PANTONE

are you holding up all right?

thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.

you know, you haven't spoken in a minute.

you're starting to worry me.

is this thoughtful silence, or worried silence?

can i get you anything?

i'm perfectly all right.

sometimes i think about what will happen if we fail, and it terrifes me.

you can stop worrying about me now.

you had a moment back there.

what was all that yelling about?

i've worried about you since day one.

can we sit down?

you might feel better if you talk to me about it.

i was hoping we could catch up.

there's a lot more going on than i expected.

it's starting to get to me.

tell me the truth. are you all right?

i'm not a hero. i don't know why i'm doing this.

i can tell when you're lying to me, pretending everything's okay when it's not.

you're a horrible liar.

what was that all about?

i heard you yelling.

it sounded like an argument to me.

what's on your mind?

something's clearly bothering you.

can you just sit still?

you've never been honest with me.

they said you needed to talk to me?

i can tell when you're lying. i can see it in your face.

i know you better than you know yourself.

spill. everything.

that's not what it looked like from here.

i don't want to talk to anyone.

can you leave me alone for a while?

thanks but no thanks.

is this your way of checking on me?

who put you up to this?

if you'd just been honest with me from the start, we wouldn't be here.

when they said you were out here, i thought i'd stop by, see how you were doing.

you don't have to handle all of this by yourself, you know.

there are people who really care about you, who want to see you succeed.

think about the people who love you.

i don't like seeing you struggle this way.

i could use a shoulder to cry on right about now.

i just feel so lost.

everything is riding on me, and i'm not used to that.

there's too much responsibility on my shoulders right now.

thanks for letting me vent a little.

i didn't mean to word vomit.

you make it easy.

i feel like i can trust you.

no one understands me but you.

thank you for giving me a chance to speak.

thank you for stopping by to see me.

you should come by more often.

the battle's not over.

we still have work to do.

i trust you'll be ready for the final battle?

tomorrow's a big day. you should get some rest.

if you need anything, you know where to find me.

it will feel better if you just come right out and say it.

no one should ever carry the burden you do.

i think the world of you.

mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.

“i love you.”

“do i know you?”

“do you remember?”

“this section is off limits.”

“we’re closing in ten minutes.”

“this isn’t what i signed up for.”

“this is all my fault.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“have we met before?”

“are you real?”

“i didn’t mean that.”

“i’ve said too much.”

“i didn’t see that one coming.”

“is nobody going to say it?”

“i wish we could stay here forever.”

“it’s all fun and games.”

“i can’t say it.”

“you can’t run forever.”

“we have all the time in the world.”

“you’ve got this.”

“that shouldn’t be there.”

“i think someone’s listening.”

“i think someone’s watching.”

“we’re not alone.”

“i’m free!”

“maybe in another life.”

“rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“it’s the thought that counts.”

“i feel alive.”

“speak now.”

“so, what’s the catch?”

“it’s mine, and you can’t have it!”

“houston, we have a problem.”

“let’s go for a walk.”

“thank you for that.”

“i’ve got a plan.”

“move aside.”

“i’m here to investigate a crime.”

“you didn’t come to the funeral. why?”

“oh my god. don’t say that!”

“quick! act surprised!”

“are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?”

“come here.”

“truth or dare.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

“is that… is that blood all over you?”

“right, i’m leaving now.”

“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?”

“don’t do that.”

“no, you can’t have my number.”

“i’d rather you just tell me.”

“did you also hear a knock on the door?”

“you’re not looking your best today. what happened?”

“[he/she/they] did it first.”

“well, don’t just stand there! do something!”

“run! run now!”

“hey. someone’s on the phone for you.”

“you’ll never know unless you try.”

“thank you, god. thanks an awful lot.”

“this is my worst nightmare.”

                                            a   chuckle   falls   from   her   lips    ;    sure   enough,   that   memory's   still   burnt   into   the   back   of   her   head.    as   is   the   smell.    it's   her   way   (    her   horrible   means    )   of   making   small   talk.    especially   with   another   [    unfamiliar    ]   face.    ‘    probably   not   the   best   way   t'   start   off   something.    but   i   figured   it's   something.    ’    the   moments   displaced,   if   only   for   a   moment,   before   isabelle   huffs   a   sigh,   hands   at   her   hips.    she's   trying   to   get   better   with   the   whole   ‘    meeting   new   people    ’   stuff   but   that,   often   times,   falls   short.    especially   while   awkwardly   standing   there,   her   tail   wrapped   around   her   leg   for   the   sake   of   safety.

‘    typically,    ’    she   exhales,    ‘    y'   wanna   share   names.    but,   what   d'   i   know    ?    ’    a   brow   lifts   yet   she   doesn't   press.    some   people   just   savour   their   privacy.    isabelle's   just   someone   who   likes   to   know   others.    be   it   for   her   own   memory,   or   because   they   have   something   interesting   about   them.    this   one    ?    she   does    !    hence   isabelle's   huff.    yet   when   it   comes   to   the   next   round   of   conversations,   isabelle   can   only   crack   a   smile   at   the   others   curiosity.

‘    hestrian.    elafu'sari.    sounds   made   up,   doesn't   it    ?    ’    a   laugh   brims   with   the   question,   four   eyes   narrowing   on   the   other.    ‘    for   ease   of   explainin'   it,   no.    not   from   this   particular   plane.    from   another   one.    just   like   travellin'   around.    ’    lips   twitch   as   her   tail   unfurls,   swaying   lowly.    ‘    and   what   about   you,   hm    ?    mysterious   duo,   and   while   i've   given   y'   my   name    …    what   about   you    ?    ’    so   badly,   does   isabelle   want   to   poke   the   others   arm,   but   she   refrains.    self   restraint   and   all   that   jazz.    ‘    wanna   tell   me   about   you   or   should   i   just    …    piss   off    ?    ’    

a  faint  crease  of  puzzlement  settled  upon  her  brow  -----        and  lingered  there  ,   unmoving  .   she  was  the  little  princess  in  the  tower  ,   after  all;  accustomed  to  recognition  without  introduction  ,   to  her  name  slipping  easily  from  the  lips  of  those  she  had  never  once  met  .   strangers  were  rare  things  in  her  world  .   the  finest  treasure  in  a  dragon's  hoard  was  not  displayed  lightly  ,   nor  shared  without  care  -----  and  so  ,   meeting  someone  unknown  carried  a  peculiar  weight  ,   an  unfamiliar  tilt  to  the  moment  that  she  had  not  yet  learned  to  balance  . 

 ❝  bilé  .   though  it  may  be  easier  to  pronounce  it  as  be'luh  -----  forked  tongues  lend  themselves  better  to  infernal  speech  .  ❞         the  correction  came  plainly  ,   almost  clinically  .   not  a  flicker  of  emotion  broke  through  her  composure  ,   yet  there  was  something  in  the  act  itself  (  a  subtle  concession  )  that  served  ,   in  its  own  way  ,   as  an  apology  .   a  devil's  courtesy:  small  ,   precise  ,   and  never  named  as  such  . 

 ❝  you  interest  me  .  ❞        the  words  were  simple  ,   unadorned  ,   but  they  carried  a  quiet  gravity  .   for  her  ,   it  was  no  small  offering;  perhaps  one  of  the  highest  compliments  she  could  give  ,   though  it  passed  her  lips  without  ceremony  .  ❝  i  know  nothing  beyond  cania  and  this  land  .  ❞         her  gaze  drifted  ,   distant  for  a  moment  ,   as  if  tracing  unseen  horizons  .        ❝  to  move  between  places  so  easily  ;  i  envy  that  .  ❞  freedom  had  never  been  something  she  thought  to  question  -----  not  until  she  had  begun  to  sense  its  absence  .        ❝  i  would  like  to  see  the  outer  worlds  .   as  much  of  them  as  i  am  able  .  ❞ 

to  make  up  ,   perhaps  ,   for  a  century  spent  sealed  within  the  stillness  of  a  library  where  time  gathered  like  dust  ,   and  the  world  beyond  the  walls  remained  nothing  more  than  ink  and  imagination  . 

Her hand remained on the neck of the liquor bottle even when it was placed back down, gaze sweeping past her guest to the rest of the bar.

"Yeah. Slow night." She admitted finally. "But, you know, a little bit of slow isn't so bad now and then. Kind of a hard thing to find in this city."

It was an errant thought that made her scoff as she put the vodka bottle back under the bar, lest it get knocked over by a stray gesture.

"Or maybe it's just out of my price range. I've always imagined the real top tier earners can just lounge in a hot tub all day and eat... cucumbers or whatever."

a  single  chuckle  slipped  through  his  nose  ;        brief  ,  sharp  ,  but  just  loud  enough  to  be  heard  .  it  tugged  a  faint  ,  crooked  smile  in  its  wake  ,  like  something  half-remembered  and  not  worth  holding  onto  for  long  . 

❝  sorry  -----  you  just  ain't  my  type  .  ❞         he  met  her  humor  where  it  stood  .  still  ,  he  clocked  the  pour  ;  heavy  ,  generous  ,  the  kind  that  didn't  come  without  intention  .  he  appreciated  it  ,  quietly  .  by  the  time  the  glass  reached  his  hand  ,  he'd  already  taken  a  measured  sip  ,  leveling  it  out  like  it  had  always  been  that  way  .

 ❝  don't  i  know  it  .  ❞         the  words  came  with  the  weight  of  memory  (  of   ‘  easy  gigs  '   that  turned  into  death  traps  ,  and   ‘  hard  jobs  '   that  unraveled  so  clean  it  almost  felt  like  cheating  fate  .  )  another  sip  followed  ,  slower  this  time  .  the  vodka  was  smooth  ;  surprisingly  so  ;  sliding  down  without  the  usual  bite  ,  like  it  had  nothing  to  prove  .

 ❝  i  got  a  car  to  match  every  outfit  -----  where's  my  hot  tub?  ❞   he  glanced  around  as  he  said  it  ,  missing  the  joke  sitting  right  beneath  him  .  to  him  ,  this  was  just  a  bar  ;  just  a  drink  ,  just  a  conversation  .  not  a  reward  ,  not  a  pause  .  just  a  gap  between  the  next  thing  .  it  had  been  a  few  hours  since  a  scanner  ping  or  a  job  worth  the  trouble  had  come  his  way  ,  and  he  wasn't  about  to  waste  time  cruising  the  city  hoping  for  scraps  .  not  anymore  .  these  days  ,  work  found  him  .

 ❝  i'm  too  busy  bagging  the  fuck  up  for  that  anyway  .  that's  corpo  shit  .  ❞   he  drank  again  ,  slower  ,  letting  the  taste  linger  this  time  before  his  gaze  lifted  back  to  her  ;  steady  ,  casual  ,  like  nothing  in  the  world  was  pressing  in  .

 ❝  don't  worry  -----  you're  getting  a  tip  .  ❞ 

       Order  is  a  constancy       Esteri  treasured  dearly,  for  it  is  predictable.  She  enjoyed  rules,  as  long  as  she  was  the  one  chiseling  them  in  stone,  and  as  the  leader  of  a  church,  a  high  priestess  in  the  most  inconvenient  way,  the  bhaalspawn  achieved  exactly  this.  Not  often  did  her  followers  talk  back  to  Esteri.  Most  wouldn't  survive  to  tell  the  tale.  However,  her  highness  recognized  useful  tools,  separated  them  from  the  replaceable  ones.

    Even  if  said  tools  grated  on  her  nerves.

       ❝  loosen  up,  quit  being  so  serious  all  the  time.  ❞

       ❝  I  have  more  responsibility  than  you  have  affairs,  Sal.  I  am  a  paragon   ;   THE  paragon.  ❞       Not  one  tilt  of  head,  a  voice  that  was  silent,  yet  undeniably  sharp.  A  calm  cadence.  The  daughter  of  Bhaal  was  not  in  the  position  to  loosen  up,  nor  did  she  feel  the  urge  to  do  so.  Her  father's  goal  required  strategy,  and  getting  messy  with  it  all  wasn't  honoring  his  name.

       ❝  Are  our  God's  demands  that  insignificant  to  you  as  to  ignore  the  seriousness  of  it  all   ?    If  anything,  I  am  strict  enough  to  lead  this  flock  without  chaos  breaking  free.  Rather  than  criticizing  me,  you  should  work  on  strengthening  your  beliefs.  We  have  one  calling.  ❞

salvador  sprawled  across  the  nearest  patch  of  comfort  -----         a  rare  luxury  in  the  space  ,  and  positioned  just  inconveniently  far  enough  that  he  had  to  raise  his  voice  to  reach  her  .  not  that  he  minded  .  drawing  attention  was  as  natural  to  him  as  breathing;  it  was  why  he  worked  topside  while  others  skulked  in  shadow  and  called  it  strategy  .  her  jab  landed  ,  or  tried  to  -----  a  thin  attempt  to  tarnish  something  he  wore  far  too  loosely  to  be  stained  .  his  reputation  .  for  what  ?  being  the  sort  who  threw  his  body  ,  wholly  and  without  hesitation  ,  into  the  cause  ?  a  tragedy  ,  truly  .

❝  my  affairs  are  my  responsibility  ,  my  queen  .  they  serve  you  and  bhaal  just  as  much  as  that  little  goblin  scurrying  after  you  .  ❞         a  pause  ,  just  long  enough  for  the  smirk  to  settle  in  .  ❝  now  that  -----  that  is  an  affair  i  wouldn't  mind  seeing  in  the  gazette  .  you  just  know  he  gets  off  on  it  .  ❞

he  shifted  ,  sinking  deeper  into  his  recline  as  though  the  conversation  itself  required  no  more  effort  than  lounging  .        ❝  i  believe  -----   ❞        he  continued  ,  almost  lazily  .       ❝  that  bhaal  asks  us  to  play  to  our  strengths  .  ❞       his  eyes  flicked  toward  her  ,  half-lidded  with  something  between  mischief  and  boredom  .       ❝  and  at  this  moment  ,  yours  seems  to  be  shaming  your  followers  ?  ❞       a  yawn  interrupted  him  ,  wide  and  unashamed  ,  stretching  through  his  frame  as  he  settled  even  further  back  .       ❝  you  are  so  mean  -----   ❞       he  managed  mid-yawn  ,  voice  dipping  and  dragging  with  theatrical  exhaustion  .

when  it  passed  ,  he  grinned  sharp  ,  irreverent  ,  and  far  too  pleased  with  himself  .       ❝  it's  so  -----  SPICY  .  ❞        the  last  word  came  adorned  with  an  exaggerated  flourish  of  his  hands  ,  a  mockery  of  performance  ,  his  expression  so  brazenly  cheeky  it  bordered  on  inviting  divine  retribution  .

                        ceaseless   perfection   isn't   as   easy   as   it   looks    ;    often   times,   her   nails   are   smothered   in   filth,   in   an   ick   the   elafu'sari   can't   quite   put   her   finger   on.    “    huh,   good   t'   know.    ”    the   sound   is   clipped,   but   it   comes   with   the   others   keen   observance.    the   smell   is   next   to   rancid,   putrid.    least   it's   just   human   blood.    elsewise,   isabelle   would've   been   ‘    concerned    ’    —    or   something   like   that.

“    guess   so,    ”    isabelle   shrugs,   her   tail   curiously   twitching,    “    somethin'   about   seein'   someone   get   something   on   their   face.    it's   a   weird   thing   i've   got   t'   just    …    point   it   out.    ”    a   shrug   follows   as   she   explains   herself.    rambling,   as   some   would   say.    “    one   time,   i   was   travellin'   with   this   vampire   and   he   was   smothered,   all   over   his   back,   in   shite.    it   was   horrible.    the   smell   was   burnt   into   m'   nose.    ”    it   wasn't   until   after   she'd   been   back   to   merahki   that   the   aroma   was   (    finally    )   gone.    but   it   did   take   about   sixteen   showers    …    and   a   bloody   nettie   pot.

but   she   won't   mention   that.

back   straightens   while   she   claps   off   the   dust   from   her   hands,   four   eyes   focusing   on   the   other.    “    and   that'd   been   keen   eyes.    ”    she   mocks   herself   (    the   least   she   can   do,   what   with   being   shoved   into   this   questionable   situation.    )   before   offering   a   less   than   dirt    -    smothered   hand   towards   the   devilkin.    “    name's   isabelle,   but   if   y'   wanna   call   me   keen   eyes,   then   y'   more   than   welcomed   t'   do   so,   bean   deas.    ”  

ugliness  was  not  a  matter  of  form  but  of  failure  ;         of  discipline  left  to  rot  ,  of  care  abandoned  ,  of  a  soul  turned  inward  in  quiet  ,  festering  contempt  .  she  did  not  mock  ;  cruelty  required  a  certain  looseness  she  refused  to  indulge  .  it  was  restraint  ,  that  sharpened  perception  ,  honed  her  tastes  into  something  finer  than  most  dared  cultivate  .

she  regarded  the  helpful  stranger  not  with  indifference  ,  but  with  habit  -----  meeting  her  gaze  evenly  ,  as  one  does  an  equal  .  no  flinching  ,  no  posturing  .  just  recognition  .  they  were  ,  after  all  ,  two  peculiar  travelers  adrift  in  a  world  that  seemed  stranger  .

her  nose  wrinkled  at  the  description  of  the  vampire  .  to  be  cloaked  in  such  filth  ,  to  exist  so  closely  with  such  glaring  imperfection  -----  it  turned  her  stomach  .  yet  she  offered  no  sharp  word  ,  no  rebuke  .  only  the  quiet  ,  unmistakable  tension  of  her  discomfort  lingered  in  the  space  between  them  .

❝  isabelle  ,  it  is  then  .  ❞          she  inclined  her  head  slightly  ,  accepting  the  name  without  bow  or  deference  ,  her  posture  unyielding  in  its  dignity  .

❝  i  am  not  familiar  with  your  language  ,  your  accent  ,  or  your  kind  .  ❞          her  voice  carried  a  measured  curiosity  ,  steady  and  unashamed  .         ❝  are  you  of  this  plane?  ❞          to  understand  ,  to  map  the  edges  of  every  world  she  crossed  ,  and  in  doing  so  ,  better  grasp  the  place  she  herself  existed  within  this  one  .

Plucked from the slightly sticky bar, the napkin swan now rested neatly upon Piper's palm as she observed it. It was simple but lovely in its own understated way.

"I'd say this one is a little more productive at least. All smoking ever gave me was questionable breath." Maybe he didn't see the value in the small thing but Piper thought it was worth plopping on one of the shelves behind her by all the low-tier liquor Circuit Breaker served.

And then her attention was back on him.

"What else can you make?"

It was a slow night at the bar, things tended to be that way. It was why people liked the Breaker -- they came for pool, darts, and to otherwise be left to drink. In a way, it was the eye of a storm in a city that was so often too loud. Too much.

a  hum  came  in  reply  ;  soft  ,  low  .         he  carried  the  ghost  of  a  habit  in  his  lungs:  the  memory  of  a  cigarette  lifted  to  his  lips  ,  the  slow  pull  of  breath  ,  again  and  again  .  they  said  it  dulled  the  edge  of  stress  ,  took  the  bite  out  of  nerves  .  for  him  ,  it  had  only  ever  been  a  veil  drawn  over  the  iron  taste  of  blood  that  lingered  stubbornly  after  a  gunfight  .

his  gaze  drifted  once  more  to  the  small  origami  swan  resting  in  her  hand  ,  then  to  where  she  set  it  behind  the  counter  with  a  quiet  sort  of  reverence  .  it  sat  there  like  a  keepsake  ,  or  maybe  a  promise  (  fragile  pretending  permanence  )  .  he  wondered  ,  distantly  ,  if  one  day  his  name  might  carry  enough  weight  in  this  city  that  the  little  thing  would  become  more  than  folded  paper  -----  some  relic  that  drew  curious  eyes  and  crowded  whispers  ,  a  myth  disguised  as  a  trinket  .

❝  cranes  ,  swans  ,  flowers  -----  my  best  is  a  cat  .  ❞         he  tipped  the  glass  back  ,  the  vodka  slipping  down  smooth  and  cold  ,  his  tone  easy  ,  careless  .

❝  can’t  really  make  the  others  outta  napkins  .  paper’s  too  thin  ,  too  weak  .  ❞         the  ice  clicked  faintly  as  he  drained  the  last  of  it  ,  then  rapped  his  knuckle  against  the  bar  for  another  ,  the  sound  sharp  and  hollow  .         ❝  slow  night  ,  i’m  guessin’  -----  if  you’re  sittin’  here  askin’  me  ’bout  paper  .  ❞

memorize my coffee order, already!

quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.

stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.

give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.

don't move ... a single muscle.

can you teach me how to do that?

order room service – let's be lazy today.

pull out your ID, they card everyone here.

pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.

stop second guessing yourself.

don't say another word.

show me what you've been working on.

we're already late, can you hurry?!

we don't have time for this, [ name ].

just take the compliment, okay?

don't you dare just leave me here.

quit being so stubborn about this.

relax, i've got everything handled.

turn up the music! i love this song.

take my jacket, i'm not asking.

give me your hand, let's take a walk.

order whatever you want, it's my treat.

stop picking fights when you're tired.

meet me tonight ... our spot.

loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.

stay awake, you might have a concussion.

just let yourself be happy for once.

you have to stop sabotaging yourself.

tell me why you're really here.

drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!

quit trying to change the subject.

just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.

follow me and stay close.

just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.

call me when you get home safe.

don't beg,  it's pathetic.

stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.

can you  [ tie / zip ]  this for me?

stop lying to me.  tell me what you did.

put that down,  you don't know what it is.

tell me what you're thinking right now.

stay quiet until i figure this out.

tell me something i don't know about you.

come dance with me.

get out of my sight.

wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.

take my arm, those heels look dangerous.

let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.

can you stop hovering?

wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.

keep your hands where i can see them.

stop pretending you know what's going on.

find a first-aid kit.  quickly!

you can't tell anyone what you saw.

take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.

keep your voice down, they'll hear us.

don't you dare lie to me.

take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.

tell me a story from when you were little.

answer your phone when i call you.

give me your jacket, i'm freezing.

don't get yourself killed.

tell me what you see when you look at yourself.

tell me what you see when you look at me.

stop being so modest about your achievements!

leave them to me,  just go.

just admit that you love me.

just admit that you hate me.

come here,  let me look at you.

don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.

[ name ],  don't make me do this.

drop your  [ weapon ].

stay here and wait for my signal.

don't just sit there,  move.

take this and run,  don't let anyone have it.

pretend you're my  [ partner / gf / bf ].

don't look , you'll give us away.

stay with me, don't drift off.

stop pretending like you care.

go make sure the coast is clear.

take this with you.  it's a good luck charm.

don't tell anyone about this.

if anybody asks about today,  lie.

stop looking at me like that.

tell me you love me.

just kiss me,  already.

talk to me in [ language ].

keep your eyes on the road.

stop crying and calm down.

give me one chance to explain.

come with me.  there's so much we could do.

wear the  [ dress / tie / item ]  i gave you tonight.

show me how you like to be touched.

hold my hand.

kiss me,  make it look real.

look at me.  how many fingers am i holding up?

[ name ] ... will you marry me?

just slow down for a minute.  what's going on?

take a deep breath,  you need to calm down.

get out of here,  [ name ]!

draw your weapon.

go rest.  i'm not asking.

take a step back.

keep your promise for once.

quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.

give me a straight answer.

be polite to our guests.

look me in the eye and say that again.

put your feelings aside for a moment.

keep close to me.

here,  let me see that.

look up at the sky.

run ... run and don't stop!

get out of here,  i don't want to see you right now.

stand up,  this isn't over yet.

close your eyes and count to ten.

keep your head down and keep moving.

[ name ],  let me past.

listen carefully to what i'm about to say.

don't just stare, come in.

stop laughing, this isn't funny.

take this and hide it from me.

don't make a sound.

the sidewalk is slippery, give me your hand.

quit causing problems everywhere you go.

just admit that you don't know what you're doing.

stop right there, i mean it.

don't say that name aloud.

just trust me, okay?

stop acting so childish.

call the police.  now.

tell me you love me, even if it's not real.

take a good hard look.

stop the car,  [ name ].

let me walk you to your [ door / car ].

almost done, just give me five more minutes!

don't make eye contact.

stay out of trouble.

let me see that beautiful smile again.

just do it already,  we've waited long enough.

hold me tight,  and never let me go.

finish what you started.

tell me what you know.

quit being so melodramatic.

just stay away from me.

turn around.  slowly.

don't be scared.

put it down before somebody gets hurt.

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending.

grab me my  [ item ],  will you?

don't make assumptions.

put this over it to stop the bleeding.

get to safety! i'll be right behind you!

stay the night, i hate sleeping alone.

wipe that look off your face.

keep an eye on them.

look at yourself in the mirror.

#censuss  ;  PANTONE                         low  activity  .  independent  . mutual only .  multimuse and oc friendly . multimuse featuring a cyberpunk2077 v , dragon age rook mercar , a baldur's gate 3 tav and some other ocs  .