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she smothers her laughter, a single high note, with pursed lips. offers a concessive nod with canted head as if to say point made. "no.
I like dancing, but I do not know this one." and she could count on a single hand just how many she trusted to teach her in private, let alone on her feet with an audience. it's a strange pang; some distant cousin, or perhaps acquaintance, of nostalgia. rixia tucks this neatly away for later examination, grasping instead for the next thread of interest that crosses her mind, her voice once more a tumble: "what would you rather be doing then?" she watches his face, the way thoughts seemed to clutter every inch āwere all fabrikators this way, walking, writhing, farragoes of every passing idea, just waiting for an outlet?
ā this dance, grisha coined when the little palace was built, and they didn't know the format of stepping within the ballroom. ā because they had scarcely been within one unless for the entertainment and pleasure of others. a piece of knowledge he deems important never to forget and spring upon those unaware when the opportunity arises. ā the steps are quite simple ... ā he gestures vaguely to the delicate pace moving in front of them, shoulder lifting slightly and nodding in time with the count. if she should find a partner, he feels it best she knows. ā one-two, three-four, five-six-seven, and a flourish on eight, sometimes they swap partners. ā though considering the non - grisha in attendance, it made sense that even now, they had decided to remove it for the benefit of all. another reason david sticks to the walls, given less opportunity to escape the clutches of the crowds.
ā i should be working. ā said slightly clipped and an agitated click of his tongue as the sun disappears through stained windows. it's a gentle thing, really. but with so much work to be done, they all should, though there is a voice that surfaces to remind david that they deserve it, and then rather unkindly that he will someday mould to his desk, should he stand there too long. even in the back of his mind, he ignores it. the other voice that prompts, more so delicate and leading, invites him to say more than to let them both stand in silence. something he is all too comfortable doing. he sucks in a quiet breath and leads his gaze back to the floor. ā what ... dances do you know, if not this one ? ā
zoya takes up space in his workshop, lounging in the corner on the plush chair that, if she weren't there idly pulling at the tassels on the cushions, he would usually read upon. as it stands, he is restless ( more so than his usual ) and busies himself with any number of his formulas that remain unfinished, strings of numbers and some of physical matter that he tinkers with, brow creased and lips set into a frown. he doesn't mind her there so long as she is quiet, but zoya is never quiet and she is not the kind of person he can shush without experiencing the fallout from such a thing. so he doesn't dare --- he knows better. knows her, better.
though he can feel her eyes boring into his turned back, and sensing the intensity of them, his shoulders roll as though uncomfortable. she wants him to speak, he thinks. but he's content in his troubled silence only broken by the odd sigh, a wordless remark of understanding for what lies in front of him, as it all comes together in recognition and understanding that he can write down with a flourish of his pen against paper. ā if you have something you came to say, zoya --- ā the words break the quiet of the space though his tone lays low, barely there at all if only that he knows she's waiting, he sounds faraway, almost disinterested. ā i think you should say it before you pull the strings out of my cushion and it falls apart. i like that one. ā he lifts an object to the light and inspects it, one eye closed before it is placed down again. and she knows him well, that much he begrudgingly, unknowingly finds comfort within. she says, you're worried about something. and leaves no room for david to refute it, in her existence always a finality.
ā hmm ? oh, yes. worried about leaving behind unfinished work when we depart. ā he supplies smartly, tone lifting in faux amusement, though he knows it won't placate her. he waits. and then he wishes he'd denied her his chair. i believe you're actually worried about genya. zoya says, and a breath stalls. he stops his distracted working, just for a minute and allows her a moment, turning to face her and the small of his back resting against the height of his desk. ā i don't worry about genya. ā the shake of his head, because it doesn't sound right. as he thinks, he plays with the object in his hand, twirling it absently through his fingers with ease. ā genya is imperishable, she gives me no cause for concern. ā david's nose wrinkles as though forgetting something. ā i worry for genya. ā everything else that could touch her, everything that already has. everything that has touched them all. call him finicky over her wording, but his brow twitches as the words settle, true. voice softer when speaking about her in a way so undeniable, if he were more aware of how sickeningly doting it sounded, maybe he'd try to hide it for the benefit of others. as such, he can't. ā don't you ? isn't that why you're here, then ? ā
she regards @kosytk in profile, brows carefully furrowed. there's a rhythm to the room almost oceanic. chatter washing over them in scattered layers like waves as bodies oscillated in time to the music. she didn't recognize the dance.
ā i do not care for dancing. ā
"are you clumsy?" rixia imagines her own voice, words tumbling together in a rush of sound, as a puncture, breaking for air. "orā" she draws out the word, plying it apart in a low hum, head softly canting "shy?" physically ā now, louder than ever, that little asterisk gnaws at her ā, she'd been neither, tethered to this wall only by inexperience. a hue of isolation wholey self-imposed as she pieced together her new path. "most people, I think, dislike what they're not good at." are you? her frown asks.
ā i'm a good dancer, i've no need to be shy about it. ā though there is only person whose steps he can match. his tone distracted as his features crease, eyes watching the swift movements in the sea of dressed - up keftas swaying gently across the marbled floor. a bystander by nature, there are many other places david would rather be but cannot go, mind a flurry of ideas his permanently ink - stained fingers (though meticulously cleaned, for the event) itch to jot down. his presence is merely forced by politeness of his station and a certain tender gaze he can never say no to. the dance unsettles something in him, it's a synchronisation he can't understand, therefore the desperation to join as one of the crowd doesn't befall him. ā i just don't like it. ā the arch in his brow is small as he turns to her. ā so many assumptions from someone who is also not dancing. are you bad at it ? ā
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his studious silences are so rarely disturbed, workshop a quiet buzz of turned pages and the thrum of interwoven crafts from his palms and the tips of his fingers. he finds himself some days accompanied by younger fabrikators looking to upskill themselves, though who have, forcefully, had to learn most of david's tells as to when he expects them to stifle their voices and learn only with their eyes, before invited to share in the knowledge he so frequently forgets that others do not possess so seamlessly.
genya's presence, however, is always welcome. her light footsteps, he can almost feel near-skipping across the tiled floors and hear with perfected recognition as they stop behind the large oak doors, before they are thrown open and suddenly the dull quiet is alive and bright, like the lines of sunlight dripping through the roughly drawn curtains closest to his desks, barely open save for a few cracks. illumination finding ways almost impossible. david doesn't have to let her in, this space is as much genya's own if she wants for it, but he regards her with a turn of his head, slightly tilting as she speaks and asks of him to leave the workshop for something most important, as so many things are to her. ā --- so, if you could join me ? ā she asks, and he is a man of sense, and it is less of a question and more a delicately spoken command --- he nods.
the two other grisha are regarded with a flippant point of his finger to their ongoing work. ā you --- er. carry on. ā eyes flickering between the two of them with the flash of a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and disappears as fast as he can allow it, nodding to them affirmingly before he rounds the table and that same gaze softens, searching her features as though silently enquiring. as though second nature he offers her his arm, and back into the halls the doors close with a wave of his hand. then he turns to her, imploring and then somewhat sceptical. ā what is it ? is everything alright ? this isn't a plot to get me to one of those assemblies is it ? because i already said no. ā
the following is a collection of sentence starters from larianās baldurās gate 3. part 2.
look at me - iām not a monster.
stay back. i donāt want to hurt you, but i will.
no. youāre not one of them at all.
i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.
thatās far enough. whatās your business down here?
you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and iāll cut it out.
reckon i might miss this place.
this place is more dangerous than i thought.
well, donāt you cut a fine figure.
sometimes iām jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.
in your expert opinion, whatās the best way to kill a devil?
iām certain there are answers out there. weāll find them together.
thereās no story. none that youāre entitled to hear, anyway.
you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.
until then, all i can do is endure.
please try to understand that itās not something i can just talk about freely.
perhaps thereās potential in you.
honestly, your faith is your own concern. i wonāt judge, one way or the other.
i think i did well by joining you.
you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?
that wallās an illusion! hiding what, i wonder ā¦
sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.
this place is pretty spectacular, isnāt it?
no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.
a perfect ring of mushrooms ⦠nature, or magic?
hmm. i thought that mightāve done something.
another illusion. is anything real down here?
iām more concerned with this ātwitā who set a spectator on you.
a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.
the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.
i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?
this presence ⦠this magic is not divine, but fey.
little? i am a god! and iām gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -
donāt do anything hasty, now.
iāll just kill you and claim it for myself.
iām the lord of murder - iāll show you why.
if youāre expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.
a wizardās tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizardās not home ⦠i say we take a peek.
a strange place for a button. especially one that doesnāt work.
what good would it do for me to be troubled? we canāt save them all.
youāll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.
the whole village is falling to pieces ā¦
hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.
i like your way of thinking. split any takings we find?
what creatures live in water this dark?
iām a rabid dirty dog. and i bite.
i couldāve killed you before you even noticed me, but i didnāt. stand down.
i can be discreet. no need for bloodshed.
share? you really are in the wrong place.
a bleeding heart, are you? reckon iāll just roast and eat it.
what in the hells did you do to that corpse?
you do plenty for me, more than you realize. but this cannot be remedied.
are you alright? is there anything i can do to help you?
enough. bickering wonāt save your friend.
run away, then.
(name) - i was so worried! did they hurt you?
who cares? weāre together now, thank gods!
iām grateful, donāt mistake me, but ⦠why help us?
freeze it, cock-stench. we arenāt done just yet.
pay up, and you get to skink away. resist, and i gut you.
drop it. i donāt owe you anything.
your incompetence has been my ruin.
stop! no more innocents will die today, (name).
you care for the weak. most curious.
you so much as touch me, and iāll tear you from limb to limb.
ah - another treacherous soul walks among us.
i aināt going down easy.
you been a shit since i laid eyes on you, (name).
strike him down. prove your faith.
your silence speaks to your heresy.
look, you have no idea what youāre dealing with ā¦
itās the whole damn reason weāre here, and iām not leaving without it.
the mission comes first.
and i thought iād heard it all. thatās some cambion-level deception.
i go where thereās shit to stir. and thereās no shortage of options.
i canāt remember much, truth be told.
centuries of torment will do that to you.
youāve been naughty. and you know what happens when youāre naughty.
just who in the nine hells are you?
well, well. arenāt you a luscious thing?
been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.
you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it.
you know, iāve been thinking. and i think thereās something i should tell you. nothing big or terrible, just ⦠a small little detail about me that hasnāt come up naturally.
i want to join you - to fight by your side.
iām sorry for barging in like this, but i had to come find you.
i wonāt let you down. i promise.
we all have our burdens, one way or the other.
iām trying to say that youāve earned my trust in a way very few ever have ⦠i want that to mean something.
freedom - iād forgotten how it felt. thank you.
if you have a moment, iād like your opinion on something.
the problem is this: a preponderance of evidence that i am a terrible adventurer.
i canāt risk re-capture. i barely escaped last time.
it was a mistake. and not one weāll repeat.
i donāt know. he was kind of fun.
we canāt just invite danger in to our hearth like that. we must be more careful.
most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.
an old hunterās trick - if you canāt mask your scent, spoil it.
i prefer a weapon to stench, thanks.
youāre a monster hunter? not what i imagined.
whatever youāre hunting, your stench alone will kill it.
a quick wit is rare indeed.
know how to ask, and theyāll share that knowledge. if youāre fool enough to pay their price.
speak plainly. what is she?
i think youāre mistaken - this place looks innocent enough.
truth is like a blade, my friend. we can arm ourselves with it - or just as easily find it pressed against our throat.
i would not put you in danger.
your coyness is getting boring. tell me.
you take insult where none is intended, my friend.
how thoroughly invigorating it is to stand by oneās friend in the face of danger.
you best have one hells of an apology for me.
you must have mistaken me for someone else.
that wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isnāt it?
thatās none of your concern.
donāt change the subject.
keep that hole under your nose shut.
letās not involve ourselves in this place any longer than is necessary.
you want to play the hero so badly? fine. letās make this interesting.
gods, itās hot in here.
iāve had better days. and worse ones.
i am, after all, the villain of the tale.
you truly are a soul that steels my own.
you are as thick as they come.
even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.
i stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall i.
all of this ⦠it must feel like a betrayal.
you bastard! you ruined it, you ruined everything!
slow down - what did i do?
this is an interesting way of thanking me.
i donāt need this. good luck getting out of here on your own.
i know i should head home, but ⦠i canāt bring myself to leave.
(are you alright?) / not even a little bit. but i will be.
she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.
i promise i will not betray your trust.
i cannot thank you enough.
you will face (name)ās judgement.
i wish you could have visited at a better time.
you had no right to intervene.
youāre not one of us.
copper for your thoughts?
always a delight to speak to you.
did i play games like this in my youth? was i sweet once?
what are you doing? iām busy here!
nothing beats the taste of stolen beer.
come on, now. theyāre just having a bit of fun.
letās do what we have to do, then get out of here.
smellās like burnt flesh.
hold out your arm so i can mark your flesh.
iām here to spill your guts across the floor.
pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldnāt you agree?
i often feel i like raw pain too much. it scares me.
as long as the story ends in death, itās all the same to me.
forgive me, but - that look in your eyes. something terrible has happened to you.
what i see in your eyes, in your soul, is only natural.
weāve all suffered in these dark times. it is little wonder you hear scars of pain and anguish.
touch me and youāll lose your hand.
the pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.
you look tired. should i take over?
welcome the pain. let it become part of you.
that looks like itās going to bruise.
not that iām suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.
i wouldnāt want to place all my faith in blind luck.
sympathies wonāt help me to survive.
your life, much like your words, is meaningless. end the latter to save the former.
looks like the booze got the better of them. theyāre practically unconscious.
theyāre dying for me. all of them.
why donāt you take a closer look? iāll observe from back here.
please donāt open the creepy book!
toddlers are easier to please than you lot.
you know, i never pictured myself as a hero.
all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?
having performance issues, (name)?
never have i met such troglodytes.
i was hoping you wouldnāt notice i was gone.
i suggest we admire it from afar.
it would be too much to hope thatās nothing to do with us, wouldnāt it?
i go my own way - alone.
iāll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.
the following is a collection of sentence starters from the netflix original, castlevania.
iām going to get something for your cough.
donāt move. iāll be right back with some medicine.
i hate that youāre not here, every day.
iām amazed any of you are still alive.
what do you need? tell me, iāll give it to you.
i will not be silenced. just let me help!
please, you donāt know what youāre doing.
you donāt know what youāre going to bring upon yourself if you harm me.
iāll leave. youāll never see me again.
stand up like a man.
what the hell was that?
you canāt hate livestock. they are simply what they are.
you understand why they all must die.
the matter is closed.
you sicken me. do you understand?
stop whining about cruelty. this is the world.
only the death matters now.
and iām standing here sad and angry because theyāre together, and iām alone.
this is the part where youāre supposed to tell me iām not alone, (name).
you are really very not good at this.
i learned to travel alone early in life. maybe i just got too used to it.
you had a family, though?
i know a little bit about what youāre feeling. iām sorry.
i was right about you the first time, you know. you are rude.
iāve been called worse.
i actually came to apologize for my outburst.
i should have held my tongue, so i apologize.
iām a nice person. i am. i know how to be nice!
so, how do we proceed?
i want to go home.
have you been drinking again?
i was under the impression it was destroyed.
youāre guessing though.
fortunate, then, that i chose not to kill and eat you, (name).
such a merry band we are.
eat shit and die.
yes, fuck you.
iāll be honest with you. i donāt have a better idea.
iām trusting you, (name). donāt make me regret it.
everybody regrets it in the end.
you will cease this infantile squabbling.
and what insights have you, (name)?
i will speak with you alone.
i suspect he still wants to sleep with me.
what advantage does my anger buy you?
iām still not completely clear on why you donāt catch fire in the daylight.
god, you still think youāre funny.
heās gone mad, and from that, thereās no recovering him.
oh, the world will still be here, (name). trees will still grow, birds will still sing, animals will still hump away in the undergrowth. but you wonāt be here. none of you.
the sun will still set, but you will not see it rise.
you hear that?
no further.
what did you think you were gonna learn?
please donāt be angry with me anymore.
even after everything in your life, youāre still a sweet boy who believes in love.
iām sorry. i just wanted to help.
i love you too. thatās why i do this. this is how i love you.
you stop fucking around, you do as youāre told, you never use the word āloveā again.
no such thing as love in this world.
[why do you do that?] / choosing my own actions and injuring myself to a world of horrors.
you struggled so hard to come back home.
you came home regardless.
do you really think thatās enough, (name)?
your intellect cannot be denied.
i believe you are actually worried about (name).
the fire in him has gone out somehow. itās as if weāre looking at the embers of the man.
there are things we can do that donāt require his decisions.
why are you so fascinated by that?
we need to ensure it does not fall into the wrong hands.
is it you?
tell me what you need.
they must be stopped. culled.
my fellow humans have never treated me with love, and iāve punished them for it.
i wouldnāt have them suffer.
will you join me?
itās hard to imagine you playing.
his was your home?
you grew up here?
wasnāt the worst way to grow up.
who remembers that sort of thing?
is there a point to these questions?
iām disturbed to find that o had more of a childhood than you did.
just help me clear it.
i didnāt know it was a fucking magic door.
are you coming or what?
my family. all thatās left of us.
bloody hell. is that what i think it is?
careful, (name). you almost sounded excited about something.
it couldnāt be. could it?
what on earth is that ugly thing.
youāre not even a little bit impressed?
may i speak to you?
are you going to continue questioning me?
get out before i slit you up the middle and bite out your heart.
this isnāt a war, (name). itās a suicide.
iām not gonna fuck you, (name). iām too pissed off.
you stupid bastard.
what the hell was that for?
no, no, no, thatās not fair.
just tell me what it is.
youāre a cockwart, (name).
you are an adult. you do not have to rise to his every barb.
heās pissing me off like itās his job, (name).
i just want to do my work, (name).
you donāt say something like that out loud in this place!
say the words. so that i know you are still my friend.
you saved me. the only person in the world who ever lifted a hand to protect me from anything.
you are still my friend.
i have no fear of death. it always sounded peaceful to me.
i will be loyal to the end ā and beyond.
they will never see us coming, and fuck them if they do.
no one has a right to your true beliefs.
youāve given me purpose, and treated me with respect. a lie wouldnāt change that.
you donāt owe anybody anything.
i believe you are the only one who grasps the necessity of it all.
are you still my friend?
are you okay?
tired. a ⦠bit lonely.
my dusty old sheet is big enough for two.
iām not sad.
i wish you would stop doing that. itās sick.
you would betray (name)?
itās not betrayal unless the old man decides to be difficult about it.
thank you for showing me the truth.
my work here is almost done.
the end of this will be practically merciful.
i am also concerned that you enjoy him too much.
am i not working hard enough?
youāre afraid. you worry that you might have made the wrong choice.
perhaps youāre just an angry teenager in an adults body.
i donāt think iāve heard you tell a joke before.
(name), you are a marvel.
you have caused this to happen. be proud.
i admire your resolve.
but those times are long gone.
i no longer have the strength for these petty decisions.
thatās all that matters. they all have to die.
do you know why i had to do it?
when i say āwhatā, that doesnāt mean iād like to ask even more questions.
would you please ā oh, you are the most annoying ā just stop!
see? god hates me!
are you asking my advice?
so long as it brings silence.
well, iām armed with a ⦠a stick. so iāll understand if you want to run away now.
you have nothing left but me.
you did it, (name).
iām pretty good, right?
youāre the best.
they will not reach you while i live.
you would give your mortal life to preserve my immortal one?
you have a soul, i think.
perhaps you simple deserve a better fate than to die instead of me.
i choose my death, as i chose my life.
i told you before, i wonāt let you do it.
i grieve with you ⦠but i wonāt let you do this.
you couldnāt stop me before.
i am no ordinary vampire to be killed by your human magics.
you didnāt kill me before. youāre not going to kill me now.
you want this to end as much as i do.
this entire catastrophe has been nothing but historyās longest suicide note.
not quite close enough.
my boy. iām ā iām killing my boy.
i must already be dead.
(name), step back. let me finish this.
youāve saved countless lives. but itās alright to mourn the man, too.
he died a long time ago.
what do you think heās going to do now?
i do not break things.
youāre giving me your home?
protect it. make something out of it.
keep moving. iām not in the mood.
what do we have here?
is that really the best you have?
i simply donāt have time to deal with shit like you every time i want to sit and take a drink.
why would i want to stop now?
how on earth did you come to that decision?
this is the closest thing iāve had to a life in ⦠i donāt know when.
youāre the closest iāve had to a friend.
so theyāre barricading their homes and sharpening their stakes? thatās fair. canāt say i blame them.
you wonāt stake me to death with that, (name).
where will you go?
iāve been thinking about it all day. i still donāt understand.
(name) is dead. does that trouble you?
poor (name). stand up for me.
donāt worry. weāll look after you.
(name) ā what are you doing?
go to hell!
you are my pet now.
be well, my friend.
donāt let that idiot get you into too much trouble.
in my world david doesnāt die and he gets to live happily ever after with his wife and he kisses her knuckles every day and tells her how beautiful she is all the while trying to figure out the unique formula of her existence and he never gets bored of it. never
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