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MEME: THE PRINCESS SAVES HERSELF IN THIS ONE

WANT, HE HAD UTTERED, IF YOU WANT —   as if she could so simply compose a list of desires, a concept that continuously eluded her. there were actions,   impulses in the moment,   that were perhaps reflexive of unconscious desires, but it was impossible to communicate with mere words,   EVEN TO HERSELF.   this ambiguity was an odd deviation from her normally logic ridden disposition, but it was also   so utterly human. 

❛   hate? isn’t that more aligned with your character. you with your rage   &   destruction contrasting me with my composure   &   ...well destruction.   ❜   subtle mirth on tinted lips, though not meant to undermine the honesty of the situation.   ❛   hatred is passionate, encompassing, consuming —  the worst emotion I could regard you with would be apathy   &   disdain.   ❜   which was how she treated most, seeing no benefit in humoring the weak   &   the foolish. but he,   a repeated presence almost to the point of constancy,   refused to be dismissed so easily. 

though the exact implication of his statement was obscure, he had an amusing habit of avoiding   DIRECT ADMISSION,   instead uttering the converse of his thoughts.  ❛   I have stood against your blade  &  with it, both entertaining just the same. whether you hate me or the opposite, the difference seems trivial, as long as I can   ensnare your every thought.   all I really want   is for your teeth to never dull   &   your passion to never wane.   ❜

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        “ i’m not trying to do the whole dismissing it thing, but… i’m dismissing it”

                  ❛   I would offer to show you but I’m fairly certain I hunted them to extinction a decade ago.   I didn’t claim they were dinosaurs or dragons   but they were creatures of that sort.   ❜  it never failed to humor her, how he refused to do just that, not that she would prefer him any other way. he was after all, a whirlwind of color, emotions, life —   A COMPLEXITY.  and she was intrigued to say the least.  

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       “  i feel like you’re doing a better job at this than i did. ”

IT HAD ONLY TAKEN A TWITCH OF A FINGER,   barely lifted, to quench the ire of his flames, smothering them with a frigid winter’s kiss. amusement colored her features, her unshaken presence a    STARK CONTRAST  to the disaster of a mess surrounding them.   ❛   chalk it up to a difference in experience  &  life style.   ❜   dichotomous they were, but that was   hardly a deterrent.

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        ❛  this is far from over. ❜

ᴍᴇᴍᴇ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss

THE VERACITY OF HIS UTTERANCE STIRRED NO DOUBT.  whatever “ rules ” laid the foundation of their acquaintance were unspoken, inconsequential, nonexistent. he never sought to restrain her with moral qualms   &  it was so natural to be utterly herself, to savor the ease of existence, next to him.  no bounds, no limits, no delusions.  with him —   it was  FREEDOM. 

with a dulcet hum, impressions of a smile dawned on roseate lips.  ❛  I am quite fond of that sentiment.  ❜ some might condemn her a fool,   for blindly holding no apprehensions towards him. but she, who knew not of fear,  not of death or pain or lies,  could not piece him as the monster they saw through their eyes. because through hers,   HE WAS INTRIGUE,  EXCITEMENT,  A RIDDLE.  &  she was nothing less than enthralled.  

❛  never have I needed nor desired to restrict you with trifling rules. I do so enjoy you in all your chaos.  ❜   it need not be said, this was but a superfluous manner to convey —  “  I trust you.  ”  

@liesmth

          NOT MANY FACES   repeatedly flaunted in front of her sight. there were civilians, who barely registered in her consciousness, and enemies, who didn’t live to be sighted twice. but he had crawled in from the edges of her periphery,   &   suddenly was  EVERYWHERE.   always,   always   there whenever she turned around. over   &   over again until he burrowed into her subconscious. she wasn’t even aware — not until he WASN’T there that realization dawned upon her adrenaline-filled brain; she had   expected  his presence. how?   since when?   though it wasn’t as if she had the luxury of contemplation as it only took one second of DISTRACTION to—

of course   though, now he was there.   &   through blurry sights, he was the LAST face she saw before unconsciousness swallowed her like a wave. 

(  in the back of her mind, she tried to remember   what reasoning   had prompted her to leave him be that first time? the answer eluded her. then suddenly, she blinked, and there was light. )

of course   though, he was the first face she saw. nothing else about the scene rang familiar EXCEPT HIM.  &   finally, she was starting to notice a pattern, but that didn’t answer anything. 

@huntead

ᴍᴇᴍᴇ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss

eyes lift to study his face as the words fall from his lips. a handful of interpretations flit through her mind but   NONE  seem to be a   fitting reply.   though perhaps it was not the quote itself that mattered at all.  

❛   luck is an   odd thing   isn’t it? sometimes the circumstances fit together so utterly miraculously you question whether there was not some  divine intervention   guiding them towards an end.   ❜   fluidly, in a practiced move, her fingers reached out to grasp at the end of his cloak sleeve, just the   smallest of connections   but one nonetheless.  

❛   but it has always   seemed pointless   to me, to ponder about forces I have no control over. Oedipus attempted to fight his horrid fate yet ended up right where his destiny foretold.   I know how I will meet my end,   that has never been a question,   but—   ❜ 

trailing into the silence, her gaze broke away to study where her hand   CLUTCHED  at him. there almost seemed to be an unconscious moment of   hesitation,   a foreign concept to her before him, though it lasted only a second before she dragged her eyes back up to meet his.  

❛    to say this, here, is the most   UNPREDICTABLE   of circumstances is no exaggeration. however even if this is just a detour, it is not an…   unwelcome one.    ❜   the words did not flow with her normal grace or confidence. not out of fear, but rather an utter   lack of comprehension   as to what it was she was   feeling.   there were no words in her vocabulary   &   no precedents to rely on. the confusion was unsettling.  

❛   regardless of how long our acquaintance will last, I have   enjoyed   your presence just the same.   ❜

fear ?    had she ever felt seizing heart rates   &   cold sweats? overwhelming, drowning, gasping —   eating her alive. 

nope. never. nada.  N O. 

but fear   &   pain were the easiest affirmations of life. odd. two emotions she never recalled   (  or didn’t recognize if she had  ) ; two   SIMPLE,   basic feelings, yet they might as well have been as complicated as   love.   platonic, unconditional, sexual, hateful, passionate — a thousand variations, yet still somehow encompassed by   FOUR  measly letters.   (  fear, pain, love —   FOUR.   what was it about four? 四 in her tongue, sounded like   death  )

perhaps if her father had let her   MOURN,   to accept grief   &   acknowledge loss, she  may have   grown to understand pain. perhaps if her father had painted  DEATH   as a harrowing demise rather than  —

hah.   did you believe she could finish that thought?   what, did you think this was a sob story?   the tragic backstory for the lost little girl? you may  sympathize   (  even pity if you had the balls   ),  but such sentiments would fall on deaf ears. how could you teach the colorblind, how  VIBRANT   a color, red was?

maybe though, she was not blind, but rather just someone who had never known how to open her eyes. what could teach fear like a   TREASURE  could? did paranoia not follow right behind? it is in   THE MOMENT   something is gained that the heart swells  &   fear sinks its talons into flesh.   when? when? when,  will you lose   THIS   that you hold dear?   when,   will this joy be ripped away, leaving nothing but an   empty  cavern behind. 

& hilariously,  knowing that which awaited her, she   still   sought it out. not one consequence could dissuade her   ( no fear, remember? )   because it was   CURIOSITY  that drove. curious to see what she would value more than survival,   to see   what she was missing.