#whalebxnes

six word story sentence starters pt 1

“It hurts, certainly - but I wouldn’t call it the deepest,” The elf mused, brows drawing together in thought, expression twisting. “The thing about false hope is, the sting of it fades. Unanswered prayers, eventually, those--those go away too. But the idea that his you could have done something, anything -- but didn’t? That will stay with you forever.”

{send me ‘playlist’ and i’ll give you a few songs that remind me of your muse}

Snake Eyes - Mumford & Sons

Foreigner’s God - Hozier

{meme}

20. My muse grabs your muse’s wrists.

The heavy sound of templar boots echoes around the corner, and Merryn knows they have only a few moments before the Knight-Commander’s lackeys round the corner and apprehend them both--Merryn could vanish onto the rooftops with ease, but Levi... she’s too important to risk leaving behind, so they do the only thing they can think of.

Levi’s wrists are soft under their own callused fingers (perks of being a mage, perhaps?), and Merryn would be grinning as they pin her to the wall of the alley if it weren’t for the sound of an authoritative voice ordering a search of the immediate area. Instead, they offer a brush of nose along cheek that’s meant to be comforting before their lips stop just short of her ear.

“Travelling to Rivain, Inquisitor?” 

Dark eyes darted from side to side, and in his mind, he cursed himself for not looking on the floor and watching his step. Damn that branch he stepped on, and damn the City Watch Officer for being so sharp. And most of all, damn himself, for not paying enough attention. He could have gotten himself killed.

Corvo heard footsteps, a person was running towards him. For a moment, he feared that they found him, but his fears were proved to be wrong, when a woman slipped right into where he was hiding, almost hitting him with her elbow.

“Damn! Lost her!” -”Well, next time you should get your face out of your ass, we can’t let citizens run around after curfew.”