𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ,

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller featured in “A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953″ Florence and the Machine, from “Free” Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Ich bete wieder, du Erlauchter”, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God Arthur Rimbaud, from “Eternity” Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena

change pronouns and adjust as needed.

you will be so much more than that.

demons have always haunted our world.

that duty falls to you.

that victory is within your reach.

that's not even a real number.

there's no water in these.

how can you be late?

i didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!

why do they always interrupt our snacking?

they will face my wrath!

now you gotta die.

ugh, you came at a bad time.

you just crossed the line.

i understand you are weak.

and you dare to mock me with it?

i'm not here to mock you.

i'm here to help you.

it's time for a new strategy.

what makes you think that could work?

you've never done a single thing that didn't serve yourself.

that was weird.

we already have plans.

i can't wait to eat kimbap and stare at the ceiling.

sounds super boring. i'm so down.

we literally just sat down.

i can handle this. i'm not having a nervous breakdown.

you always say no.

you sound exactly like her.

no. we gotta hide and fix it.

earthy and herby. smells legit to me.

hurry, before someone sees us.

in order to heal a part, we must understand the whole.

you have a lot of walls up.

watch yourself.

they're not even that cute.

i'm gonna throw up.

no, it's too public.

don't eat that!

let's go kill these guys.

hard to say goodbye when we're having fun.

make it stop.

wow. did you really follow us here?

we're not here to fight.

whoa! mind the face.

surprisingly, your plan is working.

it's a lot more serious than i thought.

is that bird wearing a tiny hat?

wow, i wasn't expecting a hug, but ...

i thought the mannequin was gonna be a fun icebreaker. but i see i was wrong.

hey! i just wanna talk.

but first, i wanna talk about those pants.

you were supposed to be dead.

i could've told your friends what you are.

that's none of your business.

i know what it feels like to have them.

is that what you think?

you're not good enough for them.

you know you can tell me. i'll understand.

i'm nothing like you.

denial. i get it.

i'll be here when you're done pretending.

there won't be a next time.

are you a prisoner too?

thanks for having my back.

we keep meeting like this.

i didn't think you liked sharing.

should i tell them?

i'm gonna tell them. eventually.

are you whispering?

your secret's safe with me.

i'm helping myself.

i'm pretty good at reading people. actually, i'm kind of an expert at it.

i just can't shake this feeling that you're keeping something from me.

i'm not keeping anything rom you.

sorry, i sound nuts.

yeah. eternal suffering. sounds fun.

you made me come all the way out here so you could jumpscare me?

i'm glad you'er finally ready to talk.

you could've picked somewhere nicer for a date.

you're so old.

this is strictly a business meeting.

i am a mistake. have been since the moment i was born.

excuse me? i'm everyone's type.

i see why you're single.

see? we'd never work.

go find yourself a better boy.

this one's hopeless.

that's the funny thing about hope. nobody else gets to decide if you feel it. that choice belongs to you.

for what it's worth, i don't think you're a mistake.

i just want you to know i'm here for literally anything you need.

seriously, what is your problem?

not everything is about your insecurities, [name]!

what's with the long faces?

you killed your family.

don't forget about our deal, [name].

i'm kind of a difficult person.

something's wrong.

i knew it was too good to be true.

don't leave!

say you didn't do this. how could you do this?

it was all a lie.

it was real! what we had was real. i know it was.

i just needed you to trust me. that's all.

that's right, i lied to you.

i thought i could fix it all.

thi sis what i am.

why can't you look at me?

why couldn't you love me?

you come here like this?

you can't even fix yourself.

i'm sorry for everything.

i wanted to set you free.

you gave me my soul back.

this feels amazing.

see what you've been missing?

i'm so happy you didn't, like, die.

wow, [name], way to be super literal.

with the idea that he had actually forgotten seeming less & less likely by the moment, that left only one option: he did not like the answer he believed that he was likely to receive.

“ that, your grace, tends to happen when one does not rest enough. ” it was the closest she was comfortable getting to an admonishment, even behind closed doors. it was barely a tease with the lack of humor in her tone. the only thing that gave it away was the slight upturn to her lips, head tilted just so in his direction. attendants could not mock their charges, certainly not under the roof of the undying, but they had found a facsimile of the act.

his initial statement had been enough for her to glean some semblance of his hypothetical question. she moved her hand from his, her thoughts like a sudden splash of cold water, reminding her of reality, of her station. “ no matter what you might have been reflecting upon, were you not who you are, we likely would not be standing here. ” after all, their organization was unheard of, their teachings silent. she had been trained to move in the shadows, unseen. “ you would not know of me. ”

jote  ,  his  bodyguard  and  trusted  companion  ,  nothing  more  ,  always  reminds  him  of  the  present  that  shackles  him  to  a  fate  however  doomed  so  long  as  he  breathes  .  a  certain  hopelessness  often  becomes  him  ,  a  battle  between  the  yearning  for  something  more  and  the  acceptance  that  this  is  the  life  they've  been  dealt  .  it's  a  war  in  his  mind  ,  logic  versus  feeling  ,  knowledge  versus  soul  .  he  can  never  seem  to  choose  ,  always  standing  somewhere  between  the  tides  and  the  sand  as  the  waves  threaten  to  swallow  him  whole  ,  but  never  quite  reach  .  a  shaky  sigh  passes  through  stinging  lips  ,  chapped  from  the  dry  chill  of  the  weather  .

❛   you're  right  .   ❜   there's  defeat  in  his  tone  ,  and  he  touches  his  fingers  to  his  chest  ,  eyes  glancing  toward  the  darkness  of  the  sky  that  casts  its  shadows  upon  them  .   ❛  forgive  me   .   .   .   i  know  you  know  that  i  am  not  usually  so  ill  -  spoken  .  ❜   and  he  would  be  concerned  if  he  did  not  know  that  his  words  stemmed  from  a  place  of  emotion  rather  than  physical  hurt  .  still  ,  the  pain  never  ceases  .  it's  become  a  part  of  him  ,  a  fated  friend  ,  a  presence  that  keeps  his  loneliness  from  ruining  him  completely  .