a collection of prompts inspired by and that remind me of an origincial character. ( as always, feel free to tweak things such as pronouns, words, and titles as needed for context. ) cw: death.
"be careful with what you hold to be true, darling."
"it can't be as simple as your name, a name after all is only worth what meaning we give it."
"i resent you presenting your life, like a fucking propaganda brochure."
"it's easy to be a saint in paradise."
"i buried the girl i had been because she ran into all kinds of trouble. i tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. she is still small and scared and ashamed, and perhaps i am writing my way back to her, trying to tell her everything she needs to hear."
"i am tired of the mental arithmetic that my father no doubt goes through to justify his actions."
"only a firm resolve can drive a truth-seeker forward, and only ardent flames can vanquish the ice that freezes the hand of justice."
"use your wits, not your fists."
"my mother begged for a sheep, but raised a wolf."
"plenty of girls will accept the bare minimum, but i am not one of them."
"facing oneself is never easy under any circumstances."
their voices can only reach few who are willing to listen.
"it's the topic everyone is most concerned about... at the moment."
"the quality of wine is closely related to the timeliness of its appearance."
"but there are flowers amidst the thorns… a sweet fragrance promising a happy ending; dangerous and desirable all at once."
"i'm tired of explaining the fire. it burns because it must."
"i was practicing. if you were wanting to watch, come earlier next time. i won't be waiting."
"enough sniffing about me like a mole. i haven't any tea or sweets for guests."
"this new outfit is for my next appearance."
"i will either find a way, or i will make one."
"remember this, i am first and foremost: a hater!"
"well- i love you, if that helps."
"you know what my mother used to call me? dangerous. 'you're a dangerous girl'. she was right. i am dangerous."
"ultimately, i am jealous of nepotism babies. i want a nothing life too."
"i resent you for being raised 'right'!"
"i hear the purest melody in you."
"... this place is even worse than hell."
"look at us both: covered in other people's blood and debating morality."
"love? ridiculous. no one, not even the gods, would sacrifice so much of themselves for love."
"it reminds me of a forgotten, abandoned stage."
"i think ultimately you become whoever would have saved you that time that no one did."
"i cannot die here. not like this."