Mischief and Nightmares

❛ She knew that when you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle the man you love is doomed to die. ❜

❛ In this house, we have chocolate cake for breakfast. We never bother with silly things like bedtimes or brushing our teeth. ❜

❛ So when you find yourself the center of attention, It's not that they hate you. It's that, well...We're different. ❜

❛ Even you have to admit, any man who gets involved with an Owens woman.is bound to end up 6 feet under. ❜

❛ My little witch, Iet's go inside and do some spells. ❜

❛ Be careful what you wish for. ❜

❛ I hope I never fall in love. ❜

❛ The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist. And if he doesn't exist, I'll never die of a broken heart. ❜

❛ I hate it here. I want to go where no one's even heard of us. ❜

❛ We'll grow old together. It'll be you and me living in a big house. These two old biddies with all these cats. I bet we even die on the same day. ❜

❛ Darling, when will you understand that being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It denotes a lack of courage. ❜

❛ It was the curse, wasn't it? He died because I loved him so much! ❜

❛ I've never asked you for anything! I never asked for spells, but do this! You can bring him back. ❜

❛ I don't care what he comes back as. As long as he comes back. ❜

❛ What's wrong with you? We do not cast. We do not toy with people's lives. This is not a game. ❜

❛ She has all this power and doesn't use it! ❜

❛ Sometimes I feel there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could hear the ocean. ❜

❛ The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. A sign of trouble not far behind. ❜

❛ But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing...l dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. ❜

❛ I don't want them dancing naked under the moon. ❜

❛ The belladonna is in my bag. ❜

❛ Please, God, if you get us out of this, I'll be good. I'll have babies. ❜

❛ I had normal. I worked really hard to get that normal. ❜

❛ You have the worst taste in men. ❜

❛ Okay, I will get you out of this but when I do, we are definitely breaking up. ❜

❛ You won't believe it! We danced naked under the full moon! It was so fun! ❜

❛ I think a brownie for breakfast would fix you right up. ❜

❛ You've been away too long. Some things never change. ❜

❛ Hang onto your husbands, girls! ❜

❛ Midnight margaritas! ❜

❛ Since when is being a slut a crime in this family? ❜

❛ Something's going on. I can smell it. It's a very distinct smell. It's the smell of bullshit. ❜

❛ A cop looking for [name] wants to talk to you. And I think I'm having a heart attack. ❜

❛ And I know this sounds really strange, but I don't think I can lie to him. ❜

❛ On Halloween, they all jump off the roof and fly! ❜

❛ She's not saying they murdered him. Just that maybe they shook his hand and then he died. ❜

❛ If any man dared take on an Owens woman he'd live briefly in the euphoria of her love until meeting an untimely death. ❜

❛ Am I under some kind of surveillance? ❜

❛ Do you ever put your arms out and spin really fast? That's what love is like. It makes your heart race. It turns the world upside-down. But if you're not careful, if you don't keep your eyes on something still, you can lose your balance. ❜

❛ I got people telling me that you're up here cooking up placenta bars, that you're into devil worship... ❜

❛ You should come here on Halloween. You'd really see something. We all jump off the roof and fly. We kill our husbands too. ❜

❛ Do you have any idea how strange this all sounds to me? ❜

❛ Magic isn't just spells and potions. ❜

❛ It has power because you believe it does. ❜

❛ Wish you could believe in me. ❜

❛ We just stick to our stories. No body, no crime. ❜

❛ I. Me. Mine. That's all you can think about. You. It's all about you. ❜

❛ I'm sick and tired of cleaning up your messes. ❜

❛ You spend all your energy trying to fit in, be normal! But you'll never fit in. Because we're different! ❜

❛ All my life, I've wished I had half your talent. You're wasting yourself! ❜

❛ What if I told you I did kill him? What would you do? Would you send me to jail for life all because the world was short a man like [name]? ❜

❛ Someday you'll explain this all to me. ❜

❛ You killed his spirit, but I took his life. ❜

❛ I'll tell you all you need to know. How I did it, where I buried him. ❜

❛ You're saying what I'm feeling is just one of your spells? ❜

❛ If you stay, I wouldn't know if it was because of the spell, and you wouldn't know if it was because I didn't want to go to prison. ❜

❛ You know, all relationships have problems. ❜

❛ Curses only have power when you believe in them. And I don't. ❜

❛ You know what? I wished for you too. ❜

❛ Oh, dear. It seems we've not arrived in the nick of time. ❜

❛ This is what comes from dabbling. You can't practice witchcraft while you look down your nose at it. ❜

❛ You know the stuff everyone whispers about me…the hexes, the spells? Well, here's the thing. I'm a witch! ❜

❛ There's a little witch in all of us. ❜

❛ He wants me. Just me. Everyone will be safe. Just let him take me. ❜

❛ Don't die on me, please. Because we're supposed to die together, remember? The same time. You promised me that. And this is not that day. ❜

❛ What wouldn't I do for the right guy? ❜

❛ Can love travel back in time and heal a broken heart? ❜

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

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

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

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

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

Roman leaned back in his booth watching the party-goers enjoying his club. He enjoyed the sense of power he got from visiting his club every now and then. The nervous smiles, the flattery. All because they feared him, oh it was intoxicating. 

He had rather prided himself on only having the finest members of Gotham enter his club. Not allowing any riff-raff in. Only the best alcohol, singers, the best people. If he wanted something he got it. And he would make sure that anyone who got in his way would just disappear. 

Just as he was starting to enjoy himself Zsasz leaned in close and whispered into his ear. “We have a problem.”

Thomas gazed into the flames. Listening to the mixture of the crackle of the fire and the howling of the winter wind out side of his family home. December. A dark and depressing month for the man. Shorter, colder, darker days trapped in this rotting house. When the rest of the world was joyful and full of hope, he was reminded of the horrors of his past. He always felt trapped and so alone. Christmas just made this feeling worst. 

And he had brought them into into this hell. They did not deserve this. They were pure and innocent. And he had dragged them into the world of torturous loneliness. 

As he was lost in thought he felt a hand on his shoulder, causing the man to flinch in fright. 

"And how exactly would that work? you get me back to my time... how would you know back then that I owed you a favor?" he asks "Were you even on earth back in my time?" he asks frowning

"Yes... Well, I have be to a few of the States around America" he admitted. "For business mostly. So I did not get much free time to explore the cities I was in."

"But there is no shame in not traveling. Especially when you live in New York of all places. It seems as though there are little gems from all over the world hidden in this city."

She smiled trying to smooth over any unpleasantness her prior inquiries may have stirred up. "Yes, it does. Will you stay long enough at least to sample some of what New York has to offer before you and your sister journey back home?"

"The only issue is that I am afraid I have a poor sense of direction. Would you be able to recommend me a guide?" Thomas asked flashing a charming grin. This was an old ploy that often worked. Most ladies such as this would recommend their single friends, whom would often he smitten with the exotic title Thomas had inherited. While he charmed them, Lucille would be able to weed out which was the easiest to gain money from. He hated this whole affair. But it needed to be done.

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Thomas held out a narrow box with a dark purple ribbon tied around it. "Happy Christmas" he said softly. "I know it is not much. However please accept it as a token of my thanks for spending Christmas with me."

Inside was a long, sharp hat pin. The end had a dark red ruby with a cluster of small diamonds around it. Clearly a family heirloom of some sorts.

”I wasn’t able to go out to do any shopping due to the blizzard but if you allow me some time in your kitchen I can at least bake you something as a thank you for your thoughtfulness.”

The pair could not afford such lavish gifts. However, they did have a few items of their mother's that they had yet to pawn or sell. Besides, Lucille hated most of these trinkets. Because they all reminded her of their horrid mother. Well, all accept the engagement ring.

Wide violets roved the haunting scene that opened up before her as her company guided the small woman through the threshold of his home. Everywhere she looked decay flirted with finery resulting in a queer but beautiful harmony. It was a living picture of the fading age of aristocracies. Her boots padded with soft squelching groans across the wooded floors as Katherine approached the center of the room, her attention finally lingering on the gaping maw above them.

Cascading down from the ceiling were tendrils of what looked to be overgrowth. Overgrowth that had long since withered but still seemed to reach down to her from above. Accumulating snow already was already beginning to coat the long slithering limbs as the new flakes drifted down towards her in mesmerizing swirls. Gazing up into the opening could easily make one forget that they were above ground at all. It was . . .beautiful in presentation but also inspired a sort of claustrophobia. Kat shivered,accusing the draft that the open ceiling allowed despite feeling something pawing at the back of her mind that said this was her first warning. Warning about what?

Thomas’ voice pulled her back from the surface, drawing her back to the dapper dark haired man just behind her.

Kats gaze lingering on the anxious wringing of his hands against that poor hat of his. Her usually sharp gaze softened as her eyes found his once more. Slowly her hand moved to gently rest on his, hoping to soothe the obvious nerves that seemed posses those large fumbling hands of his.

“Your skylight is lovely.” She assured him, a warmth in her reassurance but a teasing playfulness still lingering in her sentiment. “Far too many folks aren’t getting enough natural light now a days. All candle light and gas lamps. Well gas lamps for those who can afford them. There was. Time my family could hardly air to light the home with candles let alone dream of anything like this.”

She gestured to the room as a whole, her eyes sliding over there surroundings once more with quiet appreciation before returning to him with a soft smirk.

“You might have a bit of a leak though.”

After a quick wink she let her gentle hold on him fall away a she started towards the staircase nearest them.

“Could I trouble you just a bit longer and ask that you show me to my room?”

Thomas gave her small nod, "Of course" he said warmly. He gently offered her an arm and began to move towards the stairs. As they walked up the old creaking stairs Thomas still felt his heart race with nerves. There was still a chance she would run, and tell all in high society of their situation. Destroying their already fragile standing.

He lead his guest up the stairs and down a dark hall way. As a child Thomas hated this hallway, the ominous carvings in the dark wooden archways gave him nightmares. As if they would come alive and devour him.

Thomas stopped at one of the doors and opened it with a black key. Allowing her to enter the room first. This one was the best maintained rooms in the house. The bedroom's design often reminded him of an old gothic church. With the faded gold leaf on the boarders of the ceiling and the slightly rusted hanging lamps. As well as the carved headboard that looked like it stepped out of a medieval illustration.

"There is a bath and rest room down the hall on the right" Thomas explained. "I would recommend to run the water for a moment before using the taps. The clay has stained the water a tad. So the water may turn red for a moment or two." he explained.

Eric placed the bound pages on to the mangers' desk. They would find his new Opera first thing in the morning. That is if they were not hungover from partying all night with the understudies and dancers. Unprofessional. They were both idiots. Hopeful, they were smart enough to comply with his demands. After all, this Opera House should be run by someone like him, who loved the Arts. Not a pair of fools who only thought about money and their rank in society.

He had left a list with who he wished to be cast. And a letter with the consequences if they did not follow his instructions.

The Phantom swiftly walked out of the office. Moving towards one of the hidden passages near the stage. So he could slip silently back to his lair. As he moved through the shadows, he heard footsteps near by. Some one was here.

After a moment, he heard the footsteps of the man. The Phantom recognised the figure. Somewhat. The man was employed by the Opera house. Eric had seen him work late behind the scenes. He was most likely one of the resident tailors.

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10. Pet their head as they fall asleep.

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13. Sneak up and tickle them

14. Rub their back while you hold them

"I have souls flooding into Hell every day. And rarely enough demons to torture them" the Devil said furrowing his brow. In the end he had learned that it was more efficient to allow the mortals torture themselves. Reliving the worst moment of their lives. Have their own fears haunt them. For the rest of time.

"It is different. Especially from England" he said with a faint laugh. New York had a hustle and bustle about it that he had never seen before. Everyone seemed to be in a rush, and the division of ranks seem to be far less severe than back in his home land. The class system, as well as the titles of Lords and Ladies did not hold as much weight here. At best it was a curiosity. Deep down, he rather liked that. It gave him hope that he could crawl out of this grave his family had dug for him.

"But I am rather fond of that. Americans, in my experience seem to be far more amenable to new ideas. And not being dragged down by harmful traditions."

She knew in some abstract way that the America he spoke of existed the way one knew there was a bottom when one looked down into a precipice. But she had never been there.

"Yes... Well, I have be to a few of the States around America" he admitted. "For business mostly. So I did not get much free time to explore the cities I was in."

"But there is no shame in not traveling. Especially when you live in New York of all places. It seems as though there are little gems from all over the world hidden in this city."

"Are you enjoying New York, Mr. Sharpe?" May asked with one of her perfectly rehearsed and practiced smiles that looked so convincingly guileless no one in New York society thought it otherwise.

There had been talk since the Sharpes' arrival, Dollar Princesses lined up and ready to be both buyer and merchandise. Though much admired by the New York set May Welland was neither on the auction block nor among the prospective buyers.

She privately prided herself on possessing a seemingly good-natured but unknowable serenity. It allowed her to view New York society from the same safe distance a siren might view the sailors who traveled along the water's surface. Descended as they were from Puritans and those overly proud of their European forefathers, New York high society lacked any curiosity about what lay beneath the Welland girl's still but deep waters.

And like the siren who was part animal May thought of herself as immensely pragmatic. Her cousin, whom her family always referred to as 'poor Ellen Olenska', had made a notoriously bad match with a Russian count a mistake May was determined not to repeat.

"It is different. Especially from England" he said with a faint laugh. New York had a hustle and bustle about it that he had never seen before. Everyone seemed to be in a rush, and the division of ranks seem to be far less severe than back in his home land. The class system, as well as the titles of Lords and Ladies did not hold as much weight here. At best it was a curiosity. Deep down, he rather liked that. It gave him hope that he could crawl out of this grave his family had dug for him.

"But I am rather fond of that. Americans, in my experience seem to be far more amenable to new ideas. And not being dragged down by harmful traditions."