I will find you

A cute lil thing for the cutest lil thing! @edenxmp

Kaya asking for a favor was as rare as a super blue moon, but so the universe would have it that both things happened around the same time. 

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It was a terrible habit of his not being able to say no to her, so he agreed before even knowing what he was getting himself into. A coworker of hers had been going through a rough time, and Kaya wasn’t able to walk with her to work so she offered him up for it. Not bad at all, huh? He thought so, so Carter agreed for a second time and asked every detail he could think of; where she lived, what she looked like, where they were going, and her favorite drink.

They often headed to work together. “And she’s the cutest, nicest, warmest person ever. You’ll love her, I know it!” Were the words his friend used to describe Eden, and despite knowing better than to trust Kaya, he believed her. Whenever she’d go out of her way for someone, that person would turn out to be out of this world, both theoretically and realistically, so he didn’t worry too much about meeting the friends of his friends. 

They were his friends too, after all. All things considered. 

Gruesome weeks when every noise, the slightest shadow of an unexpected movement and even as much as the glance of that damned back alley, ran the danger of setting off shock and anxiety within her. Traces of her ex-lover lingered around her and made her fear for her safety with every step. The fact that she once felt invincible against any odds but got humbled so fast by her ex-lover was a shame she carried around with her.

And yet, whenever she was around her friend, Eden felt safe. Kaya, who carried herself with her head held up high and was ready to fight for anyone who was dear to her. The girl with an unmatched energy that could bring an endearing smile to even the grumpiest creatures. Would she know how much Eden treasured their friendship? Held it close like the pendant of a necklace to her chest? She might never find the words to describe the whirlwind of positivity that is her friend. 

The ice in the glass of water has already melted, merged and turned lukewarm in the warmth of her palms. Eden’s gaze shifted from people walking home, to the leaves of trees rustling with the breeze, to a squirrel running into a bush. No sight of danger. 

Tonight would mark the first night in a while where she wouldn’t walk to work with her friend and yet, she felt strangely at ease. She knew that Kaya, being the absolute gem of a person she is, wouldn’t let her walk by herself no matter what. Of course, she’d organize for somebody to accompany her on her way to the bar, no matter how many times Eden assured her she’d be fine by herself. Bless that girl for not listening to her. 

Despite her usual aversion to men, she knew he’d be one of the nicer ones, simply because she trusted Kaya’s judgment. Still, when she heard her doorbell ring, her whole body tensed and the once still water in her glass started forming little circles from the movement. With a deep exhale and a large sip, she walked away from the window she had been staring out of and placed the glass on the table on her way to the door. Just to make sure, she briefly looked through the peephole before she finally opened the door with a small smile on her lips.

Kind eyes.

It was the first thing she noticed. 

That he had very kind eyes. 

And the way his cheeks flushed when he talked made him look younger than she guessed him to be, but it only added to the endearing charm he had. “You must be…” she hesitated for half a second, trying to be very certain to not call him by a wrong name, “Carter, right?” 

When she opened her mouth to speak, there was now the hint of a blush on her own cheeks, “It’s very kind of you to do this for me. And for Kaya, of course. Thank you for that.” It shamed her a little that she had to inconvenience anybody with her problems, but those thoughts were locked away and spared for when she’d have time to worry about it. For now, she simply grabbed her bag and her keys and stepped out into the hallway with him, closing the door behind her. 

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

  Prince Charming. That makes Heather’s lips turn up in a little smile. That’s kinda cute! He keeps the thought to himself but softly he says out loud, “Prince Charming~”

   The flattery does wonders for his ego but it only shows in the polite little chuckle he gives after. They both stay there on the edge for a little moment before she says something that Heather didn’t really expect her to. He had come to urge her to be brave and step out there to dance with or without someone and she took that urging to be brave and asked him! How fun!

  Dipping his head Heather accepts the offer and the opportunity to get to know her. What a lovely way for a possible friendship to grow! “If the lady asks, I go.”

He has to be what seems to be almost a full head taller than her, and she’d have to tilt her head up to look at him. But she doesn’t. Not right away, at least. Instead, Eden briefly lets her eyes scan the room again to look out for any threats to a peaceful night—something she’ll find herself doing a lot that evening. She vowed to herself that she won’t let anyone spoil her first gala, and she intends to keep that promise no matter what. 

When he speaks, however, she finally looks up and the smile finds her features as effortlessly as a breath. “It is! Am I being obvious about it?” Her tone is cheerful, and a soft chuckle underlines her words at the sound of the nickname. It will be one that she’ll remember for a long time. “We have so many good-looking residents on our island, don’t you think?” She uses her question as an excuse to let her gaze drift around for a fraction of a second before she looks back at him.

“I wouldn’t dare to assume” – she would – “but I don’t suppose this is your first gala, is it?”

This time, when she breaks eye contact, it’s only to sneak a peek at the statement piece that is his necklace.

While her lover's tears should have quelled her to stop, Nora had to prove her point, to win. Eden would be hers, whether or not she loved her. This obsessive passion was there, a dangerous concoction of emotions that could one day prove deadly. Though, Nora did not have plans to kill the other. As long as they acted in line, much like they did now, they would just have to bear her advances.

"You should have killed me."

Nora watched her shake before her, and she took a step forward. Her hand reached up to grab their wrists, shaking it just enough for the knife to fall to the ground before she pinned her one again against the wall. She allowed no space, form against form. Nora had missed the other, even if she could never admit it.

"Because, you are not going to get what you want." She explains, tilting her head so that she could grab her gaze. Her voice deepening as she spoke. Confidence ringing with each word. "Eden, you know you do not want me to let you go. I do have love for you in my heart, and it has made me so so forgiving. But to let you just disappear, that will never happen."

The words cut her like a blade, and feelings of rage and frustrations drown under the overwhelming waterfall of fear that is rushing within her. A gasp dies on her lips when she feels her body get pressed against the wall, facing her former lover. 

Lover. Even just thinking of that word makes her blood boil in what she would later realize is disgust and contempt. She presses the back of her head against the wall in an attempt to create some type of distance between them. Out of her peripheral vision, she spots the knife on the ground not far from her foot, and she is almost tempted to try and somehow get a hold of it. Almost. 

Unlike her, Nora doesn’t need a weapon to be deadly. Nora is the weapon.

“No…” the word sounds soft on her lips, and not even Eden is can say whether it is an answer to a question or another plea to get away from her. Nora’s voice echoes in her mind and she can see her lips moving, but no sound reaches her ears. The words turn into a distant murmur and for a moment, all she can perceive is her heart drumming against her chest in a mix of emotions and adrenaline. Why is this happening? Why is she scared? What exactly does Nora want from her? 

Before she can find an answer to her self-imposed questions, her eyes widen in shock and find her ex-lover’s in a futile attempt to make sense of the situation. A kiss. Soft and brief and unmistaken. The feeling inside her is akin to getting pulled out of the water too suddenly after being held under for so long; fresh air finally filling her lungs. Maybe there’s something inside of her that’s rejoicing at the action, but if such a thing exists, it’s buried too deep for her to sense. 

Instead, Eden mourns the feelings she once had. Love and affection drain out of her body and dissipate in the night. It brings forth the feeling of wrath and hatred. Standing in front of her, threatening her, is not the woman whose love she once treasured so dearly and who she loved unconditionally. This is a monster. Hungry on power and sick with desire. 

As if coming out of a daze, her face briefly contorts into a picture of bitterness before it changes into something resembling sadness. 

‘I will never love you again.’ Those are the words that burn on the tip of her tongue, the words she so desperately wants to say but has to bite back. Eden knows she’s at a disadvantage, her position to fight is less than ideal. So instead she wills herself to swallow the feeling of spite and summons the hint of kindness to her face.

“Do you think,” traces of hostility still linger in her voice, but she does so on purpose to make the transition seem true, “we could restart? After all you’ve done?”

When she puts fairy tales to shame! A gala starter for @edenxmp

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    Now that is cool! Heather is midway to the finding another glass of water when he spots her. A woman he’s not seen before in a gown fit for a fairy tale. The ice blue-purple and white gradient calls to mind a much cooler and updated version of Cinderella. Heather marvels at the dress and the beautiful accessories chosen to accentuate the look without overwhelming it. She really nailed the dress code! He’s about to keep going when she adjusts her dress so as not to step on the bottom of it and he spots her shoes.

   Talk about completing a look!! 

   “Wow,” he says as he watches her seem to glide as she walks. She advances a little bit but doesn’t enter the dance floor, just stays on the edge of it. Alone.

   Most might let her sort out if she wants to find someone to dance with or stay there just watching but Heather’s friendly demeanor moves him. He walks closer than shifts to stand beside her with a good space and observe as well.

   “Don’t look now but someone is giving Cinderella a run for her money,” he says eyes still on the dance floor. He turns then and smiles at her, “It’s you honey. Thinking about going out there?”

It’s been a while since she’s gotten the chance to switch from her usually casual clothing style to a more elegant fit for the occasion. Her eyes scan the room as she not only takes in the beautiful attire of the attendants but also checks for the one person she desperately wants to avoid.

Eden smiles softly when she sees her mother in the distance, her co-worker laughing in her usual cute fashion and faces of patrons she recognizes on the dance floor. 

She bundles up her dress a little to safely—although maybe a little too eagerly—make her way towards the middle of the room. The spectacle of dancing figures is mesmerizing and she can’t help but relax at the sight. 

If it weren’t for the soothing, low tone of that voice, Eden might’ve visibly tensed up, but besides her blinking her eyes a few times, she manages to mask the surprise without difficulties. There’s something friendly and playful in that voice and although she doesn’t usually get a warm vibe from men, she can sense kindness in his. 

Still, no amount of kindness stands a chance against her curiosity and despite his instructions, she lets her gaze wander. Whatever he’s looking at, she wants to see it, too. Only when she senses his position shift does she dare to turn her head towards the stranger talking to her. 

Her eyes near instantly settle on the statement piece that is his necklace, before she offers up that smile that she’s tried so hard to fight when he finally reveals who he’s been talking about.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Prince Charming himself.” After working at a bar for long enough, she has perfected the balance between a friendly tone with just a sprinkle of teasing and she’s making sure to use it. Eden has seen him when she came in, admittedly first drawn to interest by the outfit of the tattooed man next to him but stuck on his own for a bit longer. He looks dashing, to say the least. 

“I might,” she raises her eyebrows and cocks her head to the side in emphasis, “in the right company.” Eden holds out her hand to invite him to take it, allowing herself to relax a little in his presence. 

The woman before her was quite different than that of her lover. Nora was truthfully rather impressed. It was nearly as if they had hit a turning point, growing to a point that they felt strong enough to escape something that they now deemed unbearable. But, while Nora was rather smart and crafty, she was not quite sure what part had truly been unbearable: the work or her actions. If the work had been unbearable, Nora could forgive that, but if it was the other, Eden would have a lot more strength that she would need to rely on to move on forward.

Nora's gaze never left Eden as she moved. She focused on the shift of emotions, eyes barely even glancing over to the knife as it moved. While Nora did not care to die, she knew that would never do so alone. So, she remained unchanged, unmoved by the other's act. Eden was merely a trapped animal showing it's teeth, but in the end, Nora always enjoyed their bite.

“You wanted me until you found a replacement.” Venom laced her words as she remembered the sight of a new recruit next to her lover and her many failed attempts to get Nora’s love and attraction again. When she did, it didn’t last long for her to lose it again to someone else. Her loved one seemed to be drunk on power and the limitless options of distractions. 

Eyes shifted swiftly towards the weapon in her hand as she pondered over the questions. Nothing could excuse the wrongdoings Eden has done in the past, and simultaneously there was just as little that could make her regret it. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a gasp passed her lips when she felt the pressure of Nora’s skin against the tip of the knife. Her former gang leader was just as unpredictable as she’s always been. She was always at least two steps ahead. 

Her eyes widened, and for a second it felt like the ground beneath her crumbled and sucked her into a deep pit. It was only a split second later, when she regained control, that she noticed it was her knees almost buckling in what felt like a natural reaction to those words. Would she be able to do it? Would she be able to kill Nora? Certainly not without a price. Then again, none of those questions were as important as the one rushing through her mind. Does she want to kill Nora?

Truth be told, in her anger, Eden thought about killing Nora multiple times. In her rage and thirst for revenge, she was ready to go to extremes. So why was it so hard to thrust her arm forward and just push the knife in? Why was the weapon suddenly that much heavier? Her gaze focuses on the woman in front of her, something soft and resembling yearning flashed in Eden’s eyes. “I…” It wasn’t like her to start a sentence without knowing the end of it, but the chaos within kept her from coming up with anything reasonable to say for a few more seconds.

The grip on the weapon loosened and it felt like it could drop out of her shaky hands at any moment. “I don’t want to kill you.” Her words are sharp—a tone that came natural to her—but there was no bite behind them. As if she was just stating a fact.

“Leave me alone…” Tears pricked her eyes but she refused to reveal her frustration like that. “…please.” 

The panic. The fear. The anger. It was all there.

"I see distance has made you more bold but foolish as well." Nora still keeps her voice hushed, her annoyance clear. No one needed to be in their business, though there was also no one around her. Her hand tightened on the woman's hair to punish her for her slip, and she made no movement to move or free the other. In truth, she missed the closeness, their flesh, even their scent though tainted by their work and the club.

Nora's free hand moved to the woman's back, slowly slipping down the length of their spine. "What do I want?" She muses as her hand subtly passed over each pocket, one by one. Nora knew Eden better than the other may give her credit. Though, she was not here to hurt the other, and even if so, it would just be enough to protect herself. Eden was her possession, and Nora was not in the business of ruining her goods.

"Simple. You."

As her hand landed on the outline of the knife, it was a quick move before she pulled the item out. Yet, she made no move to injure the other. Instead, that knife was placed into the demigoddess's hand. Nora reasoned too bravely that the other wouldn't be strong enough to hurt her, even though they left her. It was a test. And to do the right outcome, it would mean the other would live.

Disgust and repulsion filled her when she felt a hand delicately glide along her spine. Or at least that’s what she told herself, dismissing the distant feeling of belonging and warmth as pesky remnants of her past life. There was a time when she craved that touch, longed for it like water on a hot summer afternoon, and considered it the highlight of her day. Nora was once everything she wanted. Now, she was everything she was afraid of. 

It would be difficult to determine who Eden was more infuriated with, her former lover for ruining her chance at her newfound paradise, or herself for letting her guard down.

How could she be so foolish? 

Nora always gets what she wants. By any means necessary. 

The proclamation sends a cold shiver down her spine, rendering her frozen in fear. Eden let a curse die on her tongue when she felt her weapon being pulled out of her pocket, her body tensing in anticipation. Being killed with a knife seemed like a merciful death but she knew that Nora wasn’t one to show mercy. 

She stayed there for a few more seconds, not daring to move after the weapon has been put into her hand. Those words, a humiliation in themselves, only enraged her more. Taking a deep breath, she finally turns around to face Nora. There was a time in her life, where she could get lost in her eyes for hours or admire her beauty for hours. Now that they were facing each other, though, Eden felt nothing but repulsion at the sight. 

“I’m not afraid of you.” It was a lie but she always had a talent for making her voice sound convincing despite her feelings. Unfortunately for her, they both knew that Nora didn’t need words to determine one’s mood. 

The daughter of Skadi steadied her stance, bringing half a step's worth of distance between her and the brick wall in her back, as she glared at the other woman. 

“I don’t want you,” She felt her voice almost crack with the words and paused briefly while gripping the knife firmly, ready to use it at any misstep. “I don’t want to see you.” It was a bold decision to go directly against Nora’s command of being good, but Eden figured that she would already be dead if the goal was a clean kill. 

“You don’t want me. You never did.” The words were spat in the most heinous tone she could muster as she gathered her courage to take a small but daring step towards her attacker. Would she rip her heart out? Would she kill her on the spot and conclude Eden’s nightmare?

@edenxmp

Nora had just disappeared has quick and sudden as she had appeared to Eden. It was a mind game, one of which she was sure that she was winning. However, she was not quite sure what Eden really felt over seeing her. Fear, sadness, guilt were the top emotions she suspected, and after several days, she knew she could no longer wait. She wanted to hear to feel from the source. So, she had waited in the alleyway behind Dr. Feel Goods. Hidden by the dark shadows and an oversized dumpster, Nora felt confident that the other wouldn't realize she was there it was too late.

Nora had timed it well, not being outside too long before she heard those familiar and lone footsteps. Giving her just enough distance ahead of her, Nora moved fast to pin the demigoddess against the nearby brick wall, pressing the woman face-forward the wall as she allowed no space between them and the wall. A hand moved up, gripping Eden's hair so that she could pull her head back.

She was trapped.

Today, though, the demigoddess felt strangely at peace. Surely, whoever has been seeking her out, would’ve already shown up by now after spotting her; patience wasn’t always their gang’s strong suit. The key to the bar slid easily into her pocket after she pulled on the door like she always did to make sure it was locked. She briefly stretched her neck to either side to shake off any anxiety and strain of her shift before she finally made her way back home to curl up comfortably in her bed and treat herself to a well-deserved rest. If only she knew that the universe had a different plan in store for her. 

She felt eyes on her long before she heard anything and she would curse herself later for dismissing her gut-feeling so easily. A scream died in her throat, turning into an audible gasp when she felt hands grab and push her, and eventually evolve into a groan when her body hit the wall. Sirens went off in her head, thoughts of escape flooded her mind and her hand twitched in a futile attempt to reach the knife in her pocket as her face contorted in pain. She has gotten sloppy, the lack of practice making itself known when suddenly all her mistakes presented themselves in the form of bricks in front of her. 

The urge to struggle, to push herself off, to kick her feet back halted with her hair being pulled, a pained groan escaping through gritted teeth. It was her. Paralyzed, her heart started racing, and her throat tightened in fear, her whole body tensing under the grip. That bone-chilling voice rendered her speechless for just a second longer before her mind did what it always does whenever she felt panic—shut that shit down and turn it into anger. 

Without thinking of consequences, a soft ‘Bitch’ slipped past her lips as her eyes trained onto the woman holding her in place. Eden never dared to insult her former lover before, but then again, she was never as terrified of her as she was at that moment. 

(  sentence  starters  of  various  quotes  that  can  be  said  from  the  villain.  looking  for  the  hero  version?  click  here.  )

❛ i’m the villain of your dreams! ❜

❛ what are you going to do when someone you save kills someone else in the future? ❜

❛ violence only breeds more violence. ❜

❛ you were right. i never did become a hero. ❜

❛ it takes a monster to destroy a monster. ❜

❛ i wonder which will get you killed faster: your loyalty or your stubbornness? ❜

❛ they fear me because i fear nothing. ❜

❛ rome wasn’t built in a day, but it burned in one. ❜

❛ i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams. ❜

❛ better a monster than an arrogant god. ❜

❛ i am a monument to all your sins. ❜

❛ ugh, spare me the heroic monologue. let’s just fight. ❜

❛ if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have. ❜

❛ i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be. ❜

❛ how many people have to die because you can’t break your code? ❜

❛ power belongs to those who take it. ❜

❛ i do very bad things, and i do them very well. ❜

❛ i wasn’t given a choice. ❜

❛ i am my own demon. ❜

❛ you don’t know what i’m capable of. what i’ve done. ❜

❛ underestimate me. that’ll be fun. ❜

❛ the question isn’t who is going to let me, it’s who is going to stop me. ❜

❛ if i cannot bend heaven, then i will raise hell. ❜

❛ but what if i choose the darkness instead? ❜

❛ i have no desire to clear my name in your book of fiction. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t have buried me. i’m not dead. ❜

❛ i am going to be the deadliest piece on the board. ❜

❛ tell the wolves, i’m home. ❜

❛ they’re dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i. ❜

❛ i could set this world on fire and call it rain. ❜

❛ no one notices your tears, or your pain. but they notice your mistakes. ❜

❛ don’t trust my smile. ❜

❛ i am the tall dark stranger those warnings prepared you for. ❜

❛ i may be heartless, but you’re naive. ❜

❛ nothing is stronger than a person with a broken heart and a smiling face. ❜

❛ i win because i don’t know how to lose. ❜

❛ say goodbye to the old me. ❜

❛ i’m only just getting started! ❜

❛ i’ll survive. somehow i always do. ❜

❛ tell lies about me. i’ll tell the truth about you. ❜

❛ i’m not a god. not yet. ❜

❛ i’ll wear your hate like war paint. ❜

❛ don’t bark if you can’t bite. ❜

❛ the deeper you dig, the darker it gets. ❜

❛ i’m everything you can’t control. ❜

❛ i hope you regret giving up on me. ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ you call yourself a hero? ❜

❛ maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜