i'm not jealous!"

"this place is cursed... i can feel it."

"you need to stay still."

"i've been to many strange places... but this is a new one."

"dangerous to be out so late."

"don't make me go by myself."

"i can't leave you alone for one minute, can i?"

"we're wasting time."

"you... don't like me very much, do you?"

"i would never lie to you."

"give me one good reason why i should believe you."

"i'm not sure what i'm supposed to feel."

"you're about as intimidating as a butterfly."

"no more lies, no more secrets."

"do you wanna get out of here?"

"what did they do to you?"

"i don't go away if you ignore me."

"you don't know when to give up, do you?"

"i can't help you unless you talk to me."

"what was that for?"

"you can't just come into my life and go right out of it. i won't let you."

"think of it as a compliment."

"did you want to be alone?"

"who did you piss off this time?"

"you'll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."

"stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now."

"are you saying you care about me?"

"i did what i had to do."

"what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?"

"i don't think we're supposed to be in here."

"they have us surrounded!"

"i've come for you."

"promise me?"

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"you'll always have a home with me."

"i never meant to hurt you."

"i believe you."

"let me see that."

"you can relax. we're safe here."

"you have to go somewhere safe."

"we've been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy."

"when was the last time you ate something?"

"we have to leave, now!"

"i need your help... and you need mine."

"i wasn't flirting, i was being friendly."

"change isn't easy."

"there has to be another way."

"i don't care what they say about me."

"you've lost a lot of blood."

"you don't give a shit about me."

"you want me? here i am."

"i never wanted to hurt you."

"it's very rude to stare."

"i don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you."

"if you have something to say, spit it out."

"when was the last time you slept?"

"i can't do this without you."

"you're such a fucking coward."

"i'm not drunk enough for this."

"i hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time."

"i wish i could hate you."

"why are you still here?"

"you're hot when you're angry."

"are you going to kill me?"

"i don't have a plan, but we'll figure it out."

"we can stop them. i can help you."

"i don't feel so good."

"promise me you won't overreact."

"is... that my shirt you're wearing?"

"you look like you need a hug."

"what do these symbols mean?"

"you can't decide what's best for someone else."

"i guess i should've told you."