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I recorded our voicecall, pored over it, analyzed every second of you speaking; you love me, there’s no doubt about it; your prosody, your word choice–it’s clear as day. Unfortunately I do not feel the same. I watched a 19 minute long youtube video and now I no longer feel love
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ohdoctor· | because to be mortal is to strive for what is beyond one’s reach. to want what should not be wanted.
He wants to snarl. [ BITE, CRUSH, GRIP, THROW A FIT FOR ALL I CARE / oh but anything but this discomfort that slinks under his skin in garbled murmurs of barely unintelligible words that he feels he ought to understand, but yet, in his very essence, cannot and never might ]. Teeth clamp down [ and where’s the copper taste ? ], mouth a line, angry gaze affixed on the hand he grasps so roughly when the hound takes too long to give in.
You make me feel small when you are like this, if only you weren’t born.
Why would he change for what is already long fading ? [ The exhaustion in the wound’s gaze feels violent, and he, in spite of himself, shudders as the failure prickles his skin all over again ]. It might be the desperation that compels him to rip a piece of his own clothing to fasten a make-up bandage on the cut, clogging the knot as firm as the tightness in his own throat. ❝ … You are terribly depressing at these hours, ❞ he murmurs under his breath, carmines refusing to meet his eyes again until he was able to repair more of the damage he had worsened. He breathes a frustrated sigh, and …
Pour the alcohol on the wound, why don’t you ? He almost laughs, if without humor. ❝ I am trying to … ❞ UNDERSTAND YOU. A snap of his teeth, he smiles an unfriendly threatening sight before his mouth quickly twists into rancor. ❝ Save you from your own reckless undoing. My job is to prevent your death, do not be so pessimistic of what is still a work in progress. ❞ He could be direct, blunt, were he to rip open the gauze that barely held them close.
Gaze shifts past him, cynical, quiet, and so very restless in his mulling, his own fingers burning at every revolting point of contact between their silence, but nevertheless aching for what the body naturally longed for. A grip tightens, the soul trembles and quivers. His touch already feels too empty and too much, too empty and too small, too big for what he is and for what he could ever be, too much for what he used to be and for that haunting weight in his arms carrying a man that was already dead. He utterly despises them. Reds flicker back to silvers. ❝ I have and will outlive many like you, Pantalone, I would rather not waste my time doing guesswork on what you are too afraid to speak. ❞ How severe a tone … ❝ What do you want from me ? ❞ He gives a brief pause, grinding his teeth as he, for once after who knows, who knows how long, makes the barest attempt to choose his words carefully. ❝ Making me decipher you will not end well for either of us, I am not that — it is not something I often trouble myself with. ❞ Ugly admissions, but such a thing ought to be obvious at this point if the man had bothered to look rather than idealize a version of him that he could … Ah …
A blink, the mind stutters into silence. You do not love me. His head tilts, words distracted. ❝ Are you attached ? ❞ You should not at least.
He might be pathetic enough to. [ … ] …
A click of his tongue. ❝ I will not humor your attempts to hide behind double entendre, there is nothing to gain in your farce. ❞
attached. lashes kissed against porcelain cheeks, his head dipping under the weight of intimate — realization ? no, for he’d said as much already. it was a proper acknowledgement. more ugly than anything he’s ever said, more so than the snarling and spitting and biting that had become ... commonplace. the ugliness of vulnerability, honesty, love had taken over. perhaps pantalone should reprise the role for old time’s sake, but he knew that it would lack any heart. the pride, he couldn’t summon it either. he was so weak. so weak.
❛ yes, ❜ he said, humoring dottore’s prior question. yes, i am attached. ❛ in vain. ❜ pantalone shifted, hands that typically would be clad with gloves bare as they adjusted their robe, showcasing the wear and tear of a mortal life spent getting their hands dirty, clawing their way to the top. funny. it seemed that would soon have been in vain as well. those very hands clenched. ❛ you said it yourself. you will outlive me. even without this, you would outlive me. so what is the point of any of — ❜ a flickering of rage, a twist of the lips, his speech quickened. maybe not all of him was lost. maybe pantalone, sadistic and deranged as always, wasn’t so far from himself after all. ❛ — this. ❜ it was a struggle to breathe — more his ire than his health — but he managed it.
❛ it would be a sunk cost. ❜ yes, turning back to familiar, yet inappropriate terminology to sort out the chaos. account for each item in the ledger, the date of purchase, the debit or credit. you daring to love me, five years of your immortal life at most, perhaps some emotional cost if i could be so lucky. pantalone didn’t dare consider what time was worth to one who wouldn’t die, because he knew it would leave him with some illogical hope. ❛ you would get nothing in the end. i’m a momentary distraction. ❜
when pantalone looked at him this time, it was with a glare that typically was turned dottore’s way over the rim of his now – discarded spectacles. eyes darkened.
❛ so what i want defies all reason. understand ? i can’t ask for comfort or things i know you can’t give. especially when i have a time limit. ❜
in trousers sentence starters.
’ he needs love. '
’ i need sleep. '
’ i’m awake. '
’ i’m still here alive. '
’ i’m sick of counting goddamn sheep. '
’ goodnight ! '
’ i’m reading ! '
’ i’m still awake and thinking maybe i’ll become a nun. '
’ go to sleep. '
’ maybe one day, i’ll win at love. '
’ we love you. '
’ i can’t talk. '
’ they never really disappear. i’d like so much to whiz without them there. ’
’ look out, he breaks the golden rule. '
’ who can rebuild the people i’ve killed in bed ? ‘
’ i need bombs exploding. '
’ it’s important to win, but i’m scared to begin. '
’ i could sleep through the day. '
’ i accept my faults and welcome sudden death. '
’ it’s a helluva day. ’
’ it’s our moment to shine, just forget last night. '
’ this itty-bitty glass of wine helps us start our day out right. '
’ time to wake up and face the day. '
’ our eight year old is crying, please show your face. '
’ i think he plays with girls and dolls. who can know what love he’s lacked ? '
’ what time is it ? '
’ we can’t stand here waiting forever, so move your ass, (name) ! '
’ something’s missing in my life. i don’t know what it is, though i have suspicions. '
’ i have a family, and a family pet. '
’ i have a family, with a wife who’s perfect in many ways. '
’ in my mind, i’m a kissing a man. '
’ i have a family while i’ve never defiled. '
’ i’m honest when i say i’m a child for a fella’s caress. '
’ i love being me ! '
’ i turned fourteen today and will eat the very best breakfast in town ! '
‘ do i really have to show you people how ? ’
‘ no one looks busy in this kitchen, and my breakfast isn’t ready, and my stomach aches. ’
‘ try to make me hungry. ’
‘ cat got your tongue ? ’
‘ he always knows the sorts of answers he’ll allow. ’
‘ wait until i’m older, then i’ll kill you. ’
‘ i need my breakfast now ! ’
‘ oh, jesus christ, it wasn’t loaded. ’
‘ she’s an actor from the old school and a lousy chef. ’
‘ i don’t want miracles from heaven, just some eggies over spinach over toast. ’
‘ no, i will not apologize ! ’
‘ she should win a prize. ’
‘ that girl can’t cook ! ’
‘ he wouldn’t read that kind of novel anyhow. ’
‘ stop your staring. ’
‘ get to work. ’
‘ life is lonely, life is rotten, and thankfully short. ’
‘ he throws a fit, then a knife. ’
‘ you call this breakfast on my birthday ? this is shit, this isn’t breakfast ! ’
‘ i mean, for god’s sake, am i talking to the wall ? ’
‘ (name) underestimates the fear that he’ll endow. ’
‘ i’ll wait here until you get it right. ’
’ he’s laughing all the time. '
’ he’s a veritable fool. '
’ (name) is my very best friend in school. '
’ lately i’ve been thinking maybe he needs attention of a private sort. '
’ should his mother be blamed ? '
’ he has something which most everybody needs, he cannot ever be embarrassed. '
’ he’s my very best friend in school and i’m embarrassed and ashamed. '
’ my high school sweetheart is a person. '
’ he says i’m just ridiculous. '
‘ i tell him he’s a person, he says i’m just a ridiculous. ’
’ he’s a person. '
’ i want to hold him, but he’s not alive. '
’ a person has their wants and needs, i’m not a greedy person. '
’ here i am, (name), hold me. i want you to want me badly. '
’ put me onto your bed, not a pedestal, will you ? '
’ but i’m his sweetheart. '
’ she cast me in her play. she gave me words to say, made me what i am today. '
’ stop begging, stop making me crazy. '
’ i love the way he acts, i do. '
’ do not make faces and do not undo the facts. '
’ relax. '
’ it was one of the best nights of my life. '
’ nothing is for nothing and a new land is a new land to explore. '
’ hey, i love you. '
’ a good man never fails. '
’ i am living proof that cowards still can rise. '
’ you might tell me you’re a victim, you might get what you deserve, but i won’t excuse a boy who’s lost his nerve. '
’ stay clear of love and jail. '
’ lovers don’t go hungry. '
’ kids live and learn to attack. '
’ take a break. '
’ we’ll drink it and talk. '
’ does he like the rain ? '
’ does he kiss ? touch ? drink ? screw ? '
’ does he like to screw ? '
’ we’re alone at last. '
’ i thought for a not unseemly price, you’d introduce me to the wonders of the bed, and also treat me nice. '
’ (name) is cute, though rarely good. '
’ but, dearest, please accept my hand. '
’ tell me, how did you get in here, please ? '
’ i drugged the man who was guarding the floor. '
’ i’m the only one here in the school except you and the guard who you beat in a fight. '
’ he was drugged, not with pills, but with some apples from a basket. would you like a few ? '
’ what i do for you is your pleasure. '
’ i like your eyes. '
’ i was never out of place. '
’ that’s true, she minded her business and taught. ’
’ i always like the way you got angry in your glasses. '
’ you little shit, i’ll throw a fit, i’ll beat your head in with a hammer ! '
’ just keep your dirty fingers away from my face, kid ! ’
’ listen, i’m a bastard, bummer with a penis, and i need us two to be together. '
’ i need us two to screw together. '
’ make me a happy boy. '
’ please, please, please, rub your hands between my knees. '
’ he always gets the things he wants. '
’ accept the things he wants. '
’ do you want my telephone number ? '
’ lest we forget, she will always remind us how they two met. '
’ love me for what i am, not what i try to be. '
’ he gave me a phony home address. '
’ i am a person who likes to lie too much, i try too much to impress other people. often my inferiors. '
’ could you like a girl like that ? '
’ would you hold her in your arms ? '
’ darling, we might survive. '
’ this whole damn thing’s a joke. '
’ perhaps he’ll trip or she might choke. '
’ forget this guy, he’s no damn good. no action and all words. '
’ call me a disgrace and then be done with blame. '
’ how was i to know that he’s a gigolo, emotionally underbred ? '
’ when the passion stings, i think of pretty things instead. '
’ after winter, i’ll marry. i’m entitled to that. '
’ here i sit, drunk and self-indulgent, dressed up in a hat which even i detest. '
’ marry money, money wins. ’
‘ your past will disappear, and with it all your sins. '
’ joy once seemed so near. '
’ he’d approve if i let him. '
’ though, it’s hard to forget him. '
’ where’s her goddamn husband ? '
’ always acting infantile, that’s one thing that makes him smile. '
’ i do not think that this will work. '
’ i think we should’ve spoke before. but today’s too late. '
’ i hate weddings. '
’ is her veil on straight, and is she drunk ? '
’ will he be the man i’ve dreamt about ? '
’ isn’t this a perfect day ? '
’ what do i think about five seconds before i die ? '
’ i’m about to die and i didn’t feel like shopping. '
’ please stop your bye-ing. '
’ have pity on the one who’s dying. '
’ when her passion soon cools, and it will… if she’s smart. '
’ will i break the girl’s heart ? '
’ did i ever have— no, will i ever have fun ? '
’ things on which we most depend seem to fail us in the end. '
’ we’ve been married for ten years. eight were fine, and six were not. it seemed longer than ten years. '
’ the first two were the best years. '
’ i felt him slipping away. '
’ i felt him die in my arms. '
’ how could i ever compete ? '
’ the cause of all his lust, she must be sweet. '
’ he’s used to love me. '
’ don’t be pathetic. '
’ he could just as well leave me. '
’ when he’s with us, he’s somewhere alone. '
’ i’ll be fine if he leaves me, but i’m sure he won’t. '
’ the bitch might be dumb. '
’ he will not admit the truth. '
’ why are men so damn uncouth ? all they ever tell are lies. '
’ he hates my wife. '
’ i hate his food. '
’ he thinks i’m rude, but nice. '
’ i think he’s nice, but indiscreet. ’
’ he thinks i’m sweet, but he treats me kind of funny. '
’ isn’t it delightful playing easy ? '
’ he’s on his knees, i’m lying flat. just like a bad idea. '
’ i think i’ll die. '
’ listen to him laugh. i’m reminded of the old times, 'cause at last he’s got passion. '
’ he’s sick. '
’ i’m delighted. no i’m not, but it’s better than it was. '
’ let’s recapitulate the things he does to earn my blessing. '
’ first he hurts his wife, it’s a good move if you ask me, but you didn’t, so i’m quiet. then he hurts his child, that’s a less good move, but necessary. ’
’ call it passion and don’t regret it. '
’ him and the boy live happily ever after… that’s a sickening thought. '
’ all of us alive need something we can live for. '
’ i’m counting on this boy to make me dream. '
’ he needs love ? i got love ! '
’ i’d like to be a princess on a throne. '
’ men will be men. '
’ i saw them in the den. '
’ he’s a queen, i’m a queen. where’s my crown ? '
’ my life is shitty, and my kid seems like an idiot to me ! '
’ i mean, he’s great. it’s me who is the matter. '
’ if i repeat one more word, i swear i’ll lose my brain. '
’ i can cry on cue, but so can you. '
’ you ask me if it’s fun to cry over nothing. it is. '
‘ a healthy fruit is healthy until it rots. ’
‘ speaking of friends, (name) is sweet and trim. ’
‘ i think in fact i’ll marry him. he wants me. ’
’ i think it’s strange because the sex was good. '
’ i’d take his mouth and feet, and make them do… well, i forget. '
’ i think it’s rotten how i lately feel. '
’ it’s like a nightmare how this all proceeds. '
’ i hope that he don’t fulfill his needs. '
’ i wanna sleep. sure, things will probably worsen, but it’s not like i’m a healthy person. '
’ i only wanna love a man who can love me. or like me. or hold. or touch me. or stand me. '
’ he was never mine. '
’ i used to cry, we’d make a scene. '
’ and me, i’m just a freak, who needs it maybe every other week. '
’ does he feel awful ? and has he grieved ? '
’ i do not feel awful. a little unlawful, but a lot relieved. '
’ (name) will act very parental, completely gentle, absolutely swell. ’
’ those were things i used to do, which i’ll leave behind. '
’ tell her your sin’s called hanging on. '
’ honest to god, no one’s the villain. '
’ i’m not a saint, let’s not mince words here. '
’ am i your nightmare or your dream ? '
’ if you see me at your door, swear you’ll let me in. '
’ pack it up and call it quits. like good quitters do. '
’ god, what have i done ? '
’ i dreamt last night we flew to china. '
’ your parents own a car, don’t they ? can’t we drive away ? '
’ may we talk as friends ? '
’ i dreamt last night you almost held me. '
’ jesus christ, you’ll come through. '
’ hold me. hold him too. but stay. '
’ please drink your tea before it’s cold. '
’ you can’t go on as if you’re dying. '
’ this is much better for the both of us. '
’ people used to lick the streets after she walked by in order to show respect for this great lady. '
’ he did little all day but jot down ridiculous poems and wait for (name) to call his name. '
’ he wasn’t cheating exactly. '
’ they met at odd hours, off and on for three weeks. '
’ he was half out of his mind with grief. '
’ she paid for his fine clothes, provided him with a fine apartment, rent-free, and he loved her. '
’ you think she was moved ? you think so ? '
’ you don’t know the whole story. i was not having an affair with a lady in waiting. '
’ he asked if he could sit down. he asked if there was anything to drink. he asked if he could take off his clothes. '
’ well, we slept a little. '
’ god bless america. '
’ the thing about explorers is: they discover things that are already there. '
’ it’s taken all of my will to still stand high. '
’ he wrote me goodbye. '
’ he filled it with details, explicit things that i can’t try. '
’ another sleepless night at home in bed. '
’ you try to think of things you might have said, you try to carry on. '
’ i was my face then drink beer then i weep, say a prayer, and induce insincere self abuse until i’m fast asleep. '
’ i’ve done too much talking. '
’ he never stops. i need my sleep. ’
’ five times a night, he’ll request it. i wanna rest it. '
’ what he wants is a body that won’t fuss. '
’ he’s feeling hot. i’ll close my eyes, and then surprise: i’ll be awake and preforming. '
’ i’ll wanna sleep but maybe trying to put up with a guy like myself must be a bore. '
’ he sleeps in this bed with me, a survivor. '
’ i’m feeling alive-er than i’ve ever felt in my life before. '
’ another book you thought was best unread has proved indeed it was. '
’ i am so alone in the middle of the night. '
’ they said they’d never lose their love. and then they lost their love. '
’ women sit like angels, men like vultures. '
’ and who’s to blame them ? '
’ i write to keep the pain alive. ’
ohdoctor· | won’t you stitch up the broken pieces of me ?
… Oh.
He did not like that. His breath shallows, body and its conscious quelling their movements into uncertain stillness, alert to every single twitch and murmur from the injured Harbinger. [ That was right, Pantalone is still ill, sick with what could not be patched by mere man ]. Carmines blink, expression defaulting to a distant sort of neutrality, affixed on the stitched patterns on the covers. [ There is little urgency to the acknowledgement, the Wound still would be repaired in due time even if Dottore had to pull him apart limb to limb, from ruin to scratched screams, the man … was too wretched of a thing not to remain here as another thorn in his side for a little longer ]. A mouth parts, lingers in its dying words, and thus comes to an unsure close.
He really did not like that. It was futile to breach his sensitive mood with queries that would most likely worsen the state of the room. He had never been a creature of empathy and its guiding hand, never one to know how to comfort as his mediocre babbling youth had never been properly taught by his kindred. [ He could have made the effort in his later years, of course, that is no fault but his own, but what place had sentiment and remorse in the reshaping of man and its folly ? ]. His gaze comes to observe the conundrum. A being without the instinct to nurture was a … What was it ? Oh, it has been too terribly long since he’s thought of these simpler troubles. He almost laughs, a cruel and slithering mockery of mirth at himself. How things never changed.
Still. A soft breath … Incessant tapping and then he’s squirming, sharp teeth digging into his own lip and piercing it. The restlessness was bound to become the prime lead soon, if not already so. ❝ … ❞
His gaze flickers away, at a loss. ❝ I do not know how to comfort you. ❞ It’s an admission, however bland for a lack of a tone. ❝ Nor would I suppose you would ever request that of me. ❞ Brows knit, a huff on his lips. ❝ I have already agreed to a financial assistant, have I not ? I will not budge further from routine, everything in my day is carefully crafted to fit into specific must’s. Your responsibilities are not the same as my own, I would like to think you are capable of understanding such a concept. ❞ A minute pause, considering, before a frustrated expression crosses his face. ❝ That was not an insult, I simply … ❞ A sharp tongue trails off, seeming to search for the words until he inevitably lets out a harsh sigh, offering his hand to the other. ❝ Let me look at it. ❞
eyes flickered from pale orange to a slate silver as he shifted into a sitting position, robe sagging on his personage, exposing milk – white shoulders and bandages alike. for a moment he still couldn’t meet dottore’s gaze; shaking hands instead pulled apart the ties and the fabric pooled around him. pantalone wished he were undressing under better circumstances, but between dottore’s sharp words, that healer’s concern, and his own ... despondency, he was unsure if he could even summon the mood. truly the worst sort of vulnerability. he bit his lip. ❛ being as you are is ... all i expect from you in the end. it can be enough. ❜
pantalone had always been an uncontainable whirlwind of emotion. when they’d lived, his family could hardly handle him. when they’d passed, he could hardly handle him. his highs were mediums, and his lows were abysmals. his glee turned rotten, and even the things that made him happy spent much of the time being snarled at by him. more than once, that had been how they’d treated dottore, and that was how they were treated in turn. but it still led to this. this attachment. because, no matter what, dottore brought him back from the brink of death every time. because for some archons – forsaken reason, he made pantalone feel safe. it was his job, yes, but no one had ever dealt with him with such care. ❛ i’m a greedy man. but ... ❜
the words became sour in his mouth. in every phrase he tested, the result was the same — and then he cursed himself for measuring his words with a sense of delicacy. why did it matter ? it shouldn’t matter it shouldn’t matter it shouldn’t matter it shouldn’t matter —
❛ but i know when a deal can’t be struck. ❜ gaze lifted, tinted the faintest lavender now, slowly deepening into a rich purple, he met dottore’s as best he could with his wounds now on display. you won’t change your business practices, just as you can’t change how your mind works. money couldn’t buy everything. so, yes, this really was enough. it had to be enough. why did it still hurt ?
❛ ... stop looking so worried, dear. i’m already dying. it can’t get much worse than it already is. ❜

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i can’t decide on an eye color for pantalone so. they shift colors. usually cool colors. sometimes purple, sometimes a deep red or gold. has gone as colorless as silver before.
ohdoctor· | bitch.
Fool. The foot that suddenly finds itself gaining momentum is swift, and even swifter is its unforgiving kick on his current [ ONLY, ONLY ] body warmer’s hip as he OH SO LOVINGLY throws the man out of their bed. [ Theirs … ? The conflicting sentiment is ephemeral in its flight, for spite now asserted that this possession was solely his ].
❝ Do consider that altruism is not a characteristic of mine, dove, your bloodied pulp of a body will not fix itself when the time comes that you need me. ❞ He scoots back under the sheets, nose turned the opposite way of the fall as he, with an expression of utter dying boredom amidst the irritation, peruses the decorations tastefully scattered across the room, if only to nitpick them in the dourness of his mood. ❝ Your wealth is for naught if you are barely being held together by the shoddy work of unexperienced stitching, which I do not mind in reminding you that it is starting to appear to be a very likely candidate for your uneventful yet very pathetic demise right this fortunate moment of ours. ❞
from his elbow – propped position, it was difficult for pantalone to maintain his “ footing ” on the bed they shared at present. had shared, as pantalone was promptly acquainted with the floor, a sound between a grunt and a yelp escaping him by way of “ greeting ”. though well on their way to healing, it stung, and though in another setting he may’ve enjoyed the way it sent him shuddering, tears pricking and jaw clenching. oh, how sweet your abuses.
a guttural noise lodged in his throat as pantalone clawed his way up from the ground, pathetically foisting his way onto the bed with more effort than he’d like to admit. it was a blessed thing that dottore had turned away lest more mockery be set upon pantalone for his weakness. ❛ one would ... think you ... want that to happen. rich from one who claims to be the better caretaker ... ❜ no spitting and biting, there was no energy for that. instead, he caught his breath, taking a measured moment to allow his bearings to return to him. and when they do, it’s with a depressing admission. ❛ i’m exhausted. if my death is the threat you’re to employ, it won’t work. i would welcome it, and you would have nothing. ❜ a low hum, color – shifting eyes downcast where dottore cannot see. ❛ ... but cooperate with me and the world could be yours. ❜
unethos· | dottore.
❝ I am unsure, ❞ the hound murmurs with a tone indicative to certainty and a terribly stubbornness to match it. ❝ 1.5 million Mora, even if monthly, for all the troubles I went to… compromise for your sake. Why, do you intend to make me feel like a useless, mediocre little sock ? A splat on your abhorrently garish and decoratively inflammatory carpet ? Perhaps you should see other second–rate, morally dubious libelous cheap physicians stationed in Lihuey that stick their noses in matters not pertinent to them after all. ❞ A scoff. ❝ Not that I know any. ❞ / @pantaleons
❛ but of course. you know not a thing about any such competition, dear. ❜ pantalone’s lips curled at the other’s thinly veiled ... possessiveness. that’s how it seemed, at least. dottore could deny it all he liked, but pantalone wouldn’t believe him. when a man entertained some bargaining it meant he had something to lose if he passed up the deal. mora, of course. and something else, what with how the conversation circled back to baizhu. ❛ one – and – a – half million mora is me being generous. prove to me that i can trust you with more and i will consider increasing your budget. ❜ he tented his fingers, chin settling atop them as lashes fluttered shut for a moment of quiet pondering. before a breath, then — ❛ contrary to whatever you believe, i don’t enjoy playing the bad guy with you. someone must be responsible. ❜ well, no. maybe he enjoyed it a little bit.
@reignsvir said: Pin with a gay snarl
his back slammed against the ground, and what tore from his lips was a sound that was far from dignified. less like the wind had been knocked out of him and more like a moan. the aggression, the force, that snarl. it was all too much. a hand somehow worked its way free and tugged at diluc’s shirt collar. then with more force, more desperately. it would be more than embarrassing to look back on, but in the moment there was no such thing. there was only want. burning, aching want. and the blazing inferno on top of him was the only one who could satisfy it.
“ that all you have in you, handsome ? ”
@gunnhildred said ❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat
oh ? now, what did he have here ? the acting grandmaster had a surprisingly little amount of patience. he’d only casually threatened her poorest citizens with financial ruin if she didn’t chase off that little darknight hero --- whom he’d had on good authority was wrapped around her slender fingers --- that kept messing with his agents. and after he’d gone through all that trouble of a generous donation to the city. in the form of paying for a stay at the goth hotel, but surely that found its way back into the economy. really, she was so ungrateful.
a mocking grin twisted his lips. he tilted his head back to expose his neck more to her blade. “ miss jean, you’re so forward, ” pantalone crooned. it wouldn’t take much for her to finish him off, though pantalone knew she wouldn’t. she wasn’t that kind of woman.
“ don’t leave me in suspense. aren’t you going to finish the job ? ”

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❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜
@reignsvir said: Dying + reverse with a dash of panic from either end
how had everything gone so wrong ? somewhere in the chaos of the fight, they’d gotten separated. pantalone had barely made it out without his delusion, but he’d made it all the same. if either of the two of them were to fail, it would’ve been him. diluc would be fine on his own. or so pantalone had thought. he was unprepared for the sight of his diluc on the ground. bleeding. broken.
“ you --- ” the harbinger scrambled to the other’s side, assessing him in the way he’d often seen dottore do to himself and others. if not for his pulse, pantalone would’ve written him off as dead, his breaths too shallow for the untrained, panicked eye to notice. but he was breathing, which meant there was hope. he wished he could say for certain --- though would the bliss of ignorance really not be preferable to knowing the horrifying truth for sure ? a conundrum he couldn’t consider. stop getting distracted. focus.
“ you idiot ! what did you do ? how could you be so reckless ? do you lack for sense ? i swear --- ” even with insults hurled, even as he laid there bleeding out, diluc took the time to comfort him ? a hand had settled on pantalone’s knee, but diluc’s own eyes had gone wide, he shook. look after your damn self.
a decision was made in that moment. he’d the strength to lift diluc, yet he lacked the stamina. unless, of course ... “ only for you, you wretch. ” he called upon the powers of his delusion, pulling diluc into his arms, knowing that it would cripple him in the end. yes, he did it anyway because ...
“ if you die, i can’t scold you properly. oh, we are going to have so fucking much to talk about later. ”
wanna give pantalone a snake
@spettacola said: ❰❰ SAVE ❱❱
powerful as he is, pantalone knew when he was outmatched and done in. it was an unfortunate reality that he was not much of a fighter without his delusion to use, but it was also something he cared little for to begin with. why dirty his hands and risk his life when another could do the work for him ?
he defended himself until he couldn’t all the same. and when he couldn’t, thankfully there was someone to step in. about damn time. a crystalline wall formed between him and his attacker, before the mirror maiden currently providing the aid finished them off. the only thanks she received was a look of interest, as if being appraised. then the condescension returned.
“ please. next time, why don’t you wait until i’m rotting on the ground. ”
MORD.

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me, ace spec, and then pantalone, my fucked up little meow meow
@reignsvir said: Hurt + carry // an extremely self - indulgent meme
this is it, he thought, though not for the first time, this definitely seemed as if it would be the last. the use of a delusion, even briefly, had left him trembling. weak, but he’d survive that end. he would not survive the enemies that bore down upon him. his eyes slid shut.
death did not come. a heartbeat, another. still nothing. zhiyuan popped an eye open, somewhere between lazy and delirious, just in time to see a familiar figure take a hit that had been meant for him and cleave his foe in two. again, and again. while zhiyuan pathetically watched. setting the stage, maybe ? then ... he would be next. yes, who would want him dead more ... ? diluc must ...
strong arms moved beneath him, hands almost reverent in their touch as zhiyuan is lifted from the bloodied earth in a bridal carry. a fluttering of lashes and a soft, pathetic exhale, the so - called regrator curled into his hero, hiding his face. oh, you detestable wretch. how dare you be so ............... the insults died before they passed his lips.