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#just coming up with ideas while having the titles is so diffrent /pos
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okay i saw the lil fake fic ask game and i think its silly
yes these are all song lyrics [im shit at titles, and thats how i usually title my fics]
"Dead come talking [cant put them to rest]"
"We're at this stumbling phase of the midnight waltz"
"Where I die in, die in, die in your arms"
do with these what you will, i like seeing ur words, i think theyre neat :D /nf
Me when me when me when-
(honestly, mood. I think there's like 2 or 3 fable fics of mine that don't have song lyrics as titles, but the other 40 something-)
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[Dead Come Talking (Can't Put Them To Rest)]
They couldn't bring her back. They can't. There's no way to. They almost laugh, pulling their wings close for comfort. It's not funny, far from it. They've tried so so hard to fix it; sweep decaying, withering bones out and, in return, have her back. And. They can't.
Or - There's a skeleton in their closet, and a ghost lurking in the corners. They just want to fix it. (They can't.)
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[We're At This Stumbling Phase Of The Midnight Waltz]
Of the things Rae could do, dancing was not one of them. You would think, prince and all, that he could (or at the least he'd remember he could), but you'd be very wrong. Dancing was up in that category of skills that he did not have.
Or - A traitor and a prince dance under the stars. (Neither of them ever claimed to be good at it.)
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[Where I Die In, Die In, Die In Your Arms]
The med bay is white and dull and pristine. It's a stark comparison to their everything. They twirl a clean shard in their hand, pressing their fingers along the cracks in the amethyst. (They could crack it more. Shatter it into a million tinier pieces. Their wings already shattered and gone; what's a bit more?)
Or - A part of them dies that day, in the rain.
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Oh those were so fun, me when <33
(I having *thoughts* now)
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