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I have just come from the berry fields, the sun kissing me with its golden mouth all the way (open your hands) and the wind-winged clouds following along thinking perhaps I might feed them, but no I carry these heart-shapes only to you. [ I DON'T WANT TO LIVE A SMALL LIFE, MARY OLIVER ]. a very selective low activity multi-muse. explored by sol.
What if that's all I'm ever gonna be good at? That's up to you.
Project Ghostlight: Private Nightmares Episode Four "Fleeting Worth"
A WHOLE BUNCH OF QUESTIONS * Â assorted questions i just came up with, adjust as necessary.
where did you find this?
you really thought this would work?
was it something i said?
have you been keeping this from me the whole time?
would you help me zip this in the back?
are you paying attention to me?
when were you going to tell me the truth?
who are you, really?
will you help me lift this?
where did this even come from?
who gave you this?
where did you learn to shoot like that?
did you ever think it would come to this?
when did you know?
do you believe in ghosts?
are you telling me the truth?
does it ever stop hurting?
would you pass that to me?
would you ever consider... us?
can you turn the lights off when you go?
maybe you could give me a massage?
was that a good idea?
do you think i was too harsh?
do you realize what you just did?
when's the last time you slept?
are you mocking me?
who taught you to use a sword?
was that fun? did you have a good time?
so when are we doing that again?
will you come upstairs?
what was that sound?
did anyone follow you?
do you think we're alone?
will you stay with me? keep me company for the night?
do you regret sleeping with me?
would you take that pot off the stove for me?
would you teach me how to fight?
will you promise to tell me the truth?
why did you lie?
where did these guys come from?
should we call for help?
was that someone upstairs?
when were you supposed to be back?
could you try harder next time?
where did you find this?
what is the meaning of this?
what does the map say?
can you find an answer?
what if we run out of time?
when's the next game?
did you mean it? when you said you loved me?
why don't i believe you?
why are you making excuses?
when's the next train?
we're shit out of luck, aren't we?
why is it so cold in here?
would you please get up off your ass and help me?
was that so hard?
were you in love with me back then?
â・â§ËĘđÉËâ§ď˝Ąâ  đđđ¤đ˘đ§đ  đđđŤđ đ¨đ đ˛đ¨đŽ
đđđđ˘đ¨đ§đŹÂ - send âreverseâ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ fever ] sender presses the back of their hand to receiverâs forehead, brows knitting with quiet concern
[ medicine ] sender sets alarms on their phone just to make sure receiver doesnât miss a dose
[ blanket ] sender layers blankets over receiver, adjusting them until theyâre just right
[ soup ] sender blows gently on a spoonful of soup before offering it to receiver
[ water ] sender holds the glass steady, murmuring encouragement until receiver takes a sip
[ hair brush ] sender carefully brushes receiverâs hair back, slow and soothing
[ ice pack ] sender wraps an ice pack in a towel and presses it gently where it hurts
[ temperature ] sender wakes up in the middle of the night just to check if receiverâs still warm
[ pill ] sender places medicine in receiverâs palm and waits until they swallow it
[ quiet room ] sender dims the lights and turns everything down low so receiver can rest
[ slow ] sender stays at receiverâs pace, arm ready in case they stumble
[ bandage ] sender changes the bandages carefully, apologizing even when it doesnât hurt
[ lap ] sender lets receiver rest their head in their lap while they stroke their hair
[ night watch ] sender refuses to sleep deeply, listening for every shift or breath
[ warm cloth ] sender presses a cool cloth to receiverâs neck or wrist
[ cough ] sender rubs slow circles between receiverâs shoulders through every coughing fit
[ carried ] sender helps receiver move, taking more weight than they should without complaint
[ pain ] sender distracts receiver with quiet stories or memories until the pain dulls
[ soft voice ] sender speaks more gently than usual, like anything louder might hurt
[ held ] sender sits behind receiver, arms around them so they donât have to hold themselves up
[ protective ] sender stays curled close even after receiver falls asleep
[ food  ] sender convinces receiver to eat âjust a little moreâ with a smile
[ stay still ] sender gently stops receiver from pushing themselves too hard
đđ˘đđĽđ¨đ đŽđ
â hey. iâve got you. â
â donât rush. weâre not going anywhere. â
â let me do it for you, okay? â
â i know it hurts. iâm right here. â
â youâre allowed to rest. i promise. â
â just focus on breathing. iâll handle the rest. â
â you donât have to be strong right now. â
â tell me where it hurts. iâll be careful. â
â iâm not leaving until you feel better. â
â iâll stay up with you if i need to. â
â itâs okay to lean on me. â
â shhâŚÂ youâre safe. â
â iâve got time. all of itâs yours. â
â you donât have to say thank you. â
â let me take care of you. âÂ
â youâre doing really well. â
â iâm right here. breathe with me. â
â donât apologize. this is what iâm here for. â
â rest. iâll wake you if you need anything. â
â even like this, youâre still my favorite person. â

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lethe - prologue
there was a time when there was hope instead of despair. when a future seemed within reach decorated with bright stage lights and pointe shoes. the world always clicked into place when she was performing that made every ache, every tremble, every terrible question that ate her up inside worth it.
the feeling of being watched by a crowd was exhilarating. no, it was intoxicating. and she was addicted to it. the praise, the attention, the applause. untilâ SNAP!
it all fell apart in a moment. a bad knew injury was all it took for to bring her career to a halt. she spiralled after that with no purpose in sight. trying anything to numb the pain. with little alternatives she turned to the night. not that kind of night, yet. she trained and became as a bartender, eventually getting hired at a high profile bar.
she met a patron there, a beautiful woman who claimed she'd had her eye on her ever since her ballet career. she was a curator, a patron of arts in her words, and declared she could taste lethe's creativity even in cocktails. it was the same intense attention she solely craved all these years and had no choice but to be drawn like a moth to a flame.
in the end were caught in each other's web. the curator's obsession with her was clear, and from the first taste on blood on her lips lethe became accustomed to a high unlike anything she experienced. over time her pain eased more than it had in years. and she kept coming back again, and again, and again. she hadn't known then, the term for what she was a ghoul.
you could dance again, you could embody art like you've always craved. be the best version of yourself you could never quite be. all you need to do is dance for me, my little swan.
she didn't choose undeath. she didn't know what was happening until it was too late. until she was lying on the floor of an abandoned stage covered in her own blood wearing her old costume. the final show. a poignant end to a performance with only one person in the audience. a kindred, a toreador, her sire that had become so obsessed with every expression of her art.
but you are wrong, you've always been wrong. why did you ever think that would change in death? why did you think you'd finally have the power and spotlight you always craved?
she awoke, for the first time as lethe, a name chosen for herself. anything else doesn't matter. who she was before has died twice over now. she's half right, bottom of the chain and aimless once more. in search of a coterie as it may be the very thing to keep her tethered to this new unlife.