yes okay but this one. he just knows what to say without hesitation because even if Aziraphale may be too kind to say such stuff so rudely, Crowley knows he wants to say this to anyone ringing the shop. this is great
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The Spirited: Origins v2.1.5 preview (prologue only)
live now on itch.io
Feeding you bite-sized chunks of the next update, one chapter at a time. Save the game at the end of the demo to continue where you left off.
PLEASE NOTE: v2.1.5 includes major UI, coding and writing changes. The current live demo contains the preview of the prologue only. v2.1.0 content, including chapters 1 & 2, has been rolled back and will be re-released in the following weeks.
Previous saves will not work.
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I’m re-reading parts of catching fire for a thing I’m working on and honestly I feel so cheated that the movie didn’t give us Peeta that spare quiver of arrows for Katniss during the Quell!! It’s such a little thing but so domestic
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Osiris is fucking ROTTING my brain
fuck you, you crusty dusty old man with no bitches no game no friends no family nothing to look forward to but your handsome ass fuckass bimbo boyfriend (I love them both to bits)
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arthur/eithne: "why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"
Eithne took a deep breath before speaking again.
"That's not what I meant to imply," Eithne answered slowly. "I just..." she paused. She'd had this conversation again and again over the past weeks but she had known with him it would be different-- with him her heart would hurt in a different way than it had when she'd seen the despair on her sisters' faces.
"You will always be welcome, of course, at Malconaire. My husband-to-be and I would be honored to host you and your family as our first guests after our wedding."
"Your husband-to-be?"
"I'm marrying Cassimir."
Arthur was rendered speechless and Eithne was ashamed at her next action: she fled into the garden, unable to stand the silence. He was following her within seconds.
"Why? What does he have over you to convince you to do such a thing?" Arthur demanded, grabbing Eithne's arm to stop her as she made a beeline for the chicken pen. Eithne whipped around to face him.
"Nothing. This is my own decision," Eithne answered sternly. Arthur seemed unconvinced.
"I won't let this happen. He doesn't deserve you."
"There are reasons I just cannot explain. You have to believe me-- I am doing what is best for myself. My family. My home."
"So he does hold something over you!"
"No, you're not listening--"
"I'll challenge him. For your honor," Arthur proclaimed. Eithne wrenched her arm out of his grasp.
"You will do no such thing!"
"You cannot tell me what I will and will not do-- I am your prince!" Arthur snapped suddenly, almost without thought. The words hung in the air between them and you could see the regret on his face as he realized what he had said. Something ended in that moment-- they'd been balancing on a precarious edge for months now and with that one sentence, they'd slipped into the abyss below.
"Eithne..."
"My most sincere apologies, Your Imperial Highness," Eithne answered, taking a few steps backwards from Arthur. She looked up and met his eyes-- he was silently pleading with her but she knew this was how it had to be.
"I am due to be in the village this afternoon," Eithne continued, trying to keep her voice even. "My step mother and step sister should be home by now-- I am sure they will be more than happy to receive you for tea should you wish to have some refreshments before your trip home."
"Eithne, please," Arthur was walking towards her, arm outstretched. She shook her head and he stopped. "Eithne..."
"Good afternoon, Your Imperial Highness," Eithne sank into a deep curtsey before turning and fleeing through the garden gate before he could see the emotion flooding her face.
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Just Evan Rosier being Evan
My boy just wants to live his life, ya know?
'Something about Barty always just rips him apart. It's those thorns. They tear at his very skin. Why does Barty have to be so sharp?'
'See, sometimes it's easier to lie to ourselves, even if it means we bleed. At least the thorns are familiar.'
'It's one thing to be trusted, it's another to trust.'
'He just wants to exist. Why is everyone always making it so difficult to exist?'
'As if Barty may actually take his heart while his chest is torn open. But he never does.'
'Much of the time, Evan feels like he has to hide these parts of himself from the world but not with Regulus. Never with Regulus.'
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