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@languageofsuffering
brick by brick, i will destroy you. an independent & private portrayal of KAZ BREKKER from leigh bardugo's grishaverse, namely the six of crows duology. based on the books with small influences from the show. writer is over the age of twenty-one & will not interact with minors. dark & triggering themes. extended information under construction.
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can you remember who you were? independent & canon-divergent lucerys velaryon from george r. r. martin's fire and blood, heavily based on book and personal headcanons with only minor influences from the show. written by cae ( 21+ ). . . . and i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth and i am coming home to you if it's the last thing that i do.
/ from @ravkanruler .
โ itโs good to see you kaz.โ
โ Sturmhond. โ, a certain, albeit incredibly subtle, edge always accompanied the nickname when he was the one saying it, long having figured out the man's true identity, yet never bothering with the usage of a real name, much less the royal title this โ privateer โ truly carried, as though to subtly remind him over and over again how he was preserving this secret of his. If he wanted to pretend to be somebody else in that radiant teal frock coat, whether that was pirate, traveller or fairy queen, he could pretend โ it was all the same to Kaz. The cork was loosened on a bottle of strong Kerch brandy with an audible pop, the golden-red liquid soon filling two glasses.
โ What gives? I can't imagine the Ravkan crown's most trusted representative ", another subtle reminder, " would travel all this way just for a drink that comes much cheaper anywhere else. "
@ravkanruler
โ where are we supposed to go from here? โ
Soft patters of liquid filled the silence of night that had settled across the district, created by the gentle ripples of the canal's drifting waters moving along, south, towards the bustling streets of the Barrel, its surface nearly completely black, aside from the silvery veil of fog that glided across it, watched closely by coffee-brown eyes as Kaz stood at the water's edge, as still as the night itself, gloved hands clasped across the silver crow's head of his cane, folded neatly on top of one another, as he leaned on it, letting it bear his weight, albeit it did little to reduce the persistent throbbing within his leg that's been in motion for too long these past weeks. Still, he knew rest wouldn't be easy to find, and he wasn't ready to try and seek it just yet.
Movement behind him drew his attention to the presence of another already before Wylan spoke, but he didn't bother turning his way, kept gazing straight ahead into the darkness of the water as the growing shrouds of mist drifted across.
A moment of silence passed, before shoulders heaved in a slight shrug, โ Once we have our money, we can go anywhere we want. โ They could. He would stay right here โ he still had plenty of unfinished business in this city, but before that familiar surge of rage could get a chance to take hold and rise within him, he continued, the stony rasp of his voice calm, โ Do whatever we want, live like Saints in golden fortresses. If you've ever thought about running away, that's your chance. โ
ACCEPTING | @themerchliing from this prompt.
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โ ย are you okay? are you hurt?ย โ from Lark
By every definition of the word ( of which he had a rather distorted perception, anyway ), he was not okay. A sharp pain has spread through his ribcage, licking away at his interior like a hot white flame, weighing down on his chest and lungs, every intake of air coming with a searing pang, something beneath the flesh a black-gloved hand was fiercely gripping through layers of dark grey and black fabric surely broken, as he found his way to the wall in staggering steps that put too much weight on his bad leg, cold brick colliding firmly with his shoulder as his body finally slumped against it. When he spat the sickening metallic tang from his mouth, splatters of red collected on the ground by his feet, but, despite it all, despite the way the world felt as though it was spinning with every intense ripple of pain that shot through his body and lingered, intensifying the pressing ache in his middle, the rough sound of his voice came out steady, dismissive, as if she'd merely asked him how he was liking the weather today,
โ I'm fine. โย
@oakthcrn from this prompt.
๐ ย * ย โ ย ๐ญ๐ถ๐น๐ป๐ ๐น๐จ๐ต๐ซ๐ถ๐ด ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฌ๐บ๐ป๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐บ.
โ ย are you always so competitive?ย โ โ ย are you okay? are you hurt?ย โ โ ย are you sure you can do this on your own?ย โ โ ย are you thinking what i'm thinking?ย โ โ ย can you go take care of this, please?ย โ โ ย can you show me how to fight?ย โ โ ย can you tell me more about your adventures?ย โ โ ย do you believe in ghosts?ย โ โ ย do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?ย โ โ ย does it really have to be like this?ย โ โ ย don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?ย โ โ ย has no one ever given you a compliment before?ย โ โ ย have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?ย โ โ ย have you noticed anything different about me lately?ย โ โ ย haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood?ย โ โ ย how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?ย โ โ ย how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?ย โ โ ย is there anything else i can do for you?ย โ โ ย is this really how you want this to end?ย โ โ ย isn't it ironic?ย โ โ ย what are your plans for today?ย โ โ ย what else do you want me to say?ย โ โ ย what else have you hidden from me?ย โ โ ย what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from?ย โ โ ย what has happened in your life that made you like this?ย โ โ ย when were you going to tell me?ย โ โ ย where are we supposed to go from here?ย โ โ ย who will be able to stop them now?ย โ โ ย why can't you just act like a normal person?ย โ โ ย why can't you just leave me alone?ย โ โ ย why can't you just stay focused?ย โ โ ย why does everything always have to be so complicated?ย โ โ ย why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?ย โ โ ย why won't you just tell me what i did wrong?ย โ โ ย will it ever stop hurting so much?ย โ โ ย will you go out on a date with me?ย โ โ ย will you just shut up and kiss me already?ย โ โ ย will you please text me when you get home safely?ย โ โ ย you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?ย โ
An evening in Ketterdam
planed starter for @languageofsuffering
A deep breath filled her lungs with the cold, crisp air of winter. The skies were so clear out in the country of Kerch that it left Inej longing for the widened rodes of Ravka. The endless trails the Suli caravans that followed from town to city to the borders into Fjerda and Shu Han. Her hand wandered to the knife sheathed right over her heart, Sankt Petyr, the name left her lips, escaping from her lips as a whisp of smoke. Her first protector, the first knife she ever named... the knife Kaz gave her when he taught her to fight. Her hand held the leather wrapped handle gently as the steady thump of Kaz's cane interrupted the silence between them.
The ground around them was frozen as they made their way to the top of the hill, fields lay barren, the trees had shed their leaves and the Saints left the land to sleep and rest, awaiting the warmth of spring. Despite the sun and bright blue sky, it was freezing, tufts of snow and ice glittered with the sunlight while the silence continued to stretch on between them.
Inej had arrived in Ketterdam to deliver a pair of slavers to the Council to recieve their judgement when a message intercepted her departure. Written in the neat scrawl that belonged to Kaz Brekker, he'd ask for her help on a job. The Suli wasn't one to deny him, especially now that they tried to be whatever they were. It still felt vulnerable and new, but Inej was glad to be close to him again. That, however, didn't explain why they took a barge to Belent and then continued on foot and wagon ride until they reached a small settlement sorrounded by nothing but farmland.
As they reached the top of the hill Inej stopped next to Kaz, who seemed to be frozen. In front of them lay miles and miles of fields, unkempt and overgrown by straw like shrubs and bushes who seemed too stubborn to give into the cold onset of winter. Gnarled fruit trees seemed to form a small orchard around a modest farm house and a spacious barn, but the fence was old and broken in places as if this place had been left unattended for a long time.
Inej took a step closer towards Kaz, her shoulder nearly touching his and she could feel his warmth through the fabric of her dark teal cloak. "What are we really doing here, Kaz?" She asked, her voice was soft as to not startle him from his thoughts. Whatever this place was... it held the ghost of the past and Inej was not about to let Kaz get haunted by old fears again. They both still struggled enough with their demons as it were.
The fresh, clear air of the Kerch countryside, devoid of the strong, acerbic tang of black coal smoke that hung heavily in the polluted, turbid atmosphere above Ketterdam at all times, did little to reduce the growing trepidation within Kaz, nor the feeling of sickness that had settled deep in his gut, coiled around it like a sharp string that grew tighter with every passing second, as they made their way along a narrow dirt path, surrounded by wide stretches of frozen-over, snow-covered fields and distant woodlands, where the dark tree crowns of evergreens loomed behind the pastures, situated between the bare brown twigs of the trees that had lost their leaves for the winter, coated with snow like the sugary covering of banketstaaf, the ground frozen and firm, each step on the uneven terrain tough on his bad leg, but he welcomed the pain that had settled deep in the strained limb, spread through permanently damaged bone and muscle tissue, focused on it to prevent his mind from straying to places he didn't want it straying to. The journey was a challenging one, the wintry cold far from kind on his already suffering leg as they walked through miles of roads and paths such as this one, strewn with hidden dips and dastard little rocks one could easily miss and trip over ( once, as a child, he'd stepped in one of those devious crannies hiding in the ground of a field and sprained his ankle, which his father had nursed back to health with many, many cold compresses โ a memory long forgotten, now, once more, as present as ever ), but he couldn't have brought himself to come here in the warmer months, when the air smelled of sour apples, drying hay and the sweet nectar of flowers blooming in vibrant colours amidst the tall grass, when it smelled of his childhood, when everything would remind him of the last good spring and summer they all had together, before their father had unexpectedly lost his life to an ox-pulled plough near the beginning of that year's harvest season and the boys he'd left behind had set off on a hopeless journey neither of them would return from. Even now, he thought he could smell it, a distant, but familiar scent that floated through the freezing cold air that reminded him of those terribly cold winter days they'd spent in their kitchen, the fire burning away as snow fell outside, sticking to fogged-up windowpanes, drinking hot chocolate made from the freshest cow's milk ( her name had been Hilda and she'd been around for as long as Kaz could remember, born three months before he had, and brought up, up until then, when the complications of childbirth that had come with an already difficult pregnancy, had put an early end to her life, by his mother ) and playing card games with their father, who'd spent the majority of the afternoon chopping lumber, that transported him right home, and he had to inwardly shake himself to get rid of the images that threatened to form ahead of his eyes.
He didn't know why he'd bought back the farm, he really didn't, and he knew even less why he'd chosen to come back here, at last, after all this time. Spite, perhaps, to gain something he'd lost back, perhaps it had been another investment, or, perhaps, he hadn't been ready yet to let the family he'd come from go fully, to let every last pieces and reminders of them die the way they had. He didn't know, but, once he'd started making a name for himself in the Barrel and acquiring important connections, it had been easy to track down the new owners of the farm, of whom he had a distant memory of โ a married couple well in their fifties, who ran a successful farm shop in the nearby town of Lij, talking to Jordie in the kitchen of their former home, signing and handing him the check, of which every last penny had ultimately wandered into Pekka Rollins' pockets.
They'd never intended to do much with the house, but had needed the wide stretch of farmland for their constantly growing livestock in the long summer months โ they'd wanted to tear it down eventually, as they'd told him when he'd made them an offer they couldn't refuse, and negotiated out the rest, adamant on getting back the piece of land on the outskirts of Lij his father had worked so hard for, expand the barn, but had never gotten around to it in the short time they'd owned it. And he could see that much now, as him and Inej were coming up on the land that had once belonged to his family, now once more was in the Rietveld name, even if that particular Rietveld had never truly existed, merely been an identity Kaz had fabricated in his favour, when he could no longer avoid the familiarity of these surroundings he'd left behind so long ago and avoided ever since, he'd since last walked these roads, but in the opposite direction, away from everything he'd ever known โ it stood just as him and his brother had left it, well over a decade ago, a small, but pretty, two-story farmhouse with a white, half-timbered exterior, a dark blue front door and window frames painted in the same shade, connected to a wooden barn structure. Neglect and the elements of nature had evidently taken their toll on the exterior of the buildings, the white of the walls tinged black and green with dirt and streaks of moss, the wood chipped, gone entirely in some spots, the once vibrant paint faded, unkempt shrubs growing all around it and blocking part of the entry. Still, it held a familiarity that felt like a violent smack to the face that knocked the air straight from his lungs โ he could see them again, two boys, brothers, walking hand in hand out of that very door, walking away from the lives they'd once lived, equal parts scared and naively hopeful for the future expanding before them. Now one of them was dead, lost forever in the sea that had carried him away, and the other was but a ghost of his former self, standing in a bizarre limbo between worlds, looking up at the facade of what had once been his home.
I knew you would end up here again, little brother. I knew you would come home.
This isn't my home, Jordie.
Cold, dismal and cruel as it may be, Ketterdam had become his home โ the city that had taken everything from him, his brother, his sanity, every shred of kindness and trace of goodness he might've ever possessed, the city he'd challenged and claimed everything back from, except for what couldn't possibly be salvaged, merely avenged. He wasn't a dumb, frightened little farm boy anymore, hoping for his brother's success as a merchant, he was one of the wealthiest men in the city, richer than the majority of the merchant council, a skilled conman, the thief who stripped these hapless businessmen his brother had wanted to be one of, off their money. THAT was his home, the empire he'd built for himself, the gang he'd raised from nothing, the city that might've haunted his dreams hadn't he become the monster they all feared.
And, even if the vastness of the True Sea separated them for most of the year, in way, the woman next to him had become something like a home to him as well. Although he wasn't looking in her direction, he felt her presence next to him, felt how close she was standing, and, in the barest movement, he allowed his shoulder to brush against hers.
Before Jordie's voice could gain in prominence as it always did until he couldn't take it anymore, her voice came through, one he clung to like an anchor would tether a ship to the shallow waters of the harbour, one that was capable of bringing him back from the darkness he had a tendency of falling into, and he held onto it for a moment, the grip of his chilled fingers stiff and firm on the crow's head top of his cane, another comfort found in familiarity that he used to at least try to ground himself as his thoughts raced and his heart rate picked up pace, pulse thumping rapidly in his ears, throat growing constricted as he turned her words over in his head. Of course she knew the job he'd explained to her had been a mere pretence, of course she did, she knew him well enough, maybe too well ( although he had begun to develop a certain appreciation for that fact ), but she didn't know everything. She knew nothing about what they were currently looking at, nor Kaz's connection to it, the reason behind the tattoo on his bicep he knew she was aware of, the person he once had been.
There were a million lies and half-truths he could formulate in response to Inej's query that wouldn't include giving away this particular piece of his history โ that this wasn't their destination, only a farmhouse of many in this area and that they'd better hurry if they wanted to reach the nearby town before night fell, that he'd purchased land in the countryside for no reason other than to increase his money inflow, that he'd changed his mind on the supposed โ job โ they'd come here for, and that it was time to head back.
But he'd brought her this far already, and for a reason, even if he wasn't quite sure what that was, he might as well come clean now. For a moment, Kaz didn't say anything at all, only looked at the slowly disintegrating, abandoned building before them in silence, and then, finally, after minutes that, to him, felt like hours, he swallowed, loosened a tightly locked jaw and spoke, the raspy tone of his voice coming out at a quiet volume, but sounding surprisingly steady, despite his inner turmoil, something practised, that the harshness of the Barrel and the refusal to put emotions on display had instilled in him, a peculiar ability to stay uncannily calm in most situations, but here, looking directly at his past, fighting in vain against an onslaught of memories that could no longer be fought, he wasn't sure how long he could keep that up, โ . . . This is where I grew up. โ
โ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. โ ( wb love )
@oakthcrn from this prompt.
For a prolonged moment, there was no answer from the thief, whose face was turned to the faraway horizon that laid beyond the vast structure of the harbour that stretched before them, where tall ships loomed over the ports and dockworkers hurtled across the pier, something moderately thoughtful to sharp, expressionless facial features. Perhaps they did have that in common, along with hundreds of other people who had to part with something they'd cared about before, but it didn't really matter, for he had long learned how to not let his losses affect him, how to steal back what he could, replace the little that could be replaced, demand payback threefold for what was taken, and simply let go of the rest.
" People lose something all the time. " He responded, at last, without turning to face her, "The trick to dealing with it is building something new."
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Rain battered against the rooftops of the city carrying a chill into the room. Inej sat on his windowsillโฆ hers really, from the frequency of her perching there, and fed crumbs of stale bread to the crows outside. She hummed a cheerful little tune as the door fell shut and turning her head the Suli acrobat froze.
Kaz stripped himself off his coat and vest. He looked frantic, haunted, Inej was on her feet not a heartbeat later, peering behind him to see if any danger would come bursting through the door, but all seemed quiet outside. When Inej was sure they were safe she approached him slowly. He was hurt, that much was clear, though with the amount of blood that stained his clothes he wouldโve never made it back here. โKazโ, his name fell from her lips. It was a quiet whisper barely any voice to carry it over to him, but she stood close enough for him to hear.
Even without all of the blood that was sticking to his clothes, barely even visible to the eye against the dark hues of the fabrics it had seeped into, the black of his trousers and a dress shirt kept in a murky shade of grey so heavily saturated it didn't look much different from them, but nevertheless there, damp and distracting, being his own, without the added, unwelcome obstacle of what would've been a significant loss of blood, it bordered on a miracle that Kaz had made it all the way back to his small office in the Slat, was still standing upright, and, if his body was any judge of his physical condition, he wouldn't be able to much longer if he kept going this way, subtle warnings he, as always, adamantly ignored. His leg ached in a way it hadn't in a while, a searing, constant pain, as though a blaze had ignited beneath his flesh and the fire was rapidly spreading through his tendons, eating away at already damaged nerves and bones, making every movement a tedious, painful one that, without him even realising it, had teeth clenching, freshly acquired wounds required treatment, were still open and oozing blood to join the accumulation of it already clinging to his skin, figuratively and literally. But, for now, he didn't seem particularly fazed by any of it, kept still where he was standing by the desk, back to the door, eyes shut as the familiar emotions of anger and frustration rose within him like water coming to a boil in a too-full kettle, threatening to overflow any second, fingers clenching so firmly on the edge of the wide warehouse door serving as an improvised tabletop he could've likely broken it clean off had he tried, given it just a little more effort. Damn it.
He knew Inej was there, he always did, whether he saw her or not, had already caught a glimpse of her in the spot in his office she'd somehow claimed as hers in recent months when he'd entered and, while he hadn't heard her move, or even approach him on soundless feet, he could feel the subtle shift in the air where she stood, could sense her directly behind him. He hadn't spoken yet, and neither had she, until, at last, her voice tore through the pressing silence that lingered within the room, a voice he felt strangely drawn to like a moth to flame, a voice that, at least for a very small, short-lived moment, cleared away the clutter within his mind, an unwanted, peculiar thought that he ignored, before, several seconds later, he answered, a slight, angry strain to the grating tone of his voice, " The Razorgulls are doing business with a gang over in Zierfoort now. It was an ambush. "
That wasn't all there was to the story of what had transpired over the course of the past hour, but he decided to leave it at that, for now, straightening himself, near-black eyes shifting across the table towards the bottle of liquor, a fine Kerch brandy manufactured in a small town north of Ketterdam, he always kept there, prior to his grip on his desk loosening and a gloved hand extending towards it, and, upon realising that there was little of the liquid left within, giving it a sudden rough shove that sent it clattering to the floor, glass shattering on the wooden surface of it.
A pause, jaw clenching so hard he could crack a tooth, and then Kaz spoke again, " . . . We lost a man. "
"I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO FIND YOU" PROMPTS * ย assorted dialogue for those desperate times when you just have to see them, no matter what anyone else says, adjust as necessary
i couldn't wait another minute apart from you.
did you expect me to just wait around for you to show up?
i did everything i could to find you.
i thought i did a pretty good job covering my tracks.
they helped me track you down.
i needed to see you.
they can't hurt us anymore.
i come all this way to see you, and this is the greeting i get?
i thought you'd be glad to see me.
it took me forever to find you.
how long have you been looking for me?
it's safer for the both of us if we stop seeing each other.
i thought i told you not to find me.
this was for your own good, you know. i leave, and you stay there, unharmed.
can we find somewhere private to talk?
they said if i left, they wouldn't hurt you.
been searching for you for months, believe it or not.
you weren't supposed to expect me.
this was going to be a surprise.
they can't stop me from seeing you.
would you please let me inside?
tell me where you are, or i'll figure it out myself.
i'm not going to let them prevent us from being together.
you and i... we have to be together. no matter what.
you sure don't make it easy to follow you.
i've been tracking you for miles.
so you're real. the legends are true.
you're pretty good at covering your tracks.
i started asking around, and they pointed me in the right direction.
i got your letter and came as fast as i could.
i can reach your window if i climb this tree.
give me a clue. anything. tell me where you're hiding.
think you could come around back and unlock the door for me?
hey. it's me. would you please let me in?
you're the one they speak about, the one that can fix things.
i know i'm not what you expected.
i couldn't wait another minute.
it's starting to rain. why don't you come inside for a minute?
lecture me later. for now, let's appreciate this time we have together.
i know this looks bad, but... i just had to see you.
they think they can stop me from seeing you.
i don't want to leave your side, not for a minute.
the path was treacherous, but the reward was worth every second.
i'd do anything to find you.
i wanted to find you and thank you for what you did for me.
you're taking a big risk by finding me.
you told me to look for you, and so i did.
is there a key to this door?
we're not supposed to be seen together.
i'm going to get you out of there. just hang on.
when i came looking for you, i didn't expect to find you like this.
they told me you had all the answers. they said you could fix things if i tracked you down.
i've been on your trail for weeks now.
it's safer if we're not seen together.
who told you where i was? was it [name]?
i didn't want you to find me like this.
why do you want to hide from me?
we're stronger if we're together.
โ
The door fell into the lock, unsteady footsteps bringing him across dusty old floorboards whilst leather-clad fingers unfastened buttons and tie, peeling crimson-stained fabric off his body and tossing it aside, first his black wool coat, then vest and tie, to leave equally visible imprints on the light brown linen of his bedding โ how much of it was his own, he didn't know, didn't care, not in that moment, where the pain of recently acquired injuries felt far away in the muddle of adrenaline and frenzied emotions as he braced himself against the table's edge, the grip of gloved hands fierce, unrelenting, pale eyelids shutting with a quiet, barely audible, inhale into his chest.
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god, i miss it here. time to come back?? i guess??
&. ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ.
(ย youย knowย thatย dynamicย ofย theย emotionallyย closedย offย oneย &ย theย kindย oneย theyย haveย aย softย spotย for?ย yeah,ย thatโsย theย vibe.ย )
said from the lone wolf.
โ you think you know me, but the truth is, you donโt. โ
โ going home isnโt an option anymore. โ
โ iโm fine. thereโs nothing for you to worry about. โย
โ do you wish i was different? โย
โ i just, i donโt want anything bad to happen to you. โย
โ you deserve better than what youโve got. โ
โ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. โย
โ iโm not leaving you out here alone. โย
โ you donโt have to keep me company, iโm fine by myself. โย
โ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. โ
โ iโm afraid of losing you, okay? โย
โ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. โ
โ what is with your weird fascination with me? โย
โ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. โย
โ i didnโt mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. โย
โ youโre lucky you got away with only a scratch. โย
โ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. โ
โ people like us donโt get to decide when weโre done. โ
โ iโve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. โ
โ you wonโt survive out there. they tear all good things apart. โ
โ i donโt know whatโs the truth or whatโs a lie anymore. โย
โ you got guts, iโll give you that. โย
โ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. โย
โ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. โย
โ what you think youโre going through is nothing to what i have been through. โย
said from the soft spot.ย
โ youโre not as bad as everyone says you are. โ
โ how is it that youโre never scared? โ
โ you think iโm weak because iโm not like you. โ
โ you wanted to be left alone, right? โย
โ how do you make the pain go away? โ
โ you shouldnโt smoke, you know. โ
โ destroy what is destroying you. โ
โ i hope you find the peace youโre searching for. โ
โ you know my door is always open to you. โ
โ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. โ
โย youโre avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? โย
โ youโre not at war anymore, you can come home. โ
โ it feels like youโve been avoiding me. โ
โ what are you so afraid of? โ
โ you shouldnโt be out here by yourself. โย
โ why do you care? you could have just walked away. โย
โ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? โ
โ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? โย
โ i just thought youโd like some company. โย
โ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? โ
โ i knew you had a heart. โย
โ can you look at me? please? โ
โ i donโt think iโve ever seen you smile. โ
โ if you wonโt take care of yourself, then who will? โ
โ you have something beautiful inside of you. itโs hard for some people to tell, but itโs there. โ
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NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN PROMPTS * ย assorted dialogue from the 2007 film, adjust as necessary
what's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?
i won't tell you you can save yourself, because you can't.
it's a mess, isn't it?
you already asked me that.
how'd you sleep?
that's the best deal you're gonna get.
people always say the same thing.
i didn't mean nothing by it.
these people will kill you, [name].
you know how this is going to turn out, don't you?
just how dangerous is he?
this is the best i can do.
i was just passing the time.
i always figured when i got older, god would sorta come into my life somehow. and he didn't.
call me when you've had enough.
i always knew you had to be willing to die to even do this job.
what time do you close?
you need to come see me.
could you validate my parking ticket?
you know what's going to happen now.
i don't know. i couldn't say.
it wouldn't be fair.
you can't make a deal with him.
is that what you're asking me?
be careful.
oh. that's who you keep looking out the window for?
would you hold still, please?
how would you describe him?
do you want to leave a message?
did you not hear me?
what's in the satchel?
do you see me?
how many of those things do you got now?
he's not like you. he's not even like me.
did i say you could sit?
you should admit your situation.
you don't know who it is.
what business is it of yours where i'm from?
you know what date is on this coin?
i knew you were crazy when i saw you sitting there.
now it's here.
it's either heads or tails.
i need to know what i stand to win.
now that's aggravating.
you need to talk to me.
don't put it in your pocket.
we just missed him!
you go to hell.
let me ask you something.
don't get hurt.
guns out and up.
do you know where i'm going?
if i don't come back, tell mother i love her.
[name], thank you for coming.
where do you want me to put it?
is something wrong?
you don't have to do this.
if the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?
this country's hard on people.
if you don't wanna accept that, i don't know what else to do for you.
will there be something else?
you can't stop what's coming.
you're in the hospital across the river.
do you have any idea how crazy you are?
don't hurt no one.
it doesn't make any difference where she is.
i don't know what to make of that.
it's not that i'm afraid of it.
i'm hiding behind you.
you already have a tent?
lot of people come in here without any clothes on?
where'd you get that pistol?
did you buy that gun?
i got a bad feeling.
there's something i forgot to do, but i'll be back.
the man that shot you died in prison.
i'm kinda surprised to hear you say that.
I just wish that you'd send me off that ledge. So I can finally fucking take you with me.
