ohdecth

[ohdecth]

#familiar of the mounds | síoda

[ohdecth]

#aesthetics

[ohdecth]

Niamh hummed and moved from the crouch to sit on the ground beside him instead. Legs crossing and hands in her lap as she watched him come back fully to his senses. Sioda sitting by his head and offering a meow again for his troubles. While he may not be capable of dying, at least not yet, she took sitting beside Wade as he came back to life to be similar to waiting with someone in their final moments. Someone there, to keep company, just in case. She wasn't sure if he needed it, but he hadn't insisted she leave yet either.

The joke earned him an amused look as she reached over and patted his arm instead, "I'm sure it's a lovely list, but I'll trust and believe your word on it." she told him. Exactly what his romantic or sex life was had been none of her business, but she'd heard plenty of passing comments about it by now. She didn't know him well, but well enough to listen and occasionally spend some of her free time in his company. If he wasn't busy, quite honestly, giving her work to do. But she didn't fault or judge him for it, and he certainly didn't seem to care about her being a reaper.

It may not be a friendship, not exactly, but it was a comfortable interaction and relatinship between them by now. She tilted her head at his question and rested her chin in her other hand, watching Sioda move to weave around his arms for attention, "That's kind of the thing, usually it's much more permanent. Short of spells or curses, necromancy, that sort of thing. I suppose you could find a death curse or spell of some sort, but I don't know if that healing factor of yours wouldn't shake it off all the same somehow." Niamh offered Wade a small, sympathetic smile, "All I can assure you with certainty is that everyone dies some day. Even gods, and even you. I just couldn't tell you when that time will be."

|| @notdeadyetpool ||

--- did you enjoy your latest trip to the other side this evening?

Ugh. It didn't work. Again. It never does. Well - it does - but only for a little bit. A grunt is given in response as he turns on his side and eventually on his stomach to start pushing himself back up. "A breeze, as always." He tells her then. Considering his habit of dying every other week he's actually gotten to know her. Sort of. He wouldn't say he knows her well, but they're definitely on first name basis by now.

"My head is amazing - I can give you a list of names for reference if you're interested in more information on the matter." Blank eyes glance up into her direction. Honestly... maybe it's worth a shot just asking. She's a reaper - maybe she knows how this works.

"Say you wouldn't happen to know a way to make this whole.. death thing... a little more permanent, would you? I'm sure you noticed I've been testing it extensively -- but none of it's stuck."

#notdeadyetpool #[v: memento mori]

[ohdecth]

A small smile was offered when it seemed that Harry would accept the offer and rested his fingers over Naimh's palm. His own touch was warm, warmth from being alive even if he was as ill as he seemed to be, and she knew that in her current state, she was indeed cold to the touch. Not like ice, but plenty enough to be noticable. Spirits passed through and caused temperature drops, reapers going past could do the same. Or in this case, standing in the hallway.

When his hand pulled back, Niamh lowered her own and looked over at the door again for a moment. Sioda was already at the ground sniffing along the edges with his own curiosity, "Are you sure? I have no issue if you want to go in first." she offered. Not that she was nervous about it, even if there was something motion activated on the other side or an alarm, it wouldn't catch her. Harry could see her, but nothing and no one else could.

Besides, she was still curious, "Well then, it sounds like it was a good thing I stopped by here today to look around." she decided, looking back at Harry, "Give you something different to do for a change." she didn't want to point out that if he could see and hear her now, he may very well have spoken with a reaper before without realizing. She was trying not to scare the poor young man, or make him uneasy. More than he already seemed to be.

Without another pause she let herself in through the door, phasing right through it as though it wasn't there at all, and looking around the lab. The lights were off and she reached over and, much like she was able to use the buttons in the elevator to pick the different floors, flicked the switch before moving aside to let Harry open the door and come in. It was only polite to not be in his way as Niamh began wandering among the tables to look over the things there.

|| @inhcritance ||

There were countless cameras at Oscorp, in truth, keeping an eye on every single soul that wandered the building... in all but some very, very restricted areas, where the security was as tight as it could be to arrive, but almost nonexistent inside. And one of those places lay beyond the doors next to them, where there would be no record of anyone ever entering. After all, these labs did not exist, in theory.

It was also why there was nobody else there, and no visible cameras. Beyond the entrance, beyond the elevator, there was nothing. This, however, he did not tell her, not as she faced him with yet another reason for an eyebrow to rise.

A reason he would have doubted, or taken as a metaphor, if it hadn't been an apology -to the maintenance team, poor people- and a few moments later that she proved it, and while Harry did not pale, he found himself sighing: yet something else to be paranoid of, when not even walls could deter some beings. Some people, he supposed.

"I see." He managed, regarding the wall, then the offered hand, and fighting off curiosity and caution.

Then again, he considered, if she'd wanted to harm him she could have done so before, and so he rested his fingers over her for a moment, wondering if she'd feel or not cool to the touch, and filing down the information that she was dead, and so were all reapers, in the box of things it would be currently impolite to ask about, or at least ask about just yet.

And then he turned towards the door, and after a second of consideration, he offered her a small shrug.

"Go on, if you'd like to." He offered. "I'll open the door after you go through."

Because the doors were thicker than a hand, and he wasn't believing her fully just yet.

"And then I'll answer some of your questions as best as I can," he offered. "It's not every day I can show anyone these labs, much less talk to a Reaper."

@ohdecth

#inhcritance #[v: memento mori]

[ohdecth]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

#roleplay meme

[ohdecth]

"The devouring kind." was all Niamh was willing to answer with that, especially with the doubtful tone. She'd encountered a small handful of others, the ones who usually agreed to hand over whatever she'd been sent to collect, who were genuine with that question. It wasn't much more that she would say then, wanting to scare them from persuing other items but not make them feel haunted. A gentle explination, an honest one. Things with teeth and fangs and bulking, warped forms that would only find joy in bringing them harm. Or worse.

One of the arms was extended with the book. An offering. A bait. Niamh sighed and reached up for it anyways. It was a play that she'd faced before, at one time genuinely would have fallen for. Would have been grabbed in an instant by the arms that did move with an impressive speed. She would give them back, no machine she'd seen or heard of before could do that.

There was a flash and gleam of metal and the arms were knocked aside as soon as they came at her. With the same speed they displayed and without Niamh moving from the spot she'd stopped at.

When the movement ended, either from confused shock of the arms just stopping coming, she couldn't say and it didn't matter much, the scythe that had appeared in her hands in an instant was held out to her side with the last swing. The length of it used to block the attacks rather than the large, curved blade the gleamed whisper sharp. The two smaller, curved blades at the opposite end likewise hadn't touched the metal. This was a woman who thought whatever her need was, the book would be solved by it.

That said, she was at least cautious and believing enough not to touch the book with her own hand. For that, Niamh was willing to not cut the arms clean through in a single swing. Instead she stood there and lowered the blade to let it rest of the ground just behind her. A warning that she could, and would, swing again if needed, and held her hand out palm up, "The book."

|| @octraveler ||

She hadn't been given a name, and Olivia only offered that fact a small raised eyebrow, as she observed the newcomer, book still held closely in two of the arms she could control as well as her own flesh: she had the common sense to not touch the book just yet, much less with the given warnings... but she had also been working for rather strange and very much dubious individuals for long enough that just threats weren't enough to intimidate her.

"Oh?" She asked instead, voice almost gentle, not really mocking but not really believing. "And what kind of horrors would come for me?" She added.

But then the newcomer was approaching her, and Olivia did her best to stand her ground, to hold back the impulse to back away from the clear certainty she could see in her movements. Especially when faced with the robotic arms most people did at least eye cautiously.

Then again, it wasn't Olivia's first time being sorely underestimated. And so, after a moment, she shifted the book so that only one of the robotic arms was holding it, then held it between the two of them. Almost an offer, one that would be met with the other three arms attacking, mostly trying to restrain the other woman, as the fourth arm kept the book well out of her reach.

Or at least that was the plan.

@ohdecth

#octraveler #[v: memento mori]

[ohdecth]

It was a quiet change in his eyes, that really Niamh only caught because she'd still been wandering for as long as she had. But she would call it quiet. There was no aggression in it, not outwardly, but it was at the very least guarded. Untrusting. That, honestly, she couldn't say that she blamed Harry for. It was far from a reaction she took offense to either, but her own look didn't change or faulter with it. What she did do, was pause when he stopped to lean on the wall nearby to address her. They were having a conversation and it simply seemed rude to go on without him and walk away.

The hallway was looked up and down, Naimh's eyes skimming along the ceiling as well before going back to Harry, "Is that why there's no one else here and seem to be no cameras?" she was assuming there were, somewhere, just not as openly obvious as say, the lobby. Or some of the floors above that were maybe a bit more welcoming to the public and visitors.

"I didn't need them, I simply walked through the doors." a simple statement as she looked at him, "Reapers are dead, the dead walk through solid objects. It's not much of an issue, really. If I'm not allowing myself to be seen by the living I don't bother with opening and closing doors much. I only rode the elevator because I found it enjoyable and again, I'm not here for anything other than my own curiosity. I have the time to spend waiting for it." she paused and frowned slightly, "Though your maintenance department may think there's an issue with it opening and closing to go down with no one seen calling for it. That I apologize for."

Not that every time an elevator seemed to arrive without being called it was actually a spirit or reaper using it, but this time it was.

Niamh watched Harry a moment and held up a hand, waiting a moment before reaching out to her side and her touch going right through the door beside him. Like it was an illusion and nothing was there at all. After a moment she pulled her hand back and held it out to him, "...I'm safe to touch, that's one thing legends got wrong."

|| @inhcritance ||

He couldn't blame her for her curiosity, not really: Oscorp was a walking problem, in more ways than one, and Harry's attempts to change it were not met with much collaboration, so they were a slow-going effort. And given the way death had followed Oscorp's projects far more than it was publicly said... Harry could imagine why a Reaper would be curious. He was not happy about it, but he could see it far too well.

Still, that left the answer to the question he knew should be more pressing, and he regarded her for a moment as she spoke, unnerved by speaking to someone his senses did not focus on. He'd become far, far too used to them, and that was something he'd have to ponder later. When it was safe.

Her being dead would explain it, if this was not his mind playing tricks on him, but for a moment he raised an eyebrow at her words, because he was certainly not a medium, and not dead. But, he was dying, and the softness in her eyes made his gaze harden, because there was not pity there, and she had said she had not come for him, and yet...

He was dying. It was nothing he didn't know, and he knew that he'd just messed up very badly with the serum. The reminder was an unwelcome truth, but truth and kindness cared not for each other. And it was nothing he didn't know.

Still, he breathed, leaning against the wall closest to the door into the labs, still closed, and offered her a smile that did not reach his eyes. Something sharp and polite both.

"The security systems to reach this area are not only people." He pointed out. "You'd have needed codes, or keys." He added. "How did you get them?"

@ohdecth

#inhcritance #[v: memento mori]

[ohdecth]

The hiss was heard and, more or less, ignored. Niamh had faced beasts and creatures that only nightmares had spoken of, if at all. Things without names, without words to describe what they were or how, and she had done it for centuries now. It was going to take a lot more than a piece of machinary that could sounds like a snake to intimidate or threaten her. If anything she was more impressed at how they seemed to move and operate. Technology was not a thing she was always able to keep up with, but she did know the basics of where many things were now.

At least enough to know that those? Those were quite the thing to make.

"You seem to have misunderstood. That wasn't asking." she stated plainly, "Because a book like that will only make things worse for you, and will only bring harm to you and anyone else who touches it. Believe me, you don't want the things that come searching for who reads from it to catch sight or sound of you. Whatever pain or misery you've found yourself in, or whatever trouble you think it'll right? It'll be nothing compared to it." it was a familiar song and dance that Niamh knew too well. Both trying to convince another to hand over such a thing, and what they were at risk of if they refused.

Dozens of lives haunted and chaced for, nearly devoured or dragged for judgement for their deeds. Tomes like that never brought anything good, to anyone. Niamh only wished that more would believe her when she tried to tell them so.

The arms around the woman weren't given a second glance as she went to cross the room. Expression calm, eyes focused on the woman and passively keeping track of the arms as they moved. When she stopped, Niamh was still a few paces away from the woman and held a hand out for the book, "I promise you, whatever you think you'll gain from that, it won't work. Not the way you want it too. Now, I'll be taking it from you to put somewhere safe, where it won't harm anyone."

|| @octraveler ||

Not so long ago, and it couldn't have been that long ago because Olivia was very strongly refusing to face the fact that it had been more than a year since the accident that had stranded Rosie somewhere in the multiverse, Rosie herself had shared her worries with her. Her concern about her single-mindedness when she was chasing a goal, her tendency to put her goals over her means. And Olivia had told her she'd try to do better.

She'd failed. And she was failing now, as she turned around at the voice she could hear, the many sensors in the arms alerting her only now of another person's presence.

Someone who apparently happened to be after this very same book, which did lend some credibility to what lay in the pages... or at least to the value of the book itself. Because she needed to find Rosie, but she also needed the funding to keep traversing the multiverse.

So she pushed up the glasses she was wearing, two of the arms hissing very softly in clear threat: Olivia was aware that a young woman did not cut the most intimidating figure, but the arms very much did.

"And you won't even ask nicely?" She considered. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'll let you do that, Ms...?"

Because she didn't remind Liv of any of the heroes or vigilantes or villains she'd met, and she wasn't dressed the part, but who knew: the multiverse was a strange place.

"And much less without knowing why." She added. Because truly, she didn't need the whole book, she was open to negotiating or to backstabbing, both were always options.

@ohdecth

#octraveler #[v: memento mori]

[ohdecth]

#familiar of the mounds | síoda

[ohdecth]

The Death. Art by Christina Correa, Lorenza Daprà & Lorraine Betta, from Secret Mxxn: Blvck Mvgic.

"Endings wrapped in a shroud of mist, I’m the cut you can't resist. Who takes you where all shadows flee?" In whispered silence, the end does creep, Death’s promise, forever deep. In its cold embrace, memories wane, Lost in the eternal, endless bane.

#aesthetics

[ohdecth]

@notdeadyetpool asked: "I don't want to be alone tonight."

------

Niamh paused and turned back to look at him, tilting her head slightly and going quiet. Not wanting to be alone wasn't a comment she heard from the living often. The dying who were scared and in pain, the ones who didn't know what was coming but needed someone there in those last moments. Those she'd heard plenty of. It came with the work, it came naturally to sit beside them and speak softly. Hold a hand or offer what little comfort she could before helping them to their feet gently to see them off to the other side.

A line that she, admittedly, had heard from Wade before when coming across him while he was dying again. A few times, and she heard it for the joke that it was and still sat with him patiently until he was back. Giving him a pat on the hand and helping him up if he seemed particularly unstable. This didn't sound like a joke to cover something more serious, there was no sarcasm. She would almost say it sounded...small.

She watched him a moment before shifting and walking back over to him. At her side, Sioda lowered to the floor and became corporeal. Purring softly before rubbing along one of Wade's legs, "...alright then." there was no where else for her to be. One of the rare nights where nothing seemed to be in the city that was a threat to the souls dwelling along its streets. Niamh didn't see the harm in staying put this time. She moved to sit next to him, quiet a moment before reaching over and offering her hand to him, "...unless you're more the leaning against someone type. Which is also fine." she clarified.

Offer what comforts she could, just like she always did.

#answers #notdeadyetpool #[v: memento mori]

[ohdecth]

The step back was seen out of the corner of her eye and Niamh didn't exactly blame him for it. She kept her eyes on the doors and was still calm, it was a familiar reaction and not worth making a fuss about or drawing more attention to. Very few people enjoyed the idea of seeing a grim reaper, it rarely meant anything good and most often was when one was dying, or about to die. Not a welcome thought, by any means, especially not for one who was fighting, and doing a good job at it no less, to keep death at bay just a while longer.

When the doors opened, Niamh finally looked back and gestured for Harry to go ahead first. For a moment she wondered if he would or if he'd rather keep his eyes on her, but ended up following him out. Hands still in her pockets and Sioda drifting along at her side. Still unseen, eyes still staring and unblinking as the familiar took in the hallway.

"Only curiosity." she stated, noting the door at the end of the hall and the few others along the sides of the corridor leading to it, "This company has had a hand in many things, both in terms of helping people and causing trouble. I wondered what else might by here and decided to come and see for myself, so long as nothing more important needed my attention." which was, in the long run, a good thing. There was no such thing as retiring from escorting souls, but not needing to fight for them to keep them safe?

That was a moment of peace Niamh did not take for granted.

Harry's second question she took a moment to answer, "I'm not allowing myself to be seen by the living. Reapers are dead ourselves so being seen or noticed is rare unless we want to be. At the moment, the only ones who can are very powerful mediums, the dead themselves," she looked over at Harry, eyes soft not with pity but understanding, "and those who are dying."

|| @inhcritance ||

He had not expected an admission that direct, not about the badge and certainly not about the avoiding security, but that made things easier, in a way. It showed him clearly enough that she knew what she was doing, that being caught in the act wouldn't unbalance her. It meant she was dangerous, and it meant she was unlikely to panic, not that he could read much, if anything, from her.

And then she spoke again, and he was almost glad for the way she only gave him a beat to raise his eyebrows, to go through those very same thoughts, even if not in the same order, and take a step back he cursed himself for. Because truly, him having lost his mind was nothing he hadn't considered already, and he knew how close to death he very much was... but did he not believe her? With the way his senses were reacting to her, and with the jury still out on his sanity, all he could do was consider her for a long moment, as the elevator doors opened to a long, dimly lit corridor with a closed door at the other end.

It would give him more space, if this ended up becoming a fight.

"What brings you here?" He asked, in the end. Was it some scientist, was it his mind playing tricks, was it dishonesty or, and how he hoped it was not the case, some poor prisoner Harry hadn't been aware of?

And then, as he glanced at the door closer to them, he spoke again.

"And how did you avoid security?"

All else could wait.

@ohdecth

#inhcritance #[v: memento mori]

[ohdecth]

send me "I don't want to be alone tonight." for my muse's reaction to yours saying that to mine.

#roleplay meme

[ohdecth]

🐝  *  ―  𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.  (  all of these are taken from the album ‘meteora’ released in 2003.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  sometimes i need you to stay away from me.  ❜ ❛  just give me myself back and don't stay.  ❜ ❛  sometimes i feel like i trusted you too well.  ❜ ❛  somehow i need to be alone.  ❜ ❛  i don't need you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i wanna heal.  ❜ ❛  i wanna let go of the pain i've felt so long.  ❜ ❛  i wanna find something i've wanted all along, somewhere i belong.  ❜ ❛  i've got nothing to say.  ❜ ❛  so what am i?  ❜ ❛  i will never know myself until i do this on my own.  ❜ ❛  i wanna feel like i'm somewhere i belong.  ❜ ❛  but i can't pretend this is the way it'll stay.  ❜ ❛  i can't pretend i'm who you want me to be.  ❜ ❛  no, no turning back now.  ❜ ❛  the very worst part of you is me.  ❜ ❛  this isn't what i wanted to be.  ❜ ❛  you think having the upper hand means you gotta keep putting me down.  ❜ ❛  so many people like me put so much trust in all your lies.  ❜ ❛  i'll never trust a single thing you say.  ❜ ❛  i would retrace every wrong move that i made.  ❜ ❛  if i could stand up and take the blame, i would.  ❜ ❛  sometimes i remember the darkness of my past.  ❜ ❛  pretending i don't feel misplaced is so much simpler than change.  ❜ ❛  it's like no matter what i do, i can't convince you.  ❜ ❛  but i'll be here 'cause you're all that i got.  ❜ ❛  don't turn your back on me.  ❜ ❛  you're gonna listen to me, like it or not.  ❜ ❛  sometimes i wonder why this is happening.  ❜ ❛  you've become a part of me.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what's worth fighting for.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how i got this way, i know it's not alright.  ❜ ❛  i don't know who to trust.  ❜ ❛  i won't trust myself with you.  ❜ ❛  so i suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt.  ❜ ❛  but you don't want to hear me.  ❜ ❛  i'm tired of being what you want me to be.  ❜ ❛  all i want to do is be more like me and be less like you.  ❜ ❛  can't you see that you're smothering me?  ❜ ❛  you were just like me with someone disappointed in you.  ❜

#roleplay meme

[ohdecth]

how are you ruined?

ruined by trauma

you cannot get over the past. you are constantly remembering, never forgetting. you cant live in the moment because the moment is not what brought you here. you are birthed, raised, and killed in the past. you will never get over what was done to you, be it big or be it small. you cannot escape what you refuse to confront.

Tagged by: @notdeadyetpool

Tagging: whoever else wants to be sad about things

#dash games #((I mean she's literally where she is right now because she was killed so))

[ohdecth]

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ ❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ?   ❜ ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜ ❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ ❛  hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜ ❛  i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.  ❜ ❛  oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ ❛  apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜ ❛  looks like this will take a while, huh ?  ❜ ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ ❛  do you come here often ?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ ❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name].  ❜ ❛  what the hell just happened there ?  ❜ ❛  have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it.  ❜ ❛  can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here.  ❜ ❛  seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.  ❜ ❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜ ❛  i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright.  ❜ ❛  i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ?  ❜ ❛  you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it.  ❜ ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ ❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜

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[ohdecth]

🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰.

❛  it was wrong of me to assume you're ever gonna change.  ❜ ❛  that's it? it was all just a lie?  ❜ ❛  shame on me for thinking you were a good person.  ❜ ❛  you're gonna pay for what you did to me.  ❜ ❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ ❛  believe me, you weren't my first choice either.  ❜ ❛  if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so.  ❜ ❛  do you think we're gonna survive this?  ❜ ❛  what's your problem?!  ❜ ❛  will you please slow down a little?  ❜ ❛  i can't believe you would do something like that.  ❜ ❛  did it mean anything to you?  ❜ ❛  i'm never gonna be good enough for you.  ❜ ❛  we were just fooling ourselves this whole time.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, i didn't know where else to go.  ❜ ❛  i don't want to argue with you anymore.  ❜ ❛  fine. you were right, and i was wrong. happy now?  ❜ ❛  this day feels like it's never gonna end.  ❜ ❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜ ❛  this must be like the first time you were nice to me.  ❜ ❛  out of all the people here, why do i have to be stuck with you?  ❜ ❛  do you want to go on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  honestly, i don't think i wanna leave the house today.  ❜ ❛  were you ever planning on telling me about all of this?  ❜ ❛  i wish i had another choice.  ❜ ❛  don't flatter yourself, a fifth-grader could've done this as well.  ❜ ❛  you're the most insufferable person i have ever met.  ❜ ❛  here, you look like you need this more than me right now.  ❜ ❛  oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game.  ❜ ❛  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ❜ ❛  alright, is there anything else we have to do before they arrive?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  i wish we had more time together.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to.  ❜ ❛  where are you taking me?  ❜ ❛  trust me, this is the last thing i want to do.  ❜ ❛  i need more time to think about what i want.  ❜ ❛  why didn't you say anything earlier? we could've avoided this whole mess.  ❜ ❛  i don't feel so good, i think i may be getting sick.  ❜ ❛  help me! please!  ❜

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