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"No, no, You don't have to leave. It's been a while since I've seen anyone around.. Especially here." She could admit that she usually never has visitors. She would have much rather been alone, to be honest, but her words said otherwise. She started to look towards the books again, taking in their scent as if it would calm her. It didn't.

She was curious. She had so many questions pop up into her head when seeing his face. "Care to walk with me? You won't be seeing much here but me, anyways."

The smile he gives when he spots her falters at her accusatory tone. He’d just been filehopping, seeking out alternates of people he knew, perhaps to ally with, perhaps just to relieve one another’s loneliness. “I’m… just here to look around. I usually don’t expect to find anybody.” By her reaction, it’s doubtful his alternate was alive, let alone well. While it was something he’d come to terms with, the knowledge that he couldn’t do anything to save them, it always came as a disappointment. “I can leave, if you want me to.”

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Send me a sentence (angst)

“Take it back, I don’t want it.”

“You said you loved me.”

“Why won’t you look at me?”

“I think you should leave.”

“I’m sorry, please believe me.”

“It’s over.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re a monster.”

“I’m a monster.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t do this, please.”

“I don’t love you.”

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Hush

I really appreciate if you look at the high res version(the link)and see all of the unnecessary details I did

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:u

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The scream startled her, she took a few steps back. Such anger and sounds of hatred could only come from one being that she knew. It was an alternate of him. Oh no... She was almost frozen in her footsteps, taken aback from reality as the man before her, wild and filthy, screamed at her to just get away even when she had done nothing wrong.. 

The royal being could hear herself breathing now.. Her hands up by her chest, her fingers were playing with each other out of nervous habit. Her eyes averted his gaze. Shaking and panting. No, not again. "Please don't hurt me.. Please.." The flashes of the remembered stripped uniform always tortured her.. The broken bat, the splintered wood. The blood, the bruises, the broken. Those blue eyes, she could never forget them. 

You've encountered sxuveraine.

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In times of relaxation, the queen always smiled when thinking of her baby boy. Though he is deceased, his memory continues to live on in her heart. His joyous smile and laughter she heard when playing with him echoed in her ears time and time again. The poor boy was sick and each time he coughed while his mother was around, she could feel her heart sink a little more each time.

Each time he came to mind, she would force the thoughts to stop as fast as she could by walking through the library and picking up a book to skim. It's the only thing that works anymore, because the pictures of pretty landscapes and nature are the only things that cover the images of her baby's bloodied corpse.

As she was scanning the books of the somewhat endless rows. She ran into someone all too familiar.. The cute pudgy nose, the dark complexion, and the white locks. This was... Hugo.. He had grown so much. How? He had ..died...? This must have been another Hugo from a separate file. But why.. How come this Hugo had survived and not hers. She clenched her teeth. "Why...Why are you here?" She asked with hurt in her voice, she could feel the depression in her soul, the darkness consume her being, the jealousy within her was being shown. Her hostile behavior was rude, he had done nothing wrong towards her and yet she felt the need to be so harsh. She tried to avert her eyes, but it was so hard when he had grown to be so tall. It amazed her, really, but she was tired of thinking.. This is who her son could have turned out to be, she bit her lip in her state of thought.

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I really feel like posting some song lyric starters. Or song lyric in character posts. I'll probably do one tbh.

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Vader Eloha, the royal queen, she shimmered with beauty from head to toe. She did all she could to stop him, but it was so useless, there was nothing that was going to change. As much as she dreamed of better times, her fears always haunted her in the end. She always looked at life with such positivity, such radiance. Every word was spoken with sweetness until her image was shattered by the only one who could have ever loved her. And as she hasn't run into him, nor another copy of him, she was somewhat grateful for that. The Queen was apprehensive for what might happen if she ever did see him again, and she was alive.. Would she really be done for that time?... She hoped that day would never come.

Vader was walking through the zones, she was making her daily rounds. The colorful land was stained with white. He would have called it "pure", but it's not pure at all, the world was empty, there was not an Elsen in sight, no voice to be heard. The sound of her heels echoed between buildings. "I'm starting to feel that I prefer myself to be alone," She spoke softly to herself, this thought truly scared her. Being alone can get so old sometimes.

Her hands gracefully played with a strand of her silky white hair, taking a sudden halt. What was that? A shadowy figure was in the distance. No matter her wants, she could not approach him, she hadn't seen a figure in this zone for what could be ages. "Hey, you.." She started to herself once again, "You look so familiar..."

Looks like today was that day.

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"If you scream, it'll be worse."

“What would be worse?” She spoke plainly, like she wasn’t afraid, but she could feel the anxiety and fear rile up inside of her like insects eating her stomach to pieces. She shook her head from side to side as she took sight of the reflected image. Great.

 "What do you want with me? I did nothing wrong!“ But her insecurities told her no, that she did everything wrong. Whatever was coming was probably well deserved. She gulped. Was she ready, no, of course not. She was strong, but she was weak. She would not go down without a fight. 

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Her head dropped with the sudden exclamation. She couldn't keep "eye" contact for very long, she was unable to look at herself, disgusting parasite on this world. Anxiety and frustration boiled up inside of her, if she had the choice she wouldn't be breathing. She would find life much happier if she were on the other side. 

She paused, not quick to react. She wasn't going to deny that this was true. Why would he have left her at such a beaten state for dead if it wasn't? Her fists clenched, the long nails on the tips of her slender fingers making sharp pain in the palms of her hand. A foot hesitantly moved forward as if she had to catch herself. She grumbled, the unbearable children's screaming taking more of a toll on her than her own self. "You couldn't save him!" She screamed. " You are weak; you weren't fast enough!" A quiet pause was taken by the lady in white.

 She was filth.She deserved this. The words echoed inside of her head over and over. Why wasn't she fast enough? Why couldn't she save her baby, her petit chou?"You disgust me. He probably found someone else. Someone better, someone prettier. You were too controlling, and every time he looked at you, he hated you. Did he ever love you at all? Probably not, you are so annoying.. A pest really." She tried to laugh off the pain she was giving herself, the fake smile on her invisible visage, hurt and strained her. "You should probably give up, stop breathing... "

As the words left the being that could be considered her living reflection, time seemed to slow to a near stop. Vader could hear her heart pounding in her chest, her blood boiling with hatred as she stared down the woman who dared speak so harshly towards her. How dare she speak the undoubted truth.

She hesitated to speak, not out of fear, but to take her time and calculate her response. The queen knew very well what she wanted to say, but if she were to speak in the manner that she felt, it would be undignified, and crude. No, she would keep her sophistication, even in expressing her self-loathing, her hate for herself and any duplicate who stepped out of line.

“It is hard to believe that anyone that is supposed to be my copy could be such filth. You are unworthy of the throne, let alone him… No wonder he left you and your kingdom in ruins. You deserved this.”

And just as she expressed hate for the self that stood before her, she mentally screamed the same words at herself. This was rather like a metaphor in a book - a lady arguing with herself, and her emotions - but this was no book, and the Queen’s aching heart told her there would be no happy ending.

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Tell my muse "You're not a monster" and see how they react.

Alternately: Tell them “You’re a monster” and see how they react.

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Angsty and Dark Sentence Starters

"Please, you've got to help me! I think he/she's dead!"

"It hurts..."

"No, don't touch me!"

"You're a monster!"

"I'm the monster? What about you?"

"They're coming after me."

"I never wanted you to get hurt."

"I trusted you."

"Please don't do this. Please."

"I don't believe you."

"Why can't you just believe me?!"

"I never loved you."

"Let me go!"

"If you scream, it'll be worse."

"If only someone loved you..."

"I'm not sorry."

"They want to hurt me!"

"Don't try to fix me."

"I don't feel anything."

"If you say a word, I'll slit your throat."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I hate you."

"Did you honestly think I ever cared?"

"This is wrong."

"You're dying."

"I'm dying."

"It was all an act."

"[insert name] is dead."

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She cocked her head to the side, as if she could roll her eyes. She chuckled just looking at the other female across from her, no doubt a mirror image of herself. She hated that. Any form of herself she would despise with all of her being, because it was her fault he left. At least… That’s what she thought..

“How could he have ever loved you… You are pathetic..” She said to the monarch, feeling a deep sting in her throat and lungs. It was only intended to hurt herself, because she herself was pathetic.

The light was dim, and it was almost as if darkness kept caving in on the both of them like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. It was mentally torturing. She could barely concentrate with the echoing sound of dripping water and children’s screams.

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{♔;;} - “You don't need me anymore. Who's to say you ever did? I am so silly to keep thinking of you like this, when you are too involved with yourself to even think of me... But I hope you are..”

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like for a starter

Violent, or Sweet. You specify! Anything is fine!

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By Martin Whitfooth