silvertonguc

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quotes taken from random sources or tiktok. i claim no ownership whatsoever.

❛   i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one.  ❜  

❛   if i could make a deal with god, and i’d get him to swap our places.  ❜  

❛  no one heard our screams for a long time.  ❜  

❛   i know so many last words. but i’ll never know hers.  ❜  

❛   there is a home for every departed thing.  ❜  

❛   it reminded me that i will never truly know you.  ❜  

❛   i also buried a part of myself alongside them.  ❜  

❛   after you died i could no longer hold a funeral. so my life became the funeral.  ❜  

❛   you don’t have to be awake to cry.  ❜  

❛   forgive me, for all the things i did. but mostly the things i didn’t do.  ❜  

❛   the human eye is the loneliest creation of all.  ❜  

❛   fairness is for happy people.  ❜  

❛   the things we lost will always be heavier than the things that stayed.  ❜  

❛   perhaps it is the greater grief, to remain on the earth when another is gone.  ❜  

❛   you stain the pages with yourself.  ❜  

❛   tears will not wash away the sorrow.  ❜  

❛   beautiful things grow a certain height and then they fall and fade off.  ❜  

❛    who in all these centuries has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?  ❜  

❛   i have scars on my hands from touching certain people  ❜  

❛   despite everything, i believe that people are really good at heart.  ❜  

❛   you tried to change, didn’t you?  ❜

❛   you can’t make homes out of people. someone should have taught you that.  ❜  

❛   i hid my deepest feelings so well, i forgot where i placed them.  ❜  

❛   we have no scar to show for happiness. we learn so little from peace.  ❜  

❛   i didn’t leave because i stopped loving you. i left because the longer i stayed, the less i loved myself.  ❜  

❛   at every moment in our life, we have one foot in a fairytale & the other in the abyss.  ❜  

❛   there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.  ❜  

❛   it’s strange, i felt less lonely when i didn’t know you.  ❜  

❛   things change, friends leave. life doesn’t stop for anybody.  ❜  

❛   it takes a lifetime to die, and no time at all.  ❜  

❛   i am deathly afraid of almosts. of coming close to what i want and then falling just a little short.  ❜  

❛   i felt your absence.  ❜  

❛   what do we do now, now that we are happy?  ❜  

❛    you honestly thought anybody would love you? purely and truly love you?  ❜  

❛   don’t stop looking. he deserves to know someone saw his end, that someone noticed him.  ❜  

❛    i can bear my pain so long as it has meaning.  ❜  

❛   i dont have a single friend - not one.  ❜  

❛   i’ve had more than enough pain in my life, what’s a little more going to do?  ❜  

❛    it would have been you if i met you first.  ❜  

❛    i really thought he was going to be my forever.  ❜  

❛    maybe in the next life it would work.  ❜  

❛   in spite of everything, you’re still you.  ❜  

❛   the dead have it easy.  ❜  

❛   there’s an ocean of silence between us, and I’m drowning.    ❜  

❛   there have been countless times in my life when i thought i’d be better off dead.  ❜  

❛   what on earth… have i become?  ❜  

❛   don’t look at me! i don’t … i don’t want you seeing me like this.  ❜  

❛   i wish i could’ve been like you.  ❜  

❛   your fate was sweeping you away, like a flood.  ❜  

❛   the future should know the mistakes we made.  ❜  

❛   of course you have. you feel guilt. you want redemption.  ❜  

❛   i’m here because you can’t accept what you’ve done. it broke you.  ❜  

❛   even now, after all you’ve done, you can still go home.  lucky you . ❜  

❛   you’re all that’s left, and we can’t live this lie forever.  ❜  

❛    prometheus gave us light, and warmth, and eternal damnation.  ❜  

❛   take a gamble that love exists, and do a loving act.  ❜  

❛    i know i ruined your life. i suffer for it every day.  ❜  

❛   don’t let yourself get killed for… for pride. i’ve seen it kill too many folk.  ❜  

❛    you and me, we ain’t decent… but those folk… they were.  ❜  

❛   we’re more ghosts than people.  ❜  

❛   despite my best efforts to the contrary… it turns out i’ve won.  ❜  

❛   i gave you all i had … i did.  ❜  

❛   this whole time, I’ve blamed myself for that decision.  ❜  

❛   do you think even the worst person can change…? That everybody can be a good person, if they just try? ❜  

❛   i don’t want to break their hearts all over again. it’s better if they never see me.  ❜  

❛   please leave me alone. i can’t come back. i just … can’t, okay?  ❜  

❛   no matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing, you refused to hurt anyone. ❜  

❛    people like you don’t ever want to be happy.  ❜  

"Your father tells me you're very interested in the North. That you want to someday be an explorer like him." she began. "I'm an explorer too. That's actually how we met, you know. I was there studying the northern lights, and your father was looking for meteorites."

That was the official story, anyway. They did go, of course, but it wasn't some "chance meeting" like Marisa and Asriel were portraying it as. They intentionally met up at the same spot, with twelve years of history already between them. And thankfully with their positions and their wealth, it allowed both of them to study whatever they liked.

"lyra..." pan warned, inaudibly, his thoughts flowing through her mind as seamlessly as ever. she knew, of course, that they could not trust a woman who had managed to manipulate her father (for there was simply no chance the king would fall into a situation so suddenly.) marisa was playing a game. undeniably. perhaps, though, she could play one better.

"You didn't do anything, not that I know of anyway." Asriel chuckled. "As suspicious as that sounds, I'll let the matter drop. No, I simply want to tell you something, Lyra. Something important."

By now, as Asriel led Lyra into their lounge, Marisa was finished getting ready after their little excursion. As such, she went downstairs to the lounge where Asriel asked her to meet them, though she waited outside until Asriel would call for her.

"Now, Lyra." Asriel began, serious now despite his earlier, relaxed tone. The regal snow leopard watched Pantalaimon with soft eyes, as soft as the small smile that remained on Asriel's face as he spoke to their daughter. "On my recent journey, I met someone. Someone extraordinary. She's intelligent, she's beautiful, and she's very excited to meet you, Lyra. I intend to court her, to see if she will be a suitable match for me. But I must admit, I already feel very strongly about her. So I want you to give her a chance, alright? Have an open mind." he told her. Eager, perhaps too eager, Asriel called out to Marisa before Lyra responded. "Marisa?"

The woman walked in, her movements as graceful and delicate as the golden monkey's that walked by her side. He wanted nothing more than to leap into Stelmaria's embrace, longing to be against her plush fur again, but he kept himself in check. Marisa focused on Lyra, smiling gently at her. There was a bit of hesitation, but only a bit, and she did a good job of hiding it. She would certainly talk to Asriel later about this; The girl was covered in grass stains and her hair was a mess, but despite it all... this was her daughter. Seeing her for the first time, Marisa felt her heart begin to melt.

"Lyra, this is Duchess Marisa Coulter. Marisa, this is my daughter, Lyra." Asriel introduced.

Marisa fought back the urge to cry. She remained composed, and her expression was gentle as she gazed at Lyra. The golden monkey looked over at Pantalaimon, tempted to reach out, but again refraining.

     "oh ..." came eventual reply, careful and more thoughtful than was typical. "nevermind." thankfully, her father appeared distracted and, if lyra read him correctly, in an unusually cheerful mood.

     gradually, as they walked, curiosity grew to profound levels. once entering their lounge, intense orbs bored into ice blue, as though attempting to decipher what might be communicated before the words could form. pantalaimon, in ermine form, gravitated towards stelmaria, white neck extending towards larger, spotted form while small ears twitched.

     despite remaining lost for guesses, lyra hoped her father would share information from travels she longed to one day join... the type of information the child might develop adventurous games from, or might dream about that night. certainly, she could not have anticipated the man to reveal he was courting, much less a woman so recently met. 

     "what?" words barely sounded before the 'extraordinary', 'intelligent' woman her father had only just met was summoned into the lounge, a most unsettling, unique daemon stalking beside her.

     while the two of them were introduced, windswept, untidy youth fixed the duchess with a half-smile, half-sneer... subtle. lyra believed herself capable of expressing automatic dislike without the trouble initially suspected catching up to her after all. 

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

Marisa was nervous, not fully understanding why. She knew what the plan was, what it had always been, but now that it was actually happening, it was like she had swallowed a rock. She thought about Asriel's letters, about how wonderful and clever their daughter was. They made her heart soar. She was nervous, but also excited to meet her for the first time.

She met with Asriel first, and they went over what they would say. They were both so happy to be in each others' company again, rather than just letters and brief meetings every few months. They could really be together now, and they were both thrilled. After a while of being together, enjoying each other's company, talking, laughing, exploring each others' bodies again, Stelmaria and the golden monkey fiercely intertwined, eventually Marisa told Asriel they should really go and see Lyra. She was eager to meet her, despite how nervous she was. So the two of them got dressed again, Marisa working on her pristine appearance, and Asriel went downstairs to first tell Lyra of her.

     hearing a summoning call from her father, which left little room for any arguments, the young princess rolled ebony eyes so only the kitchen boy could see before half-walking and half-running in the direction of the king. 

     “i won’t be long,” determined princess shouted back over one shoulder, stubbornly deciding whatever her father wished to speak with her about would not ruin her fun.

     half-heartedly swiping at a grass-stain marring clothes likely deemed far too fancy to be playing in, lyra focused attention on her father once more and sighed, hoping that the sooner they had spoken, the sooner she could return to adventure and excitement.