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MOCKINGJAY PART 2 ( 2015 )  sentence starters

‘ give me one reason why i shouldn’t kill you.  ’

‘ did you have a nightmare? i have nightmares too. ’

‘ don’t trust them. do what you came to do. ’

‘ are you still trying to protect me? ’

‘ our lives were never ours. ’

‘ they’re afraid of you. ’

‘ anybody can kill anybody. you just have to be willing to sacrifice yourself. ’

‘ it’s war. sometimes killing isn’t personal.’

‘ we keep each other alive. that’s what we do. ’

‘ i’ll say this for you, you don’t disappoint. ’

‘ home. we go home. ’

‘ nothing good is safe while ____’s alive. ’

‘ one way or another this war is going to come to an end. ’

‘ it’s not your job to ask questions. ’

‘ i’ve been watching you. and you’re watching me. ’

‘ i guess there are no rules anymore about what a person can do to another person. ’

‘ oh, that speech you gave. oh, man. i mean, i still have goose bumps.  ’

‘ he needs to see my eyes when i kill him.  ’

‘ we’re facing an enemy that will not change and will never surrender.  ’

‘ and if it really came down to it, you think you could shoot him/her? ’

‘ if your immediate answer isn’t “yes,“ then you’re dangerous. ’

‘ they promised me that when the time came, you would help me.  ’

‘ if it gets to that point, i’ll kill you myself.  ’

‘ we’re gonna get through this. i promise. ’

‘ everyone that’s dead is dead because of me. i lied. ’

‘ i never meant for this to happen. i failed. i… ’

‘ she/he needed you to be there and take care of her/his family and you did.  ’

‘ no, i’m not losing you again. ’

‘ shoot me! ’

‘ you really think i gave the order?  ’

‘ i’m afraid we’ve both been played for fools.  ’

‘ all I know is that i was supposed to take care of your family. i’m sorry i couldn’t. ’

‘ it balances the need for revenge with the least loss of human life. ’

‘ may your aim be as true as your heart is pure. ’

‘ i’m sorry so much burden fell on you. i know you’ll never escape it. ’

‘ if I had to put you through it again for this outcome, i would. ’

‘ you came home. ’

‘  we’ve all suffered. but we owe it to their memories to do our best with these lives. ’

‘ i hope you're finding some peace. ’

Eyes wide open.

Death isn’t supposed to look like this. 

Case feels certainty like heartbreak running parallel lines as he peers through silver nine accord Ti VERA glasses. He knows who’s behind this. He left no shadow of a doubt that it was his work. Tried and trialled. 

There are two kinds of people in the legal field. The ones who want to change the world and the ones who crave prestige-cum-validation. A hidden third exists: the challengers. Minds that hunger for stimulation. Perhaps masochistic. Case recognises himself there. Why else would he uproot a perfectly stable, albeit soulless, life to work with gods? (Of course, he wasn’t given much choice in the matter. Divine commands are divine commands. Don’t fight destiny.)

You know what else starts with D? 

You guessed it.

(That he can fight.)

Case rests on one knee and summons his rod, half-flail, half-crook, into hand. Muttering a word, ‘ankh (life)’ in Egyptian, the body trembles, shivers, resurrects. The dead are granted a second, third chance. Blessed. Case half-wonders if this — whatever he’s doing — is truly a blessing. He dismisses the thought as swiftly as always. Walking away, he waits. He knows they’ll appear. Because he will. 

At least Case isn’t on his back this time. Dead.

“Dick.”

He utters, leaning against a tombstone (permission granted). Just because he’s died before doesn’t make him owned. Soul or else. And just because D’s the son of Hades doesn’t make stealing souls right. Case deems him encroaching on Osiris’s territory. What are they, if not representatives of their gods?

Shadows bent toward Daon as though they were compelled, not drifting but settling into precise, unyielding shapes at his feet. They gathered around him the very same way rivers gather to the sea, inevitable, unresisting. He did not need to posture, for the air itself adjusted to his presence, pressed tight and thin as though wary of drawing too much breath. His gaze fell upon Case with the weight of stone lowered upon stone, untouched by the threat that bristled before him.

When he spoke, his voice was even, stripped bare of ornament, but carrying the resonance of something ancient.

“Kill me?”

Adorable.

"Do you really think you can kill me?"

He closed the distance without haste, the shadows lengthening in his wake like a blade that had just been drawn. The chill that accompanied him was not of the weather, but of crypts and sealed vaults, creeping into marrow. When he stood before case, he lifted one hand and pressed a finger beneath their chin. The touch was light, almost careless, yet it forced Case's face up until their gazes locked.

It was dangerous, painful, and yet he reveled in it.

"I don’t beg." He bit back, a breath ghosting over the other's lips as his tongue rolled over his own, savoring the lingering strikes of blood. The scorching warmth flourishing beneath their skin was all but suffocating, and yet the vampire did not attempt to gasp for air, to break from the godly shackles now bruising his porcelain flesh. "I take."

A cunning smile painted his features beneath the shadows, as though the tension between them amused him as much as it provoked. "Try to make me remember, and I'll teach you a new way to forget." Crimson bled over steel-blue hues in an instant as his gaze shifted to the glistening line of blood adorning the taller's neck.

He would die before admitting just how delectable it tasted.

Daon's smirk carved deeper, slow and almost predatory, as though Baekhyun's defiance was nothing more than the sweetest provocation he had ever encountered. He relished every spark of defiance, every hiss of mockery that spilled from their lips. His grip tightened, bone and sinew straining beneath his hand, a punishing hold meant to remind them where strength truly resided.

"Be my guest." He breathed, each syllable a coil of smoke against the vampire's mouth. His thumb pressed harder against the hinge of their jaw, forcing their head back until the pale line of their throat arched, exposed like a sacrament. "Steal from me, bite me, bleed me dry, but tell me—" his voice dropped to a husky rasp, teeth grazing the air between them, "—how long do you think you can last before your body betrays you, trembling under the very hands you pretend to despise?"

His lips brushed the shell of Baekhyun's ear, not a kiss but a threat dressed in affinity. The potion burned hot through his veins, stripping reason into raw want, twisting arrogance into something more personal, more dangerous. Selfish, maybe? Gluttonous, even. He pressed in, chest to chest, hips pinning the other firmly against the wall with a brutal intimacy that left no space to breathe. His breath ghosted hot across their skin as he leaned closer, brushing a loose lock of hair behind their ear.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

Baekhyun let his head fall back against the wall, a sigh escaping his lips heavy with annoyance and amusement. "You think of me as a trophy to claim as your own?" He echoed, tone light as silk, laced with mockery. "I'm no prize, Daon. Never have been. Never will be." A smirk curves at the edge of his lips as his gaze slid lazily up to meet crimson eyes, deliberately unbothered by the weight of Daon's hold.

Instead of struggling, he shifted. The smallest roll of his hips brought his thigh sliding between the taller's, pressing close enough to test the lines of his composure. It was a slow, taunting movement, not desperate but intentional — an indulgence designed to turn the cage into a game. His breath ghosted against the other's mouth as he leaned in closer, the curl of his lips a quiet promise.

"You want to pin me?" Baekhyun murmured, the words grazing Daon's skin as though they belonged there. "Then you should be ready for what I'll do with the space you leave me."

Before the demigod could twist it back into one of his smug grins, Baekhyun turned his head sharply, lips grazing the curve of his throat in a fleeting brush of intimacy. Then fangs sank deep into delicious flesh. The bite was precise, unapologetic, his thigh pressing firmer in tandem with the puncture as though claiming his own leverage in the stalemate.

Blood blossomed warm against his tongue, thrilling and electric, and Baekhyun exhaled a low sound that was half-laugh, half-growl, vibrating against Daon's skin. He lingered long enough to savor, to remind the god spawn that desire and defiance could bleed together. When he finally drew back, his mouth stained red, his smile was pure provocation.

“Bold little thing, aren’t we?” He rasped, his voice thick with a dangerous amusement. His free hand slid up, catching their jaw in his palm, forcing their chin higher with a bruising kind of tenderness. Crimson smeared across his thumb as he dragged it slow over their lips, marking them with his own blood. “You bit me like you want to own me, too.”

His eyes burned, fever-bright, as if the potion roared through him like a wildfire, twisting loathing into something akin to hunger. Daon leaned in until their lips barely touched, his words searing against the vampire’s skin.

[ 01. ] sender takes receiver down to the ground during a fight. [ 02. ] sender leaves scratches / bruises on receiver's body. [ 03. ] sender cruelly applies pressure to receiver's [ wound / bruise ]. [ 04. ] sender lightly trails a sharp knife across receiver's cheek. [ 05. ] sender wraps a hand around receiver's neck & cuts off their oxygen. [ 06. ] after a long - winded chase, sender finally corners receiver. [ 07. ] sender holds a knife to receiver's throat, blade nicking their skin. [ 08. ] sender pushes receiver into a wall & pins them there. [ 09. ] sender has poisoned receiver's [ drink / food ]. [ 10. ] sender aims a loaded gun at receiver, cocking the hammer. [ 11. ] sender suddenly throws a punch at receiver during a confrontation. [ 12. ] sender hurls an item across the room at receiver's head. [ 13. ] sender forcefully pushes receiver's head underwater. [ 14. ] sender unexpectedly arrives at receiver's home covered in blood & bruises. [ 15. ] sender pleads for receiver to help them with hiding a body. [ 16. ] sender is knocked out during a fight, & wakes up in receiver's home. [ 17. ] sender gently dabs the blood from receiver's face with a wet cloth. [ 18. ] sender crafts a tourniquet from their own clothes to stop receiver's bleeding. [ 19. ] after severely wounding receiver, sender approaches them menacingly. [ 20. ] sender takes receiver by the throat & lifts them off the floor. [ 21. ] sender licks receiver's blood from their fingers. [ 22. ] sender viciously bites receiver during a struggle. [ 23. ] sender draws receiver's blood for the first time. [ 24 ] sender grabs receiver's hair, forcing their bloodied face up to look at them. [ 25. ] sender straddles receiver to pin them to the floor.