a natural mystic.

WORRIED. 

‘ how did they find your weakness? ’

‘ don’t leave me, please. ’

‘ i still need you. ’

‘ that’s a lot of blood. ’

‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’

‘ here, let me help you. ’

‘ try not to move. ’

‘ no, no, no, no. ’

‘ it’s not supposed to end this way. ’ 

‘ this can’t be happening. ’

ANGRY. 

‘ i told you not to go in alone! ’

‘ you idiot. ’

‘ you were given very clear instructions not to go and do exactly what you did. ’

‘ damnit, stay here. ’

‘ you need to leave! ’

‘ i can handle this on my own. ’

‘ i don’t need your help! ’

‘ keep your fucking eyes open. ’

‘ we don’t have time for this. ’

‘ patch yourself up. ’

PLEASED. 

‘ ha! you’re going down that easily? ’

‘ i thought you’d have more fight in you. ’

‘ i can’t believe i actually landed that hit! ’

‘ don’t tell me you’re giving up already. ’

‘ i don’t often like to get my hands dirty… but seeing you like this makes it worth it. ’

‘ this is revenge. ’

‘ bleed for me. you owe me that. ’

‘ i’ve been waiting for years just to see you fall. ’

‘ finally. it’s MY turn to watch you ache. ’

‘ i would say this is the end of us, but this is just the end of you. ’

NON-VERBAL.

‘ PATCH. ‘  - [ my / your ] muse starts to heal / bandage [ mine / yours. ]

‘ RUN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse runs to [ mine / yours. ]

‘ STOP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse stops dead in their tracks. 

‘ DOWN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse falls to the ground. 

‘ ASLEEP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse sits with [ mine / yours ] while they rest.

‘ WAKE UP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse shakes [ mine / yours ] awake. 

‘ HAND. ’ - [ my / your ] muse clasps a hand over [ mine / yours ] to keep from screaming.

‘ KISS. ’ - [ my / your ] muse grabs [ mine / yours ] and kisses them. 

‘ DIG IN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse goes in for another hit / stab. 

WORRIED. 

‘ how did they find your weakness? ’

‘ don’t leave me, please. ’

‘ i still need you. ’

‘ that’s a lot of blood. ’

‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’

‘ here, let me help you. ’

‘ try not to move. ’

‘ no, no, no, no. ’

‘ it’s not supposed to end this way. ’ 

‘ this can’t be happening. ’

ANGRY. 

‘ i told you not to go in alone! ’

‘ you idiot. ’

‘ you were given very clear instructions not to go and do exactly what you did. ’

‘ damnit, stay here. ’

‘ you need to leave! ’

‘ i can handle this on my own. ’

‘ i don’t need your help! ’

‘ keep your fucking eyes open. ’

‘ we don’t have time for this. ’

‘ patch yourself up. ’

PLEASED. 

‘ ha! you’re going down that easily? ’

‘ i thought you’d have more fight in you. ’

‘ i can’t believe i actually landed that hit! ’

‘ don’t tell me you’re giving up already. ’

‘ i don’t often like to get my hands dirty… but seeing you like this makes it worth it. ’

‘ this is revenge. ’

‘ bleed for me. you owe me that. ’

‘ i’ve been waiting for years just to see you fall. ’

‘ finally. it’s MY turn to watch you ache. ’

‘ i would say this is the end of us, but this is just the end of you. ’

NON-VERBAL.

‘ PATCH. ‘  - [ my / your ] muse starts to heal / bandage [ mine / yours. ]

‘ RUN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse runs to [ mine / yours. ]

‘ STOP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse stops dead in their tracks. 

‘ DOWN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse falls to the ground. 

‘ ASLEEP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse sits with [ mine / yours ] while they rest.

‘ WAKE UP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse shakes [ mine / yours ] awake. 

‘ HAND. ’ - [ my / your ] muse clasps a hand over [ mine / yours ] to keep from screaming.

‘ KISS. ’ - [ my / your ] muse grabs [ mine / yours ] and kisses them. 

‘ DIG IN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse goes in for another hit / stab. 

THERE   IS   NO   SUCH   THING   AS      ‘      being   in   the   right   place   at   the   right   time.      ‘      everything   the   GODDESS   does   is   orchestrated,      every   tender   line   of   fate   malleable   and   well-loved   between   her   fingertips.      if   amora   EXISTS   in   a   space   or   time   it   is   because   she   has   deemed   it   so.      she   has   always   been   reluctant   to   make   a   quick   enemy   of   the   SORCEROR   SUPREME      -      human   parentage   aside,      he   wields   a   power   that   would   be   impressive   by   any   asgardian   standard      …      and   now   it   appears   he   owes   her   a   DEBT.

❝            i   will   indulge   you   in   ANY   MANNER   you   wish   to   show   your   gratitude,      darling.         ❞      dictation   is   pronounced   and   proud   but   dripping   in   suggestion.      amora   speaks   and   the   room   is   filled   with   LUSTS,      both   benign   and   overt,      but   she   is   well   aware   it   would   take   much   more   than   flowery   sentiments   to   cast   a   spell   upon   him.         ❝            you   would   have   been   an   embarrassment   to   us   ALL   had   you   been   taken   for   an   eternal   nap   in   the   nightmare   realm.         ❞

it   masks   a   more   basic   intent      ;      amora   sees   no   need   in   watching   him   die   so   she   CHOOSES   to   intervene.      there   was   no   consideration   towards   her   own   needs   in   that   moment   but   it   doesn’t   stop   her   from   PONDERANCE   now.

The sorcerer’s gaze is fraught with mistrust at the very notion the sorceress espouses, for though he isn’t one of her closest contemporaries, any practitioner of the mystic arts was wise to familiarize themselves with the Asgardian and her wiliness, lest they be guided down dark and winding roads that led them away from their goals and into the arms of deception and loss. Being the most powerful magical user of his dimension didn’t promise immunity even from the likes of her, for he was still a man in such a face, still only a mage and not some ancient warlock before her prowess. To be Sorcerer Supreme was a promise of the potential of such a mage, not a promise of invincibility and endless wisdom to be gained with such an appointment. 

“Then, if in this one moment and moment alone your generosity extends to truthfulness and fairness, any conciliation to be hand for your consideration, it will be made on equal and fair terms. I am no trophy nor harlequin that will be shaped to your amusement or deception,” the sorcerer began loftily, but not so rudely. He knew the Enchantress played in the divisions of chaos and capriciousness, a fact that tempered his dealings with her; even in his gratitude, he would guard his tongue and temper his words. 

“I can offer artifacts of decent power, tomes of knowledge, writs of ability and status. What I will not, however, is offer myself or anyone else I know as a blood payment to settle this debt. Nor anything that would compromise my position as Sorcerer Supreme,” the mage continued with a guarded modulation, gunmetal blues keen upon her flashing greens that promised mischief. 

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It somehow tastes how I felt when my cell phone was fully charged.

Oh, I’m so relaxed. 

_______, you’ll never believe it!

Dude, you don’t understand!

I never did stuff like that when I was on Earth. 

But now, thanks to your ‘good person’ lessons, I didn’t hold up the line. 

Now I do selfless things without even thinking about it.

That’s great. I’m… I’m proud of you.

Oh… can you go? I don’t want to go all the way back.

I ran all the way here and it was so hot.

I mean, I will happily get it, because I told you I would.

If all that matters is the sum total of ‘goodness,’ then you can justify any number of bad actions. 

I knew this girl/boy _______, (s)he was a black market alligator dealer with a pierced  jawbone.

Um… Okay, what?

Shockingly, that is a relevant example of the Utilitarian dilemma. Well done. 

I’m revved up to learn, man. My brain is horny!

Um… Can we take a little break?

Tell me what you think.

You haven’t seen Hamilton?

Hey, did you hear about _______?

It’s nothing, it’s a tiny little inconvenience. 

_______, dear, could you show us to a private room where no one could see or hear us, even if I yell very loudly out of fear?

I walked past it last night and I actually saw it get a little bit bigger. 

This is the reaction I have when things are incredibly mundane and expected. 

I’m going to leave now at my regular pace, as I do in most scenarios. 

Whip out that chalkboard, big boy, show me what you’re working with. 

I’m going to take a nap using the several blankets that I already have. Good night. 

Fine, I’m just tired. Need a break. No big deal.

‘Everything is cool, no big deal,’ I know that move. 

Okay, well, in this case, it really is no big deal.

Dude, you’re hiding something! What’s wrong?

Oh, no. I’m second to last.

Thank you, _______. It’s very competent. 

I grew tired of objective representation. I trust my audience. 

You want to know what’s wrong? You’re a full-time job.

So now I’m just some huge burden for you?

Yes! Of course, your are! I’m in paradise?

That’s your idea of paradise!

It’s an impossible position!

We can pretend to be soulmates in public, but other than that, we don’t have to see each other. 

Fine with me! I’ll move out right now.

Starting out now, no one must go outside under any circumstances. 

What have you done to me, you monster?

You are unbelievable. 

Are you still upset? You’re not over it yet?

How can I be over it? We haven’t discussed it or even spoken for days.

Get your story straight, bro!

Oh, it shouldn’t take long. Between an hour and 11 months. Somewhere in there. 

Your public failure is our public failure. 

I’m auctioning off a lunch date with me. 

We are obsessed with your relationship. 

You could say I wrote the book on healthy relationships. 

I started a company that invented identity theft.

They are gonna catch us! This is an extremely precarious situation, _______!

I think they might have come here to just swing.  

I am not going to have sex with someone to get them to stop talking to me!

Really? You and I are very different.

But if we go down right now, that’s on you!

Oh, you spend all your time teaching a charming, awesome lady/gent? How sad for you. 

I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.

Ya basic!

Yes, that’s what it is. A squabble. 

I like relaxing. (S)he likes to get on my case about the dishes. 

What on Earth would I be hiding?

Oh, that’s one of the side effects. 

‘It’s not a big deal,’ is nearly always code for ‘something is wrong.’

Be, like, the exactly right amount of honest so that we can both be happy. 

No wonder you’re so tense.

I know it’s not the right time, but I told you. 

You know what? I don’t want the money.

But I just don’t understand why I’m so low. 

You have nothing left to prove, to anyone. 

Every ounce of my happiness leads to a ton of pain for you.