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@noatherics

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threats  are  the  dullest  of  blades  to  martin.  each  syllable,  each  note,  no  more  unique  than  the  last.  some  were  clever——some  were  foolish  but  he  sees  more  than  such  things.  in  the  grand  symphony  of  countless  universes,  he  sees  them  as  a  single  note.  what  could  once  dazzle  &.  amaze  does  nothing  for  him.  the  faintest  hint  of  hunger  taunts  his  sense  of  interest,  but  it  doesn't  rise.  only  the  dull  ...  empty  feeling  lingers  in  its  stead.  what's  a  monster  to  a  beast?  what's  living  another  day  to  dying  tomorrow?  striking  her  down  now  ...  that's  the  best  pity  he'll  be  able  to  provide.

he  peers  at  her  with  features  slack  in  contemplation.  dispatching  her  before  returning  to  fillory——to  his  rightful  kingdom——that's  the  right  choice.  it's  logical.  it's  reasonable.  turning  this  pitiful  rock  to  a  sea  of  molten  ash  and  dust  would've  been  no  small  part  compassion.  boring  on  the  surface, yet  monsters  lurk,  yet  monsters hide.  rather  strange  ...  so  much  more  different  than  other  worlds.  at  first,  it  intrigues  him.  beast  that  don  the  skin  of  mere  man  but  they're  far  too  human.  far  too  full  of  love,  compassion,  and  hate  to  even  be  compared  to  a  real  monster  ...  a  real  beast.  he  sees  it.  he  smells  it.  vulnerability  clad  it  biting  words.  wit  in  place  of  sincerity.

hands  fold  themselves  behind  his  back  after  straightening  fitted  suit.  he  steps  closer——his  gait  light  yet  empty.  it's  a  dance.  a  two  step  meant  for  one  that  brings  him  closer,  closer  to  her.  steps  carry  him  towards  the  tangles  of  contradiction  she  holds,  to  the  life  she  clings  to  yet  resents.  does  she  feel  pain  with  every  breath?  does  she  feel  pain  from  being  alive?  how  cruel,  the  world  can  be.  how  wicked  his  smile  must  seem,  polite  yet  cruel.  through  his  gaze,  he  sees  a  terrarium.  a  world  of  glass,  broken  and  shattered.  the  gods  have  long  since  abandoned  it  to  rot  and  fade  away.  to  vanish  with  a  stifled  scream.

"does  it  ...  ever  get  tiring  to  pretend  to  be  so  strong?"  a  pause  for  a  laugh,  detached  like  a  heavy  note.  "don't  get  me  wrong,  you've  got  it  down  pat, dear girl.  fooling  yourself,  well,  that's  the real  magic, isn't it?" 

[  .⠀.⠀.  ] ❛ I  did  warn  you  not  to  trust  me. ❜ , @amcssing (martin chatwin) said.

His words stung, more than she liked to admit — each syllable was a spiked jab, directly aimed at the wall of solidarity and calculated distance she'd built around her very being, the very wall he had somehow, impossibly, already managed to breach. 

Sayuri wasn't one to trust easily. Life had taught her that vulnerability was a liability, a weakness to be exploited, and her every interaction was usually marked with the safe distance she maintained. Martin, however, had managed to instill the slightest sliver of hope within her for a powerful alliance that defied the odds — a hope that was now being declared foolish, stupid, an utter embarrassment.  

A wave of heat flared up within the ghoula, a mixture of shame, raw fury, and the creeping realization that slowly settled into her consciousness, heavy and consuming. For once, she had allowed herself a hint of belief, and he had taken that vulnerability and twisted it into a weapon. The intensity of her emotions was enough to make her clench her fists at her sides, her knuckles bone-white beneath taut skin — her expressions, however, masked her irritation with feigned amusement. A smirk, sharp and brittle, crept onto her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes, her pride forcing her to maintain composure, to not grant him the satisfaction of seeing the boiling turmoil his words had caused within. Fine. If this was how he wanted to play it, she would play along. 

❛ Noted, ❜ she brought out, the sound somewhat strained as it passed through her gritted teeth. ❛ Now, ❜ she continued, her smirk hardening into a predatory curve, a dangerous glint finally flickering in her eyes, ❛ let’s see how much you enjoy having me as your enemy. ❜

random dialogue prompts , accepting !

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oh i never talked about it but s//inners is such an amazing movie, man.

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@metanoen

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Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me? / dick n wally <3

party banter / accepting !

it's  a  routine  mission——yeah,  famous  last  words.  still,  getting  back  into  the  swing  of  things  with  dick  meant  braving  a  bit  of  danger.  being  faster  than  the  speed  of  light,  yeah,  he's  that  fast,  but  it  doesn't  mean  he  can  be  everywhere  sometimes.  between  dealing  with  things  in  keystone  and  central  city  ...  there's  been  a  lot  on  his  plate.  a  small  part  of  him  wants  an  easy  mission;  he  wants  to  catch  with  dick  and  talk  about  things.  talk  about  what's  been  happening——make  sure  that  all  too  perfect  boy  wonder  is  still  holding  himself  together,  not  just  the  entire  world.  it's  not  surprise  when  he  loses  track  of  him.  slinking  in  and  out  of  shadows  happens  to  be  a  bat  family  special  ...  if  not  the  tiniest  bit  annoying.

maybe  that's  why  he's  rushing.  maybe  that's  why  he  pulls  a  few  fewer  punches.  cult  of  the  Kobra  wasn't  exactly  the  type  to  give  mercy  to  people  in  their  shenanigans.  maybe  ...  just  maybe  ...  he's  a  bit  mad?  it's  a  strange  feeling  because  it's  unfair.  unfair  to  dick  to  be  mad  over  something  so  simple.  coming  clean  would've  made  things  easier  for  him.  lay  things  out  from  the  start——dick  would  understand.  he  knows  that.  underneath  all  that  bat  family  training  is  his  best  friend.  that's  the  person  he  wants  to  see.

three?  six?  twelve?  man,  these  goons  never  knew  when  to  throw  in  the  towel.  speeding  blur  of  scarlet,  a  crackle  of  bluish  lightning  chasing  after  him  like  a  comet  hurtling  through  the  stars,  it's  all  they  can  see.  he  doubts  they  even  know  what  happens  when  it  does.  between  dick  aka  nightwing  aka  robin  aka  ...  something,  they're  dropping  like  flies.  no  one  got  hurt——everything  turns  out  fine.  it  only  takes  a  second  to  tie  them  all  up  and  let  the  cops  handle  the  rest.  reporters  with  speed  that  might  rival  his  own  come  scurrying  for  questions.  they  want  answers  and  they're  right  to  seek  them.

although,  wally  isn't  having  it.  a  quick  wave,  a  laugh  that  the  photographs  love,  and  he's  scooping  dick  into  his  arms  and  speeding  away.  "yeah,  birdbrain,  i  know."  not  once  has  dick  leaving  him  behind  even  crossed  his  mind.  they  knew  each  other  too  well.  they  cared  too  much.  it's  not  a  feeling  he  questions  but  one  he  allows  himself  to  feel.  fully.  everything  might  be  a  blur  to  dick.  everything  a  scene  whizzing  by  as  he  simply runs.  runs  to  carve  out  a  space  for  them.  runs  for  a  chance  to  talk  like  he  wants  ...  and  maybe  find  something  to  eat  in  the  meantime  too.

"okay,  so,  stay  with  me——chinese.  that  little  place  in  metropolis.  you  and  me,  sound  like  a  date?"  it's  a  fleeting  moment.  a  brief  blip  in  time  but  wally  sees  things  slower.  feels  the  world  at  a  much  slower  pace  like  it  moves  in  slow  motion  and  moments  like  these,  to  him,  last  forever.  he  cherishes  them  like  the  friend  in  his  arms. 

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not   even   for   a   moment   does   he   spare   a   glance   that   way.   dealing   with   such   a   trifle,   if   anything,   bored   him.   with   a   wave   of   his   hand,   he   could've   made   them   forget   —   sent   them   on   their   way   with   happier   memories.   hell,   slowing   time   to   a   crawl   tends   to   work   out   for   him   more   often   than   not.   plenty   of   time   to   piece   together   a   clever   story   or   chart   a   hasty   escape.   still,   he   smiles,   an   all   too   knowing   one.   just   because   he   does   things   that   way   doesn't   mean   others   do.   so,   he   cedes   to   her   warning   with   a   loose   nod.   biting   down   whatever   cleverness   surges   to   flee   his   lips,   it   slips   free   as   a   sigh.

❛   was   hoping   coming   here   would've   been   the   end   of   it.   ❜   sure,   he   loves   a   quest   as   much   as   the   next   guy,   but   sometimes   it's   nice   to   rest.   carve   out   a   little   slice   of   peace   without   going   so   far   to   attain   it.   chewing   the   inside   of   his   cheek   ruefully,   a   hue   of   distress   coats   his   gaze,   although   it   warms   with   a   tinge   of   excitement.   rambling   on   'n   on   about,   well,   anything?   his   favorite.   ❛   it's   a   star.   might   be   a   little   small,   sure,   but   it's   a   star   some   hotshot   got   the   smart   idea   to   turn   into   a   ring.   to   make   the   heavens   and   his   fingertips   one   and   the   same.   ❜   he   rolls   the   band   between   his   fingers,   feeling   out   its   etchings   and   the   sting   of   its   warmth.

❛   this   baby,   though,   happened   to   be   forged   in   a   pair.   binary   stars   —   ever   seen   one?   they're   fun.   if   you're   willing   to   help,   i'm   willing   to   pay.   it's   important.   ❜

𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 in the back, flicking a bit of light down from the overhead to get his attention on the girls in the store. He moves to distract them by flirting, and Io is left to lean over the counter to stare the mage in front of her down, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Can you be careful?" She hisses softly, waving him closer so she can inspect the ring more closely.

Keen though her eyes are, the symbols are tiny, and she'll probably need a magnifier to get a proper look, depending on how old it is. Even so, she shakes her head at the description, because anything with that kind of juice would have immediately been sent to the Vault or offered up to Manon to handle as she saw fit.

"Can't say we've gotten anything like that, but depending what it is, I might be able to hep you track it down."

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( * MIXED BAG PROMPTS !

mixed bag of sentence starters with a side of silly. likely taken from twitch streams / messages.

❛ what have you had for dinner today? ❜

❛ what does that do? ❜

❛ you promised me. ❜

❛ i haven't been here for a while, i have some questions. ❜

❛ i did mess up. ❜

❛ it was a setup. ❜

❛ i would have had no mercy. ❜

❛ is it good? ❜

❛ you're like a month early. ❜

❛ that's an odd take. ❜

❛ so mean. ❜

❛ worth a shot. ❜

❛ we are out of lobsters. ❜

❛ it will never happen. ❜

❛ thank you for everything you do. ❜

❛ what are the options? ❜

❛ don't know about that one, chief. ❜

❛ i agree with that. it's a good idea! ❜

❛ that is really unfortunate. ❜

❛ i don't remember, sorry. ❜

❛ i don't know about this. ❜

❛ that was honestly not bad at all. ❜

❛ if it works, why is it bad? ❜

❛ you said what you said, no take backs. ❜

❛ i think it's time to let go. ❜

❛ that could have been really good. ❜

❛ i swear i heard it. ❜

❛ i'll give the people what they want. ❜

❛ blood for the blood god! ❜

❛ great catch! ❜

❛ it's always this way now. ❜

❛ it's not as good as people say it is. ❜

❛ oh dear god, that sounds horrifying. ❜

❛ that hair cut is beautiful! ❜

❛ any words of wisdom? ❜

❛ you look great today. ❜

❛ if it takes you that long for a response, the answer is no. ❜

❛ you can't take it seriously. ❜

❛ how was your experience? ❜

❛ how's life, you beautiful bastard? ❜

❛ what's a movie that stuck with you? ❜

❛ with great power comes great responsibility. ❜

❛ friendship is magic. ❜

❛ i could've saved more. ❜

❛ corny or not, that is a very profound. ❜

❛ get out of here. ❜

❛ it's not all on you, you can only do what one person can. ❜

❛ we all need to do what we can. ❜

❛ the world's burdens aren't yours to bear alone. ❜

❛ you're so appreciated. ❜

❛ i think you've done a fine job. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what the fuck is going on? ❜

❛ what a strange experience. ❜

❛ how lucky are you? ❜

❛ are you drunk? ❜

❛ part of recovery is understanding there's going to be real absence. ❜

❛ little progress is still way better than no progress. ❜

❛ this is going to go down as the fucking worst time ever. ❜

❛ i feel your pain. ❜

❛ can i get a cookie? i'm hungry. ❜

❛ that made me cackle. ❜

❛ well, hello there cutie! ❜

❛ you got this. ❜

❛ you better rest up today and treat yourself. ❜

❛ i was not aware of that. ❜

❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜

❛ this part of life is hideous. ❜

❛ it's only been five minutes. ❜

❛ i have no clue, i'm sorry, i was being silly. ❜

❛ thank you for guiding me through my toughest days. ❜

❛ get well soon, we need you. ❜

❛ i hope the best for you. ❜

❛ why are you running? ❜

❛ this is the best thing ever. ❜

❛ what am i watching? ❜

❛ what a clown show. ❜

❛ you are great. ❜

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@noatherics

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