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when u did that disney prince filter trend to see if the result looks like ur boyfriend or nah

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me being completely normal as i think about h0b falling head over heels for your muse

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his excitement runs down her body like a blush.

the lady tries not to think too much of it. of course he would be delighted, she thinks. anyone who has been stuck here for centuries, now having offered to opportunity to travel would find whatever she suggested exciting. although ... she will admit that she would not have expected this much enthusiasm from the other. the lady smiles, slow, as she pushes back strands of wavy hair with the wet cloth, her movement slow. methodical.

❛⠀i have thought of it.  ❜ she says simply to his query on whether it'd be a possibility. in truth, johanna had long sketched some probable prototypes she believes expert automatons could do well to improve and make a reality of. in her head, she's already identified a few names she could contact to further discuss the machinations and details of. how would it fit to orpheus, and how would it look to the outside gaze.

❛⠀we could... travel within greece at first. visit the locale to begin with. you have more protection here, after all.  ❜ and then maybe they could venture out slightly further, if he deems the mechanical body has suited him well, and is comfortable. ❛⠀would you like that, my lord orpheus ?  ❜

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Moments like this are what get Orpheus through the difficult days. He finds comfort in Lady Johanna's company, craving her gentle touch in a way that's come to surprise him. He finds himself more frequently admiring her, the way her hair falls and her clothes drape. He adores seeing her like this, it's intimate in a way that he can't possibly begin to describe. He feels like he's getting all of her, like they're in their own world, just the two of them.

He begins to protest, but is too distracted by her smile and the gentle touch to his jaw, hanging onto every word that leaves her lips. His eyes widen slightly, the offer taking him by surprise. He cannot comprehend why she would want to do all of this for him - Why she cares so much. He has little to offer her except conversation and songs.

"You would do that for me?" His mouth feels dry, half afraid that if he hopes too much, he'll disappoint himself. "Do you think it's a possibility?" The places they could see together. Assuming that Lady Johanna would like to go with him. Perhaps she's eager to get him out so that he'll seek other distractions and she can have a moment's peace. "I would love that. And you need not worry about my mother, I will speak with her. She wants me to be happy. I cannot see her having an issue with this, if you can make it happen." The guardians are another story, but Orpheus will tackle them later.

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he knows he can fuck whoever — and whatever — he wants. the prejudice and biases of what he finds he's willing to fuck, and probably will fuck in the foreseeable future, isn't in the question here. it's— it's the fact that he's been waist-deep, possibly head-deep, in his mourning for— for his friend, that he'd went about and decided that a creation of his is— is enough. or was enough.

or it had to be enough.

and okay. alright. hob isn't some prude. he understands the concept of a rebound like any person with sexual comprehension, but it's one thing doing it when you're gettin' over a break-up, innit ? it's another when— when the one you've longed for, still cried over a little bit is ... well, dead. fuck. fuuuuuck. this is sending all sorts of signals to his brain— and not the good kind.

❛⠀not— not when... not when you're— a part of him,  ❜ he tries to stammer out, furrowing his brows as he does, wondering rather belatedly if it makes sense. ❛⠀are you ?  ❜ @nightmarecountry

continued, rebounding with hob and the 2nd corinthian.

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❛⠀the matter of you taking our sister death's hand should not be hinged on what others deserves, ❜ destiny speaks, and should there be a judgemental air to it, then so be it. destiny often does not pry himself into the matter of others : he cannot, truly, for he is the watcher of life. he is the over-seer. the lord observer himself. if he pries, then what would be of choices and chances ? what would be that of life which makes it ever-enthralling, and unique, regardless of how many it has touched ?

and yet—

the eldest speaks, and he casts his judgement.

destiny does not mean to be cruel. to an extent, perhaps, he understands the long-carried grief to which his younger brother carries; he may even be able to comprehend with which the fates had certainly pushed him into a corner, with no certain way to get out, making the responsibilities he'd uphold for so long felt all the heavier. but destiny could not help but feel ... no, not anger. destiny never angers.

but he is — slighted, perhaps, that his younger would carve his path so simply to one, single, definite end.

dream, who was created precisely so that there'd be ways for one to live; so that there'd be more tales than one simply living, only to die. ❛⠀is this all what's left of life for you , my younger ? do you not wish to dream anymore ? to tempt or allude fate, to give yourself another ending ? has grief consumed you so, and our sister despair's clutch upon you so deep ? is this only the request you will ask of me ? ❜

only to look out for others, destiny does not continue with. or have you forgotten that you, too, are young to me ?

❛⠀i ask again : is our sister death the path you will choose ? ❜

Funny, how many things become a self fulfilling prophecy in this world. Or maybe, Dream wonders, if it is people fighting the inevitable, for how did one know if it was inevitable if they did not fight it? 

In the past he would have chased that thought around his head for days, now he simply accepts it. There is no more time, and he feels as if he knows the truth now. That some things are written in stone, and every attempt to escape it, simply brings it closer to your door. 

While Dream had always been surrounded, he had spent a long time, eons, universes, feeling so disconnected from the universe around him. For his realm was the intangible. The effects he had on the world were subtle and he could not touch the mortals directly, at least not most of the time. He planted ideas, of fears, hopes, stories and goals…and he watched them grow, and hoped that they went to good homes, and hoped that mortal lives did the best with them that they could. 

He has indeed felt alone, more than he would like to admit. 

And it has left him with this choice, one that he has already made, and one he knows many are unhappy with…and yet he suspects many of them may have made the same choice he did.

“It is…” There is a quiet resignation in his voice, but with hope, that something better takes his place. Someone who is better at putting other people first. Including his family. While there is little time he has left, he can give their sister what she had always wanted. “It is what she deserves.” Because she did deserve better, more than what their parents had given her, more than the things people had done to her.

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hob doesn't want to talk about the weeks leading up to this moment.

he couldn't recall having gotten this— this bad before. when he'd lost peggy, maybe, all those years ago during the blitz. then, there had been the loss of robyn, though having been drowned as a witch in the years following certainly sobered him up enough that he'd finally gotten his shit together and made something of this life again. and hob knows, aye, that the happiness and joy will come around again; that when he does decide to take lady death's hand, however far long that might still be yet, there ought to be plenty more story he could tell morpheus then, all good and bad.

and see, there is much to say about the immortal man who supposedly loves living now fantasising about an after-life. like he said, he couldn't remember exactly having been this bad before, yet there isn't much he could do to genuinely cope with the grief that is still sitting so heavily in his chest. thinking of this... of this future helps, when the alternative would've been to fully sit in the abrupt hurt he's suddenly been saddled with.

with that said : so hob is going through a few difficult weeks.

a lot of his colleagues have chalked it up to the loss of audrey, and closer friends knew that professor robert goldstein was then met with another loss that he, until now, couldn't say the name of. and yes, he's a wreck. thankfully, he's managed to somehow pulled whatever's left of his wit into completing whatever remaining classes he's got until the spring term starts, which of course means that in between, he spent it primarily crying and drinking and then slotted in with more incorrigible sobbing while he tries to make his laundries or dares himself to cook. often time, he orders in; makes sure he's pre-paid and all so he wouldn't have to necessarily speak or meet with anybody unless he absolutely has to.

he didn't think he'd meet the new dream, @ordinariums, here, on his way back from sainsbury's, because that's another thing one must do regardless the state of the world — buying groceries. ❛⠀neither do i, ❜ says hob around a growing thickness in his throat. looking at— at this new dream doesn't hurt, it doesn't. he's sure they've done nothing wrong, by whatever lucienne and matthew filled in on hob later after the funeral. and yet, something tender inside aches regardless. still, hob smiles — friendly, earnest, even if it is admittedly still so painted with grief.

❛⠀well, um — should i escort you to where you're goin', or will you be heading straight to the dreaming, my- my friend ? ❜ because he is a friend, in a way. he used to be, or he will be.

continued, hob and daniel.

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"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

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THE SANDMAN (2022–2025) 2.01 Season of Mists

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Jenna Coleman as Lady Johanna Constantine in The Sandman 2.06

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inspired by the comics, but primarily headcanon based. the lady johanna was born johanna amelia constantine, to the lord and lady constantine. when she was around four years old, the lord and lady was hanged for treason and their family name was then further tarnished and stripped off its values, leaving her to grow primarily in poverty. it wasn't until 1985, when king george the third had acquired her services in retrieving the pandaro's box, that the lady was not only able to reinstate their noble title, and was able to possess blackwood manor, renamed as the infamous fawny rig.

her descendants : while i do not primarily write johanna as being properly married and subsequently birthing children given that she dedicated most of her life after 1794 loving orpheus, i do think (i) she either has an older brother, named michael constantine, who continued the lineage, and/or (ii) when she was nineteen, she was impregnated by a local baron whom she initially fell in love with. the baron ended up discarding her, but negotiated for their child, as the child was born a son rather than the daughters he already had with his legitimate wife. despite johanna's attempt to continue to see her son, eventually her search fell through. this could also be a way the lineage could've continued. regardless of the way the constantine line could trickle into the 21st century, i do generally regard both events — johanna with a brother, and her having a child out of wedlock — as canon to my interpretation.

interactions : the lady johanna is available to be interacted throughout the period when she was alive, which is around 1760 – 1859 ), in which you might find her primarily at orpheus' temple. i don't believe she weds orpheus ( out of fear that orpheus might view her as wanting to replace eurydice ) but she very much would have been referred to as the lady of the temple in her later years, which is a title she wears more pridefully than that bestowed to her by the king. in an alternate universe : she continues to live in the dreaming, just so she could keep orpheus company in his dreams, if he is not barred from it, or if dream would have made a place for them in it.

please be reminded that the lady johanna is not the same as johanna we saw in the 21st century. this interpretation is strictly based on the ancestor who existed within the 18th century. additionally, my blog does and will accept the 21st century's john and johanna both ( either as individual identities, or they're cousins who exists together in the same timeline ).

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tell me all your secrets. { orpheus to lady johanna }

❛⠀i fear if i tell you all, you would not be so keen of me. ❜ she says to him softly, despite the scarcity of any possible guardian roaming the temple at this time. and really, johanna had ought to be sleeping herself. it takes no studious academic nor a wise man to suspect that it is in the middle of the night, and despite master orpheus' longevity, surely he too must require his rest, and yet— there she is, having found her way to his company again.

had his mother known, surely she would fester johanna to bed so she could leave her son alone. johanna could never tell if the lady muse likes her, or if she fears her, thinking maybe that she would be another eurydice when johanna knows deep down that that notion is entirely preposterous. if anything, orpheus might be her eurydice, though that is a secret she is certain she will keep only within her mind and the confines of her journal.

orpheus, and the world, need not know.

to @sioraiocht now, the lady purses her lips, until : ❛⠀i had a child once. ❜ she admits, though the confession feels thick in her throat; like a ball wrapped in barbed wired had been pushed there, and it scratches the lines inside. johanna does not meet orpheus' eyes. instead, she curls into herself by the marble floor. she lets only the light of the moon to paint her. ❛⠀i had to give him away. i had thought ... the father might love me enough to marry me, but he did not. but he kept our son, and i— i hadn't an idea how fares he. better, i hope, than whatever i could provide for him. ❜

tortured poets department, accepting.

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all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february. { orpheus to lady johanna }

❛⠀that is quite specific, ❜ she laughs, low and quiet, a sound only to herself, as she wrings the cloth most of its water, watching the excess of it drips down into the bowl. in truth, there are many things ... perhaps, quite improper, about this arrangement. for one, the lady is aware that the task of cleaning orpheus are often designated to the guardians of this temple. second, that she herself is wearing only simple layers of clothing rather than the modesty required by the high london society. even her hair now falls like rivulet down her shoulders and back — though she gives it no notice.

after all, they would expect no guests today. and she would like to think she has been accustomed enough to the life, here, at this temple, that she could afford the luxury of casualness. or, at the very least, the lord himself has not spoken against it. ( and maybe, just maybe, the lady would like to imagine that orpheus might prefer her this way as well : dressed down only in ways those closest to her would often have the privilege to see, and he is not now the closest ? )

she brings the cloth up to @sioraiocht's hair, and begins to wet it.

❛⠀i suppose even my presence must bore you at some point, ❜ she teases him, cradling his jaw so gently. ❛⠀hush, i am not blaming you. ❜ she says quickly when she could see him beginning to protest. and then, just as tenderly, she continues, ❛⠀if it is the view that bothers you ... well, i've an idea — though your mother and the guardians of this temple might protest. ❜ a pause, a consideration. a hesitation, wondering if she would be in the wrong to continue.

❛⠀i could ... commissioned a body. nothing real, mind you. but real enough that no one would question if we were to tell them that you've simply lost all mobility and now in need of assistance. but — it would give an excuse. to see new places. to visit ... libraries, and towns, and theatre plays. ❜ with me, she doesn't add.

tortured poets department, accepting.

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❛ feels like i’m still a little kid that can’t make friends. ❜ ( to johanna, a little sad confession from morpheus )

❛ — and is that what you require, lord shaper ? friends ? ❜ the lady asks; uncertain why is it that a being such as he would seek her consult in such affairs. surely if he were to look further into her subconscious, he would find that, despite her wealth and whatever notoriety she'd accumulated since the reinstatement of her family's title, that she herself was not so fortunate in any matters concerning friendship or anything of the like. no one, after all, befriends a fallen aristicrat, former or otherwise.

let alone one who deals into the occult such as she.

only the king, perhaps, has held some sort favour to her — though even then, he sees her more as a tool than a lady.

only orpheus had ... the lady does not finish her thought, though the feeling overflows within her regardless. she does not know what it would mean if orpheus' lord father could sense it : this mindless romance she begins fashioning for his son whose heart has probably been given away to the one he could not bring back. perhaps that is always to be her luck : lady johanna, and her adventures in chasing ghosts. ❛ so the man who was with you when we first met ? he is not ... a friend ? ❜

a question of friendship, with lady johanna.

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Just saying, if you think Hob would want to die because Dream is dead, you don't understand his character. He's the metaphor for humanity, he was the most basic human in given centuries. He was a peasant, like many more, he was a member of aristocracy, a beggar, a slave trader, a sailor, a scholar, a teacher. Like many before and after him. He's adapting to the new reality just like humanity, with humanity. Hob is just a man but this is what's the most unique about him. And he will eventually move on and accept Daniel as his friend because that's what he does, he moves on. Things had changed, Dream has changed but it's still him, that's still his friend just with a new face. Hob also had to change many times. He doesn't need to hold onto Dream's old face, it will take time for him to get used to it but, in the end, both Morpheus and Daniel have the same eyes.

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am i allowed to cry?

i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing.

nostalgia is a mind's trick.

i can hold my breath.

then we could all just laugh until i cry.

i'm seeing visions, am i bad?

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

just say when, i'd play again.

oh, was it punishment?

oh my god, you should see your faces.

blood's thick, but nothin' like a payroll.

now you know what it feels like.

you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road.

this town is fake, but you're the real thing.

were you writing a book?

the devil that you know.

well, you took me to hell too.

six weeks of breathing clean air, i still miss the smoke.

go on, fuck me up.

you deserve prison, but you won't get time.

i touched you for only a fortnight.

honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

nothing makes me feel more alive.

who the fuck was that guy?

but when i count the scars, there's a moment of truth that there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

even if i die screaming, i hope you hear it.

no one's ever had me, not like you.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

i built a legacy that you can't undo.

fuck it if i can't have us.

i'm miserable!

i'm gonna get you back.

i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace.

so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

tell me all your secrets.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

what if your eyes looked up and met mine.

i swept in at the rescue.

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

i chose this cyclone with you.

all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february.

you were sleeping soundly when they dragged you from your bed.

it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

i can't pretend like i understand.

i'm just getting color back into my face.

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.

i stopped cpr, after all, it's no use

it was unnecessary, should've let it stay buried.

we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon.

you shit-talked me under the table.

touch me while your bros play grand theft auto.

you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me.

i'm combing through the braids of lies.

no way i'm gonna screw up, now that i know what's at stake.

you told me i'm the love of your life.

you kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.

tell me something awful.

i am what i am 'cause you trained me.

how did it end?

in fifty years will all this be declassified?

was any of it true?

there's a lot of people in town that i bestow upon my fakest smiles.

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded.

they knew the whole time that i was onto something.

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you.

i dreamed about it in the dark the night i felt like i might die.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

move to florida, buy the car you want.

in plain sight you hid.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

please, i've been on my knees.

just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?

pull me to the backseat.

way up there, i actually love it.

at dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on.

i hate it here.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

i should've known it was a matter of time.

they're gonna crucify me anyway.

he was my best friend.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

does it feel alright to not know me?

you said some things that i can't unabsorb.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

i felt more when we played pretend.

the future's bright, dazzling.

i've seen this episode and still loved the show.

please know that i tried to hold onto the days when you were mine.

are you still a mind reader?

i'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and i'll get lost on purpose.

tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable.

do you believe me now?

still alive, killing time at the cemetery

is it somethin' i did?

i read about it in a book when i was a precocious child.

you caged me, and then you called me crazy.

bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

he just hadn't met me yet.

you ain't gotta pray for me.

i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn.

all your life, did you know you'd be picked like a rose?

i'm tryin' to stifle my sighs.

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.

it's happening again.

i don't think you've changed much.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

i don't believe in good luck now that i know what's what.

all that time you were throwing punches, i was building something.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

fuck 'em, it's over.

little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

i wanna kill him.

i forget if this was ever fun.

love's never lost when perspective is earned.

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.

my friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade we wished we could live in instead of this.

if you want to tear my world apart just say you've always wondered.

what we thought was for all time, was momentary.

do that impression you did of your dad again.

you see i was a debutant in another life but now i seem to be scared to go outside.

you just watched it happen.

so if you want to break my cold, cold heart, say you loved me.

what a charming saturday.

they tried to warn him about her.

then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

i just don't understand.

i was a functioning alcoholic 'till nobody noticed my new aesthetic.

no one asks any questions here.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared.

now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes.

were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?

you'll find someone.

old habits die screaming.

i know he's crazy but he's the one i want.

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

fuck you if i can't have us.

we were blind to unforeseen circumstances.

i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all.

trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man.

you're the loss of my life.

i cry a lot, but i am so productive.

who's afraid of little old me?

it was legendary.

i keep recalling things we never did.

i still ponder what it meant.

and who's gonna know you, if not me?

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

the story isn't mine anymore.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

i tried to warn you about them.

fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to.

i look in people's windows.

i will never lose my baby again.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forward.

i choose you and me religiously.

i got cursed like eve got bitten.

i would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside.

well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

you don't get to tell me about "sad".

i'm not a donor but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

do you hate me?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

i was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

stay away from her.

i can do it with a broken heart.

you cinephile in black and white.

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

but what about your quiet treason?

i hoped you'd return.

i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary.

i can take the upper hand and touch your body.

i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning.

oh, what a way to die.

i'll tell you one thing honey, i can tell when somebody still wants me.

this place made me feel worthless.

my husband is cheating.

my beloved ghost and me.

i keep finding his things in drawers.

did you take all my old clothes?

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

i'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

we've already done it in my head.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

no matter what i've done, it wouldn't matter anyway.

everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman but she used to say she wished that you were dead.

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

good boy, that's right.

let it once be me.

lights, camera, bitch, smile.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i'm runnin' back home to you.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i've been doing it since he left.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware, what happens if it becomes who you are?

i was tame, i was gentle till the circus life made me mean.

the hospital was a drag, worst sleep that i ever had.

oh, here we go again.

we learned the right steps to different dances.

i haven't come around in so long.

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me.

'cause i'm a real tough kid, i can handle my shit.

i'll tell you how i've been there too, and that none of it matters.

i'm having his baby.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

no, you can't come to the wedding.

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

but you should've seen him when he first got me.

i'm sure i can pass this test.

they tried to warn you about me.

come close, i'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel all night.

what if i told you i'm back?

i'm there most of the year 'cause i hate it here.

i may never open up the way i did for you.

you left your typewriter at my apartment.

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

scandal does funny things to pride.

tell me 'bout the first time you saw me.

it's gonna be alright, i did my time.

and for a fortnight there we were forever.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.

a greater woman stays cool, but i howl like a wolf at the moon.

a greater woman wouldn't beg.

pick your poison, babe.

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?

i don't even want you back, i just want to know.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

way to go, tiger.

were you a sleeper cell spy?

you are bloodthirsty.

you said i needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him until i believed it too.

someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts.

i can fix him, no really i can.

you needed me, but you needed drugs more.

thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up.

who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

you're in terrible danger.

i want to snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

you are what you did.

fuck it, i was in love.

for a moment, i knew cosmic love

you're the new god we're worshipping.

you gotta fake it 'till you make it, and i did.

i wanna kill her.

did you think i had in me?

you said normal girls were "boring".

and who's gonna hold you like me?

no one here's to blame.

even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

one last souvenir from my trip to your shores

i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day.

how can i be guilty as sin?

you were gone by the morning.

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

he said he'd love me all his life.

who else decodes you?

fuck it if i can't have him.

i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you.

tell me all that you'd learned.

you're an animal.

you already know, babe.

growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.

i loved your hostile takeovers.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

[forgaeven]

h0b being a giant flirt and yet he's never been kissed?

[forgaeven]

❛⠀i'd rather spend it here than any place on this earth, ❜ with that, as unladylike as it would have been perceived otherwise, johanna gets to her knees. finally, she is close enough to touch, and though there is trepidation in the next actions despite the times he has been in her care, and therefore in her direct hands, johanna finally reaches out.

she touches on one sharp cheek, hoping it translates the hello she was never able to give. too prideful, perhaps. a trait that has landed her solitary more times than she could count; would he begrudge her of it as well soon ? she supposes they will find out.

❛⠀you are similarly too beautiful, intelligent, and kind to be left on your own. would you not have me, my lord ? ❜

Orpheus watches Lady Johanna, eyes keenly following every movement as she steps closer. He drinks her in, half afraid to blink in case she disappears from his sightline again.

"I -" He feels at a loss for words when he hears her request. Orpheus longs to agree, desperate to steal all of her time and attention - It's selfish. He cannot tie her to that life. She deserves more. "My lady -" It falls softly from his lips, his eyes attempting to convey all the emotion he cannot voice. "It would be no life for you." This is one of many moments where he wishes he could reach out to her. "You are too beautiful, intelligent and kind to spend a life wasted here."