“His attention is like the sun, [...] Glorious at first, but then it just—burns.”
-the other lamb (2019)
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i am not dead!
however i now have occipital and temporal neuralgia after my accident which means i get to enjoy stabbing/goring/burning sensations all over my scalp, forehead, and around my right eye at random intervals throughout the day, sadly due to the healthcare system where i live there are no options for treatment until 6 months from now since treatment might paralyze the nerves or something. at this point who knows!
but basically my head is apparently much worse off than i initially thought and i am living in 40 minutes blocks of activity -> laying down in a dark and quiet room with no brain stimulation -> 40 minutes of activity -> no stimulation etc etc. so sadly idk when i can be back but i felt bad leaving on a note of "i hit my head but i'm fine!!" *doesn't post for 5 months* lest ye all think the opps got me. the opps didn't get me!!!!!
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SENTENCE STARTERS FROM 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝟑.
A crow in his cage as you see, now.
But here we are, an encounter for the ages!
I cannot comprehend this myself, let alone teach it to you.
When a pupil strays from the path, the master must intrude.
Little bird, what's to be gained?
You are a vile, starved beast.
If you didn't invade, didn't pillage, whatever would you do?
You beast. You've trifled with the wrong knight
Vicious one, aren't you? I knew it all along.
You are no longer of use. You'll run free no more.
Duties we each bear, but one's duty is a solitary affair.
I'm afraid I've involved you in my affairs, over a little promise, at that.
...Oh you could at least act as if you are paying attention!
But, why... Is that all I'm worth?
No matter the victim's stature, every killing has a consequence.
Well, you look reasonably sane.
Shame on you, you insatiable wench.
Shame on you, you rotten cleric.
It wasn't me, but you still deserve an apology.
By the gods, curiosity is going to kill you kittens.
Some places are better left alone, you know.
You're still alive, and I'm here grovelling in the dirt, so to speak.
I won't ask for thanks, but I certainly deserve it.
Please, take this. Recompense for my foolish request.
You'll go mad one day, but not today.
That's what you mad fools always say.
There is a darkness within man, and I am afraid you will peer into it.
Fear not, your choice will bring you no scorn.
Be careful though. Few humans are privy to this knowledge.
As captain, 'tis my duty to honour knights of great accomplishment.
Thy duty is all, and thy duty lieth elsewhere.
Then tarry no longer and begone.
Every fleeing man must be caught. Every secret must be unearthed.
Please, bear witness to our resolve...
Make the tales true, and burn this world away.
When the world rots, we set it afire.
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sea of tranquility.
dialogue starters from sea of tranquility by emily st. john mandel.
can a house be haunted by failure?
sometimes you don’t know you’re about to throw a grenade until you’ve already pulled the pin.
i am absolutely certain there was not a single thought in my head.
i heard something. i don’t know. it seemed … supernatural.
would it help to unburden yourself?
i’ve heard stories. that is, one hears stories.
someone who works long hours can hide anything.
you look like you’ve seen a ghost.
everyone feels like a fraud sometimes.
i hope i never get used to it.
what was your first clue that you loved ____?
what’s your idea of the perfect murder?
everyone has their own idea of what constitutes a big moment.
you’re a master of deflection. you’re like some kind of deflection ninja.
it’s hard to know what we know sometimes, isn’t it?
oh, god. pretend i didn’t say that. i’m tired. i shouldn’t have.
i need to talk this through with someone i trust.
i’m fine, thanks for asking. nice to see you too.
you missed me so much you had to come home early?
i saw some things i wish i hadn’t.
i’d do it again. i wouldn’t even hesitate.
no one’s better than me at what i do.
i don’t know if we’ll see each other again.
i was reckless. tempting fate, i suppose.
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@joyuex sent : some men are not built for adventure. some men should concern themselves with gentler things.
briseis cannot bear to even look the knight as he speaks. her gaze is fixed, and have not wavered since she first stumbled upon the scene, on the unseemly mass of fabric and limbs awkwardly collapsed in the grass between them, partially obscured by tall weeds. the garden has grown unruly in the years alcimus has been away to war, and they’d meant to deal with it since they both came back. the overgrowth spares her the gruesome details – she’s only able to make out the top of his head from the auburn locks peeking through the green, at an undeniable distance from where his torso is hunched over.
she feels the entire weight of him squarely on her chest, the taste of his blood in her mouth like it’s her own. it’s a wonder she’s able to speak, convey any sort of accusation or inquiry and yet the knight gives her nothing but insult for all her trying – “ he was gentle. ” petulant, a childish effort to defy the judgement a stranger would impose upon them in their own home – her home now, as it were. poor alcimus, she thinks. poor, sweet alcimus. sweeter in death, perhaps, than in the time they shared, however brief. “ why? i– ” she turns her head to the side, a moment’s respite from the horror, and bites down on the words to prevent them getting away. “ what have you done? ”
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