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Disappointment Sentences

(Sentences for muses facing disappointment, and those disappointed in them. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You disappoint me."

"You are the benchmark for all my disappointments."

"You never did lose well."

"You're out of control."

"You still don't approve of my lifestyle, do you?"

"I have never been so disappointed in my life."

"Yeah, that sticks with you, doesn't it? Not being good enough?"

"I am disappointed. I should have thought that you would have devised something more original."

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad. Well, maybe a little."

"I used to look up to you, but now? Now, you're pathetic."

"I'm getting tired of your insecurities."

"You have let your heart overrule common sense. It's very disappointing."

"At this point, you must be beginning to comprehend the stunning totality of your failure."

"How come you can't be smart like that?"

"I find your attitude rather disappointing, if I may say."

"You know the words I want to say to you the most right now?"

"Do I sense the cold silence of disapproval?"

"You know, coming up through the ranks, you were my hero. Given enough time, I guess everyone cracks."

"Oh, you're really not as smart as I thought you were. I guess I gave you too much credit."

"I must warn you that my patience is not inexhaustible."

"I guess I just thought you had so much more potential, you know?"

"My decision disappoints you?"

"Don't be sorry. Be better."

"No excuses. You're better than this. It's pathetic!"

"Young people are disappointing. I find they become tolerable around the age of 35."

"I cannot abide useless people."

"Do you want congratulations? Some praise? Well, you better get it somewhere else because I'm just about done with your bullshit."

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"-but has it ever occured to you that I don't want to change?" He replied, pulling back fro the embrace.

That would be the easy way out. But the type of change she suggested wasn't something he was interested in. It wasn't like he had to overcome something - he wasn't the victim.

"It doesn't make a difference- "

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"You shouldn't have done that- "

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"Not just yet I take it," he replies quietly in response to the small sound escaping her, and his arms tightening around her as she pulls up closer to him, meeting her lips briefly.

"Now that's an idea I can get behind- "

"-though I'm sure you will be bored out of your mind before the year is out-"

He's trying to keep things light - the way he usually does when the topic of her 'work trips' is brought up. It's a part of who she is - arguably more so than he is. Lucius can't see a genuine discussion about that going well.

This time, however, something seems different. Chris isn't the type to get emotional, but he can tell she's spent. "I love you too -" he assures, stroking through her hair as their lips meet again. Then he mumbles "I'm glad you're home," against her lips, pulling the covers up around them both.

“ i love waking up next to you. “

He had drifted in and out of consciousness a couple of times this morning, each time deciding he wasn't quite ready to escape the comfort of his bed. It was cold and dreary outside, rain hitting the windows mercilessly all morning and the sound of it was almost soothing. Eyes still closed, a smile settled around his lips when he heared her speak.

It did not often happen that Lucius managed to enjoy sleep anymore. In fact, most of the time, sleep was a much dreaded - almost feared - part of his day. Years had passed since his serving The Dark Lord, but the impact of that period of his life still manifested itself - no longer during his every waking moment as it had once done - in his subconscious.

It was different when she was home. Most of the time, Chris's presence alone was enough to keep him balanced. To keep him from slipping back to memories - real or, as he sometimes suspected them to be, conjured up by a damaged mind. Tonight - the first night she had been home in nearly two weeks - she'd done just that.

Not that he'd tell her as much. He had - once - but that was years ago, when he hadn't known how else to ask her to stay in the room with him while he slept. It wasn't love back then - it was something he'd needed. When they had first become a couple, his dependency along with his inability to come to terms with it had caused plenty of fights. Fights that, in hindsight, he would have to take credit for. If Chris wasn't the kind of person who could be tied down, he was not, normally, the kind of man who depended on others, and the realization that he needed her had made him bitter, rather than grateful for the fact that, if only he could voice it, she would do whatever in her means to help.

He turned onto his back, putting an arm around her to pull her close "I'm glad you're back."

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These past few months, Chris had been gone more often than not and had had little time to recover in between different assignments. When he heard her mention 'a few days', he couldn't help but wonder if that meant a few days was all she planned to allow herself.

"Don't worry about calling-" he replied "I wasn't expecting you for a few days to come so it's a pleasant surprise."

"Did you come straight to bed last night?" He figured she'd taken a shower along the way. Chris hardly ever came home straight from a job, but a good hot bath never hurt to settle back into home.

"I could draw you a bath?" He didn't suggest making breakfast. Subjecting her to his cooking wouldn't be considered an act of kindness. "We could drive into town for breakfast if you're up to it?"

“ i love waking up next to you. “

He had drifted in and out of consciousness a couple of times this morning, each time deciding he wasn't quite ready to escape the comfort of his bed. It was cold and dreary outside, rain hitting the windows mercilessly all morning and the sound of it was almost soothing. Eyes still closed, a smile settled around his lips when he heared her speak.

It did not often happen that Lucius managed to enjoy sleep anymore. In fact, most of the time, sleep was a much dreaded - almost feared - part of his day. Years had passed since his serving The Dark Lord, but the impact of that period of his life still manifested itself - no longer during his every waking moment as it had once done - in his subconscious.

It was different when she was home. Most of the time, Chris's presence alone was enough to keep him balanced. To keep him from slipping back to memories - real or, as he sometimes suspected them to be, conjured up by a damaged mind. Tonight - the first night she had been home in nearly two weeks - she'd done just that.

Not that he'd tell her as much. He had - once - but that was years ago, when he hadn't known how else to ask her to stay in the room with him while he slept. It wasn't love back then - it was something he'd needed. When they had first become a couple, his dependency along with his inability to come to terms with it had caused plenty of fights. Fights that, in hindsight, he would have to take credit for. If Chris wasn't the kind of person who could be tied down, he was not, normally, the kind of man who depended on others, and the realization that he needed her had made him bitter, rather than grateful for the fact that, if only he could voice it, she would do whatever in her means to help.

He turned onto his back, putting an arm around her to pull her close "I'm glad you're back."

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Wesley grins "Wasn't going to suggest going out-" but maybe he should take it as a compliment she thought he was up to that. A movie. He hadn't watched a movie in months, but it was a good suggestion. That way, they could pass some time without the need to fill up space with conversation. Perhaps it could even manage to get his mind of things for a while.

"But yeah - sure - a movie actually sounds good." He reaches for the remote, flicking through different channels. After a little while, he passes it to her. "Maybe you'd rather pick?"

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“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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"It goes without saying I don't have any expectations regarding our... relationship- for lack of a better word. I'm just telling you because I'm sure that there is a reason they mentioned it- and we're going to find out what it means sooner or later anyway. Best be prepared." He nods, surprised by how well she took it. Part of him had expected her to be more upset at the notion, but he was glad she wasn't. He didn't think he had the energy to argue.

"Now -" he glances up at the clock, and to his surprise, it's not that late yet. At least, not late enough to excuse himself to bed.

"How do you want to spend your first evening back in the realm of the living?"

lilahemorgan

“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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"Well-" a forced smile, and a pause. He'd had his fair share of drinks today, and while he'd built up quite a tolerance he was definitely beginning to feel the effects at this point. He probably wouldn't have started this conversation sober.

"For one, I'm fairly certain I've bartered my soul." He tries to make light of it, but doesn't quite manage to keep the fear out of his voice. Strange. He hadn't thought he still cared about something like that.

But that wasn't the part he was dreading to tell her about. "And there is something else - and I need you to understand that this wasn't my idea or...request - but you're...tied to me. And before you ask...I don't know what exactly that entails -" It had been added as a side note, and the conversation had been ended before be could ask.

lilahemorgan

“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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It didn't sound pleasant - but at least it didn't sound like she'd been to Hell. Or like she'd physically suffered while she was on the other side. Still, he figured it was probably a good thing she didn't remember much of it.

"I suppose that might be a good thing -" then there is a pause, time occupied by refilling their drinks as he tries to keep conversation going while avoiding the long list of topics that would issue painful conversation.

"So...there is one thing we should probably talk about." He sighs after a little while. He had been meaning to put it off until tomorrow, but maybe it was better to just tell her.

"The partners- they - well I suppose it wouldn't surprise you if I told you that this deal I've made isn't going to be as good as it sounds?"

lilahemorgan

“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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He nods, motioning for her to have a seat and tossing her a blanket. A couple minutes later, they're both settled with take out and drinks. It had been a while since he'd had dinner with someone - not counting the various bits and pieces he'd shared with the rest of the group over work those last few days - when they could still fool themselves into believing they were going to find a way out of this mess. How long ago was that?

"So how...what happened to you?"

"I'm sorry - " he puts the rest of his food on the coffee table. He hadn't even finished half of it. "You don't have to talk about it- of course-"

lilahemorgan

“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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Wesley's eyes snapped open only when she spoke, though he was far from asleep. Turning his head, he pauses at the sight of her dressed in one of his shirts, looking very...ordinary. Ordinary in the best sense. Like everything that had gone down in the past few years had fallen away.

"Yeah, of course, we'll...make a few calls tomorrow - that is...How did you rent your apartment?" With her working for Wolfram and Hart, he wasn't all too sure she'd followed the regular procedures.

"In any case, food will be here soon...and your room for tonight should be ready soon. I understand if you prefer to have a bit of time to yourself?"

He isn't all too sure how to act around her and he can tell she's not very comfortable around him either, so while Wesley doesn't necessarily want to be alone, she should at least have the option to retreat.

lilahemorgan

“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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"I know I should probably tell you that I am - and I mean no disrespect to our charming hosts - but honestly... I can't say I'm fond of this type of gathering." He admits - voice barely above a whisper so that he's not entirely sure she would have heard it to begin with. Basil had never been a good liar, and while that often played to his disadvantage working for The Games, he didn't think it would spoil his chances of getting to know Fish.

They find their way to the bar. There, a young man was serving cocktails and as they placed their order, Basil was toying with a small stub of pencil in his coat pocket. If he had been introduced to her before, he would have suggested going some place more quiet. As it stood, he didn't want to give her the wrong impression.

"Are you? - Enjoying yourself, I mean?"

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Fish let out a charming little chuckle, secretly relieved that they had not met in person before. She knew very well that offending a Capitolite could tarnish her reputation, even now that she lived here. While she was a Capitol citizen on paper, she would always be District. A strange anomaly, stuck between two worlds.

"Thank you," she said gently for the compliment, looking just bashful enough for it to be endearing. "I'd be happy to have a drink with you, Mr. Hallward." And he was right, because soon enough Caesar had to leave her, but not without a reassuring smile and a fatherly pat on the shoulder.

She would eventually be accosted by people too, all eager for a piece of her attention. But for now, Basil Hallward could have her all to himself for a chat. "Are you having fun tonight?" she asked, mostly to be polite.

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"I'm sorry, but I don't-" he replies quietly. It's not like he hadn't cared, but after he's failed to burn her contract, Wesley had been rather convinced there was no saving her.

He scrapes his throath "I- I'll go get you something to wear, I'll leave it out in my room and I'll give you some privacy."

A few minutes later he's in the living room again, waiting for their take-out to arrive and knocking back another drink. His thoughts keep wandering back to that final night. So many things left unsaid - and then..." He hopes she hadn't - in some supernatural way - witnessed what he'd done to her after she'd passed away. Eyes closed, he still can't quite figure out why her. They would have given him anything - why her?

lilahemorgan

“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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"Here - I'll show you-" he got up again, walking her through his bedroom and the adjoining bathroom where he began to lay out a couple of towels and shower gel.

"-again, probably not your first choice-" he grins, holding out a bottle of 2-in-1 body and hair wash. He remembers she hadn't exactly been impressed by his selection before.

"You'd probably have more luck if you were to check the other rooms- but I suppose it'll do for now? As for something to wear..."

He didn't exactly want to go look through Fred's stuff - and he doubted it'd fit her anyway. "I'll send someone to get you something by morning, for now...I can offer you a pair of sweatpants and a shirt?"

lilahemorgan

“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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At the mention of cheese fries and bacon, she actually manages to bring a small smile to his face.

"No food in the afterlife?" He asks, pushing himself up to get a bunch of leaflets from the kitchen counter, placing them in front of her on the coffee table.

"If you can find a place that delivers cheese fries - I suppose they're part of the deal. I'll have someone fix up a room for you - as for fresh clothes...I can't promise it'll be flattering, but I'm sure I can gather something. Maybe - start with a shower?"

Not that she looked like she needed one, but he figured it might help her feel more grounded. More herself. After all, she'd died wearing those clothes, and if they didn't exactly inspire happy memories in him, he was sure they weren't helping her either.

lilahemorgan

“But you said he’s gone.. so you could take the penthouse.. “ it made more sense than just leaving it empty. She took the drink from him and took a few sips. She then set the drink down on the counter as she took a seat. “I don’t have anywhere else to go no, they didn’t exactly set me up in anyway before they basically threw me back into the lobby alive..” she explained before taking a few more sips of her drink. “I’m not sure if I’m okay with living here though..” she’d never had to worry about it the first time around and if she were honest? She preferred having her own fully separate living space. @contriite (Wes)

"I'm not saying you should-" he shrugs. It's not like he had imagined that they would be moving in together. Their relationship - if it could be called as much - had never reached that stage,, && so much had happened that he'd be surprised if they were to continue it at all. Never mind his initial response to seeing her.

"I'm merely saying it could hold you over for a little while - give you some time to figure out an alternative."

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Faustus nods carefully. He hadn't expected her to voice critique, but when she did he found it only made her reply more credible. Very few people would voice a similar concern to him - and he had come to her because... Well, for one because he knew that flattery wasn't going to help him work this out. There were other reasons he had come to her, but those he wasn't ready to admit to. Not even to himself.

"Our current numbers are indeed somewhat concerning" he admits,

"While numbers are dwindling on a global scale, our coven has declined more than most."

They had been big once. Not even that long ago really. When he had taken over from Edward as High Priest, he had taken over a coven twice as large as the one currently under his care. Was that his doing? Had the Dark Lord abandoned the Church of Night? Faustus did his best to abandon that line of thought. All in good time.

"Do you think-" he stopped himself, suddenly unsure about how to proceed. He couldn't very well ask her if she held him responsible.

"I have...prayed for our coven to be restored to its former glory on many occasions"

“That is precisesly the matter I’ve been debating over the past few days-”

“-but you are my oldest friend so I don’t see why I should conceal my motives from you, even if the others must - for their own wellbeing - be left in the dark.”

He scraped his throat, && while he had practiced this very conversation countless times before, Faustus found that for once words did not come naturally to him.

“Would you not say our coven has….thrived; these past decades? Would you not say our accademy were one of the finest in this part of the world?”

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It took him a couple of seconds to really capture what she was staying, his mind still caught in a state between sleeping and waking. Last night, he had the common sense not to question her return. While he had had no idea what time it was, he had realized that it was late. This morning, however, it wasn't as easy to push the habitual concerns about what she'd put herself through during her time away. Especially not when Chris dropped a rare hint that it had been bad.

Still, Lucius didn't want to spoil an otherwise perfect moment. Eyes fluttering open, he pulled the covers closer around the two of them and let his fingers brush through her hair absentmindedly.

"Are you alright?"

Would she tell him if she wasn't?

“ i love waking up next to you. “

He had drifted in and out of consciousness a couple of times this morning, each time deciding he wasn't quite ready to escape the comfort of his bed. It was cold and dreary outside, rain hitting the windows mercilessly all morning and the sound of it was almost soothing. Eyes still closed, a smile settled around his lips when he heared her speak.

It did not often happen that Lucius managed to enjoy sleep anymore. In fact, most of the time, sleep was a much dreaded - almost feared - part of his day. Years had passed since his serving The Dark Lord, but the impact of that period of his life still manifested itself - no longer during his every waking moment as it had once done - in his subconscious.

It was different when she was home. Most of the time, Chris's presence alone was enough to keep him balanced. To keep him from slipping back to memories - real or, as he sometimes suspected them to be, conjured up by a damaged mind. Tonight - the first night she had been home in nearly two weeks - she'd done just that.

Not that he'd tell her as much. He had - once - but that was years ago, when he hadn't known how else to ask her to stay in the room with him while he slept. It wasn't love back then - it was something he'd needed. When they had first become a couple, his dependency along with his inability to come to terms with it had caused plenty of fights. Fights that, in hindsight, he would have to take credit for. If Chris wasn't the kind of person who could be tied down, he was not, normally, the kind of man who depended on others, and the realization that he needed her had made him bitter, rather than grateful for the fact that, if only he could voice it, she would do whatever in her means to help.

He turned onto his back, putting an arm around her to pull her close "I'm glad you're back."