KISS ME .. an assortment of kissing prompts .

sharing a kiss while sitting by a campfire.

a kiss that leaves behind lipstick marks.

a kiss given between ocean waves.

kissing your lover because you believe you're going to die.

kissing the tears that roll down your lover's cheeks.

a kiss while being held bridal style.

a playful kiss given between laughter.

finally kissing the friend you've been yearning for.

kissing your enemy while holding them at knife point.

a kiss in the aftermath of a fight.

forbidden lovers sharing a kiss in the shadows.

kissing down your lover's body.

kissing at a crowded party.

a kiss shared against a tree.

a kiss to end sexual tension.

kissing to pretend that you are in a relationship together.

a kiss to prove you no longer have feelings for your lover.

a kiss shared to make someone else jealous.

a kiss that leads to undressing each other.

a kiss to say goodbye.

kisses against a wound.

a kiss to the forehead, meant to soothe.

a kiss to the neck from behind.

an 'i love you but i can't be with you' kiss.

an 'i'm in love with someone else, but you're here' kiss.

passionate kisses that end in ripped clothing.

an 'i forgive you' kiss.

a kiss shared at a masquerade ball.

your lover going to walk away, but you grab them and pull them back in for a kiss before they go.

a kiss shared underneath fireworks.

❝ I’m alive right now because I tried damn hard to stay alive . ❞

　Yet , are you truly living after everything you have gone through ? I was never really alive to begin with the moment I was taken away from the old forest , my first home that I destroyed by accident . I was more of a ghost than a child , being deeply unparted of this world . I watched , I wept , ⅋ no one witnessed my burning . I understood survival when I was three years old , always moving between houses , none of them a home . Rules changed as so did people , I still remained , all alone . ( They have never taught me how to live . ) Yesterday , I hugged myself more tightly because I got upset with myself , but I know in the end , I deserve the love that I never got to have when I was younger . Today , I said to myself on the bathroom reflection in the early morning , I love you . I'm trying everything in me to be as gently alive as I exist with the stars above ⅋ in myself . I don't think you're alive right now , Jae-min .

　Out of respect , however , I don't say my thought . Part of me does want to believe you are doing what you can to continue living despite 455 phantoms with the trails of blood ⅋ rain water following you to a place where you can no longer call it your home . But I've been seeing things that tell me you're worsening , ⅋ I just want you to know I will always be here for you despite any given state that you are in . If you do leave , I will always wait . My love never knows any bounds . It only stays . ❝ Sometimes , the most effort you give without much thought can be dangerous , ❞ is all I can tell you , @exitdog . We're standing on the balcony ⅋ I watch you flick ashes from cigarette . They scatter , then fade , like dying stars . My silence is kind enough , with my hand holding your rough own . I don't say more because I don't want to control your life . This is all yours . I just want to love you in it .

Xeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Ugh, I fucking love creating and our creations and being creative so damn much.

♡ + MICAH , 𝚁𝙴 : WARLOCK .

⟢ ⿻ SAGA I, SEASON I // :  ☇ ᵎ CW : MENTIONS OF MASS MURDERS ⅋ DEATHS

Micah frowns when they think about Warlock. A lot of Antigods fear him, but to them, he seems more lost than anything else, drowning it his rage. They can think so when they were in a similar position as a child. It's a good thing they only resorted to biting ⅋ scratching those they deemed as threats, rather than burning the entire places. Warlock, on the other hand, even with these murders, it's still possible he have his own reasons to commit them. He doesn't have to be alone anymore.

❝ I don't want to assume anything worst in Warlock. I do hope to get to learn him better from his perspective instead of the others'. ❞ Everyone calls Warlock a monster, but if he really was one, why didn't he kill them by now? Their heart flutters at the lingering image of him with his muscular body, sharp canine teeth ⅋ steel cold gaze. They're embarrassed they find him attractive despite his dangerous demeanor, but there is something about him that they can connect with. Understand. It's the disconnection from humanity that they can both share.

𝚁𝙴 : WARLOCK ♡ ATTRACTION : ★★★★★ / AFFECTION : ☆☆☆☆☆ / INTEREST : ★★★★★ / LOYALTY : ☆☆☆☆☆ / TRUST : ★☆☆☆☆  ☇ REL. STATUS : STRANGERS ; one sided enemy from Warlock

Micah first heard about Warlock in April 2023 when xe was assigned with a special case by Break Beyond Force, as directed from Vice Head Angelparadox's orders, to catch the wrongdoer who had been committing a series of murders since late 2022. It's suspected Warlock was responsible of these deaths at around the time it was exiled from the Force after Grand Council of the the Sanctus Society declared it was the one who committed a massacre of twenty nine Antigod Saints, itself being the only remaining Saint of the Twelfth Generation Saints. Despite the horror stories xe heard about Warlock from xyr peers and other Saints, Micah's natural high curiosity of it deepened the longer xe heard more about it, wanting to understand it better. It took a few weeks until xe found Warlock, blood stained as it made another brutal kill.

Micah wanted to believe there's a underlying motive to what Warlock had been doing. Rather than catching Warlock right away, xe investigated the murders to grasp Warlock's psyche more and found it killed only Antigod Saints, not innocent citizens. Xe also learnt a Metaeide spirit was constantly following it. Upon first interaction where Warlock attempted to kill Micah, xe was able to calm it assuring xe wouldn't hurt it and the Metaeide that's accompanying it, Warlock eventually leaving xem alone. Tension was high between Micah and Warlock who refused open anything of itself to xem, but Micah had excellent patience and could still learn details of it based on its behaviours. Micah noted its canine behaviors and finding its home in a secluded area, xe wondered if it was isolated from the societies of both Natural and Unnatural.

Even as unsettling Warlock acted and appeared, its attacks and abilities terrifying to be hit with, Micah did find xemself deeply attracted to Warlock's toned physique and enigmatic demeanor. Xe's not only drawn to its appearance, but also its distant psyche that xe could see xemself in when xe was young, unattached from the world. Already, could xe sense a connection building with Warlock. Xe didn't like to think of it as them being meant to meet, a sign of Fate, but the longer xe interacted Warlock more over time, sharing these moments with it, the more Micah found xemself believing that, perhaps, at least Life had something special on their paths for them together. Xe's grateful Angelparadox assigned this case for xem to have personal contact with Warlock, although xe knew xem not capturing it was a dangerous play of fire.

⟢ ⿻ SAGA I, SEASON II // :  ☇ ᵎ CW : EMOTIONAL DISTRESS, MENTIONS OF MASS MURDERS ⅋ DEATH

Micah's body keeps burning deeply from the massacre occurred at the Break Beyond Festival. Xyr mental focus constantly flickers between the Metaeide─ the corpses─ then, there was Warlock who travelled from one side of the world to the end just to protect them. He wasn't supposed to be at the festival. He could've got into deep trouble with the Break Beyond Heads, yet, he didn't care about anyone but them. Micah flinches at the hot strings across their eyes.

❝ He saved my life, ❞ Micah whispers, hiding their face in shaky hands. Warlock didn't have to do that for them at all. Not after the whole world would always hurt him despite his constant attempt to live all alone with sharp claws and sanguine teeth. Micah can never thank him enough for not only this, but even allowing them to stay over his home so they could recover from the injuries they got from the horrible event. Micah closes their eyes, tears falling over cheeks. They wish to hold his hand.

𝚁𝙴 : WARLOCK ♡ ATTRACTION : ★★★★★ / AFFECTION : ★★☆☆☆ / INTEREST : ★★★★★ / LOYALTY : ★★★☆☆ / TRUST : ★★★☆☆  ☇ REL. STATUS : FRIENDS ; somewhat one sided reluctant from Warlock

Warlock's callous and sharp attitude towards Micah had reduced by the end of Saga I Season I, and its intention of helping xem at the 2023 Break Beyond Festival after sensing a terrible event will occur proved his genuine approval in Micah that xe could appreciate. It's extremely surprising to Micah that Warlock encouraged ( or more so forced ) xem to stay over its home for temporary so xe could heal in peace while being away from the eyes of the Sanctus Society. Warlock never cared anyone before, but it tried its best to give Micah the most safe and comfortable space. Warlock was still awkward around Micah while Micah, becoming more emotionally sensitive than usual due to recent traumas, was more anxious around it, so there was a degree of tension that was at times overwhelming for either of them to bear, but across summer 2023, their connection grew stronger while their trust in each other built more. Warlock eventually shared that the 2022 massacre was done by the Infernal Infinity, placing the responsibility on it that resulted it being exiled. Tje Metaeide that followed Warlock was someone it was close to, not wanting any Saints to exorcise the Metaeide, hence the murder series. There was a point when Warlock gave Micah permission to use it / its pronouns for it, feeling comfortable enough to be perceived as inhuman by them.

⟢ ⿻ SAGA I, SEASON III // :

A bright smile instantly appears on Micah's face, their eyes glinting. Warlock and them have been becoming close over time, especially from Micah staying over its home for few months before they had to return to Break Beyond Force and catch up with the Thirteenth Generation Neosaints with the nightly trainings. They smile wider when they think about it visiting them in their dreams, missing them deeply and they could share the same feeling. Now, after being given another special case to investigate on the growing population of sentient shadow and mirror reflections, Warlock decided to work by their side, wanting to be Micah's constant moonlight.

❝ Lovelock means a lot to me, ❞ Micah blushes at the nickname and fiddles with their hands together. ❝ I am scared for it, though. I don't want anything bad to ever happen to it... It's not a terrible entity. ❞ Warlock insisted partnering them on this special mission, even though this would paint Micah's loyalty in Break Beyond Force as more ambiguous, although they've grown to adore Warlock deeply across the year. At this point, they would do anything for it. Micah is confident in believing that Warlock would do the same, bringing all of the stars for them. ❝ I just adore Warlock a lot. ❞ I love my moon.

𝚁𝙴 : WARLOCK ♡ ATTRACTION : ★★★★★ / AFFECTION : ★★★★☆ / INTEREST : ★★★★★ / LOYALTY : ★★★★☆ / TRUST : ★★★★☆  ☇ REL. STATUS : FRIENDS ; now mutual, becoming stronger across S1S3

They've become closer with them being together as they're on the investigation, travelling between different cities and countries. To Micah, it almost felt like they're only travelling across the world, having a special series of moments just for themselves. Micah deeply appreciates Warlock's infinite care for them. Although they do fear the consequences of it still keeping close touch with them, they do deeply appreciate and admire it for always following its own intentions. They share similar traits of haaving rebellious and wayward natures They did have their first ever argument in the middle of the season, Warlock wanting to leave Micah's life for good for it had harmed them during the full moon in its lycan form. Micah tried to reassure it that they're not scared of it, but this only terrified Warlock more. About a month later, the extreme emotions and thoughts they had for each other built a emotional link between them, making them Soulstars, a special bond between the pair who held an extraordinary connection. They eventually reconciled, promising each other that they would always be there for and with each other.

⟢ ⿻ SAGA I, SEASON IV // :

Micah loves Warlock so dearly much, as the sun loves the moon and her infinite stars. Xe gently plays with the necklace, thinking about xyr beloved, the aforementioned celestial bodies connected to each other. Time is becoming darker and space is growing colder with more days passing by. There are many conflicts happening at once that can kill xem, the Starwake System, but xe knows Warlock would do anything in its power to protect xem. Its devotion is violent, like the thousand and more lights striking upon the shadows. Micah will always most adore Warlock with its sharp claws and sanguine teeth. The stars in xem will never flinch at its monstrosity.

❝ At this point, I can be imprisoned for being with Warlock still, ❞ Micah states, xyr tone solemn. Xe doesn't feel afraid of this fact, however. The Sanctus Society could punish xem for this, but Micah wouldn't ever surrender xyr love for Warlock. They have gone through so much together, they've become a binary star in the sky, the brightest, all burning. ❝ I can be punished in any ways, but I will never regret having what's special to me. I love my beloved moon with my whole body and soul and stars. ❞ Micah will let this impossible love of light reign. The universe will never be able to see beyond it.

𝚁𝙴 : WARLOCK ♡ ATTRACTION : ★★★★★ / AFFECTION : ★★★★★ / INTEREST : ★★★★★ / LOYALTY : ★★★★★ / TRUST : ★★★★★  ☇ REL. STATUS : SOULSTARS ; each other's sun and moon

Micah and Warlock have been extremely close together, having to share and know about every little details of each other at this point. It terrifies them both at times over how significantly connected they are together, but Micah being with it is the most delightful and comforting thing to xem. Even at times of pain and confusion, Warlock has always been the one who Micah reaches out to for joys and comforts, knowing that it would do its best to give xem not only what xe needs but everything to have xem be safe and happy. Micah adores Warlock infinitely to the sky and beyond, and xe can't imagine living the rest of xyr life without it. Micah is ever most determined to keep Warlock away from the hands of those who are against its existence. Xe wants it to have the life where it can be just as content and comfortable with xem. Micah's devotion in Warlock is as striking and vast. They are both aware that the Sanctus Society could become afraid of them being paired, their strengthens together unmatched to anyone, but they promised they would never let each other fall back to the darkness. For Micah and Warlock, there will only be light, love.

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“Only (softly, fiercely) the stars shining. Here, in the room, the bedroom. Saying I was brave, I resisted, I set myself on fire.”

— Louise Glück, Stars (The Seven Ages)

[ KEN ] : Sooooo , Micah , did you enjoy the song I did out there on stage ?! ( As asked with a bright smile ⅋ brighter eyes ! Look at him who's trying so hard to be a star for Micah to see and admire ! Barbie said he did amazing ⅋ that should be good Kenough to him , although he can't help but be curious about Micah's opinion . Be chill , Ken , be cool ─ Wait , no , just be YOU , Ken ! . . . ) I was told my performance was , hah , a shooting star ! ( An easy grin forms in pride . ) Better make a wish seeing it . ( He winks , but with . . . two eyes . This is Ken ⅋ he's trying his best right now to win Micah's affection . )

　Micah's cheeks grow hot pretty pinks as xe fondly gazes at Ken , his heart laid out for xem to hold onto . Xe handles this delicate core with most care , cherishing his eagerness . It's cute , Micah notices , how @exitdog gets so excited to know what those he's close to would think of anything that he would make with the entirety of his existence . Xyr eyes gleam as bright as his own , full of adornment . ❝ It's just beautiful , ❞ Giggles slips from Micah at the paralleled phrasing to his song title , Just Ken , but xyr answer is honest , warm akin to spreading sunlight . At the comment to his shooting star of performance , xyr sounds rise into laughter .

　❝ Well , I don't need to make a wish , Ken , ❞ Micah says , holding his hand , ❝ You're here ⅋ I got to see you shine . I'm happy enough for that . ❞ Xe leans closer to kiss him on the cheek , nuzzling his skin .

Astereus have faint brown to near gold, given the current lighting, freckles on xyr cheeks, collarbones, and upper chest; with the marks more darker and noticeable appearing across the arms to hands, shoulders with their blade areas, and back. Micah used to be insecure of them when xe was a child, feeling like xe’s collecting more “ugly marks” on xem along with xyr scars, unhealed bruises, and other injuries like xyr burnt skin, but xyr adoptive parents described these freckles as the Sky’s Kisses, being blessed with tiny stars from the empyrean. As well, Phoebus being known only as a voice to Micah back then, would sometimes tell xem that xe looked nice with the freckles. These made xem grow more comfortable about them over time, and especially when xe was old enough to understand about the lunar craters, xe compares xemself with these marks and scars and wounds to the craters that the Moon carries while shining to the Earth and protecting it. As an adult, especially after reconnecting with xyr celestial origins, Astereus’ freckles would glow from faintly to most brightly, depending on the phase state of the Sun and Moon, having xemself appearing like xe have the stars in xyr hands and on xyr shoulders, holding up the ethereal sky.

I need to share this that Mimi's first fictional favourite character was Godzilla. She moved between foster homes usually too quickly and stayed too briefly, and often didn't have access to mediums, to understand the concept of fiction. Her adoptive father, Caelum, is a Kaiju enthusiast and have several DVD films of Godzilla. This six years old child saw the cover of one of them and, fascinated by the appearance of Godzilla, asked their parents by slapping onto the case a few times if they could watch. Their parents were concerned this film could give her nightmares, but they let her watch the film with them and she enjoyed it immensely. She didn't understand a single word in the film, but it looked fun.

From six to nine, Mimi thought Godzilla was as real as Santa Claus and Tooth Fairy. She told her parents in the same year when she got into Godzilla and Kaiiju genre that she hoped Godzilla would be the one to give her Christmas gifts instead of Santa Claus, and, her father was able to get the Godzilla costume during Halloween sales, and Mimi was incredibly over the moon when Godzilla, also known as Santa Claws ( her mom shook her head furiously at her dad's pun ) visited their house. Santa Claws gifted Mimi's second oldest brother, Valentine ( who's very confused by this but didn't say anything to let Mimi have this enjoyment, as asked by their parents ), instrument toys and superhero figures, and Mimi colouring books, Pokémon cards, AND a Godzilla toy figure.

This was Mimi's first time celebrating Christmas and this made her love Godzilla and Kaiju and monsters so much more.

( When she found that Godzilla wasn't real, she was extremely disappointed, but she always hoped she could meet a creature like it and be friends with them. )

Honestly, Mimi's aesthetics and ambiences makes me depressed. Her vibes generally based on dissociation and distortion and disfiguration have twinges of sadness and sorrow that can make one feel sick seeing how this is a child who already knew the agony and horror and despair of the world. Who have already experienced them so many times from many people in many spaces. Who saw humanity as monstrosity and monstrosity as beings who only wanted to live, being themselves, and her friends. Then Mike's are generally more based on disconnection and distance and disorientation that can provoke these senses of nostalgia and homesickness. Finally, the aesthetics and ambiences associated with the older main Starwakers ( Micah, Phoebus, Philos, and at times Phobos ) are much more brighter, vivid, clearer. Theirs are more filled with light and hope and love.

It's like they lived their entire childhood in the dark that distorted their senses and views while their adolescence was when they're trying to find themselves but still felt more lost than ever before, but reaching to adulthood, being in an adult, they've come to understand themselves and then eventually each other with their lives. They want to live a much more brighter life, give themselves brighter days and nights to make up for the time and space that their younger selves were in being alone and confused and hurt. The transition of the system's aesthetic and ambiences over their life is so important to me. Yes, at times their younger selves had rare non disturbing and unclear imageries and introspections, while their older selves would also occasionally had the opposite, especially Phobos, but the fact that we as the audience can truly see how their perceptions and senses to life and themselves were like in the past to the present, seeing these changes, it's just fascinating to me.

12 am

i hold my own hand i make myself laugh i take care of myself the way i know i deserve & sometimes it is lonely & sometimes i’m very bad at it but i believe in myself & i’m getting myself through life & i’m not going to give up or abandon myself & i think that’s what really matters

MICAH IS GLAD HE CAN STAY HERE AT LEAST FOR A BIT. It'll be an interesting time to get to learn a thing or few about the other while he's here, even if this meeting may be their first and last. Even if the way he presents himself isn't as genuine. Xyr adoptive parents would tell xem to always take the time to get to learn those around xem, or at least acknowledge them with a hello, depending on the mood and situation. Micah does enjoy taking the time to interact with people like public drivers, janitors, and cashiers. They're all human in the end, alive. Meeting a passersby who needs to meet a future family addition, Micah smiles and silently wishes him best with his future.

❛ don't worry, i won't trap you here for too long, but i believe i have advil for you to take ❜  Micah offers to the man when they enter the house together. From the energy of Antigods and other such non-human entities that the place holds, he may sense something is off about this environment, although xe tries to bring a sense of serenity by playing music through the tv in the living room where xe takes him to, playing soft indie music. ❛ what's your name, by the way ? i'm micah ! ❜ While Micah waits for him to return xem his name, xe obtains the Advil labelled container from the kitchen room and hands it to him with a glass cup of water.

❛ i can't imagine how it must feel like to be in touch with someone who'll be your parent-in-law one day ❜  it makes xem think of how xe could've have the parents of Adoniram who xe could see xemself married as xyr parents-in-law, although it's unfortunate when Adoniram was reaching to eighteen, his parents had passed away. Xe wonders if his parents would be happy with them together. Micah mentally shakes the thought and xyr smile softens. ❛ well, i was adopted into a family when i was five and i'd have to meet my extended relatives, so i think the feelings must be similar ❜ the fear of judgment and expectations. the wondering if who one simply is will truly be deemed enough.

❛ if i may ask, how long have you been in touch with your partner's parents ? or is this one of your first few visits with them ? ❜ 

UNEXPECTED  STRANGER  meets  him  with  gentleness  instead  of  suspicion,  yet  the  facade  in  which  the  other  abides  patiently.  A  play  both  had  roles  to  play,  rounding  each  other  until  all  predatory  fangs  were  assessed.  ❛ not  really,  but  i  have  to  say  falling  into  your  property  was  not  in  the  plans ❜  using  the  reached  hand  as  leverage,  body  is  hoisted  to  stand  once  more,  eyes  scrunching  in  exertion  during  the  process.  Palms  sweep  off  the  stray  strands  of  verdant  grass  lost  in  his  hoodie,  eyes  navigating  through  the  fabric  concentrated  on  formulating  a  plausible  story.

The  suggestion  raises  his  gaze,  mouth  opens  to  protest  despite  the  other  already  motioning  for  him  to  enter.  ❛ no,  no,  no  pasa  nada.  it's  very  kind  of  you,  but  i  don't  mean  to  disturb  you  more ❜  To  present  a  certain  resistance  fitted  to  the  image  he  intended  to  paint,  ceding  only  after  the  second  insistence.  ❛ bueno,  if  you  insist.  i  could  use  some  minutes  to  see  if  this  ache  goes  away  before  i  have  to  go  again.  i  don't  want  to  meet  my  future  father-in-law  like  this ❜  lips  don't  stretch  much,  unveiling  a  small  curve  masking  the  lie  they  recite.

Thinking at almost 4am about how each main Starwaker is a specific form of love. How the Starwake System truly is the constellation made of love as a whole created and developed from different places and different times. How the existences of the system and every Starwakers had always been created to love another in their own ways and be loved by others in each other’s ways that can be translated to sunlight, moonlight, starlight; lovelight.

Hi! ♡ I'm comfortable to explain it openly for this post that we, especially I, tend to experience dissociation from having these dissociative disorders ( derealization-depersonalization as well as dissociative identity disorders ). I'm transmasc. agender, so I also tend to change my name with my gender in mind. After going through a long time of often changing my real + alias names, and finding discomfort in going only by one name, I decided to compile a list of names I strongly align with at the moment to go by. I prefer if these are used interchangeably, but I ultimately don't mind if one or few are used mainly or people later decide to call me by different names more often. Bolded names are what I align myself with and favor to be called by the most. If you wish to address / acknowledge us as a whole cluster, then you're welcome to use our collective name, Chimereus, or C.C. for short.

Aster, Astriblade, Astrohound, Atlas, Barks, Bites, Bubbles, Cinnamoroll, Cerberus, Cry, Dante, Detective, Dogstar, Eevee, Eldritch, Hound, Howl, Jack, Jackknife, Kaiju, Knife, Mihangel, Mephistopheles, Laika, Morningstar, Paradox, Saint, Scout, Sirius, Stellifer, Switchblade, Valentine, Umbreon, Veemon, V-star, Wolfsblade, Wylf.

song of achilles rp starters

by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better  ♡

❝  i saw then how i had changed.  ❞ ❝  name one hero who was happy — you can’t.  ❞ ❝  i feel like i could eat the world raw.  ❞ ❝  you are half my soul, as the poets say.  ❞ ❝  i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me.  ❞ ❝  i do not fear ridicule. i never have.  ❞ ❝  you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect.  ❞ ❝  do you hear me? please, say something.  ❞ ❝  your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me.  ❞ ❝  you do not give things up so easily now as you once did.  ❞ ❝  now i know how to make you follow me everywhere.  ❞ ❝  i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness.  ❞ ❝  there is no law that gods must be fair.  ❞ ❝  i have never seen anyone fight the way you do.  ❞ ❝  our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses.  ❞ ❝  the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin.  ❞ ❝  when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you.  ❞ ❝  you were always better with words than i.  ❞ ❝  i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me.  ❞ ❝  you smile, and your face is like the sun.  ❞ ❝  i thought you were — something. you do not — you do not move like a human.  ❞ ❝  do you want to walk up to the woods?  ❞ ❝  you can’t be very wounded if you can stand for so long.  ❞ ❝  there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw.  ❞ ❝  we are like gods at the dawning of the world.  ❞ ❝  nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity.  ❞ ❝  i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest.  ❞ ❝  those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all.  ❞ ❝  you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you.  ❞ ❝  it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.  ❞ ❝  you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it.  ❞ ❝  i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it — in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom.  ❞ ❝  if you have to go, you know i will go with you.  ❞ ❝  there is no one like you.  ❞ ❝  we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal.  ❞ ❝  and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.  ❞ ❝  who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win.  ❞ ❝  do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost.  ❞ ❝  you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough.  ❞ ❝  no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.  ❞ ❝  strange that such a small kindness feels like grace.  ❞ ❝  you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.  ❞ ❝  i cannot bear to see you grieving.  ❞ ❝  i remember little more than scattered images from my life then.  ❞ ❝  i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world.  ❞ ❝  i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each other’s throats.  ❞ ❝  in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards.  ❞ ❝  you may still make a good person.  ❞ ❝  you don’t bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening.  ❞ ❝  the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back.  ❞ ❝  i hoped that you would come.  ❞ ❝  the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad.  ❞ ❝  i have weathered the anger of gods before.  ❞ ❝  i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence.  ❞ ❝  there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said.  ❞ ❝  you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you?  ❞ ❝  my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief.  ❞ ❝  i will not cry in front of you.  ❞ ❝  listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you.  ❞ ❝  there is no honor in betraying your friends.  ❞ ❝  i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt.  ❞ ❝  i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes.  ❞ ❝  i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other.  ❞ ❝  gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories.  ❞ ❝  you will be dead soon enough.  ❞ ❝  you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed.  ❞ ❝  you left yourself today. and now you are returned.  ❞ ❝  you are a better person than i.  ❞ ❝  whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have.  ❞ ❝  you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know.  ❞ ❝  my life is my reputation. it is all i have.  ❞ ❝  may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind.  ❞ ❝  what are you thinking about?  ❞ ❝  even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me.  ❞ ❝  the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire.  ❞ ❝  do you think we fight hopeless wars?  ❞ ❝  it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal.  ❞ ❝  if every soldier killed only those who’d personally offended him, we’d have no wars at all.  ❞ ❝  no one has ever tried to take something from me.  ❞ ❝  stay behind me.  ❞ ❝  will you help me put the rest of my armor on?  ❞ ❝  your face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable.  ❞ ❝  i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end.  ❞ ❝  your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore.  ❞ ❝  he is not worthy of you. he never has been.  ❞ ❝  will you tell me who hurt you?  ❞ ❝  it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking.  ❞ ❝  i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you.  ❞ ❝  you have always thought too much of yourself.  ❞ ❝  some men gain glory after they die, while others fade.  ❞ ❝  even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for.  ❞ ❝  our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other.  ❞ ❝  you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely.  ❞ ❝  you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again.  ❞ ❝  i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom.  ❞ ❝  you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.  ❞ ❝  when there is greed, there is hope.  ❞ ❝  i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down.  ❞ ❝  you are angry, and not without reason.  ❞ ❝  you feel mislead; you were promised victory.  ❞ ❝  you know, it’s funny; i keep thinking i’ve seen you before.  ❞