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no yeah sorry sometimes i just have to sit and think about harry's short lived modeling career.

#. louis vuitton said we HAVE to have him....

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heircurse · 1 month

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him wearing the most basic, casual suit with a fucking t-shirt showing under it to the met gala is actually very harry coded.

#. you don't need to go all out with dressing up with a face like that. <3 and harry knows this. <3 #. he's so very Casual Relaxed fancy.#. if he's wearing a tie. chances are he doesn't want to be lmao.

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heircurse · 1 month

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i'm not okay.

#. still thinking about this btw.#. harry and whomsttttt.

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heircurse · 2 months

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it was easy to play the role of unfair torturer —— payback , perhaps. revenge enacted only every once in a while in the form of watching her body writhe and squirm at his mercy ; for the sexually frustrated torment he endured early in their relationship. something so mundane and unimportant now [ ... ] but nevertheless entertaining to toy with when the roles were reversed. though it was becoming difficult even on him to continue the game. he was only a man , after all. with a head dipped between the church of her legs , ring and ink adorned fingers made work in sync with his mouth. ( there's a great deal of familiarity here ) , a memorization he dearly held for every inch of her body. knowing each spot to touch , every reaction to expect , the exact angle his finger needs to hit in order for the gates of heaven to open. he'd learned it all.

and just when he began to recognize that oh so familiar feeling of walls clenching around his digits —— he'd cruelly pull away to once again leave her completely empty and unsatisfied. really , he wouldn't blame her if she'd decided to lurch forward and land a well deserved smack across the back of his head for purposefully ruining an orgasm for the third time in a row. but instead he could hear her whine out and plead from above him [ ... ] a sound that would finally make him feel guilty enough to fulfill a pulsing ache.

but of course not before he pulled back enough to find her with a devilish grin ; ❛❛ it's gonna feel so much better now , i promise this isn't for nothing. ❜❜ placing fingers still wet between his lips to lick away sweet excess , they're removed after a moment with an audible pop —— and he'll lean back in just close enough to place a single and affectionate kiss over the sensitive bundle of nerves begging for release. ❛❛ you can cum all over my fingers— ❜❜ blues flutter upwards towards her once more as warm breath fanned before he continued to offer her options with still that grin. ❛❛ or you can cum all over me. choose wisely , ma chérie. ❜❜

#frxncaise #𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ in character.#usfw /#. may i offer some new spice in these trying times.

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heircurse · 2 months

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as David Rice Jumper (2008)

#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴵᴹᴬᴳᴱ ˒ ◟ countenance.#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ behavior.#. harry and WHOMSTTTTT.

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heircurse · 2 months

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#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ study.#. i'm fine!!! (lying)

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heircurse · 2 months

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› ﹙ FARAH ﹚ sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar. | | | | | | @eregored.

there's always a tinge of guilt —— practically pleading and dragging someone else along to yet another black tie charity ; the purpose , of course , being entirely selfish. ( he didn't want to be alone. ) didn't want to be swallowed up whole by the oh so serious corporate types , even after they've gotten a couple drinks in them. it was monotonous , it was tedious , and yet his presence was still entirely expected. he could only turn down so many invites in a month [ ... ] they continued stacking up and his father's voice would always come ringing in the back of his mind. like a weight impossibly heavier even after the finality that was death. even six feet in the ground , the bastard was still haunting him —— reminding him that there was still an image and legacy to uphold. it was tiring ; and horribly lonely. but how could a person possibly feel so lonely in a room this full?

the guilt came in waves [ ... ] with each time he was pulled away from her side , the place he wished to be the most , only to return and have the process rinsed and repeated. harry osborn was a busy man ; a known man. yet he couldn't regurgitate a single name that had been given to him unless he pulled out one of many business cards —— and even then , faces decades older than his own were becoming a blur. suddenly he'll find himself on the other side of the ballroom as if he were being passed along as a sacrifice several handshakes later [ ... ] while formalities rolled off his tongue in such a repetitive fashion , the conversations weren't sticking. strings of words entering one ear and successfully fleeing out the other as he pretends to keep up with short responses , despite his gaze beginning to wander... and he finds the familiar face across the room already locked in on him. a small smile meant just for her is offered —— while blues attempted to convey the message of a hostage begging to be saved.

#eregored #𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ in character.#. he's being tossed around like a hot potato and needs to be put out of his misery!!!! s.o.s!!!!!!

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heircurse · 2 months

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nerves could do a number on the body and mind —— anxiety infecting each thought and spreading its dagger edged wings somewhere in an empty stomach , slicing at walls with each flutter and nestling further into his gut with every tick of a clock. perhaps the act of getting ready together had been one that sounded more comforting before [ ... ] before time was inevitably drawing closer and leaving him with a sickening dread. and he's thankful most of it was spent scrambling around each other or with walls separating them ; how embarrassing if there had been a moment to stop and really look at him. to notice what should be a look of something calm or even annoyance and lacking interest , and instead finding trepidation. ( he's done this countless times. ) since he was a child at his father's demanding side. another event for the books... but this one had weight. it felt as though it had the power to make or break what the future had in store for him , and perhaps it truly did. a part of him wishes norman were here to help walk him through it —— boyish thinking with a hint of grief. the other part of him was fully aware these last moments of quiet would instead be spent being berated for getting himself into such a mess in the first place. he felt sick. unfortunately , tchaikovsky couldn't quell or distract a racing mind.

but even worse , fingertips were taking the brunt of it all. every ounce of nervousness turning to exasperation manifesting into hands unable to fully still —— the tremble had been slowly forcing its way into the home of his body for some time now , and rearing its ugly head at the most abysmal moments. slender digits were working at the fabric around his neck as he stared back at his reflection in the mirror beneath florescent bathroom lights [ ... ] but each attempt to steady them only garnered more irritation ; and he'd eventually let the straps fall and dangle with a heavy breath. ultimately deciding to leave it untied at his collar lest he became too frustrated , and instead turns his focus elsewhere. peeking out with quiet footfalls against hardwood to check not only the time while he fidgets the buttons on cuffs —— but her own progress. and he'll allow his gaze to appreciate the sight standing before him for only a short moment until he wordlessly obeys her request.

a hand finds placement at the small of her back as the other carefully drags zipper along the length [ ... ] another failed attempt at steadiness , and wishing it goes unnoticed. even as she turns to find him —— he's hiding. masking apprehension with a small smile gracing lips , and hoping that her own nerves would keep from properly seeing him. the fact that events such as these weren't typically in her wheelhouse wouldn't dare be lost on him ; ( he fully intends on somehow making it up to her ) , and his appreciation runs further than the eye can see. she doesn't even have to keep the dress afterwards if she doesn't want to. keep it , sell it , burn it. whatever. a low hum leaves him as his smile grows. ❛❛ didn't know you were the kinky type. ❜❜ his chin lifts to offer more room and hands fold at his front —— a posture stood straight even once she finishes , and a smile that has yet to falter twisted into a grin [ ... ] ❛❛ yeah , well , i don't think they're gonna be looking at me. looks like you're tryin' to steal my spotlight. ❜❜ he'll gingerly touch at the bowtie as he gives her another look over and a brow quirks teasingly. ❛❛ those the shoes you're gonna wear? ❜❜

It's a quarter till five. The clock staring back at her from above the fireplace is daunting in style and shape, something heavy and ornately carved that must have seen several generations before finding itself here. It ticks with a steady sound that waltzes with the faint music playing through the apartment's halls, the record player in the study narrating the evening with a classical symphony. Claire can feel her heart in her throat; it flutters and jumps and dances in a childlike fashion – twirling along her ribs before leaping gracefully into her esophagus once more. This benefit was meant to be a grand return, a new leaf turned in Harry’s page that would paint a newly found glow and cast out the deeply shaded remarks the tabloids had been making. Spotlights made her nervous, but even with her nerves crackling and snapping in her limbs – there is a somber note burning beneath it all. She wanted this to work for him. There was a yearning deep in her being to make sure that this would go well for him, that maybe if she could be of some use ( for once at least ) there was hope for everything rolling out before him smoothly.

Nimble fingers adjust the earrings she wears, simple and understated – something she was trying to be so desperately. Long curls drawn up and out of her face she stares at the floor length mirror gazing back at her, bare feet shifting back and forth as she smooths her hands down her hips. The dress was nice ( far nicer than she could afford ) but flattering, and she’d have to remember to mention to @heircurse that he did have an eye for things like this. She can feel the cool air brushing against her skin as she steps into her heels, pale green eyes shifting to the sound of footsteps that emerge from the adjoined bathroom. “ Do you think you could give me a hand with the zipper? “ Her steps echo against the hardwood before she pauses in front of him, lips pulled into a softer smile as she turns around. The silence is disturbed by the zipper making its way up her back, the pressure of fingers at the base of her neck somehow comforting. She can feel it, the faintest tremor that is withdrawn from her and a brief frown touches her lips.

Turning on her own heel she dismisses his hands, smiling wide as she reaches for his bowtie. “ Let me return the favor? There is an understated kinkiness in tying someone's bowtie. “ Her humor coats each word but her green eyes note his movements, and she makes a point not to show she’s seen. Fingers are careful in folding the article and looping it, before it's a perfect bow and with a gentle tug she tightens it. Fixing the collar of his shirt her hands smooth along his shoulders, a nod given in approval. “ If I didn’t know any better, I'd say you look like a respectable gentleman. “

meme sent: ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing .

#hollowtissue #𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ in character.#. how dare you hurt my feelings?????#. this is soft AND sad... which is why he has to be annoying.

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heircurse · 2 months

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE * inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ prompt.

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heircurse · 2 months

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#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵒᵒᶜ ˒ ◟ soundtrack.

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heircurse · 2 months

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#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴵᴹᴬᴳᴱ ˒ ◟ countenance.#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ behavior.#. kissing him. <3

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heircurse · 2 months

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if we ignore all the stuff that's gone wrong ive kind of had nothing but wins

#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ study.#. stop lkjhghjkjhgfghjk.

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heircurse · 2 months

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it's so easy to give in —— almost too easy , with a smile that compelling... and an energy radiating from her just as catching. ( it'll be fun ! ) and he had no other choice but to believe her [ ... ] no one knew fun quite like mary jane ; and leave it to no one else but her to barely have to twist his arm when it really came down to it. work could wait —— it wasn't like it wouldn't still be there waiting for him when he came back , and who was he to deny her?

his own smile begins to crack at the facade that begged to remain unbroken [ ... ] one trying to wear the more solemn hand-me-downs of his father , but they didn't quite fit him right. ( a few sizes too big , perhaps. ) and albeit slow , the look of true affection would finally come to fruition across cheeks. ❛❛ anyone ever tell you that you're a terrible influence , mj? ❜❜ just as quick —— his demeanor would show that she had affectively shook him down ; however little it took didn't quite matter. ❛❛ so what does your idea of owning the town look like this time? ❜❜

+ @heircurse liked for a starter !

+ " Aww, c'mon, Harry ! It'll be FUN ! " Smiling EAR-TO-EAR , Mary jane clearly was READY to light the entire city on fire . A fact driven home all the MORE by the way that her energy coursed off of her in the most INFECTIOUS of ways . " Whatcha say ? Ready to show this town exactly who owns it ? "

#watsonjackpot #𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ in character.#. i am once again saying... stand up harold.

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heircurse · 2 months

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her sudden disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed —— at least , not by him. every spacious corner of the building had been accounted for once he had managed his own escape from the busy ballroom without being stopped by vultures attempting formalities [ ... ] and there had only been one area unchecked ; one saved for last before he could safely make the assumption that she'd snuck out entirely. though he likes to believe that her doing so without so much as saying goodbye would be unlikely —— the two had always seemed to strategize their early exit plans together. and alas , upon pushing open a heavy door leading to the rooftop and being met with the refreshing cool night breeze [ ... ] a familiar silhouette was spotted in the short distance. ( it wasn't the first time he'd found her hiding away where no one else would think to look. ) and he's sure it wouldn't be the last.

question rung out as his steps approached ; finally dropping down to sit beside her as a hand moves to loosen the tie strung around his neck by a few notches. he brought knees in as a low laugh left his throat —— not one out of amusement , but more so born out of disbelief that something so archaic was still being practiced. at least , without approval of the involved party. ❛❛ so tell 'em no? they can find someone else. ❜❜ but he knew it wasn't that easy [ ... ] the expectations falling on the two of them alone was enough to burden and weigh down even the sturdiest shoulders. and with a plan he'll keep to himself already formulating , he'll lean into her with a silent affection —— before fingertips reach to take the bottle from her grasp. ❛❛ i'll take your place. ❜❜ it's joked as a smile begins to form behind the glass neck being brought towards lips. ❛❛ all those old ladies in there have been givin' me the eyes all night. ❜❜

she sat alone in the dimly lit corner of the roof, her head drooping low as she nurses a bottle of tequila. she has been lost in her own thoughts for what seemed like hours until a familiar voice is heard beside her. without lifting her head, she already knew who it was. he was the only one who could and cared to find her there. " They signed me up for a charity date. I’ll be auctioned off for a night to the highest bidder. — Who would even suggest something so dumb for charity? ” she asks the question, not expecting an answer, her voice trailing off into a silence around them. then she leans her head against his shoulder, her gaze drifting off into the distance as her arms wrap loosely around her knees. “ You are so lucky @heircurse, your dad only makes you attend these events. ”

#nightsuffer #𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ in character.#. love them sm. <3

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heircurse · 2 months

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| | | Q. FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE.

₀₀₁ ... royal beggars — architects.

royal beggars , royal beggars ... do you wanna live forever? ( live forever ) alone , alone , alone. 'cause we're broken ; all hope is dead but we're coping. somebody save our souls. like a bird in a cage , trying to fly away. is this the price that we have to pay? overflowing with rage , yet we still obey.

₀₀₂ ... runs in the family — amanda palmer.

all day i've been wondering what is inside of me , who can i blame for it? i say it runs in the family. i still have my health , at least that's what they tell me. if wellness is this , what in the hell's name is sickness? but business is business and business runs in the family. we tend to bruise easily , mad in the blood ... i'm telling you this 'cause i want you to know me , know me and my family , we're wonderful folks. but don't get too close 'cause you might knock me up.

₀₀₃ ... mama's gun — glass animals.

did you say something , what'd you say? was that your voice , or was that me? little voices buzzing poison , backward noise drown everything. doctor swango says i'm psycho ; says they all from neverland. they'll never ever let me be. was that your voice or was that me? ... dirty dustin said he saw him playing ball with dizzy jim ; dizzy jim had never spoken , whispered back " you murdered him. " my heart strings broke and it was me. i pull , they stretch infinitely. in the summer silence , i was getting violent. in the summer silence , i was doing nothing.

₀₀₄ ... russian roulette — 10 years.

it's russian roulette with no luck ; you could kiss it goodbye. there's no such thing as sympathy when the disease is entering ... the taste is so divine , a chemical come alive. welcome to your vice. good luck with life. 'cause you can't kill me that easily. it's so nice to meet you ; it's so nice to know you. now that your guards down , let me show you.

₀₀₅ ... it's yours — loathe.

claim what's yours , follow his footsteps. loathe as one carved into their foreheads. worship this primal sin ; exhausted , i'm craving more. incessant , it's pulled me in. screaming , " it's yours , it's yours. " do you remember me? will you ever see? what you'll do to them , what you've done to me? i am unstoppable. i am untouchable ... i am the chosen , this is your way. you are misguided ; rue your last day.

| | | Q. FIVE QUOTES THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE.

₀₀₁ … i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. ( why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame. ) — jamie oliveira.

₀₀₂ ... who's the real you? the person who did something awful , or the one who's horrified by the awful thing you did? is one part of you allowed to forgive the other? — rebecca stead.

₀₀₃ ... i'm not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite. — isle of dogs.

₀₀₄ ... your father exerted his violence on others. your mother was sympathetic to the suffering of others. one day you directed the violence you had inherited toward yourself. you dished it out like your father and you took it like your mother. — édouard levé.

₀₀₅ ... last night , you held your father’s body and said to him all those things you never wanted to say to anyone — apologies , mostly. then animal sounds , claws and teeth where your heart once glinted. there is no ravenous spirit like that of the grief stricken , no vicious hollow like the insides of a boy searching for his father. — w. todd kaneko.

#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ study.#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ dash games.

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&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( you know that dynamic of the emotionally closed off one & the kind one they have a soft spot for? yeah, that’s the vibe. )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜

said from the soft spot.

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ prompt.

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#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴵᴹᴬᴳᴱ ˒ ◟ countenance.#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ˒ ◟ study.

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