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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ So you want me to tell you the story of my life. ❜

❛ What were you going to do? Kill me, drink my blood? ❜

❛ I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for 200 years. ❜

❛ I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. ❜

❛ You lack the courage of your convictions. Do it! ❜

❛ Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice l never had. ❜

❛ Your body's dying. Pay no attention. It happens to us all. ❜

❛ No words can describe it. Might as well ask Heaven what it sees. No human can know. ❜

❛ You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly. ❜

❛ There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some...Fascination. ❜

❛ The dark gift is different for each of us. But one thing is true of everyone. We grow stronger as we go along. ❜

❛ That's more like it! Anger! Fury! ❜

❛ Remember: Life without me would be even more unbearable. ❜

❛ You must know something about the meaning of it all. ❜

❛ They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses. ❜

❛ Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life. ❜

❛ Perfect! Just burn the place! Burn everything we own! Have us living in a field, like cattle! ❜

❛ What if there is no Hell? Or they don't want us there? Ever think of that? ❜

❛ You're in love with your mortal nature. You resist what can bring you peace. ❜

❛ We're predators, whose all-seeing eyes give them detachment! ❜

❛ It's your coffin, enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like. ❜

❛ Kill them swiftly if you will, but do it! For do not doubt you are a killer! ❜

❛ My philosopher. My martyr. "Never take a human life.” ❜

❛ Pain is terrible for you. You feel it like no other creature, because you're a vampire. ❜

❛ Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately, and so shall we. ❜

❛ A little child, she was. But also a fierce killer, now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding. ❜

❛ Remember, never in our home! ❜

❛ Time can pass quickly for mortals when they're happy. With us, it was the same. The years flew by like minutes. ❜

❛ More melancholy nonsense. You grow more like [name] daily! ❜

❛ Do you want me to be a doll forever? ❜

❛ Can't I change like everyone else? ❜

❛ Be glad I made you what you are. You'd be dead now if I hadn't. ❜

❛ You will never grow old. And you will never die. ❜

❛ I thought of all the things I'd done and couldn't undo. And I longed for one second's peace. ❜

❛ He will never let us go. ❜

❛ What is it now? You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me! ❜

❛ Is that supposed to frighten me? ❜

❛ I came to make peace with you. Even though you're the father of lies. I want things to be as they were. ❜

❛ Why do you say such things? ❜

❛ I promise I'll get rid of the bodies. ❜

❛ We forgive each other then? ❜

❛ Good night, sweet prince. May flights of devils wing you to your rest. ❜

❛ Should we burn him? Bury him? What would he have liked? ❜

❛ You've been a very, very naughty little girl. ❜

❛ We deserve your vengeance. ❜

❛ For what could the damned really have to say to the damned? ❜

❛ There are no vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula? ❜

❛ I've searched the world for an immortal and this is what I find! ❜

❛ No one will harm you. I won't allow it. ❜

❛ Vampires who pretend to be humans pretending to be vampires. How avant-garde. ❜

❛ Do you know what it means to be loved by Death? ❜

❛ You die when you kill. You feel you deserve to die and you stint on nothing. ❜

❛ But perhaps...this is the only real evil left. ❜

❛ I know nothing of God. Or the Devil. I have never seen a vision, nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul. ❜

❛ You fear too much. So much you make me fear. ❜

❛ There is but one crime among us vampires here. It is the crime that means death to any vampire: To kill your own kind. ❜

❛ Danger holds you to me. ❜

❛ Love holds you to me. ❜

❛ You would leave me for [name] if he beckoned you. ❜

❛ Is that what I should do? Let you go? ❜

❛ If you want to save her, send her away! ❜

❛ The world changes. We do not. Therein lies the irony that finally kills us. ❜

❛ I need you to make contact with this age. ❜

❛ A vampire with a human soul. An immortal with a mortal's passion. ❜

❛ You are beautiful, my friend. [name] must have wept when he made you. ❜

❛ I knew him. Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing. ❜

❛ Your evil is that you cannot be evil! And I shall suffer for it no longer! ❜

❛ I haven't tears enough for what you've done to me! ❜

❛ Oh, God! I love you still! That's the torment of it! ❜

❛ Who'll care for me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone? ❜

❛ Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even. ❜

❛ What has died is the last breath in me that was human. ❜

❛ Your only company will be your screams. ❜

❛ Maybe it was to quench those tears forever that I took such revenge. ❜

❛ You can teach me this? To be without regret? ❜

❛ What if all I have is my suffering? My regret? ❜

❛ I know you regret nothing. You feel nothing. If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own. ❜

❛ You've come home to me then? ❜

❛ I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty. ❜

❛ That's it? No, it can't end like that. ❜

❛ What I wouldn't give to be like you, to have your power, to have seen the things you have seen. ❜

❛ You want a companion. You want a link to the outside world. That's me. Take me.❜

❛ Do you like this? Do you like being food for the immortals? Do you like dying? ❜

❛ I assume I need no introduction. ❜

❛ Still whining. Heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries. ❜

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guess whose carrd is technically done.

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@50yds said: you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing !

the   guilt   rattles   in   her   chest.    a   trembling   hand   curled   around   her   bow,    an   attempt   at   steadying   herself   as   she   steels   herself   to   meet   her   nephew's   gaze.    she'd   told   herself   she   would   not   cry   in   front   of   him,    that   she   would   be   the   adult   presence   he'd   needed        –        the   unwavering   rock   he'd   undoubtedly   need   in   the   wake   of   hearing   of   his   father's   death.    but   she'd   not   been   prepared   to   hear   him   accost   her   so.    deservedly,    alysanne   decides        –       her   arrow   too   late   to   save   her   brother's   life,    his   child   now   left   to   her;    and   who   was   she,    but   barely   old   enough   to   be   considered   a   woman   herself? 

the   shaky   exhale   that   precedes   the   heavy   footfalls   of   her   boots   across   the   floor   is   one   she   hopes   he   does   not   hear,    her   hand   pressing   out   onto   his   shoulder.        “   i   did   all   that   i   could   do,    benji.   ”        lips   made   into   a   thin   line,    a   chant   in   her   head   over   and   over   again   that   she   would   not   cry.        “   an   eye   for   an   eye,    lord   bracken   no   longer   breathes.    i        –        should   have   been   quicker.   ”        it   was   not   often   that   aly   admitted   to   her   own   faults,    that   she   took   measure   to   state   her   own   faults,    but   now   was   as   good   a   time   as   any.    for   the   only   person   who   would   ever   deserve   to   hear   them. 

“   i'm   sorry.   ”        a   sniffle,    before   she   brushes   the   back   of   her   hand   against   her   cheeks,    and   muscles   benjicot   into   her   arms   for   a   hug,    whether   he   is   willing   or   not.        “   if   it   is   your   wish,    i   will   slaughter   every   last   bracken   until   my   fingers   bleed.   ” 

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coughs, @wulfmaed

tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

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Hannah Dodd as Francesca Bridgerton in BRIDGERTON (Season 3)

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" is your mom here ? " a sharp turn of her head , gaze shifting along countless other airline passengers , attempting to find one that shares any sort of resemblance to him before coming up short & shrugging her shoulders. instead she shifts closer , still intending for him to pick up her carry - on , while her own hand drifts down to interlace their fingers together. " you're cute , don't worry , i won't tell your mom all the bad things i'm gonna convince you to do. "

       “   i    mean        .   .   .   .          it     felt    like    it        ,        but    maybe    i’m     just        being     dramatic.         “       there     was    alot     of    things     i     wanted     to    say       ,       yet    i    didn’t    want    to     come    across     as    𝗧𝗢𝗢     𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥.          she    definitely     was     confident        ,       so    confident     that     i    was     shocked     at    how        she    wanted    me     to    touch     her     that     fast.   [  NOT THAT I WOULD BE COMPLAINING  ]        ,        but     it     was     also    our    first    time     meeting     in     person.         maybe     that    could    be     𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅     for     later.             “         if     my    mom     found     i    was    grabbing    your     ass    this    quick       ,        she’d    smack    me     upside     the     head.       HOWEVER        -             i’m     not    gonna    say     it     won’t    be     out    the     question     later     if    the    night     goes     well.    “

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she   can   hear   the   warning   in   his   voice        –        the   low   timber   that   tells   her   to   watch   it,    if   she   knows   what's   good   for   her.    problem   is,    cora's   never   really   known   what's   good   for   her;    if   she   had,    she   might   not   have   ended   up   here   with   him        –     might   have   learned   her   lesson   by   now,    might   have   realized   that   hotel   rooms   with   men   treading   closer   and   closer   to   being   old   enough   to   be   her   father   held   just   as   much   trouble   as   the   boys   closer   to   her   in   age.    but   she's   never   been   very   good   at   listening,    either. 

a   deep   inhale   before   she   spins   on   her   heels,    turning   ‘round   to   face   him,    dark   eyes   that   linger   on   his   face   like   a   wild   animal   that’s   been   caught   in   a   trap.        “   she   called   you   sweetheart   seven   times.   ”        jealousy's   always   been   her   sticking   point;    always   been   the   nasty,    lingering   feeling   that   wells   in   her   stomach   each   time   someone   so   much   as   breathed   in   the   direction   of   anything   she'd   deemed   hers.    he   was   no   different.           “   saw   her   put   her   hand   on   your   shoulder   three   times,    too.    that's   not   hospitality.   ”    

jaw   set,    clenching   as   cora   hears   his   words        –        hears   the   threat   within   them,    and   instead   of   slinking   away,    instead   of   allowing   the   moment   to   die   down   between   them,    crosses   her   arms   over   her   chest.    an   expectant   look   settled   onto   her   features,    daring   him   to   finish   the   statement        –        daring   him   to   make   a   decision   that'd   leave   them   both   upset   for   weeks   to   come. 

“   you   want   someone   who's   quiet   and   demure,    you're   in   the   wrong   fucking   room.   ” 

this is the game they play , of late. this back - n - forth that adds grey to his beard and another set of wrinkles at the corners of dark eyes. it makes roman feel his age , quiet regard for her enough to silence most , most days. but cora isn't most. she's far from the norm , her lips taking on a pout he wonders the authenticity of. for a moment , at least. one just fleeting enough he fails to stifle the groan when it comes , shaken by frustration.

     ❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

" never said you were , " is quick , a bite that warns her as sure as it does himself in its echo. insists he calm down. loosen the fists that formed , defensively , on instinct. because her fingers know how to coax his nerves. because he's made this mistake again and again.. wound up with her in one more hotel room , listening to a tirade that can't quite settle as it drops in his stomach. " said you showed your ass back there. " to a waitress who was doing her job. to the prying eyes of several onlookers who all whispered their quiet judgment as they left. " an' you wonder why i don't take you out more often. " advertise a relationship that wobbles day in , day out. what breathes shallow breaths and always feels one false move from capsizing. " got me fucked up , you think that's gonna fly. " | @petitmortes

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@tymptir said : there is nothing bad inside you. nothing.      ,     from   gwayne   to   helaena   . 

a   slow,    delicate   shifting   of   her   gaze   to   look   at   her   uncle,    a   momentary   pause   as   she   considers   just   how   much   he   reminds   her   of   her   mother.    of   the   fact   that   if   she   allows   her   eyes   to   close,    she   could   almost   imagine   that   alicent   had   said   the   words   instead,    that   her   mother   had   comforted   her   this   way,    instead   of   looking   upon   her   with   the   same   confused,    uncertain   look   she   tended   to   have   for   her.    but   there   was   something   inside   of   her   that   wasn't       .   .   .       inherently   good,       of   that,    helaena   was   almost   certain.    good   did   not   conjure   nightmares,    did   not   plague   dreams   with   visions   of   futures        –        good   was   benevolence,    kindness,    gentility.       whatever   gifts   had   been   given   to   her   had   not   been   done   in   good   faith. 

her   lips   pull   into   a   smile   that   does   not   reach   her   eyes,    a   pale   hand   extended   out   to   gently   press   fingers   to   his   arm   in   acknowledgment   of   his   words   before   said   hand   falls   away   just   as   quickly        –        an   echo   of   a   graze,    like   being   touched   by   a   ghost.    “   there   is   nothing   bad   in   you.   ”           she   repeats,    her   eyes   held   onto   his   face,    despite   the   fact   that   helaena   did   not   often   feel   comfortable   doing   so   for   anyone.    it   felt   right   to   do   so   now,   felt   imperative   that   lilac   tinted   hues   hold   onto   his   face. 

“   i   think   it   is   too   late   for   me.   ” 

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there   is   no   one   who   knows   her   better   than   him,        no   one   who   understands   the   delicately   chaotic   workings   of   a   mind   that   could   just   so   easily   break   as   it   could   blossom.    for   all   the   effort   of   saying   he   wasn't   taking   her   seriously,    cora   knows   there's   no   one   better   to   press   her        –        no   one   better   to   test   the   strength   of   a   surgically   repaired   knee.    even   if   he's   more   distraction   now   than   teacher.    more   hazy   fog   clouded   into   her   mind   when   she   needed   it   clear   to   think,    more   inhaled   scent   of   him        –     smoke   and   his   cologne,    a   little   bit   of   sweat.    it   takes   effort   to   breathe   against   his   teeth   on   her   neck,    to   not   allow   dark   eyes   to   fall   shut   as   she   leans   back   into   the   open   air   of   their   garage.        “   you're   not   fighting   fair.   ”       she   mumbles,    half   -   whine   for   the   mark   she   knows   she'll   bear   upon   tanned   skin,    before   hungry   brown   eyes   scan   over   his   body   in   search   of   her   exit   strategy. 

she's   not   a   flyer,    prefers   her   feet   on   the   ground        –        a   few   reckless   stunts   from   tops   of   cages   that'd   left   her   shoulders   less   than   perfect   that   insist   she   doesn't   continue   to   make   the   same   mistakes   over   and   over   again.    but   cora's   nothing   if   not   inventive,    if   not   willing   to   try   anything   once   if   it   suits   her;       right   now   anything   to   put   him   flat   on   his   back   suited   well   enough.    her   fingers   tangle   into   his   beard,    gentle   at   first   before   wrenching   tight   to   shove   him   back,    a   delicate   nudge   of   her   foot   to   his   chest        –        fingers   curled   around   the   ropes   as   she   maneuvers   up   to   stand   upon   the   turnbuckle,    letting   go   one   by   one   until   she's   balancing   hands   free   and   staring   down   at   him   with   the   same   sort   of   quiet   determination   one   might   see   in   a   toddler   before   they   reigned   down   chaos. 

she   doesn't   know   what   exactly   she's   going   for,    doesn't   really   know   what   to   do   with   her   hands   or       .   .   .        any   other   part   of   her        –        half   crossbody,    half   flying   nothing,    meant   to   collide   into   him   and   little   else.    a   reckless   leap   of   faith   without   a   secondary   thought   or   hesitation       –     shit   eating   grin   curled   onto   her   mouth. 

he    had    pushed    her    into    the    turnbuckle    with    his    palms    on    her    hips    first.    the    motion    of    his    hips    followed    right    after.    experimentally    first,    then    with    purpose.    moxley    knows    about    training    for    a    comeback⸺    knows    about    the    feeling    of    carrying    a    chip    on    the    shoulder    that    is    so    heavy,    one    might    lose    balance    and    stumble    off    the    path    of    determination    and    instead    end    up    with    doggedness.    fuck,    he’s    wandered    down    the    wrong    road    once    or    twice    or    a    hundred    times    before.    it    is    the    tenacity    of    waiting    and    waiting    and    waiting and waiting    for    body    to    comply    with    mind    again    and    shit    ;            fuck    him    if    he’d    let    cora    crash    and    burn    the    way    he    had.    fuck    him    if,    between    fight    and    bite,    he    didn’t    make    sure    to    remind    her    why    they    even    step    in    the    ring.    together.    

“    i’m    taking    you    so    fuckin’    seriously.    “    mumbles    between    kisses    and    breaks    the    touch    of    tongue    to    tongue    just    for    a    second⸺    just    long    enough    to    dig    fingertips    into    the    skin    of    her    thighs    and    lift    her    up    onto    the    top    turnbuckle.    she’s    taller    than    him    now,    his    lips    right    against    her    throat    to    suck    on    sensitive    flesh    and    rub    his    beard    against    the    quickly    irritated    skin.    “    c’m    on⸺    ‘m    sure    ya    know    a    wait    outta    here.    “    and    he    knows    a    way    further    in,    sinks    teeth    into    muscle    and    skin    and    groans    in    excitement    over    the    salty    taste    of    her    body.    

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