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"You have no proof that it was me."

❝ That is true, yes. ❞            His eyes were steady on the other. If she was            not the one who had abducted his beloved             wine. Perhaps another more subtle human             who was capable of thieving alcohol for the           love of it should be in concentration.                                               I S A B E L L A

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“Must one be lonely to enjoy the attention?” Leilani sat down on a stool next to the other and scooted closer. Leaning in, she whispered, “Don’t look now, but someone’s trying to pickpocket you.” Her eyes flickered over his shoulder to the young boy unsuccessfully fidgeting nearby, and she smiled. “Thought you might want to know.”

       Without a glance behind him Antonio grabbed the boy by the arm  & grabbed the money he tried to steal from the Antivans pocket. He smiled down at the boy & threw a couple of sovereign down to him.                               ❝ young man, you must practice more, yes? ❞   He glanced back at the lady & leaned into his seat          Raising an eyebrow as the young lad ran off with the sovereigns.                                          ❝ I thought the child had the potential                                                   to perhaps take it all, you know. ❞  

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ooc; guys I reactivated my Alistair account :P @lxsttrousers if you want to go check my og bby out xD plus I might just chill on his page for a lil

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youriinquisitorialness replied to your post

It's also this time of day tbh! No one is active now except the rare European unicorns. But I don't doubt that once da4 comes out we'll be flooded with new blogs from everywhere. Just wait for it xD

ooc; mah heart, I cri. I can’t wait until the fourth one comes out ;-;

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❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞

          ❝ Then you mustn’t worry. ❞                   His eyes narrowed with concern as the tension                    changed between them. Although she had                    only been an acquaintance, the importance to                   respect another’s decision was valued to                    Antonio.                                            ❝ I will not force you to speak, what                                                         what you do not want to say. ❞

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richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞

❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞

❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞

❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞

❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞

❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞

❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞

❝  history repeats itself.  ❞

❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞

❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞

❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞

❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞

❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞

❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞

❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞

❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞

❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞

❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞

❝  i take it back.  ❞

❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞

❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞

❝  what more do you want?  ❞

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞

❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞

❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞

❝  you had not expected this.  ❞

❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞

❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞

❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞

❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞

❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞

❝  do you love yourself?  ❞

❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞

❝  you wanted more.  ❞

❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞

❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞

❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞

❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞

❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞

❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞

❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞

❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞

❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞

❝  please keep him safe.  ❞

❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞

❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞

❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞

❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞

❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞

❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞

❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞

❝  we are not dirty.  ❞

❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞

❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞

❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞

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’ I said, how do you do? ’ (hello! ^^)

SNOW WHITE SENTENCE STARTERS ↳  Accepting.

        His lips curled into a smirk as he adjusted           himself to face the other. He rested his chin upon his hand            & glanced up at the woman standing in front of him.                         ❝ Must I look that lonely to                                 acquire a strangers attention?  ❞  

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° • ☆ ————— SNOW WHITE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ She’s a female! And all females is poison! ’ ’ They’re full of wicked wiles! ’ ’ What are wicked wiles? ’ ’ Now what are you, and who are you doin’ here? ’ ’ You’re Sleepy! ’ ’ How’d you guess? ’ ’ You mean he/she can’t talk? ’ ’ Speak! Let me see thy face. ’ ’ Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all? ’ ’ Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow. ’ ’ The huntsman has brought me proof. ’ ’ ‘Tis the heart of a pig you hold in your hand. ’ ’ The heart of a pig! Then I’ve been tricked! ’ ’ Find some secluded glade where she can pick wildflowers. ’ ’ And there, my faithful huntsman, you will kill her! ’ ’ Silence! You know the penalty if you fail. ’ ’ But to make doubly sure you do not fail, bring back her heart in this. ’ ’ I beg of Your Highness, forgive me. ’ ’ I can’t. I can’t do it! Forgive me. ’ ’ Why, I don’t understand. ’ ’ She’s mad! Jealous of you! She’ll stop at nothing! ’ ’ Now, quick, child, run! Run away, hide! ’ ’  In the woods, anywhere! Never come back! Now go! Go! Run! Run! Hide! ’ ’ I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. ’ ’ But you don’t know what I’ve been through. ’ ’ I was afraid. I’m so ashamed of the fuss I made. ’ ’ What a cute little chair. ’ ’ Oh, dear! I wonder if the children are. ’ ’ I said, how do you do? ’ ’ Shh! Not so loud. You’ll wake her up. ’ ’ A fine bunch of water lilies you turned out to be. ’ ’ I’d like to see anybody make me wash, if I didn’t wanna. ’ ’ Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. ’ ’ A blast of wind to fan my hate. ’ ’ Now, begin thy magic spell. ’ ’ But wait! There may be an antidote. ’ ’ There may be an antidote. Nothing must be overlooked. ’ ’ It’s apple pies that make the menfolks’ mouths water. ’ ’ Yes, but wait till you taste one, dearie. ’ ’ Like to try one, hm? Go on. Go on, have a bite. ’ ’ I’ll share a secret with you. ’ ’ This is no ordinary apple, it’s a magic wishing apple. ’ ’ One bite, and all your dreams will come true. ’ ’ Now, make a wish, and take a bite. ’ ’ Oh, I feel strange. ’ ’ Her breath will still. Her blood congeal. ’ ’ Now I’ll be fairest in the land! ’ ’ But, where will you sleep? ’ ’ No! No! I mean we’ll be comfortable, won’t we? ’ ’ I’d like to dance and tap my feet. ’ ’ Now, I’m warnin’ ya. Don’t let nobody or nothin’ in the house. ’ ’ Thirsty? Have a drink! ’ ’ Dip the apple in the brew. Let the Sleeping Death seep through. ’ ’ Look! On the skin! The symbol of what lies within. ’ ’ Have a bite? ’ ’ Want to know a secret? Promise not to tell? ’ ’ We are standing by a wishing well. ’ ’ Your wish will soon come true. ’ ’ Why, the whole place is clean. ’ ’ They ain’t stole. They’re hid in the cupboard. ’ ’ My cup’s been washed. Sugar’s gone. ’ ’ Don’t touch that, you fools! Might be poison. ’ ’ See? It’s witch’s brew. ’ ’ I couldn’t help it. I can’t tell. When you gotta, you gotta. ’ ’ Please don’t send me away. If you do, she’ll kill me. ’ ’ She knows everything. She’s full of black magic! ’ ’ She can even make herself invisible. Pfft! Might be in this room right now! ’ ’ Next thing you know, she’ll be tyin’ your beards up in pink ribbons. ’ ’ If you let me stay, I’ll keep house for you. ’ ’ I’ll wash and sew and sweep and cook. ’ ’ Uh, can you make dapple lumplings? ’ ’ We’ll clean the house and surprise them. ’ ’ Yes! We, we gotta save her! ’ ’ Don’t be afraid. We’re right behind you. ’ ’ Oh, it’s adorable! Just like a doll’s house. ’ ’ Supper’s not quite ready. You’ll just have time to wash. ’ ’ I’ll fix ya! I’ll crush your bones! ’ ’ And now, a special sort of death… for one so fair. ’

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ooc: Offline. As a smol child, I have unfortunate responsibilities. 

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It wasn’t often one braved confronting the very odd, very sickly looking fellow wedged off by himself in some lone corner of any one established place. He appeared worse for the wear, haggardly and too skinny for his height, and mismatched garments not entirely fit for him. Certainly a presence stirring caution amongst those casually wandering by. 

Pale eyes shifted to regard the voice risen in conversation, words directed to him instead of at him. It wasn’t unusual for him to filter into an exchange without being directly involved, those curious to his presence but not enough to breach the barriers held between them. And that was only if he allowed himself to be known. 

He didn’t have to.

Sometimes he lingered hunkered out of sight, as irrelevant as the shadows. Or at least, existing as a feature of the world that not many would deem interesting enough for acknowledgement.

His silence, along with the distant look filtered through those pale eyes, it almost seemed he missed the question asked of him.

“What do you like to be called?” It wasn’t the answer to what had been inquired, but his own question, unusual, really, conjured seemingly from nothing. But he felt things. He felt things and he interpreted them the best he could with what information he had.

                   With every action the other did left Antonio more & more intrigued. He knew this boy was different from the rest. People spoke of him, they spoke of his a b i l i t i e s. But even so the boy to the Antivan was ineffable. His body image, his structure.  Antonio stood when the boy asked him about his name & placed his fist on his chest that was followed by a bow.                  ❝ Antonio.                            I, am from the sweet & beautiful country of Antiva. ❞

He held the pint out to the boy in front of him.                    ❝ come, drink with me. ❞      The flames of the Tavern illuminated his skin as the air was lifted by the slightly off tune vocals of bulls boys. 

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Gannicus in Spartacus: Gods of the Arena (2011) 

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                                                    in this line of work                                        the only thing worth falling in love with                                                        is work itself

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❝ Can I be honest, love? ❞                  Antonia placed his pint down & rested his chin in his                  hand. His eyes were droopy as he glanced at the other.

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So show me where my armor ends, Show me where my skin begins.

Sleeping At Last, Pluto- Edge of Darkness (via theunrequitedlover)

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Saxa.