β°ββ€ STARTER PROMPTS : Merlin, The Mark of Nimueh ( 1x03 )
a set of starter prompts, all from the series ! * some quotes edited for context !
β arenβt you scared ? β
β most of the time, thereβs nothing really to be scared of. β
β you were saying ? β
β people mustnβt see this. theyβll panic. β
β i picked them for you. something to cheer you up. i know youβre not sleeping well. β
β sorry iβm late. β / β donβt worry, iβm getting used to it. β
β if [ name ] is right, believe me: the city will be wiped out. β
β we have to find this sorcerer, and quickly. β
β this is magic of the darkest kind. β
β why would someone use magic like that ? β
β magic corrupts. people use it for their own ends. β
β magic is neither good nor bad. itβs how you use it. β
β what do you expect to find in there ? β
β what have you done with the magic book i gave you ? β
β i found a place where you can put things. itβs called a cupboard. β
β how long do you think it may be before you find a cure ? β
β you want to practice magic when the king is hunting sorcerers ? are you mad ? β
β your time will come. β
β weβve searched everywhere. the entire city. β
β sometimes i do wonder whether your magical talents were given to the right person. β
β anything else ? β
β [ name ] , youβre a prodigy. β
β that may be too late for them. β
β i fear you may be right. β
β i canβt stand by and watch our people die. β
β itβs a miracle. β
β you donβt seem surprised. β
β how did you know ? i havenβt told anyone. β
β how could you know ? β
β yeah, all right β¦ youβve finally found out. iβll tell you. iβm psychic. β
β youβre strange. i donβt mean that in a nasty way, youβre just β¦ funny. i like that. β
β seize them. β
β what have i done ? i havenβt done anything ! β
β theyβre innocent ! i know theyβre innocent ! β
β what can i do ? i canβt turn a blind eye. β
β no, please ! youβve got to listen to me ! i havenβt done anything wrong ! β
β [ name ] ! [ name ] , please, help me ! β
β what have you done ? β
β and how are you going to prove that ? β
β undo this enchantment. β
β undo this enchantment. put an end to this contagion. β
β i can show you no mercy. β
β youβre sentencing the wrong person. β
β i donβt believe evil is in their heart. β
β i thought i was doing good. β
β an easy solution is like a light in a storm. rush for it at your peril, for it may not always lead you to a safe harbour. β
β itβs alright. donβt worry about me. thereβs no point in crying about it. β
β oh, [ name ] β¦ i canβt have this happen. β
β one thing. you donβt have to, but β¦ remember me. β
β youβre not going to die. β
β youβre not going to die. iβm not going to let this happen. β
β i cannot let them die for me. β
β they donβt know what theyβre talking about. β
β i canβt allow this. this is madness ! β
β they saved my life, remember ? β
β [ name ] is a wonder, but the wonder is that theyβre such an idiot. β
β donβt waste my time again. β
β thankfully, they saved you from your own stupidity. β
β what the hell was that ?! β
β have you got a better idea ? β
β [ name ] β¦ iβm going to get you out. β
β will you help me ? β
β trust the elements that are at your command. β
β you cannot do this alone. you are but one side of a coin. β
β i donβt understand. β
β i donβt understand. just tell me what i have to do. β
β please, help me ! β
β [ name ] , what are you doing ? β
β we have to prove [ name ] βs innocence. β
β sorry about all this. [ name ] βs not been in today. β
β no, i certainly canβt imagine that, either. β
β maybe thatβs because i havenβt found the right person to love. β
β sadly, the age of gallantry seems to be dead. β
β sadly, the age of gallantry seems to be dead. you look around and all you see are small men not big enough to fill their armour. thereβs not one of them able to stand up for what is right. β
β what do you want me to do ? β
β youβd better be right about this, [ name ] . β
β turn back. you could get hurt. β
β turn back. you could get hurt. β / β so could you, if you donβt get out of my way. β
β how are we going to find it ? β
β letβs just hope we find it before it finds us. β
β what is it ? are you alright ? β
β donβt pretend. i know what you did. β
β one day, people wonβt believe what an idiot you are. β
β [ name ] , you will pay for this. β
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β iβll kill you! β that too for Ronan bc she just had it.
Ronan laughs. The reminders of his prophecy from that girl... he will not be dying today. Never today, and she will never be killed by him either. It drives the urges inside him mad. How he craves to carve out her insides, to drink the pools of blood that will spill out of her. How he would consume her to have her forever! Because there is not a chance in the Otherworld that she would belong to him any other way.
He licks his lips and claps his hands together. A rhythm matching the steady beat of thrumming in his ears. How the darkness yells and screams inside him. Urging him to devour her, and damn the consequences. Itβs a miracle how he is holding himself back. The burning pit in his stomach only wants to unleash... he covers his mouth to muffle the maddening fit of giggles.
βYouβre beautiful!β His impulses make him blurt obvious truths. But itβs chilling how he says it. Like everything hinges on it, as if her beauty is the only thing that could ever save him. (And how it will! How her blood will cover his body as he dies like a warm embrace; the only embrace heβll receive from her.) βYou should become angry more often, doll.β He gasps for air as his fit calms down. The giggles disappear but his eyes are wide and wild.Β
His mood switches as quickly as flipping a coin...
βOh, your hair is aflame! That's cuuuute!β He reaches for the flames of her hair, it burns him but he doesnβt seem to care. Or maybe he simply adores how her fire harms him. Itβs hard to tell with those wide emerald moons in his pupils. βOwwie!β Ronan pouts childishly as he pulls his hands back from the flames. βYou burn quite hot, Sumsy. Maybe cool down? Relax a little?β He taunts.
βCanβt you stay a little longer?β / tati and rhys ? srtdfyugtdfygu
Now that is interesting! How wretched the way this girl clings to the past. A past that was never meant to last. It makes him twitch, a piece of sharp rage building inside his rotted heart. She should know better by now. A simple act isnβt going to build a bridge between them. He has his own reasons for saving Faylin. That boy plays a twisted part in his designs. But as he thinks about this longer... he understands the way he can use this to make her choke on his strings. Toying with her like a puppet is amusing. Rhys enjoys the way she bends, breaks and becomes all battered. Yet she never breaks the act of that smile.Β
Until right now.
He feels a chuckle bubbling in his throat. It sounds like a gurgled growl. Itβs unpleasant and the air seems to become heavy. The air itself seems to become polluted with his joy. This girl is one of the finest pieces of entertainment. Yet she continues to surprise him in the most dreadful and disgusting ways.Β
βAre you going to pout, Tatiana?β Rhys taunts. The wind stills, the songs of nature come to an abrupt halt. Rhys leans in close, his sharp teeth revealed in his sardonic grin. The grin stretches across his face, and itβs uncanny on his face. A man of no emotions... mocking her own act.Β
βDonβt hide it.β Rhys snaps, and a finger digs into her bottom lip. His nail pierces into her lip. The golden ichor spills into her mouth. He doesnβt hesitate in licking up the ichor from her lip. Those sharp teeth of his leaving his mark in her lip and giving her exactly what she wants. βI may as well leave my mark on you now that youβre a widow. A reminder of your mistakes; after all, your son would have never been taken if you were a good wife and mother, hm?β He mocks and wraps his hand on her throat. He can smell the arousal coming from her as continues humiliating her by shoving her down on the dirt.
She will not be adored, but she wonβt be alone tonight. In his corrupt way; he fulfills her request. As a darling older brother should.
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The memories are like hot flashes; blinding and painful... A side effect of the ritual to become a Faerie. The blessing Tatiana can bestow onto a foolish pirate girl.Β
The Queen is the kindest woman Iβve ever known... and Iβm sorry to her that she has to see any of this. Of my poor pitiful and pathetic life. Iβd erase it myself if I could, my Queen.
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βYou might be able to handle it but do you truly believe that this boy can...?β Thereβs that taunting voice that I know so well. Itβs grating and irritating, as painful as the ropes around my wrist. They burn with each movement I make and I would prefer to burn my skin raw than take another moment of this. But thereβs no option for that here. Thereβs no easy way out. Not until Hook and the others find us...Β
But ignoring him only makes him more angry. That makes me smile. Itβs bitter and I can feel my lips rip apart. The skin is broken, Iβve been bitten and sliced. But none of that matters with Fay tied up on the opposite side. Because Pan may be right. He may not be able to handle this. Pain in this sort of form...
If he really is some sort of Prince of Faeries... which I still doubted sometimes. Is that wrong? Can you blame me? Itβs hard to believe that a Faerie can not only be royal but also the Sun.Β
βI suspect that he never quite felt pain before coming here, I suspect that as strong as he was, he always had Mommy and Daddyβs magic keeping him nice and safe and strong. Rather pathetic donβt you think?β He stabs Fay in the stomach and he screams. The scream is haunting, and I still have nightmares of it. Even after he left me.Β
βDo what you want, I still wonβt submit.β I spit at his face and he grabs mine. Itβs enough to anger him, which was the point. I know whatβs coming, I always do with that glare in his eyes. A blade is taken and pushed right through the center of my right eye and pushed all the way back until thereβs nothing but blackness and Iβm hanging like a slaughter animal from my hands.Β
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βWendy Moira Angela Darling...β I whisper with a smile. Like Iβm trading a secret within the night. Itβs not the first time Iβve seen this boy around my room in the middle of the night with my brothers. But itβs the first time Iβve spoken with him and I canβt help but notice just how the candle light reflects on his face.
How beautiful he is to me despite those odd ears. I reach out to touch them and he lets me. He laughs, and I laugh because itβs contagious. Why canβt every boy be like this? Sweet and funny. Unlike the boys in my home, unlike the ones I deal with daily. How dumb they all are. Even my own father; the man who wants to use me for my purity, to sell me for money. To marry me off and take everything he can from what she can give.
I never wanted that. I never wanted to be some innocent wife. I never wanted to be a mother. Trapped by the restrictions society gives to us. Itβs useless. It lacks joy. I want to be happy, I want to live for myself and everything from this boy seems to offer that.
He speaks of a land where you never have to grow up. Where thereβs no one to tell you who you can and cannot be. My ultimate mistake is taking his hand and him for his word. I never wanted to be his. I never desired to be property and I certainly never desired to play wife with him.Β
Because he became cruel. The moment he had me in bed is the moment things began to change. I bled for days after, I had deep bite marks on my skin, that will never heal, I will never be the same and it's because of him. He did all of this to me.
And I hate him.Β
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βTell me about them Fay. If you want to hang onto them, you have to talk about your family. Nothing else.βΒ
βBut it hurts...β
βYou want to escape this land one day, donβt you? You donβt want to go back home a whole different person. You have to talk about them. You have to remember. Because I will tell you, with brutal honesty, that I do not recall my parents' faces. I donβt recall theyβre names. They are just there. Faceless and nameless. I know my father wanted me to sell me like a cow to be bred. I know my Mother would let him because that is how life was. But I cannot recall any possible joy I may have had. Do you understand?βΒ
I can see him struggle. His eyes shut as he grips onto the ship, nails digging into the wood and I think he mutters something in his language. A curse, or something, I figured. Because itβs what Iβd say. We arenβt so different, I know we arenβt.
βMy mother, sheβs the Queen of Faeries. The Seelie Kingdom and theyβre nothing like the wretched Fae here.β He keeps his eyes shut, like heβs trying to imagine her face. βSheβs beautiful. The most beautiful woman Iβve ever seen and her smile... She always has that smile even through the hardest of times. Not that sheβd let any of us see that. She keeps her struggles to herself. Her damage... It only made her stronger, and a better mother.
I think she only wants the best for us. But weβre too strong. Me and my sisters. Spring, she was born first. The first breath after the cold long winters. Summer was born after her by Mother and my Father...βΒ
He struggles but he keeps going. I almost want to ask about his Father. Why would he cause so much pain in his voice? But that is a secret even I canβt share. I swore a promise.
βSummer was... is my best friend. Sheβs wild, and carefree. Never one to seek permission. I think my Mother loves that about her the most. Even if it possibly scares her. Can you imagine giving birth to two vital blessings upon the realms? I... I canβt. I cannot imagine carrying that burden. She protected them their whole lives.Β
Then I was born. She probably hoped Iβd be normal. But I wasnβt. Iβm the Sun, and I am so vital to the balance. But Iβm gone. She must be so scared...βΒ Fay cries. I hug him from the side, my arm wrapped around his shoulders and he cries into my shoulder. He keeps going with his story and I learn far too much.Β
Seelies. Unseelies. Love. Loss. Pain. The Balance. The Moon. We understood that remembering everything would be impossible so we made a list.Β
It would be a tale of his family, his childhood best friend, his training, his role, and growing up. What mattered the most. Slowly he began forgetting things he told me about in the beginning. How the Moon was truly the only Unseelie he trusted in secret. How he could never share that with him because of what his Father would say. How he valued his Fatherβs view on him more than his own personal desires and needs.Β
I cried hearing some things. I laughed at others. I understood the darkest parts. And I understood the secrets and I am honored that he trusted those to me...Β
Me.Β
A pirate. A selfish disgusting pirate whoβd sell half of her crew in a pinch if it would let her survive. Or at least thatβs what I tell myself. Time and time again, I find myself caring far too much. Truth be told, Iβm a loyal fool when it counts, is that awful? Perhaps. Depends on which side of the story youβre on because thereβs nothing I wouldnβt do for those I care for.
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Do you know where we are?Β
Itβs not Neverland any longer. The light hurts my eyes as I peak above my ship. The colors here are so vibrant. There are colors I could have never imagined before and they strain my eyes because I am not meant to see them. Not with the taint I have inside me. And before I can think any further thereβs laughter loudly besides me.Β
βWe made it! We really fuckinβ made it!βΒ
Since when did Fay ever curse? Maybe I influenced him a little. My apologies.
βJill, this is my home. Here are the Lightlands and those tulips? My sister planted them ages ago. Weβre near Springβs court!β He pauses. A grimace on his face. βOh, weβre near Springβs court?! KAI! You couldnβt have guided the magic better? Spring might kill you and then me and then you again!βΒ
βYou werenβt specific with the whole βjust get us home!β thing, this is MY home. Duh?βΒ
Fay inhales with mild irritation and I laugh. Because Kai spoke it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I jumped off deck and onto the ground below and even there the ground seems to sparkle with life. The brightness of it all... itβs beautiful and cool to the touch.
It truly feels like an early Spring day. And I embrace the wind on my face and the sun on my skin. It doesnβt taste acidic... it simply... is. The air is covered in the scent of those trees and those flowers. The grass is soft and I find myself on my back embracing it. My eyes begin to water and I canβt even feel Panβs synced heartbeat or breathing. Thereβs nothing but me and the ground Iβm laying on.Β
Kai looks at me strangely and offers a hand to help me up. His head tilts behind me and when Iβm up I finally understand. Thereβs three women rushing here and picking Fay up into their arms. Squeezing him tight. Scolding him for his behavior. And I canβt help but look in awe...Β
As many times as Fay described them to me, I could never truly capture what Iβm seeing right now. Thereβs no words to describe the beauty of his family and Iβm now realizing the same goes to Fay. His skin glows under the sunny sky. Thereβs golden flakes in his skin and tints of red in his hair. He even looks brighter, stronger...
The same goes for Kai when I look at him again. A mystical glow, radiating strength similar to that of a whirlpool. Ready to suck you in and destroy you completely if under threat. I always thought he was exaggerating but now I understand why Fay brought him. It truly goes beyond friendship, there's trust there. Thereβs trust in that strength and I find myself a little terrified of him.Β
But weβve become friends over the last few days... he probably wouldnβt kill me. Even if he did, I wouldnβt mind, itβd still kill Pan.
As Iβm foolishly lost in my thoughts, I feel my hands taken into another's. Warm, soft and kind, and I tremble from it. The sensation is so gentle that I feel like I might break. βThank you,β she whispers so sincerely and I struggle to understand. I havenβt done anything to be thankful for.Β
But I suddenly realized just who she is. The crown on her head, the sweet smile, those eyes that I could get lost in if I wasnβt so stunned by her. How could a woman be that beautiful that it makes you want to cry? Because I am crying once again and Fay almost steps in, asking what's wrong, and I couldnβt even find the words.Β
Not for several moments.Β
βI... Iβm really here, arenβt I?βΒ
If I didnβt know any better, I think the Queenβs heart broke for me a little at that moment.Β
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Iβm awake the entire time during the ritual. I can feel my bones shattering and reforming anew. I can feel missing organs regrow and teeth, and I can feel the taint that is Pan being stripped away from me... That darkness Iβve been stuck with for so long and I can smile.Β
I smile because this is the best damn thing to happen to me. No matter how painful. So, because of that, I have not once screamed. I embrace the pain of this because it soon means that I am free.Β
I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free.
I repeat this like a mantra when I feel the sensation burning me. I repeat this to cling onto life with a promise that I will finally have a new one. Because I understood the risks of doing this. I understand that I may not wake up and see tomorrow but it is indeed worth it.Β
I can feel the Queen inside my head. I am there seeing these memories with her. Memories even I have long forgotten. I can see my parentβs faces for just a moment before theyβre gone again. I see how my brother John wasnβt always a monster and I see the innocence of Michael before Neverland broke his mind. Because a child should never become thirty, sixty, a hundred years old in a four year oldβs body.Β
I can see so much of what Iβve lost. So much of what Iβve gained and when itβs over I look at the Queen... breathing hard and she still smiles at me. After seeing everything Iβve been through, after seeing all the ways Iβve protected her son and failed to protect him too... she still... smiles.Β
I wonder how she does it. I wonder if anyone comforts her and I realize Iβve become just like Fay with those questions.Β
So... for a moment... I forget sheβs Queen and I hug this kind woman.Β
The woman named Tatiana... the woman who saved my life.
βThank you. Thank you.β I find myself crying. But itβs different as a Faerie. Everything is different. Heightened and brighter and lighter. I promise to keep my promises and weβll be the ones to bring down Pan.
Actually if I don't make it back, I want to say this. And I know your entire situation with Dyl, I promise IΒ don't want to get between that. I never have. I was always content where I was because it's where I was meant to be. But I was alive and I very well could not be in the morning...
Dwyn, I love you. I always have. From the second I could remember, I think I did. My mom would put me on her lap as we'd look out the window and you were there. Shining brightly no matter how dark life was. I don't know how you did it, I still don't. Life was so hard during that time growing up, I can't imagine how it was for you on the other side. But still... Still you were giving us a piece of you. That was the story I figured out... The Fae War, The Eternal Night, the Seasons shattering and still you were kind enough to give a little light our way. How was I not supposed to be enamoured by that?
Hah, look at me I'm shakingβ I didn't think I could get that nervous anymore. I... Uhm. I just always knew you were there. Helping. Regardless of what you may say. Your words rarely matched the way your heart was feeling and I guess I related to that too. Shield yourself and you'd never be hurt, right? But that wasn't always the case for me. I couldn't keep myself that walled up, and so then when I met Bel, Nia... and the others... They came into my life and I knew... I just knew you needed that too.
And I'm sorry for being so annoying my whole life about that. But I'm also not sorry because you deserved it. You deserved to know that we cared. That you cared and weren't alone and that it was okay to be. Because you're there for everyone but no one seemed to be there for you so I wanted... I wanted to be. As monstrous and disgusting as I felt, I wanted to be. I think it was the first real selfish moment of mine; I couldn't escape that Oberon nature entirely huh?
(he laughs sadly) By the otherworld I didn't mean to talk so much I just... I just wanted you to know. That someone has always, always loved you no matter what's happened. All of you. Without any requirements or limits or... I swear I really am not trying to talk harshly about Dyl or anyone else... Please don't misunderstand...
I've been so happy to be your servant, your follower, your witch, my entire life. You made me so happy. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for letting me be just a small part of you despite what I am. I know I never deserved it, Dwyn, I know. If I survive I really will do my best to deserve it, to earn it, I might have let you down here with how I feel but I'll spend forever trying to make up for it if you'd let me.
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The Fae donβt fit into human standards. The Fae donβt fit into human standards. What I mean by this is that we cannot force our morals, beliefs, understandings, or thoughts onto them. They are ethereal beings who do not live the way we do. All myths and stories point to that. We can so easily offend them by a simple thank you. Any thoughts of them having any similar illnesses or comparisons to humans would be an insult in their direct mythos. I have fun writing them but Iβd never try portraying real human issues through them. It simply doesnβt fit.
Also... Disney does a horrible portrayal. Donβt trust Disney.
some of the lost boys are missing limbs. because sometimes the kids were too big to fit into the tree-house hideout. and so peter, as kind as he is, helps them get in by slicing off whatever is in the way. it doesnβt matter if its your shoulder, your arm, your stomach, or anything like that. heβs helping you. donβt cry about it.
this also is a reminder that the lost boys are deeply malnourished because peter not only forgets to feed them... but he plays house so much without βrealβ food pretending/thinking there is food that he obviously fed them.
their loyalty is out of fear and not knowing better. a lot of them are young. he enjoys the pain that comes from their playtime.
" So how does that song about morgan and merlin go again ? I just love to listen to you singing it " ok tali let's get this unexpected friendship started.
talisen chuckles in amusement. the lute in his hands ever so eager to return to his finger tips. it has missed him as much as he has missed it. a strum of a few strings and he recalls the words. the story of a love that couldnβt have been, shouldnβt have been, a darker side of it. a romance with a hint of darkness too much for either bearer of such love. itβs not every day that he gets to create a song of legends. to be frank... there hadnβt been a decent enough legend of lovers since the days of old.
sadly, no one is interested in a song spun by a bard about a human and faerie romance from long ago and how it gave birth to life. to spring. how it set forth a chain event where seasons changed in threes, a holy number, yet here they are. thousands of years later and he looks into an old generalβs eyes. a poor man who fought in springβs war, and the weight of it follows him every day.
talisen is oddly observant, you see. he has to be at this age of his.
β i never thought youβd enjoy such heart aching romance songs~ or do you truly dislike merlin that much? β he laughs. it doesnβt matter much to him. everyone has an opinion on someone else, and that is the way the world turns. opinions are never facts; facts are truths that go unnoticed. unseen. even talisen hadnβt the faintest idea of how true or false this love could have been. he only knows what heβs heard, what heβs seen; which lead to this heartache and inspiration...
he tweaks the lute and wonders what his oldest friend would think? ...might scold him for singing about such a private affair. making it public where it should be private. but if it werenβt him, another bard would have sung the tale!Β heβd feel far too left out!
it could be considered a secret message almost... that heβs still alive, still here, and still as foolish as ever and waiting to see him again.
β well, my dear vampire friend, it goes like this... β and so it is sung. a tale of heartache, woe, betrayal, and the power of a woman with such allure and the hold she can have on a man. easy to memorize, easy to relate to, and easy to feel for. or if youβre like his friend here, easy to use to taunt a rival? enemy? well, itβs not his place to ask.
β would you like the music sheet? iβm feeling generous~ β
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RED-HANDED J.ILL HOOK : once w.endy darling a long, long time ago turned into a trapped bird, she fled towards the sea with j.ames hook. befriending a boy trapped in her same hell would eventually lead to her salvation from pan. purified into a faerie sheβs belonging to the spring court ; a powerful fighter if a bit annoying to her own queen... her story is far from over.
she was trying her very best to not give in to her anger and in turn give him exactly what he wants but a frown still made its way upon her features " i told you to leave me alone !! " he's even been more insistent than usual, she will definitely fail in keeping herself together if she can't get away from him right this second / here because now you do give a fuck about ronan ha
the disturbance is deep today. but thatβs nothing new when he has his favorite pastime before him.Β Β β dβaww, such a cutesy-wusety frown, you oughta look like that more often, thatβs what i think. βΒ Β mocking her and even imitating her. see how pathetic you look? donβt you just want to take a swing at him? how boring it is to not give in yet. but thatβs never stopped him or made him give up.
β donβt think so though. youβre just too fun, summsy! βΒ Β he falls right onto her. letting his entire weight simply sit on her. armor and all, well, sheβs fat enough - she can take it!Β Β β whereβs your sense of humor today? have you not slept around enough? such a shame, and the summer solstice is so close too. well, iβm sure youβll get it soon enough. thereβs always some poor soul desperate enough for sloppy seconds, βΒ Β he pats her cheek, and her other cheek. repetitively.
ah, what an annoying brat he is. really, donβt you want to hit him yet?
