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List of “I still…” prompts

I still smell the traces of your scent on my bedsheets; my clothes; my pillowcase

I still remember your favourite songs; the way you’d sing them out loud thinking no one’s listening, and then getting flustered when you realised I heard you

I still remember all of your little quirks in which I’ve always found so endearing to me, but you always thought were annoying 

I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every line 

I still have your number memorised, like the back of my hand

I still remember your smile, the soft quirk to it. How could I not? It’s ingrained in the back of my mind, even though I wish it wasn’t

I still can’t get you out of my mind even though I’m probably long gone from yours

I still remember how you’d laugh at my jokes even though they didn’t make any sense to anyone else

I still have our inside jokes kept somewhere in the back of my mind

I still remember how you taste

I still remember how you sound; your sweet voice you told me you hated when you had to listen back to it over voice recording 

I still remember how you’d be there for me, through both the thick and the thin 

I still remember how you told me you’d always be there for me

I still remember how our love was supposed to be unconditional… until it wasn’t

I still remember how things went down south. Where did things go wrong? I still don’t really understand what happened…

I still think about you, day in, day out

I still miss you

I still want you

I still need you

And I… I still love you, even after all of this time 

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“Masquerades are frivolous, scandalous—“ Though the King does not refute the possibility of attending one.

"Do you know something about scandalous masquerades?" Mari raised an eyebrow at him. She didn't expect him to give away all his secrets. She had a few of her own to keep. "The masks, the fancy gowns. Anyone could be your dance partner for the night. It's quite a thrill."

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There were plenty of burnt bridges in Mari's past. If she worried about them all, she'd collapse under the weight of guilt. Mari tried to look forward and not behind her. But when the past came back, she had to deal with it. Mari could have lied about the road trip she was on. She could say this was a quick pit stop, but in reality, she and Sean were stopped for the night. This was their reward for driving almost all day. A reward that quickly turned sour. He had gotten Mari backstage through his old work connections.

She quickly shoved her hands in her pockets, "Yeah I'm just passing through. I'll be gone by the morning." Mari's eyes met Nik. He looked good all things considered. "I wanted to see a concert, didn't want to go to a huge venue. Pulled some strings and now I'm here." She shrugged.

open to: anyone // @indiestarter

plot: your muse and nik are exes with quite a bit of vitriol between them still, despite it being a few years since they've last seen each other.

INT. THE WET SPOT CONCERT VENUE AND THEATER — NIGHT

An indie rock band is center stage in a mid-tier concert venue in California. Not as big as So-Fi Stadium, but definitely more popular with hipsters. Purple, blue, and orange lights follow the band members around as they gallivant and play to the audience. The frontman is Nik, a man in his early 30s, his hair looking like he's just gotten out of bed and his clothes looking threadbare. He doesn't leave his spot on stage. His focus is completely on his electric guitar as he plays the opening notes and prepares to sing the first lyrics of number one hit, Supersoaker. The spotlights blind him as he looks out at the crowd, singing close to the microphone.

Nik (singing)

My motivation is gone too soon The good vibrations all over you Act like you mean it, you mean it You've got a story you never tell.

His fans clamor over the song, jumping and singing along. They're hanging on his every word, especially the women, who are practically in tears from their obsession with him. Nik is the lead singer of Fantastic Human, which shattered the scene with Supersoaker when it appeared in a hit movie years ago.

Nik (singing)

Cuz I'm the supersoaker red, white And blew 'em all away With a kiss as unclean As the words that you say.

In the distance, like he could've missed it if he didn't already have her absolutely embedded in his brain, Nik sees them: His first and only true love. He smirks, and makes sure they see it.

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"I never thought I'd see you here." Nik's voice cut through the chatter of backstage as the crew took down their setup. He had to take a few steps back and a few steps off to the side as they worked, like little mice who were conditioned to know what to do. And they had to have known at this point: Fantastic Human was in the last leg of its US tour. A smile lingered on the edge of his lips, but for the most part, he was trying to gauge their reaction. Were they happy to see him? He couldn't tell. He had to brush up on his skills.

A crew member retrieved his guitar from him and headed off with it. Unobstructed, he shoved his hands in his jeans pockets and felt for the cigarettes there. He almost wanted to ask her if the other wanted to go on a smoke break, like old times.

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"Huh, so some of the myths are true." Mari said. She wanted to ask about how strong blood lust was. She had seen so many vampire movies some were fine around humans. Others were blood thirsty monsters where if they so much as smelled you nearby it was over for the unsuspecting human. "Can you feed without turning a human? How do you cope with being around humans constantly?"

Mari looked him once over, she didn't have any life changing or earth shattering questions. "Does the sunlight and garlic bother you or is that just a myth?" She mused. Yeah she could google it, and get a hundred different answers. But there was a vampire in the flesh, why not ask him. "Sorry I don't have anything fun or creative."

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"Send me an invite to yours and I'll send you one for mine." Mari replied. Despite her initial denial of marriage, if she did settle down, she needed people there for her wedding. "It's funny. I used to dream of marrying into royalty. I wanted this huge wedding in a huge castle. Food for miles and the finest attire money could buy." Truth be told, Mari still wanted that, but she wasn't going to marry someone approved for her. That was not happening, but seeing as marriage was a political move, her dream wedding would have to wait.

"I couldn't do that. I have to have a partner that knows me. Gets me. I'm too... explosive..." Mari rolled her eyes. Her temper was volatile at best when she was angered. "My stupid strong sense of justice ruins me. I also don't take disrespect well. I'm hardly cut out to be a Countess." Or maybe she was perfect for the job. There's no room for doormats. She thought about her secrets. Sean would be tearing the halls up looking for her by now. Her parents away at work and Mari was definitely not where she was supposed to be. Having snuck off hours ago. George couldn't know about that. Sean risked his job by seeing her in the late hours of the night. "I lost a family heirloom once. I found it. Well a friend found it. But I had to lie about leaving it in my room and waking up late when I wasn't wearing the necklace."

King George was encouraged to be outgoing, rather, forced to be seen being outgoing. The intimacy of being closed off from the Ton’s eyes was quite something else. These barriers being crossed must be aligning the stars in his vision, because he continues to speak without the weight of the Crown clamping his mouth.

“The old secret trade off. I see before me a culture enriched tongue, bathed in the beauty of honesty.” George nods, as though he flared off the threat of exile as though it were a flea. “I am in love with the stars. Many will admit that I keep my head in them, it is not for me to defy their say-so. They beckon to me, as though I am their ruler, astral feet on solid ground...”

The King isn’t famed for making sense, gossip in the Ton will reveal this. The majority of his wording that leaves Buckingham Palace is scripted, well-rehearsed and some do not leave the Palace at all; for the threat of his anxiety disturbing the performance. He speaks on a friendly level, this becomes obvious.

George does not speak as a King might, unperturbed by the almost petulant state he returns to here. This is the gossip that must remain behind closed doors.

King... King George. King George, Farmer George. He reigns himself in, the words of the physician ringing through his ears, as if the icy-water still bludgeoned the warm blood in his veins and brought him back down to Earth. His hand grips the arm of the chair slightly, and he lifts his chin. The picture of duty regained his status.

“I am to be wed. Soon, I suspect, though mother dares not openly admit it to my face. I will not know her name, her origin, her family, she will come to me as though slaughter to lamb.” Perhaps that is an open admission to his inner reflection.

Nevertheless, it came out colder than intended, so he calms down, loosens his shoulders. Mari is not responsible for this, and it is not oft he has the opportunity of a friend. The aggravation toward the tradition Mari was venting of is obviously shared. “It astonishes me that a husband and wife may not know more than their faces, their bed on days of court to bear an heir, and the cobbles they walk upon. Don’t you find it dastardly? Almost... common.”

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Mari looked him once over, she didn't have any life changing or earth shattering questions. "Does the sunlight and garlic bother you or is that just a myth?" She mused. Yeah she could google it, and get a hundred different answers. But there was a vampire in the flesh, why not ask him. "Sorry I don't have anything fun or creative."

"is that so ? You finally met me and now you know who I am . So what do you want to know ? I'm curious" he looked at her knowing that his story was already done and he ended up having his life change and the vampire never had a chance to have a real life and live and love like everyone else did .what harm would it do in telling her ?

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Mari was genuinely surprised by his comment. She half expected some watered down support for the ridiculous traditions. Then again, he suffered from them as well. "Yeah, I'm simply not getting married." She replied. She didn't dare bring up the affair she was having with a member of the royal guard. The one assigned to her family. "I'm good at keeping secrets. I flock to gossip. It's supposed to be a bad habit but I thrive on it." She smiled at the King. "Maybe I'll tell you some more of mine if you tell me yours?"

Her parents would be nervous that she wasn't being formal with George. She needed more friends in this political landscape, not more superiors. Mari could and would talk to anyone. There were no clear cut rules saying she couldn't befriend him either.

The King delights in overhearing these honest musings.

Not for it to be for his own pleasure, but his internal desire for change to a system that has wreaked havoc over his mental well-being for longer than he has been alive, the very definition of a monarchy, he supposes. Despite this, conditioning to his role in society sits him placid in his throne; whenever he may take it.

Having an open mind to speak like the lucky few to have known Lady Danbury and her delightful teas, King George happens across a potentially agreeable, likable, even - topic.

He graces her with his company, but expects no reluctance to treat him less than his title. Hidden there, is a yet. George is pleased that she feels comfortable enough to vent here in front of him. He respects the confidence.

“Traditions are dead as those who began them.” George muses, openly in return. “Times are changing faster than we can possibly comprehend. I do not see why we are not doing the same. Have you thought of much else, to change? I certainly have, do. Daily. You are to pretend you never heard it.” George speaks softly, with a smile.

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i really want a plot where a prince is in love with a maid. maybe they’ve been best friends since they were kids, her growing up in the palace with him. maybe he’s betrothed so she tries to keep her distance, maybe he’s normally a playboy prince but she’s his weakness. gimme !!