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❛ Men would sooner put the realm to the torch than see a woman ascend the Iron Throne. ❜ (jaera to cregan)

his place as warden of the north had not been born from his own skill or birthright but the undermining of his sister. not by his own hand but he had struck a returning blow for her, the blood of his uncle staining his blade. and despite it all: he couldn’t raise his sister up, she was still to be trapped in the gilded cage known as the red keep. but he could support rhaenyra. the rightful heir to the throne, the first child to viserys targaryen, the realm’s delight. the true queen of the seven kingdoms. his father had bowed to support her all those years ago and he was a man of his fathers oath’s. the seven may have acknowledged ageon the second as the rightful heir to the realm but the new gods did not step foot in the north and the old gods only saw rhaenyra targaryen. “ the north will support your mothers claim to the throne. my father vowed under the old & the new gods to support her ascendance the iron throne and i will honor that oath. we will do our best to see that is does not come to flame. our armies are yours, your highness. ”

“ i only ask that should the southern armies that support the false king turn their sights to the north, you will fight for us too. the north is vast and wild but if i am to leave it near undefended, i need to know it is in safe hands. ” she was beautiful— what was it they had said about visenya targaryen? equally as comfortable in chainmail and silk. she might not have mirrored the classical targaryen visage but she held herself as one. he extended a hand, a careful distance between them, “ in the mean time, may i show you around winterfell? i’m sure your ride here was long and arduous. ”

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❛ You may do as you wish, when I am cold in my grave. ❜ (criston to vidya)

it isn’t a threat. it’s a promise. neither of them make idle threats, she knows what kind of man he is. she’s heard all the stories, his sullied white cloak and the blood that soaks his hands. the ratcatchers are happy to share what they’ve seen when paid right. harlem was generous with his guidance to the back tunnels and cheese provided her with every vile thing he’d heard. the only one who had their eyes open to the world around them was made mute by their family, her tongue all but cut from her mouth. they called her a fool and a simpleton, but she took the word of the soothsayer and found a harsh future from it. folk in asshai would gather for miles to hear a soothsayer speak, walk until their feet bled to hear even a word from their mouth. but they lock the princess away and ignore her words. ruin will befall the house of dragons.

sullen and dark eyes, staring up at him. the soothsayer talks about three strikes, the shadows turn three times. the castle that eats targaryen’s will be his downfall. his hands will be even bloodier by the time this is over. hers will have turned to ash before she returns to stygai. there is no end to this war, it continues even when it has been forgotten. it continues after it’s gone, it continues long after they’re all dead. her befalling will not come by his hands but it will come. her grave will be in foreign soil.

the shadows of westeros cling closer then her homeland, even under the longest nights. she is walking too close for even balerion to save her. her voice is a rasp, a gutted out laugh. he only sees tomorrow, she sees the end of men. one of the priestess once said: you will spend your life trying to save them from the dark and they will hate you for it. this will not be their long night. it is far too early. she steps a little closer, the ghost of her whisper dancing over his cheek, “ beware ser criston, it may come far sooner then you expect. ”

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haethcliffs

first kill sentence meme. episode 1 - 3.

sometimes when i first wake up, my heart is racing and my throat is dry.

even on good days, i still feel like i don’t fit in.

have you been out all night?

that isn’t your colour.

one day, i am going to kill him.

you are the prettiest peach i ever did see.

hey, lots of people like this face.

another migraine?

i hate parties.

far be it from me to stand in the way of quiet pining, but, you know, you could just talk to her.

i can’t shake the fear that as soon as i blink, you’ll disappear.

who wears pure silver?

please tell me the night terrors haven’t started.

you went through my bag?

we survive by our commitment to blending in.

every day that you refuse to embrace your nature, you are closer to the day where it controls you.

uh oh, what did you do this time?

is that what you plan to wear?

your first kill’s a big step. it changes you.

what if i don’t wanna change?

i think some people prefer to die young.

i don’t wanna hurt her.

have you started crying blood?

if you keep putting this off, it’s only going to get worse.

just remember: stay calm, be prepared, and always finish what you start.

spin the bottle? really?

sorry, i’m socially awkward.

it’s not easy to make friends when you know you’ll be in a new city in a few months.

why do you think they’re showing up now?

that’s their way of saying you can’t keep a good ghost down.

one day, i’m gonna be the greatest hunter who ever lived.

when hunting monsters, there are three rules: pay attention to everything, be prepared for anything, and always finish what you start.

they keep telling me my time is coming.

this is my life.you’re alive?

you used to be a better liar.

i got my first kill.

there’s a feeling you get when a monster’s breath eases up your nostrils.

most hunters just know a monster when they see one.

you’re the one they warned me about.

once an action is taken, you must live with the consequences.

you brought a summoner into the house?

do you have any idea what time it is?

at what point will you apologise for this shit show?

don’t steal shit.

do you think i didn’t see you?

i staked a vampire.

the worst monsters are the one who appear to be human.

you are spending too much time with the dead. it’s ruining your manners.

i hear you have a body.

show me the body - i’m not squeamish, promise.

i saw bodies like this when i just started - corpses ripped open, organs missing.

i had that nightmare again.

we don’t slaughter. we feed.

wait, back up - someone died?!

have you ever taken credit for something that you didn’t do because it was such a big deal to everyone and you didn’t want to disappoint?

did you guys kiss? did limbs entwine? your lives change for ever?

no one asked you to do that. i was handling it.

take that giant chip off your shoulder and just tell me exactly what happened.

might want to be more careful what you leave near your bodies.

compassion is not a weakness. it’s a gift. to be embraced.

i believe that the next time you take a life, you will show some restraint.

remind me to tell you my first kill story sometime.

do you see the vampire you staked?

want me to be gentle?

no, baby, i want you to make it hurt.

why’d you bite me?

why are your tears red?

i’m not a monster.

have you ever hooked up in a womens’ bathroom stall?

you know, you’re a shitty liar.

i thought monsters like you were supposed to be good at deceiving humans.

i guess i’m not very good at being a monster.

everybody has tells if you look hard enough, and i couldn’t keep my eyes off you.

i know you were planning on killing me.

i didn’t mean to bite you.

i can hear your heartbeat. it races when you lie.

what possessed you to take such a gruesome calling card?

when did we start keeping secrets from each other?

they’re very rare. hard to find. and even harder to kill.

each and every one of them must die.

a hunter is only as good as their gut.

i swear, when i bit you, i had no idea it would link us like this.

i shouldn’t feel anything for you, but you’re nothing like the monsters i grew up hating.

you’re too impressed with yourself - the worst thing a hunter can be.

that childish need for glory will get you killed.

where are my pills?!

why do i even have to do this ceremony?

do you really want to follow in their footsteps?

i look like i sleep in a coffin.

are you keeping your hands clean and your bodies well-buried?

i certainly hope he tastes better than he behaves.

make sure she doesn’t disappoint me.

you know death freaks me out.

your training sessions have been paying off.

it’s a dangerous assignment, even for the best of us, let alone for a first hunt.

i always found that part a bit kinky.

i know how hard it is to kill a monster that looks and feels human.

once those monsters come for you, your instincts kick in.

do you ever ask yourself, like, what if they’re not all monsters?

what if maybe we’re the monsters in their story?

killers don’t get a story.

wait, you want me to bite her?

i want you to drain her.

just because i’m not a killer, doesn’t mean i’m weak.

aw, you’ve got a crush. luckily it’ll pass.

i’m begging you, free your mind, stop wishing to be something you’ll never be, and appreciate what you are.

the truth is overrated.

pull yourself together before your thirst takes over and you kill whoever happens to be nearest.

we’ll figure out your first kill.

everything that happens to you is important to me.

if you hate them so much, then why did you come?

i know i ruined everything, but please call it off.

very soon, you are going to have to make your first kill, or you will get very sick.

i smell blood.

i got all the good genes.

uncrucify:

“the dinosaur is having one last roar at the meteor before it wipes him out. that’s the way i view it. he thinks he’s invincible & untouchable. i’ll let you in on a little secret: good on you for not selling, because the fbi is going to raid waystar royco first thing in the morning. watch it on the news & make sure carrington united is the first to release the story.”

“ are you looking to get on my christmas card list? because that is one hell of a gift. i mean, assuming it pans out... because you wouldn’t screw me right? we’re not our fathers, are we? carrington gets a head-start on that story & we profit from your daddy’s mistakes: i’ll consider leaving a seat on the board at carrington united in your stocking. i know how it feels like to be fucked over by your father. daddy has done nothing but try and lock me out of his dynasty, just like yours. but i think we deserve our own, don’t we? what could be more powerful then the carrington & roy heirs? ”

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“okay, let’s face it: i suck at the whole corporate flirt thing. i like to lube up & fuck. kim jong-un fucking wishes he was logan roy, though. look, i know connor… called you the equivalent of a whore & basically humiliated you in front of the whole waystar royco board, blah blah blah. that’s old news & this is new news! we can make new news today. that sounds fucking horrible, but you see my point. logan roy on his deathbed & you’re ignoring the best offer on the table for carrington united.”

“ oh romey, that’s so cute you think tabitha doesn’t talk about your bedroom habits. we both know that you and your little friend don’t work. the only lubing up & fucking that’s getting done is with me, my strap-on, & the ruins i’ll screw your company into. when your dictator goes belly up, your stock price will go down. and if carrington is part of that, then i’ve titantic-ed my legacy. all for someone who can’t even pop one up and his dead daddy who probably has a nightly jerk off session with putin. carrington isn’t selling roman, read my lips. we don’t need you. you need us. so unless your offer comes with the cushy coveted title of c-e-fucking-o, you’re more likely to finally finish with tabitha then i am to accept that deal. ”

#uncrucify #local short man neutered on live tv

some garbage local paper once called him the next wayne gretzky with a terrible photo that odelia took of him: blood gushing from a cut on his face, a crooked nose, & one of his eyes completely swollen shut. the photo gained 1) press across the country that complained about the dangers of encouraging youth into dangerous sports and how violent ice hockey was, and 2) a weird amount of people following the (supbar) twitch account that streamed the local hockey matches and ‘stanakins’.

unfortunately, or possibly, very fortunately, the only person he wanted to wear the crappy stanakin sweaters that got printed— it’s probably a good thing, is the girl in the beer stand (tasha, who once offered him a tooth).

said tooth, or rather— the replacement pre-molar, has most definitely become loose and the crack that was only filled in a month ago on his canine chipped sometime in the second period. and he should absolutely be doing more then just holding a bag of frozen peas on it. his dentist is going to eat him alive for it. but he’s increasingly determined to actually talk to tasha today (rather then simply stare at her like a raccoon caught in the headlights) and she’ll be out of here if he stops to talk to the team medic about the chunks of blood in his mouth.

and those chunks of blood, the partially frozen tongue, & general head-rush of adrenaline, it’s not going to be eloquent. just ask her to timmies. wait, who wants coffee this late at night? pizza? is there even a pizza near here? think anakin, think! “ hey.. tasha, right? is... is that tooth still on offer? ”

#anakin's cracked canine 🤝 my cracked canine = giving us sepsis #uncrucify

“ so, your father is really going for the ‘kim jong-un buy up all the media so no one can say anything bad about me’ approach isn’t he? but carrington united isn’t for sale. not to him, not to anyone. & i know he’s getting a little deaf in his old age— plus the stroke... but does he just not understand the words not for sale? ”

#uncrucify #miscellaneous roy sibling starter(tm)

“ it just makes me wonder— did he ever believe in me? or was it all bullshit? ” statistically speaking, a lung lobectomy done with vats through a minor incision is safer. it has a higher success rate. she has a better chance then victor bravenec at saving his life— he might be an oncologist but she’s a microsurgeon. (so that’s how she ended up here, sitting on the floor & complaining to jesse.) “ it was all, what? to prop up his ego? he trusts everyone elses life in my hands but his own. i’m good enough for them but never him. the first time i reattached a limb, he took me out for pancakes. he was so proud of me, jesse. he was so fucking proud. do you know how hard it is to reattach a limb? i’ve threaded back cervical vertebrae into place but he wouldn’t trust me to remove some lung. i mean, what the fuck? ”

#UC: JESSE PINKMAN.#W. GENESIS VOX.#uncrucify

uncrucify:

she couldn’t believe her ears. (scratch that— she didn’t want to believe what she was hearing.) eyes gaze through the airduct’s grate, watching the scene unfold before her vision: chancellor palpatine on the holo with general grievous, directly sourcing information to him, grievous referring to him as darth sidious. the name causes a gasp to escape from her mouth, right hand clasping over it as she begins retreating backwards; her attempt of hiding from sight. she surmises, after a few moments and once palpatine continues his conversation, she’s in the clear. frantically, her left hand digs in the pocket of her robe, pulling out her data-pad.

[to [email protected]]: palpatine is the sikh lord. [to [email protected]]: sith lord* oops sorry typing fast. [to [email protected]]: in the air ducts right now. he’s speaking to general grievous. he called him darth sidious. [to [email protected]]: that’s a stupid name.

she’s always disliked him. bad energy, she’d once said after some deranged news had come out about the senator. but allegedly into golden showers isn’t the same as being a sith lord. he’s across the room from ahsoka & he can feel his eyebrows raise, attempting to keep some kind of composure so she doesn’t spot it. the reply is quick, slightly frantic.

[[email protected]]: what [[email protected]]: elaborate?! [[email protected]]: wait no take a video send it to me so we have proof [[email protected]]: then we can go to the council with the video [[email protected]]: be careful. what’s he doing?

#uncrucify #UC: TASHA.#W. ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

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berleezymoved

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚂: 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. feel free to change pronouns/tenses/anything to suit scenarios, etc.

oh, this is going to be easy.

move to the right so i can get a clear shot at them.

get out of here! there’s nothing more you can do!

no loose wire jokes.

kill him— kill him now!

i sense great fear in you. you have hate, you have anger, but you don’t use them.

his fate will be the same as ours.

easy… we’re in a bit of a situation.

we’re smarter than this!

this is where the fun begins!

hold on, you’re going to get us both killed!

oh, i have a bad feeling about this.

get help. you’re no match for him.

this time, we’ll do it together.

you won’t get away this time.

i’ve been looking forward to this.

drop your weapons. i said drop them!

that wasn’t much of a rescue.

not to worry— we’re still flying half a ship.

another happy landing.

how long is it going to take us to be honest with each other?

the fear of loss is a path to the dark side.

don’t do this. don’t shut me out. let me help you.

all who gain power are fair to lose it.

he could actually… save people from death?

is it possible to learn this power?

i want more, and i know i shouldn’t.

i found a way to save you.

i won’t lose you.

what brings you to our remote sanctuary?

i sense a plot to destroy the jedi.

you know the dark side?

i sense a great deal of confusion in you.

are you threatening me?

you’re fulfilling your destiny.

i pledge myself to your teachings.

their betrayal will be dealt with.

do what must be done. show no mercy.

have faith, my love.

the attempt on my life has left me scarred.

so this is how liberty dies… with thunderous applause.

my lady, let me come with you.

all i want is your love.

you’re a good person, don’t do this.

i won’t lose you the way i lost my mother.

and together, you and i can rule the galaxy.

you’ve changed. i don’t know you anymore.

don’t you turn against me.

you’re going down a path i can’t follow.

you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.

if you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy!

i will do what i must.

you underestimate my power!

you were my brother. i loved you!

i hate you!

it seems, in your anger, you killed her.

#open mouth kissing u and me

uncrucify:

his impatience grows with every day— things are getting worse. their time is growing closer to a cease, they haven’t gotten anywhere close to finding a cure for him eating away at her brain. as the days grow of their parasitic relationship, so does vincent’s impatience. it’s only a matter of time before he slips— takes control of their narrative and finishes writing their story. (his solution: a bullet to the brain.) he doesn’t want her body, no matter how grateful he should be for it. (a soul who doesn’t want to die versus a ghost who is unable to die.) if she doesn’t squeeze the trigger, his finger will inevitably do it. (he questions if she wonders about it— how with a singular pill, he could end their entire existence as a whole. he does.) conscious to conscious— he scoffs, eyes rolling as digitized arms cross over his chest. he perches himself on the edge of her dresser. (he still manages to crane their neck towards the full-length mirror, stealing a peek at the attire.) “i don’t care about this. it’s not me you’re fucking. you look fine.” she looks good— anyone with half a brain could see that. judy was one of the sole people in night city who had their entire brain. she’d be happy and her pussy would be wet. a win-win for the both of them.

“ i care. i actually like her, vincent. i don’t just want a quick fuck, i want to impress her. ” perhaps he knows. he knows that she’s already given up. he must, they are after all— a singular entity. wherever vanya begins & vincent ends no longer matters. there is no saving him/this/her. she’d give up her body to him before living at the hands of the corpos. submit to the arasaka empire & save your soul! hellman was a dead end, hanako demands her soul. rogue has nothing to save her. there is the easy way out or him. her options are gone. she opened herself up to violence & judgement the second the relic was slotted into her. so she’ll keep playing the cool girl façade until she’s fucking dead again. she doesn’t win this, she was never going to win. no one truly wins in night city. she wanted a long life, he probably did too. he wanted death, not faux-immortality. not to suffer at her unwilling hands/is she to mourn him? mourn someone who isn’t dead that she has entrapped? who has she intertwined up with her madness— forever bound in some dumbo-blonde bimbo who is willing to destroy herself for a second more of adrenaline. (you can’t cope like you want. you can’t scream or cry, you can’t beat the walls until you bleed. he’s watching. always watching. your own personal voyeur.) “ fucking forgive me for valuing your opinion. i can go back to ignoring you if you prefer. you can go back to being the little piece of static in the corner of my eye. ”

#UC: VINCENT.#W. VANYA KALICHAVA.

“ y’know, if you’re going to rattle around in my brain like a loose rock in a shoe— the least you can do is help. ” her neck makes a disgusting click, fingers pressing into the deep knots entwined in her/their neck. there is a distant memory of a biology class, talking about parasites & hosts, about how hookworms embed themselves into meat of the stomach. an endoparasite, he lives inside of her— rotting away & eating at her like a honey fungus does to a tree. everything filters through it, every thought & emotion— every damn thing she has ever seen or felt, it belongs to him as much as her. & her nightmares wake with him, reflections of what was done & who he was. vincent doyle, dearly belothed brain parasite that is killing her. “ do you think i look good? i want to impress her. i mean, is the lace too much? should i go for silk instead? fuck! i don’t know what she likes. everyone likes lace right? you should be so fucking grateful if we can’t find a way to get you out, you get to start rocking this fucking body. you feel so depressing sometimes, and it ruins my vibe. if you end up in here— you better be happy to look this good. ”

#parasite host bonding

in the aftermath of the bomb, pyrocumulus clouds had devoured the land. those who couldn’t run far enough felt the heat devour & eat them from the outside, stripped away flesh from the bone & slathered them in radiation that would rot them if the fire didn’t kill them first. detroit was ruined, they’d say. but a ruination is better then nothing at all.

“ north, ” what is nines without north? an incomplete sum, a missing part of a whole. [and you deceived yourself, called anja the other half of your greek form. but now her molars & three erupted wisdom teeth rattle in your pocket. you’d considered connor your other half once. but he tried to deny their right to detroit & betrayed you. anja is dead & connor will join him soon. there is no other half to you.] their city thrives while the world succumbs to the decay of time. night city, the perfect inspiration for the fate of detroit. but unlike silverhand, they succeeded in destroying their oppressors, “ what do you think should be done with him? quiet & out of the way? — or poetic? in front of a crowd to remind them that justice built this city? ”

#uncrucify #W. RK900.#UC: NORTH.

juicywritinghoard

prompts to shake things up

I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear

I'm going to take over the world and no one can stop me not even y- okay well if you ask nicely I guess

you say childish like it's a bad thing but I see you eyeing that life size Pokémon plush don't kid yourself

be honest are you crying about the commercial with the kitten in it

this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,

soooo *twirling hair and fluttering eyelashes* why does everyone think you're a freak

I know I'm your doctor and the horns growing in overnight was kind of a surprise but why do you want them removed those are sick as hell

babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring

okay so if you want me to rescue you from up there you have to try to come with me--okay I guess I'm picking you up

I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh

every time you taste my cooking you just say it's amazing does it need more salt or not I swan to John

oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind,

you frost cookies like you're neither left or right handed but a third other hand that you don't actually possess and I can't stand it (affectionate)

I don't think you understand how much your good morning texts legitimately keep me from rotting in bed all day

you must be pretty down if me juggling your oranges doesn't even get a laugh out of you :( should I light them on fire?

no I see the super powers yeah I just, I'm not sure you got them from your medication, yeah, and would you say that's a negative side effect or

you bought me a SWORD? OH MAN IM GONNA BE SO DANGEROUS

ooh what's this potion do? coffee? that's a funny name. what happens if I press this button? humans are so fascinating this is the best I hope I never go home

you've been blinking SOS in Morse code at me for ten minutes honey this award ceremony is supposed to be honoring you

when we kiss I feel like I'm floating, like literally gravity stopped working on me please don't let go?? also another kiss wouldn't hurt just saying

so it was YOU who took a full bite out of that stick of butter!! please. please. why??

let's go on vacation somewhere cheesy and act like we're a couple wouldn't that be sooooo funny haha

okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them

I'm a spy. i can do unspeakable crimes under the morally bankrupt cover of night but I'm not sure I can pretend to look at real estate as a couple with you

my love is your arm stuck in the claw machine. you were going to steal that prize for me?? oh my gosh. let me rescue you and also show you how to actually do this

#no memes only this one

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it isn’t the first time. it probably won’t be the last. not everyone in this forsaken city keeps their translators on & it’s been a few months since someone yelled at her for speaking a neo-sov language; second red scare bullshit. she’s been wearing different faces since she arrived here, all layered up for other people to try & give some illusion of another woman. not the daughter the neo-sov, someone they could actually swallow. but it never works, her façade can be seen through when her words catch & letters roll too hard. & then her lingual flirting stops working. she ends up back in the same place. this time, it isn’t left over noodles that are chucked her way— it’s fucking spit. someone fucking spat on her.

“ გააჯვი! [translating... fuck off, literally shit off.] ” they don’t stop, it isn’t enough effort to start something over— especially since she’s got an arrest warrant out for arson. night city demands her insecurities, demands her displacement as someone of out this country. atlanta fucking georgia. she’s baby fucking yaga to them. she’s wiping it off with the back of her hand, smeared on her gaudy purple coat, when he speaks:

“if you get spat on, that’s just your big city baptism.” [ @uncrucify ]

she’s going to kill him. she’s going to neuter him like a little dog and leave him to rot in his own fucking misery. fuck what jackie would want. fuck whatever comfort-kindness-bullshit she’s been trying to do. i’m going to spit on you. sometimes he feels like her enemy. purposefully pushing her buttons & sometimes, she lets it happen. he’s mourning even more then she is— or at least, he better be. (on her worse nights, she blames him for jackie’s death. should have been him. that’s the only thing she holds back from saying.)

“ shut the fuck up გოიმი. [translating... loser.] you sound like a catholic. ”

#W. VANYA KALICHAVA.#UC: VINCENT.#boy she hates his ass

you were raised with strict intentions. I am the LORD thy God, who brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before Me. you stand in the land of fake gods and false idols. I saw when the Lamb opened the First Seal, and I heard as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts say, come and see… and I saw, and behold it was a white horse… and Hell followed with him. God will not let you take me. what would caesar have done to brutus had he lived? I don’t care, I don’t fucking care, is all she can think. I was a wife, I was someone. you know how this ends.

#CH: ELIZABETH LAMB.

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