𝐎, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 -- !

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ Last night was incredible. ❜

❛ What are you doing!? ❜

❛ Don’t say anything. ❜

❛ I’ve really tried to be there for you through this. ❜

❛ You’re almost late. ❜

❛ You look tired. ❜

❛ Can I get you anything? ❜

❛ We broke up. ❜

❛ Thanks for the vote of confidence. ❜

❛ When are you going to stop bringing that up? ❜

❛ Nothing is ever going to be good enough. ❜

❛ I need new sexy pants. ❜

❛ Have you found anything? ❜

❛ We are bad feminists. ❜

❛ I want my top back. ❜

❛ Well it was terrifying! Never do it again. ❜

❛ Do you want to go for a drink? ❜

❛ What’s your problem? ❜

❛ I just… I like you. ❜

❛ Are you ok? ❜

❛ You need me to get you something to wear? ❜

❛ This is totally fine. ❜

❛ What’s going on? ❜

❛ Oh, I’m absolutely fine! ❜

❛ It’s almost two o’clock in the morning. ❜

❛ I’m going to call you a cab. ❜

❛ To be fair. She’s not an evil stepmother. ❜

❛ I thought that must have been you. ❜

❛ Everything alright? ❜

❛ Just thought I’d swing by. ❜

❛ I know it’s not really my place. But - are you ok? ❜

❛ Everyone’s been worried about you. ❜

❛ Tits don’t get you anywhere these days. ❜

❛ Take care of yourself. ❜

❛ You really do look ghastly darling. ❜

❛ Can I do anything? ❜

❛ This is a love story. ❜

❛ You’ve done everything. And you feel great. ❜

❛ May these be the worst of our days! ❜

❛ You look well, where have you been? ❜

❛ Boots, lovely there this time of year. ❜

❛ Well you look fantastic. ❜

❛ Love the Catholics. You can get away with anything. ❜

❛ Oh no have I disappointed you? ❜

❛ I’ll have a tequila! ❜

❛ You do look tired. ❜

❛ My parents were alcoholics! ❜

❛ Well, it’s um - cold and beautiful and dark. ❜

❛ It’s a lot of pressure, but I love it. ❜

❛ Fuck you, then. ❜

❛ Did you have a cigarette? ❜

❛ Were your parents successful? ❜

❛ My parents were very successful alcoholics. ❜

❛ Is everything ok? ❜

❛ You know I’ve always been very suspicious of religion. ❜

❛ Well I guess I’m just really fucking lonely! ❜

❛ Are we going to have a fight? ❜

❛ You look… strong. ❜

❛ I’m so intrigued to see how you’re going to make this whole evening about you. ❜

❛ I just take all the negative feelings and just bottle them and bury them. And they never come out. ❜

❛ It takes real commitment to be this happy. ❜

❛ You’re being so quiet. ❜

❛ Why aren’t you saying anything?! ❜

❛ What do you want me to say? ❜

❛ Your sister is finally a good influence on you! ❜

❛ Oh for fuck’s sake, stop it! ❜

❛ No, come on what’s happened. ❜

❛ You should go to the hospital. ❜

❛ I’ll just deal with this in my own insane, irrational, anal way if that’s ok. ❜

❛ I got your stuff. You ok? ❜

❛ If you ever need someone. To talk to or uh - I’ll be there. ❜

“in time we hate that which we often fear.”

“put on my crown.”

“i have immortal longings in me.”

“make death proud to take us.”

“we are for the dark.”

“the bright day is done.”

“come, sir, come, i’ll wrestle you in my strength of love.”

“thus i let you go, and give you to the gods.”

“the april is in your eyes.”

“my desolation does begin to make a better life.”

“did i ever love ( name ) as much as this?”

“may you choke on any other sentiments like that!”

“is this true?”

“usually that means a person is foolish.”

“if it be love indeed, tell me how much.”

“there’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.”

“see how i convey my shame out of thine eyes by looking back what i have left behind, ‘stroyed in dishonour.”

“i little thought you would have followed.”

“you did know how much you were my conqueror, and that my sword, made weak by my affection, would obey it on all cause.”

“fall not a tear, i say.”

“give me a kiss.”

“fortune knows we scorn her most when she offers blows.”

“kind sir, give me a good fortune.”

“i don’t make fortunes, i only see them.”

“you will love more than you are loved.”

“to be furious is to be frightened out of fear.”

“when valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.”

“may you die of the worst disease!”

Cecilia leaned back in her seat as she idly played her violin, humming along to the tune as she stared into the campfire. It was a song she could essentially play in her sleep, one of the first she ever learned. Under her breath, she sang part of the lyrics:

“i guess a loving woman is indestructible”

“all great and precious things are lonely.”

“and now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”

“was it good or was it evil?”

“have i done well — or ill?”

“there’s more beauty in truth, even if it is dreadful beauty.”

“do you take pride in your hurt?”

“maybe you’re playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”

“sometimes a man wants to be stupid if it lets him do a thing his cleverness forbids.”

“and i was not afraid any more.”

“there’s a punishment for that, and it’s usually crucifixion.”

“perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.”

“… it’s awful not to be loved.”

“i think i love you.”

“i’m not good.”

“i eat stories like grapes.”

“sin is our own designing.”

“i don’t want to be lonely.”