pobre secretaria.

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

Katharine Isabelle - Firestarter (X)

I'm sorry I'm the one you love No one will ever love me like you again So when you leave me, I should die I deserve it, don't I?

I can feel it gettin' near Like flashlights comin' down the way One day you'll figure me out I'll meet judgment by the hounds

or just myself.

kiss kiss kiss kiss (rins daily mission to make me cry: check) "What if they kissed?" --- @vanbredevoort

It felt like an eternity had passed, though it might have only been minutes. The guards behind her exchanged perplexed glances, but none dared question their queen. Francesca grappled with uncertainty, unsure if she possessed the strength to face the reality that lay ahead. A week had passed since her man began the search, his exhaustion evident, yet she couldn't rest until their duty was fulfilled. Leaving this desolate place without finding her was inconceivable.

Guilt gnawed at her insides as she stepped over lifeless bodies. So much elven blood stained the soil of Thanded. The city would never be the same, and her people would forever view her with different eyes. Empty and dead gazes of younglings, who hadn't even reached their first century, haunted her. She, the one who issued the order, sent them to their deaths. The notion that it was done for the greater good now seemed a hollow justification. The weight of guilt would forever haunt her, but what lay behind the door was an even heavier burden. As she gathered her thoughts and took a deep breath, she entered the room.

Enid didn't look up, her eyes fixed on the cold stone floor. "Out. All of you. Leave us alone."

Her voice was colder than usual, each word freezing the blood of the soldiers. Francesca gestured toward the door, instructing Ida to leave. Even with a quick bow, Ida exited as ordered.

There she was—her little hummingbird—lying on a stone bed, hair framing her delicate form, eyes closed, and the illusion concealing her disfigured face now gone along with her innocent soul. Francesca could see the wound above her heart, the very dagger she had given her lying next to her. The very same dagger she gifted to her that night. She hadn't only sent warriors to their doom; she had sent a girl she knew would chose death to protect him. The hatred which lingered within Francesca for Vilgefortz made the walls around her shiver as she lost control of her her powers for a second. After centuries, the hardened shell of Francesca's demeanor finally shattered, and tears flowed down her marble skin like crystals gleaming in the sunlight.

"You darn fool. I gave you wings. Why did you refuse to fly?"

Francesca stepped closer, her fingers gently caressing Lydias. She hoped for any reaction—an acknowledgment, a rejection, anger—yet nothing came. Lydia was gone, and it was her fault. Her eyes reddened, her cheeks swelled, and she couldn't stop weeping. A bloodcurdling scream escaped her lips, the grounds beneath them shaking even more and she just could no longer hold onto the strength which long was already gone. The queen of daisies not only reached her point of breaking, she went far beyond it and from this day on stories would tell that she never was the same again. Almost an hour passed and only then she could calm herself but still, she clutched onto the cold hand, hopeing she would get any reaction, crying bitterly, feeling as though an eternity had passed.

"You shall never kneel for anyone, Lady Findabair."

A strained laughter escaped her lips as she recalled Lydia's words. It was as if she were scolded by the departed girl. Francesca quickly straightened herself, her fingers dancing in the air as she summoned a protective illusion. She couldn't bear seing the other exposed without it, did she know how uncomfortable it made the girl when someone knew that it was mere a spell, and this time, Francesca made sure for it to stay forever.

As her gaze lowered, a smile graced her lips at the sight of the white dress she had gifted Lydia. Magic flowed from Francesca, restoring the girl's purity. The gaping wound disappeared, blood stains vanished, and signs of battle were wiped away. Even her hair and necklace returned to their preferred state. Francesca took the dagger and, between put it between her hands, placing it above her chest, however gold and silver was melting, the diamonds it graced were gleaming while forming it beautiful petal of all colours the spring could offer, no more sorrow shall follow the young lady, the dagger was turned into a weapon of kindness, and only seconds later, with the last spell Francesca casted, there it was, adorning her head with a crown of daisies.

As the door opened behind them, the guards offered to bury Lydia with the others in the big whole outside. If not for her tear-reddened eyes, Francesca might have killed them with a glare alone but she could not show her weakness to any of them or this all was meaningless. She knew it would slow them down, but she shook her head, wiping away her tears.

"No. I will not throw this girl away like everyone else did in her life. We will bury her among us. She shall rest upon the hill and bloom with the daisies in spring. We will bring her home."