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Fly, Dragonfly, fly! Spread your wings and flex your tail take off to the skies, follow the blowing winds! Leave behind the Wicked Men of Hollowing Trail and escape the poisons of their worded sins Fly, Dragonfly, fly!

dialogue prompts from the first season of marvel's jessica jones.

cheaters are good for business.

a big part of the job is looking for the worst in people.

people do bad shit. i just avoid getting involved with them in the first place.

i thought you didn't like or trust me.

you use sarcasm to distance people.

it's people like you who give people like you a bad name.

do i look like i'm hiding?

i don't get asked on a lot of second dates.

what else you got, sherlock?

i don't flirt. i just say what i want.

you could've used the door.

you're still the person who tried to do something.

i was never the hero you wanted me to be.

i want you to say it. 'none of it is my fault.'

knowing it's real means you've got to make a decision. one: keep denying it, or two: do something about it.

i don't do drama.

massages make me tense.

i texted you. six times.

don't... have feelings, okay?

i give you whatever you need, and you can't even give me a minute?

i know your voice.

you're not trying to be insulting, but you're succeeding.

i'm not safe anywhere.

i'm life threatening. steer clear of me.

we've never talked long enough for me to lie to you.

i don't give a bag of dicks what kinky shit you're into. just be into it quietly.

self respect. get some.

do you have to control everything?

you're turning into your mother.

maybe god sent you. maybe he didn't.

god didn't do this. the devil did.

you're all alone, so you have to pick away at other people's happiness.

you're a very perceptive asshole.

sleep it off. forget you were here. i'll do the same.

what exactly do you have left to lose?

looks like you're the mascot for a macabre club.

i don't need your protection.

yoga's not exercising. it's stretching.

my greatest weakness? occasionally, i give a damn.

i saw you and you saw me.

you know. you've known for a while.

i'm not hiding, but i'm not advertising.

being a hero just puts a target on your back.

nobody touches me anymore unless i want them to.

nothing plays like pictures in court.

i just want you to feel safe.

i don't take my shit out on other people.

it seemed normal at the time.

i might shoot you by accident.

would you put day drinking under 'experience' or 'special skills'?

this is a safe house? it looks like a '70s furniture outlet.

i need to know who i'm throwing in with.

let's go back to tense silence, i think.

i can't do that thing where i make you feel better. i don't know how.

you can't save me.

you might want to work on that poker face.

you'll be dining out on this story for years.

i preferred your brain on drugs.

you know how hard it was for me to show up on your doorstep?

keep the money. i owe you a favor.

if this is a booty call, i like your chances.

you can't pay penance for something you didn't do.

didn't i just kick your ass yesterday?

you've been through hell and saved me from the same.

you had no reason to believe me.

you didn't do anything wrong. it's me. i'm a piece of shit.

you don't have to face ____ alone.

it's not for you to decide who knows my history.

i'm not gonna talk about my shitty story. there's always someone who's had it worse.

you're too close to this.

i know a lot about holding onto shit.

it's over. it's done.

i'm just trying to make things right.

At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what WE are.

And yet, her words surprised him. A look at her, with the candlelight reflection the astonishment in his eyes, before a soft chuckle echoed through the library. “My blessings? – I think you’re very good at making your own decisions, Chloe. I wouldn’t dream of disagreeing with your choices, if you have a reasoning for them – be it political or your own heart. I couldn’t disagree. Not in matters like this. I…” A gentle shake of his head. It would be hypocritical of him and even if was known to sometimes be somewhat of a hypocrite, THIS would be against principles coming from the bottom of his heart. He would always choose and allow LOVE, even if he knew it wasn’t as simple as that. Couldn’t he dream of it at least? A sleepless fool lost in a daydream.

She raised a hand and gently shook her head, gentle smile illuminated by the candlelight. "I'm well aware, but I will still ask for it, and I will still want you to tell me the truth. There is a reason why I have been keeping you around, you know. You have so much knowledge and experience, and you have A GOOD HEART. I know I can always trust that." It would be the one time she would be happy for him to set his duties to the side, truly lean into the precious bond that they had built over the years. There was also no question of him walking her down the aisle, but she wasn't going to mention that now or she knew he would never sleep.

❛ it's not that i don't like you or anything, i think you're great, ❜ she said, sliding up behind chloe, dimples giving away her amusement. ❛ it's just... i always get a this buzzing in my head, and a headache the next day. what do you make of that? ❜

THE SMILE REMAINED ON HER LIPS, as innocent as it had been the whole time. It had been rather easy to fall into this act – terrifyingly easy to trick the Doctor into thinking she was just a scared humanoid being, who needed their saving. And the same went for the UNIT personnel. Wrapped around her fingers in nothing but the blink of an eye. Who would assume she had anything on her mind as gruesome as this, when she was crying her little heart out, about feeling alone and abandoned. Oh, it had nearly been TOO easy. Perhaps that was why she even enjoyed the other’s stubbornness now. A challenge. She had never stepped away from one.

In some way, this young woman made her think of the Doctor, too. There were some similarities in the way they behaved; the same gleam in Chloe’s eyes now, as she leaned her had back and looked at the ceiling. It felt as though she had seen it a million times before, shining at her from a pair of eyes, that had just been so much older than Chloe’s.

“Are you waiting for your friends to rescue you?” Had slightly tilted to the side as the innocent mask slipped on so easily again; the tone of her voice SAM HERTET again. A woman that Chloe might have learned to actually trust. Of course, this tactic of manipulating the other didn’t work, but it was still nice to show her just HOW MUCH SHE HAD TRICKED HER, TOO. Even if she hadn’t fallen for her act as quickly as the others, she had always seen the doubt in those honey eyes, asking herself if maybe her suspicions were without reason. It had been enough for her. It was enough to amuse her now, still.

She closed her eyes, a light smile returning to her lips at the confidence the Master had that she wouldn't be found. She VASTLY underestimated her colleagues, her friends, her family. The Master really had no idea what she had done, what lengths she knew Kate, Josh, Ed, they all would go to. And even if they didn't, it didn't matter. She'd die or crawl her way out through sheer determination if she had to.

Again she didn't speak. Speaking was relenting for the Master, Chloe was sure of that. It gave her more to work with, and at the moment she could tell the Time Lord was getting frustrated and impatient at how LITTLE she was being given. Even more so than her injuries showed. She would like to keep it that way. While the Master had kept her trapped and tortured, she at least had some control. She refused to relinquish it, refused to bend to the Master's will. She might as well try to break a diamond with how determined Chloe was.

Dipping another piece of bread into the stew, silence took over for a moment. Comfortable. The kind that felt just right, if you sat with the right person. And Peggy did. She knew Chloe was the right person for her in so many ways. Her softness and kindness allowing Peggy to show her own; letting the guard down she had built up for years and years, to hide herself behind, simply because SHE HAD HAD TO.

She sighed contently in the silence as they both continued to eat. These were the precious moments. Among every kiss, every time they held hands, every time they snuggled together in bed. The happy, lazy silence was something to treasure in and of itself. They didn't NEED to be talking all the time, relationship spanning so far beyond words it may as well reach to space, all the way through the layers of the atmosphere.

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

“I cannot argue with your reasoning, Chloe. – As long as you are aware, that there might not be a response, and you promise me, you will not be disappointed…” He trusted Chloe; while she was young, she was still incredibly smart and showed a rather impressive emotional maturity for her age. At least in his eyes.

She shrugged, giving him a knowing look in honey brown eyes. "We do hypotheses all the time, Dad. Just because it's a null hypothesis doesn't mean it doesn't MEAN something, does it? So just because she doesn't answer back right now won't mean she won't ever. Maybe she's only able to talk in code right now, but that's still something isn't it? I just want to cross this one thing off." Maybe she was being stubborn, but if she'd learnt anything from her parents it was that stubbornness GOT you somewhere, and it always helped to have a scientific mind.

❛ it's not as bad as it sounds. ❜

He knew he was, because he was still holding onto hope – not for his own love, but that Chloe could find it. And perhaps, secretly, at the bottom of his heart, he was still holding onto his own love, too. – A gentle shake of his head following Chloe’s words, even though he could do nothing but agree. The luxury he had, wasn’t given to her. Ironic, was it not? How his simpler position came with the luxury of freedom, taken from Chloe in exchange for riches, land and political power.

“I know the expectations put on you, Chloe.” Words spoken after a short pause in which he was trying to choose the right words. This was not a topic for a late night conversation of two sleepless beings, and yet here they were. “ – But I can still wish the best for you, can I not? I can still hope or pray that the political expectations put upon you, and such a thing as LOVE can be combined. It wouldn’t be simple, and perhaps it is bordering the realm of impossibility, but I can still WANT this for you, when it has not been granted to me.” A confession, that only said the things already known to her, and yet it felt as though he had opened up his heart with it, for her to see everything.

She always appreciated that. Still did, how he was still so fatherly to her, even with the hopes and dreams that she would find a suitable love match. It was an idea that she found a little naïve and mostly very optimistic, but she knew all the same that it came from the heart. It was a nice dream to have, if not a very achievable one. She just had to look at her priorities first. They had to keep the nobles happy, and well...a marriage of convenience wouldn't be too awful as long as whoever it was was at least agreeable.

" i feel like i've missed so much ! " said as hand curls even tighter around his coffee cup , listening as intently as he can . life had been quiet for the ponds , and he adored it . he loved the mundane and the ordinary . but that doesn't mean he didn't love listening to the stories . " so - wait , recap again . who were you fighting ? "

Perhaps her words had held real surprise, but then that was the whole point, wasn’t it? She wanted INFORMATION, and those also concerned Chloe herself. Who was she? Or should she rather ask WHAT she was? Not human, no. Nothing her scanners could have analysed. A mystery wrapped into the dirty remains of a summer dress with a butterfly print. Oh, wasn’t she sweet, pretending she was just like the humans surrounding her at her oh so loved UNIT? She was not. At least that the Master was sure of.

“I am sure you meant FORTUNATELY. – You know how you can make all of this stop. You only have to tell me what I want to know, and then…” A grand gesture with her hand as a promise of freedom. A woman of her words! She would Chloe go and live – at least for the moment. Until she had made further plans concerning whatever Chloe would have told her and then – well, one couldn’t expect her to just sit back and do nothing!

Despite how long she had been here now, despite the stench and the pain and the yearning for it to stop, she refused to entertain the Master. Not another word left her lips at the woman's smug correction that wasn't at all true. She had meant what she said, but the Master was clearly too egotistical to think otherwise. It was an incorrect assumption that Chloe wanted to live, that she wanted to make it out despite all that she had been through. Every second she lived since she was a teenager had felt like BORROWED TIME. What did she care if it was running out now? She was by no means an idiot. She knew the Master would kill her the moment she had gotten everything she wanted, and she wouldn't trade that information for anything in the entire multiverse.

She didn't even recoil or fight at the way the Master touched her cheek. Not to conserve energy, but because she didn't want her to have the SATISFACTION of it. It was all a game to her, Chloe knew that, and she knew that no matter what, she was going to win. She would win if she died, she would win if she survived and someone rescued her now. One way or another, the Master wasn't going to get what she wanted.