Circe Sentence Starters

"   oh, no. protective is just the way she is since i saved her.           and i'm afraid i can't really shake that off. so, i guess in a way, that is my fault.   "    ansegar says, which received a proud squawk from gunna, making him smile wider. looking back at the wide assortment of jewelry around him, ansegar took the shiniest one he could find-- a simple chain made of metal he is not familiar with, light in weight but sturdy to the touch, twinkling like diamonds even at the smallest hint of light. after paying for the item, he then began trying it to one of gunna's feet.    "   though, i should say ... the soot and the dirt are really doing your face a huge disservice.   "

once the jewelry is secured, he raised the arm where gunna was perched on ... and with a click of his tongue, the eagle was airborne. up and up, to the summit of the wall. gunna returning with the jewelry was simple but effective message to his brothers: the fact that she returned means that he's still alive, and the craftsmanship of the jewelry means he's in chasque ... not too far from home. satisfied, he faces the other man again.    "   that you are. i'm sorry again. now, i feel like i should make up to you somehow.   "

and at his question, ansergar simply nodded before pointing at the peak of the wall in the distance, and the small community of his brothers that can be seen on it.    "   oh. i'm from there.   "    he says.    "   it's my first time to be out here ... or at least, the first time i'm by myself. and you? do you live here?   "

🔨           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ     thank the gods, old and new, for how the eagle's talons kept on missing him by a hair's breadth, though it did not stop arkelos from flailing like a man swarmed with bees⸻ as if he could just swat the sheer nerve of the creature away.        ❝         away ! get off me, you winged devil !          ❞        he barked between startled huffs, voice cracking somewhere between outrage and desperation, the crowd jostling around him with their laughter and gasps. the blacksmith faced roaring fires, sparking steel, and the sharp hiss of molten metal every day, foolishly had very little fear, but this ? this was humiliating. fortunately, arkelos found his footing again once the bird's owner appeared, settling on the other man's forearm, a gleam in its eyes that he could only describe as smug satisfaction, like it knew it had won this round. and arkelos had never been as hungry for roasted eagle as he was now. he could only stare at the bird for a few moments, breath ragged, his hands planted on his knees as if holding himself upright took an incredible amount of will.        ❝         protective ? do i really look that much of a brigand today ?          ❞        arkelos chuckled as he turned his attention toward the other man, skin smeared with soot from his day at the forge, understood see how a stupid bird could mistake him as some bandit from the badlands of old varlinnis. maybe he should have taken a bath before venturing out into the market for something to sate his appetite. and perhaps, arkelos had always been a forgiving creature, utterly incapable of letting his frustrations be more than fleeting.        ❝         but i'm fine. still in one piece, aren't i ?          ❞        said with a small smile, standing a little straighter, hands smoothing the fabric of his smoke-scented shirt.        ❝         though, i gotta ask ... you're not from around here, are you ? it's just quite rare for chasquans to have pet birds.          ❞        especially when the expanse of their colonies were beneath the ground.

EXT.    HARVEST MOON FESTIVAL GROUNDS.    NIGHT.

"   whoa ...   "    ansegar says, craning his neck back ...           so far back that he almost fell over, as he tried to look at the entirety of the lights above them, with his expression nearly mimicking it as well-- bright and awestruck as he was bathed in color. all he could remember about ritrinc's harvest moon festival are from stories his brothers would tell him-- from the housekeeper and his run down of the festivals history which he clung to as a child, from the new arrivals who would indulge the curiosity of the child, and finally from the scouts who would bring him gifts of food and trinkets from the festival stalls. and when he was old enough to see over the wall, all he could see of it was the faint view of blinking lights in the distance, but it would still imagine what it would be like to be there.

and from all of these, his young mind has built a picture of what the festival must've looked like ...

... and to his surprise, the real thing was even better than what he could imagine. and this realization made the boy euphoric.    "   you've never brought me here before.   "    ansegar says to them, as a statement with no hint of sadness or disappointment. he knew why he wasn't allowed to leave the wall until he was old enough, or strong enough. the words of his mother and his future still ringing in his ears. but still ... it would've been nice to be here when he was younger.

before he knew it, he was already lagging behind. so he quickened his steps to catch up.    "   so, uhh ... what do you usually do here?   "

closed starter for @bladewandered.

Marcus Rutherford in The Wheel of Time (s2) as Perrin Aybara

         BOOK STARTERS VOL.21     THE PLAGUE     ALBERT CAMUS

❛ I have no idea what’s awaiting me. ❜

❛ What will happen when this all ends? ❜

❛ I know that you are capable of great deeds. ❜

❛ A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart. ❜

❛ The truth is that everyone is bored. ❜

❛ I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don’t really appeal to me, I imagine. ❜

❛ If there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love. ❜

❛ Who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for even a single moment’s suffering? ❜

❛ It’s not easy. I’ve been thinking it over for years. ❜

❛ While we loved each other we didn’t need words to make ourselves understood. ❜

❛ People are more often bad than good. ❜

❛ I don’t believe in heroism; I know it’s easy and I’ve learned that it can be murderous. ❜

❛ What interests me is living and dying for what one loves. ❜

❛ In fact, nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. ❜

❛ Nothing in the world is worth turning one’s back on what one loves. ❜

❛ Again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. ❜

❛ There are more things to admire in men then to despise. ❜

❛ It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence. ❜

❛ What on earth prompted you to take a hand in this? ❜

❛ Your code of morals? What code, if I may ask? ❜

❛ I’m fumbling in the dark, struggling to make something out. But I’ve long ceased finding anything. ❜

❛ No doubt our love is still there, but quite simply it is unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. ❜

❛ I’m not happy to go, but one needn’t be happy to make another start. ❜

❛ I am incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that I am incapable of anything really worth while. ❜

❛ I should have found the words to keep her with me. ❜

❛ We can’t stir a finger in this world without the risk of bringing death to somebody. ❜

❛ The evil that is in the world comes out of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding. ❜

❛ There are always flies and itches. That’s why life is difficult to live. ❜

❛ The best protection against anything is a good bottle of wine. ❜

❛ There is no peace without hope. ❜

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Redone

Send a letter and I will respond with a headcanon about the ns/fw topic that corresponds to it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum) D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) L = Location (favorite places to do the do) M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

EXT.   SOME OPEN SPARRING AREA.   DUSK.

"    what ? i did say your form was all weird. just showing you how that can be dangerous.   "           ansegar says says, giving himself the pleasure of a laugh first before he reaches a hand out for them to grab. hey, he really did try to hide his amusement, attempting to turn his smile into something that looks like encouragement instead. but seeing them flat on their ass was really funny.

"   come on . we could do one more round before the sun fully sets.   "    he continues, when they have caught their breath.    "   you can even use weapons this round, if you want.   "

open starter. @colosseumbred

Perrin Aybara and Rand al’Thor during theWinespring Inn Scene

Bill Skarsgård in BOY KILLS WORLD (2024) dir. Moritz Mohr

if what he has read about royals and their peculiar lives,            he was sure that in some other time, or with some other royal, this would have been a capital offense: embarrassing a prince on another land, or dirtying their clothes by sending them tumbling to the ground. in the back of his mind, the young wolf was expecting some hidden executioner to come out of the grass or the rocks and hit him through the neck and his head will be rolling on the floor.

but then again, his brothers have also often told him of the relationship between vissai and feranthor-- how the kingdom on the mountains supported the establishment of the night's watch. not only as a group that will protect the kingdom from the dangers of the unknown. but also as a sanctuary for the lost, banished, or those with nowhere to go.

perhaps the royals of vissai are just different from the stories he read.

with another chuckle, ansegar then approached the prince ... unfastening the dagger that was hidden on his lower back, and handing it to him.    "   if you don't want to learn now, then at least take this.   "    he says, placing the dagger on the prince's hand before he could even say anything else.    "   it's not the most elegant looking. but it's made of drakon scale ... stronger than most metals of the earth. just whip it out and it should protect you from most things. you do know how to use a dagger, right?   "

with that, he then turned to the direction of the prince's ride.    "   alright. show me your mighty steed.   "

"i-..." dusting himself off with a petulant huff, he isn't very good at presenting himself as low-brow. he was decidedly a lover, not a fighter, but the importance of good self-defense training wasn't lost on him. "am fine."

exhaling sharply, he decides to salvage what was left of his ego, shaking his head. "i believe it prudent to return before dark. come, you can ride with me."