I'm Nothing Like Him

“Excuse me, can you tell me where the spinners here live? I have some thread I’d like spun…”

“At your service, my lady.”

“You’re a spinner? How convenient for me!”

“Well, my aunts–they’re the best spinners in the village–they’re away at market, but they taught me everything I know about it.”

“Perhaps you can see to this, then?” She waved her hand, and one of her guards stepped forward, revealing a box with a tangle of thread. “I’d like to make embroidery, but this is too thick.” she explained.

“Yes, my lady,” he said as he carefully accepted the box from the man. “I will get to this right away. I-I could even dye it for you afterward, if you like. Perhaps blue, to match your beautiful eyes?” 

“Excuse me, can you tell me where the spinners here live? I have some thread I’d like spun…”

“At your service, my lady.”

“You’re a spinner? How convenient for me!”

“Well, my aunts--they’re the best spinners in the village--they’re away at market, but they taught me everything I know about it.”

“Excuse me, can you tell me where the spinners here live? I have some thread I’d like spun…”

“At your service, my lady.”

bittersweet & strange

“You don’t strike me as the giving-up type.”

Sorry about the unplanned/unannounced (semi-)hiatus I’ve ben on as of late. There are a number of reasons for it; some personal, some muse-related (and the fact I have too many), some computer-related. Most of them have been resolved now and I’ll be working on getting my blogs back on track!

Feel free to send prompts!

Feel free to send prompts!

Be as honest or biting as you please. It’s time for a confrontation!

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.