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SHADOWS  OF  WHAT  THEY  ONCE  WERE,  intimacy  emerges  disfigured,  shrouded  in  inelegance,  and  times  only  halcyon  in  reminisces.  A  reverie  their  grasp  never  seemed  to  reach  despite  the  pressure  of  their  hold  around  it.  â  I've  been  through  worse,  â  a  truth  known  by  both,  a  boreal  mask  to  the  glimpse  of  sentimentalism  behind  her  interest.  She's  orchestrated  the  strings  of  his  heart  before,  he  couldn't  allow  himself  to  play  the  role  of  a  puppet  in  her  play  again.  â  Talia  .  .  .  Cassandra  lives  here  with  us  now.  I  hope  you  don't  make  her  feel  uncomfortable  in  her  own  home,  â  now,  cerulean  orbs  watch  her  with  frigid  hues  painting  a  warning  laced  with  a  reminder;  he'd  not  tolerate  her  presence  disturbing  his  family's  peace  for  her  own  delight,  they've  gone  too  far  to  return  to  the  beginning.  When  the  matter  was  legacy,  the  swordswoman  favored  hers.  It  rekindled  burnt  wounds  of  betrayal.
â  And  yet,  you'd  choose  your  father's  side  if  ever  given  a  chance,  â  a  retort  coated  in  white,  baring  fangs  in  a  sided  grin  that  demonstrated  he  could  still  bite  if  provoked.  Yet,  the  detective  yearned  to  unravel  the  enigma  of  her  visit.  Mouth  opens  and  closes  without  a  sound  emitted,  interrupted  by  her  insistence,  exuding  a  sigh  of  acquiescence  .  .  .  for  now.  â  .  .  .  the  bandages  are  on  the  medical  bay,  first  drawer  on  the  left.  â
A  moment  passes,  and  muddied  pieces  are  replaced  with  a  clean  fabric  of  sweatpants  when  he  enters  the  sterile  room,  chest  bare  flaunting  pinky  gashes  from  the  night.  The  question  lingers  on  tongue.  â  I  suppose  your  visit  had  other  intention  than  to  piece  me  together.  â
SHARPEN WAS THE BLADE THAT SHATTERS A PAIR OF HEARTS, if either him or her were to reimanisence on shrapnel left from such a tumultuous love affair, perhaps one should consider picking a chair. painless once grown into the system, layer after layer you'd find her beating, mercyful heart --- oh, perhaps one general human being could pretend to be utterly shocked, wasn't it a surprise that that this woman, the own devil in disguise, truly posessed some sort of heart? force of habit, perhaps ( ? ) . â &. here had I gathered you were more clever than this, DETECTIVE. â her lashing tongue, ever applying the tapering move of a keen dagger ; almond hues, piercing his soul as meaning words poured. â Cassandra is a child of Lady Shiva, you would be a darling fool if you deduced I do not approve of her keeness with Damian. â nearly scofffing a laugh, yet retained on the back of her throat. mannerisms do not fail, despite caring for the man, talia could very well torture him in a fight. â My son is no fool, he was taught to respect such skilled warrior as his adopted sister. â held truth alongside the blurry lines, men couldn't be excused for often holding onto their own stupidity. either it being their opinions, or their reckless acts of heroism. unfortunately, her once dear beloved was a pivotal part of that equation.
â Your world is made of something truly beautiful, silly and brilliant clouds. â with no attempt to care for his further commenting, her frame vanishes into the darkness, eachoing footsteps alongside waterdrops and screechs for the night creatures adepts to that place. â ... Having a choice must be so recomforting, putting on the cowl, being a symbol, not a constant pawn on a old man's game ... â nails grasped the box against her silkiest gown, trailing against the spotless flooring. a careful movement, the box is open and items are carefully laid for his treatment. â Haven't you ever considered why does my father allows Damian to stay with you? â when sincerity begans to crash against the shore, metaphors are one's best allies to uncovering the truth.
â Once upon a time, a tale as old as time ... a daughter had a choice to make, â while fingers carefully assembling the bandages, of a fair amount of sizes, as she awaited for him to expose his chest for her work to be done, her story continued being told. â The Demon requires an heir, ... once you, the golden chosen one, denied him of that by vanishing in the middle of the night. â a direct punch to his guts, if she was being honest ; that man hadn't solely left her father's grasp, but hers --- his wife, who once thought she was a part of his heart, behind. â Damian was perfect, he is perfect --- make no mistake of thinking otherwise, â constant warning, talia refused to believe otherwise. â Except I am a mother, he was mine before he was ever supposed to be yours. If my suffering ruin means his protection ... so let it be, I have endured fair worse lifetimes before he was born. & I can endure much more, do not worry about me. Prepare him, one day my father will be wise enough to make sure no lazarus pit can bring me back to life. â
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DISTINCTIVE  PRESENCE,  only  a  few  knew  the  passage  of  his  sacred  shelter,  fewer  could  infiltrate  its  defenses  without  triggering  any  alarm,  and  only  one  individual  wouldn't  wield  that  advantage  to  harm  the  sentry  of  Gotham.  Despite  unbidden,  her  visit  wasn't  unwelcome.  Once  his  name  was  hers  to  call,  souls  intertwined  transcending  the  meaning  behind  the  representation  of  the  golden  circle  on  their  fingers.  Vows  could  have  been  shattered,  but  its  shards  would  always  be  bound  to  her.  Chest  rises  at  the  command  of  her  jasmine  perfume  as  eyes  drink  on  Talia's  figure.
â  Clayface  pretending  to  be  someone  else  again,  â  at  last,  lungs  release  the  air  they've  been  (unconsciously)  holding,  muddied  gauntlet  removes  cowl  from  head  to  rest  on  back,  hairs  an  ebony  turmoil  revealing  the  state  of  the  man  wasn't  faring  better  than  the  suit.  â  Damian  is  out  with  Cassandra,  they  decided  to  keep  patrolling  since  I  had  no  condition  to  continue.  â  Steps  don't  venture  too  close  from  the  chair,  not  allowing  the  mud  to  sully  either  her  or  the  expansive  tech.  Adam's  apple  twitched,  words  drying  throat  walls  with  the  hidden  reason  for  her  appearance  in  their  lives  again.
â  Are  you  here  because  you're  having  problems  with  Ra's?  â
a breach solely opportunity for vendetta, a missing page yet to be written and catalogued on a history hidden inside the far enduring sand storm meant to fog a man's judgement. sealed lips persist on daring, yet refusing to release a vital statement --- sentimentalism, one risky business to be put aside before savoring the syrupy eagerly setting the taste ... sour was a specialty, a courtsey of their shattered past. once a fool for the hope of it all, killing joke that murdered the ghost of a love --- talia believed there was a cure to this damned pain of his, FATHER TAUGHT HER BEST ; DEMON'S DAUGHTER WITH A BLADE & A SECRET THIRST FOR WARMNESS. truth was raw and clear, the detective would not give away his cowl, nor would she part ways with her birthright. religion poured from his lips, birch leaves in june. hues attempted to regain focus, leave the cruel familiarity of his lingering gaze and hurtful caring soul behind despite holding onto it for so long.
â ... Are you hurt? â inquiry afloats, ignoring the boundaris one had set previously regarding her own beating heart. â You're not one to surrender easily, so I shall take it as an yes. â without offering him time to dismiss her accurate hypothesis, her frame rises from the chair gracefully, wasting no time on mundane chattering anylonger --- well, that aside their son. strike>â As for Damian, ... He is in great company, I fear. Cassandra is explendid on her own rights. Although I expected find him near Richard. â
a personal turmoil to be the daughter of ra's al ghul, the demon's head was a recurring headache throughout descending decades. ever tiring to be his spwan, yet would not set herself free from what belonged to her. â As far as I know, he is far more worried about himself than anything that regards me. &. the feeling is mutual, Detective. â sincerity tight laced with the reminicesce lack of emotion. push it aside now, it was not worth their time. â I assume you might need bandages, go wash yourself --- I'll fetch them myself, no need to bother poor Alfred. â her hand rose as soon as his voice threatned to echoe, â It's not up for debate, I despise being useless. â
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desert breeze against her features, at fault was her hope this one would keep his mouth shut during their journery --- fingers itching to release her blades with a certain cut on his throat. it wouldn't be clean, but it'd be efficient enough to cease his rambling. â Oh, yes? And how did I attack your feminity complex, Mr. Benoit? â
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twin blades sharp enough to cut the tension void, entertaining with a swiftest movement which allowed one to read the dance within the darkness abranging the cave. umidity, she could taste on her lips --- it didn't bother her, it was simply rather unusual when the fiery weather burning through her skin was her natural habitat. FROM TIME TO TIME, THE DEVIL EMERGES FROM THE SHADOWS, bearing much more than a single danger, or an upcoming threat that surrenders. although one didn't have to be the world greatest detective to guess, nor investigate throughout the layers, the worst was the primary reaction when it meant her involvement. untrustworthy, she was ... the walking mozart of death, a villain to foolish point and dare, ... isn't it a happy thought, though? she couldn't care less.
entertaining with a glare, a former love affair. you'd guess that being formerly married would earn you much more than that, ... it has been an unfair run, &. talia has learned a pitiful long time ago how that cause was of loss. â Are you giving me the courtesy of answering before finding out on your own, ... Detective? â softest grin, hitting the side of her curling lip, nearly hidden by dark locs from the silkiest hair. â Damian isn't home, I take? Since he didn't come to greet his own mother ... â both arms resting on the metalic armrests of his chair, no longer facing the exagerating computer screen behind her but craved on him. a smudged, tiring vision on sight. â Rough business? You could do far better, if memory serves me right. â she concluded, legs crossed, one above the other, certainly not one of his best work shifts ... or whatever was he deemed to call it.
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PROMPTS FROM SHREK * Â assorted dialogue from the 2001 film, adjust as necessary
two things, okay? shut... up.
you didn't slay the dragon?
some of you may die... but it's a sacrifice i am willing to make.
they judge me before they even know me. that's why i'm better off alone.
how will you kiss me?
that wasn't in the job description!
what is so funny?
let's just say... i'm not your type.
pick me! pick me!
i've got a dragon and i'm not afraid to use it!
now really, it's rude enough being alive when no one wants you, but showing up uninvited to a wedding?
it's a compliment! better out than in, i always say.
you can't tell me you're afraid of heights.
let's do that again!
what's that? it's hideous.
only a true friend would be that cruelly honest!
well, technically, you're not a king.
the battle is won.
so where is this fire-breathing pain in the neck, anyway?
hey, don't look at me. i didn't invite them.
it's on my to-do list!
you're meant to charge in, sword drawn, banners flying!
that's not the point!
huh, celebrity marriages. they never last, do they?
that'll do, [name]. that'll do.
you're going the right way for a smacked bottom.
well, that's not very nice. it's just a donkey.
where are you going? the exit's over there!
i have to save my ass.
what kind of a knight are you?
i was talking about the dragon.
man, this would be so much easier if i wasn't color-blind.
we can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning... i'm making waffles!
whoa, look at that. who'd wanna live in a place like that?
that... would be my home.
i think i need a hug.
you're a monster!
we were forced to come here!
you know, you're really quite a decorator!
it's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget!
i like that boulder. that is a nice boulder.
you know, not everybody likes onions.
everybody loves cake!
i don't care what everyone likes!
have you ever met a person, you say, "let's get some parfait," they say, "hell no, i don't like parfait."
end of story! bye bye! see ya later!
parfaits may be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet!
it talks?
i'm not the monster here, you are!
now tell me, where are the others!
eat me!
i've tried to be fair to you creatures, but now my patience has reached its end.
all right then! who's hiding them?
oh you're going to love it there.
men of his stature are in short supply.
it's getting him to shut up that's the trick!
hey, what's your problem [name], what you got against the whole world anyway, huh?
i'll find those stairs.
look, i'm not the one with the problem, okay? it's the world that seems to have a problem with me.
do you think he's maybe compensating for something?
hey, where're you going?
oh man, i can't feel my toes!
take a look at me. what am i?
doesn't that bother you?
man, i like you. what's your name?
you're so wrapped up in layers, onion boy, you're afraid of your own feelings.
there you are, doing it again!
oh... oh this is all my fault.
you can't do this to me! i'm too young for you to die!
you gotta warn somebody before you just crack one off, my mouth was open and everything.
believe me, if it was me... you'd be dead.
i steal from the rich and give to the needy.
man, that was annoying.
i was sent to rescue you.
i'm supposed to be rescued by my true love!
your job is not my problem.
you love this woman, don't you?
i don't want to rush into a physical relationship.
like that's ever gonna happen!
why are you following me?
stop singing!
it's no wonder you don't have any friends!
PROMPT âș @poetdeco â Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? â | ethan hunt to benoit blanc
" you know, ethan â " benoit says his name with a healthy measure of disdain, the kind you would only find upon the most venomous and overly polite pta mother. his pitch goes up half an octave, his lips turn into a smile. he could not be faulted for lacking in grace. " sometimes jumping off a moving train is just jumping off a moving train. and that's not genius. it's certified. and if you ever make me pull a stunt like that again, i will frame you for a murder so foul, not even your little friends at your stupid toy soldier organization will be able to rid you of it. am i clear? "
ever the tauting creature, despite the deslocated shoulder he had to put back on place as if nothing had happened, it was part of his routine --- except he didn't quite have one, he winged it whenever there wasn't any team to play alongside him. benoit's word whips against his skin, and a part of him wanted to laugh loud enough for the country to hear. BENJI WOULD BE HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE, ethan couldn't help but think that once his friend remarked about a billion times how no one but their IMF team would stand at least half of the bullshit he goes about whenever things go off the script. â I had to improvise, ... otherwise someone else would be killed. Yeah, guess I can work with that --- Ex-wife number two would truly adore you, Benoit. Reminded me of long ago, nostalgia hits harder. â
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GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022) SENTENCE STARTERS
â You canât keep making excuses for every one of [name]âs insane whims. â
â Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? â
â Hey, please stop fire-spinning inside. â
â I say it like I see it, no filter. If people canât handle it, thatâs their problem. â
â Youâve got to stay off the Twitter. â
â Are you mocking me? â
â This canât Shazam. Itâs a lamp. â
â Whereâs my speargun? I gotta pack. â
â He told me you havenât left the bath for a week. â
â My mind is a fueled-up racing car, and I got nowhere to drive it. â
â I need danger, a hunt, a challenge. â
â Thereâs someone here for you! With a box! â
â Hello, stranger danger. â
â Excuse me, I love your accent. I had to try it. â
â You must be very special. â
â When you throw a murder mystery party, you do it right, buddy. â
â Iâm not here. â
â Heâs just staying here. Heâs going through things. â
â This rich-people shit is weird. â
â This is stretching my stride-taking abilities. â
â Okay, letâs stop talking and actually start hanging out and having fun. â
â Why is it on the roof? â
â I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? â
â Is this part of the game? â
â Iâve learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with. â
â You really try. I like that. You really make an effort. â
â You never know when shitâs gonna go down. â
â Iâm uncomfortable. Iâm gonna go for a swim. â
â Itâs true. I say it like I see it. â
â If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. â
â Thatâs the place where you have to look within yourself and ask, âAm I the kind of person who will keep going?â â
â That was some real red-pill stuff. â
â Every single one of you is holding on for dear life to [name]âs golden titties. â
â Wow. That was so real. â
â Iâm a truth-teller. Some people canât handle it. â
â Itâs a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. Donât you think? â
â Are you calling me dangerous? â
â A few cocktails before Iâm murdered. â
â Halle Berry! That has a kick. â
â This simple thing that you thought you were looking at, it suddenly takes on layers and depth so complex, it gives you vertigo. â
â Every time weâve gotten to the point where Iâm going to strangle you, you pull something like this, and itâs magic. â
â I wanna be responsible for something that gets mentioned in the same breath as the Mona Lisa. â
â This is reckless. And youâre gonna get somebody killed. â
â Itâs been a memorable weekend already, to be sure, but now the real fun starts. â
â Tonight, in this very room, a murder will be committed. â
â Well, to be clear, I mean, I didnât know what a âblood diamondâ was so⊠â
â What am I supposed to do now? Play Yahtzee all weekend? â
â I like the Glass Onion as a metaphor. An object that seems densely layered, but in reality the center is in plain sight. â
â Itâs like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights! â
â Well, Iâm out of here. Tomorrow morning. Gone. â
â Youâre murdering my vibe. â
â So you come here, in your Gucci flats, telling us that we owe you? â
â What do you want? A check? You want performative pity? â
â I want the truth! â
â But me, Iâm tired of pretending like youâre the victim in this game. â
â That changes things, right? â
â Have we ever not pulled through? Pulled it off? â
â We wonât know the cause of death without an autopsy. â
â Listen, I must insist that nobody touch the body or disturb anything around it. â
Are you treating this as a crime scene then? â
â Iâll pay you one billion dollars to tell me which one of them tried to kill me. â
â Oh, fiddlesticks. â
â Is that a speargun? â
â Oh, hellâs bells! Just, everybody, just stay here! â
â I can peel back the layers, I can take it to a point, but what lies at the center, only one person can tell us who killed [name]. â
â Youâre not in the bath again, are you? â
â Heavens, the dog ate the caviar again. â
â Itâs a stupid idea, right? â
â Listen, I want to be clear, huh? I am not Batman. â
â Any feelings of reverence or respect that you had for me when you crossed my threshold, buttress those feelings now. â
â Yeah, Iâm trying real hard to buttress, but this sounds nuts. â
â Is this safe? â
â I shouldnât be here. This is nuts. But Iâm here. So letâs do this. â
â The reality-distortion field ends here. I canât let you do this. â
â Look me in the eye! You know itâs a lie! â
â You must be really great at Clue, huh? â
â Iâm very bad at dumb things. My Achillesâ heel. â
â This is your last chance to back out. â
â I think itâs really shitty what they all did to you. â
â I sold my soul for this. â
â I thought you said you didnât drink? â
â Thatâs hard kombucha. Thatâs Jared Letoâs hard kombucha. â
â Weâre running out of time! â
â Please. Think of the danger here. You gotta step back and let me handle this. â
â I never email anything that I wouldnât want to see on the front page of The Times. â
â I think maybe you should take up drinking. Youâre just killing it. â
â Something is just teasing the edge of my brain. â
â Oh, if I ever meet Jared Leto, Iâm gonna whoop his kombucha-brewing ass. â
â My therapist says this is a toxic relationship. â
â We will do what we always do. Deny, half-apologize, and then go silent awhile. â
â Please tell me you did not think sweatshops are where they make sweatpants. â
â I will do whatever I have to do to save myself, and he is my only lifeline. â
â This never happens in Clue. â
â Heâs a son of a bitch. Leave his ass. â
â I donât feel sorry for him. He deserved what he got, and you are better off without him. â
â Please donât kill me! Oh my God, please donât kill me! â
â Iâm not trying to kill you, you crazy bitch! â
â Shitballs! â
â It hides not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing obvious clarity. â
â A veritable minefield of malapropisms and factual errors. â
â Oh, please. Just tell us who tried to kill me. â
â Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon. â
â What is reality?! â
â Does he keep a vial of poison in his tooth or something? Is that a rich person thing? â
â Oh, itâs so dumb, itâs brilliant. â
â No! Itâs just dumb! â
â You dim-witted, brainless jackass! â
â Your one murder, with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me. â
â Wow! We got some big accusations flying around here. â
â You need evidence, and youâve got nothing. â
â Anywhere you go, itâs going to be your word against mine. How do you think thatâs gonna go? â
â Thereâs nothing I can do. Except maybe offer you some courage. â
â I hope your little bitch tantrum gave you closure âcause it accomplished nothing! â
â Youâre ruined. â
â Did you get the son of a bitch? â

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đșđ¶đđ» đ»đŻđ¶đčđ”đș đœđ¶đł. đ° .  (  sentence starters taken from / inspired by volume one  of  â soft thorns â by bridgett devoue . triggering themes may be implied .)
â you are the brave one .  â â you make me brave , & iâll forever be grateful for that . â â i was born with wide eyes & a fragile heart . â â i feel everything so deeply .  â â i am not yours .  â â you never asked if i wanted a guest .  â â this is why no one loves you .  â â beauty does not solve problems .  â â someone once told me they were scared of the truth in my eyes .  â â i donât remember love as a child .  â â a fantasy in real life is also known as a lie .  â â i was eager to prove i was good enough .  â â scars may fade , but they last forever .  â â i always scared everyone away .  â â i kept this dream hidden away .  â â i used to think love wasnât for me . that i wasnât worthy .  â â your love is like an exorcism .  â â youâre the one who reminded me i have a pulse .  â â there is an unspoken truth between us .  â â i crave you , even though i know you will destroy me .  â â youâre just standing there watching me burn , wearing that crooked smile of yours .  â â i know iâm not perfect , but i felt pretty damn close to it when i was in your arms .  â â in another lifetime , we have definitely done this before .  â â i never thought i would be a good mother .  â â i want to love you back together .  â â we have this divine bond between us . divine in the way that itâs certainly not from this lifetime .  â â my soul craves a love thatâs undeniably real .  â â i want to experience why weâre here on earth .  â â i want to tell you everything .  â â hell is watching something that was your everything slip away & not being able to do anything about it .  â â i can tell that when iâm with you , youâre with her .  â â why is it that everyone can see iâm suffering but you ?  â â letâs pretend like weâre friends .  â â itâs so painful to talk to you , because i just remember everything you turned out not to be .  â â i donât know how to fall asleep anymore .  â â are you pretending to forget me , too ?  â â i can still close my eyes & trace every curve & dip of your soul .  â â those who donât believe in ghosts have never had a broken heart .  â â god , youâre beautiful .  â â i know i should , but iâm not ready to give up your memory .  â â i never told you how much you hurt me .  â â i keep falling in love with souls that feel like yours .  â â being alone was never hard before i met you .  â â you must think iâm crazy for missing something i never even had .  â â iâm lonely , but i donât want company .  â â you walked away far too easily for me to believe it was ever really love .  â â you never loved me .  â â when youâve been fed lies for so long , you eventually lose your appetite for love .  â â i have nothing left to say to you .  â â youâll never know all the ways i died for you .  â â  âgoodbyeâ is easy . everything after that is the hard part .  â â even though you turned out to be a liar , within me grew a love that was the most pure & honest thing iâve ever known .  â â nothing was ever easy , but maybe thatâs the beauty of it .  â â i am everything that you are not .  â â love is a necessary tragedy .  â â there are people who donât want you to heal .  â â remember : you are not their prey .  â â you have more power than you know .  â â the most dangerous thing we can do is forget how to feel .  â â you will be safe in the right hands .  â â love makes us immortal in the hearts of others , but mortal in our fear that it could all be gone someday .  â â weâre only haunted by the things we refuse to accept .  â â we are not born broken .  â â time will either heal you or kill you .  â
âWhat does that mean?ââšâIt means youâve overstayed your welcome.â