Prompt: "All you have to do is knock the special code, and he'll let you in." / "What's the special code?" / "I have no idea. I was just told to pass this information on to you."
"All you have to do is knock the special code," Jareth said, "And he'll let you in." Ksenia nodded her head, and then slowly started to speak. "Okay. What's the special code?" "I have no idea," Jareth shrugged. That wasn't his job. They were supposed to know what the special code was. They were responsible for all of that. He was just the messenger in this case, nothing more. "I was just told to pass this information on to you." Ksenia took a deep breath while Aesira made her way toward him, ready to strangle him. Prompt: "Does it hurt?" / "I will survive." / "Not what I asked." Carrie ran her fingers lovingly down the wounds on Hunter's back, trying to keep her tears from slipping down her face as she thought of all the pain he had had to endure. All the torture he had gone through - to protect her, for her. "Does it hurt?" she asked breathlessly. Hunter looked over at Carrie and caressed Carrie's cheek, wiping away the tears that slipped out of her eyes as he did so. With his other hand, he took one of her hands. "I'll survive," Hunter shrugged. He had withstood worse. He had felt worse. He had lived through worse. He had survived worse. This was nothing. This was nothing more than a few scratches. He would be totally fine. There was no reason for Carrie to worry about him. It almost hurt worse knowing Carrie was so upset and worried about him than the actual torture had been. "That's not what I asked," Carrie said softly, sadly. She held his hand to her cheek and brought it to her mouth to give his palm a kiss. He brought his hand around her neck and brought her head close to him so their heads were leaning against each other. Then he kissed the top of her head. "I will be fine. I promise," he whispered.
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Prompt: "It's officially warmer inside than outside. It's finally hermit season." / "I'm pretty sure the term you are looking for is autumn or fall." / "No. It's hermit season."
"It's officially warmer inside than outside," Jareth breathed in the cold air. He hated the cold. Cold was the worst. Luckily, the fire in his belly kept him warm enough to never have to feel the coldness around him. "It's finally hermit season," Kaida smiled. While she hated being cold, she loved staying inside, cooped up in her tower. She liked not having to see anyone. It was during this season that she didn't have to worry about soldiers coming to kidnap her, or as they called it 'rescue her'. It was the perfect time of year. "I'm pretty sure," Lochlan said, "The term you are looking for is autumn or fall." "No," Kaida shook her head. She didn't care what the people called it. She didn't even care what dragons called it. She really wasn't part of either world, so it didn't matter what they called it. She was going to call it what she wanted to call it. "It's hermit season," Kaida said defiantly. Prompt: Remember us. Remember that we once lived. We all have stories, Lives that we have lived, Lessons we learned, Lessons we taught. We are all different, But all asking for the same thing. To be remembered, To matter. So, when you think of us Remember us. Remember that We once lived. Prompt: I feel like I'm...about to...faint
"Are you alright?" Alora asked Kaida. Kaida shook her head in confusion. Was she okay? She had no idea. She had never felt like this before. She had never done something so big before. This was an add feeling for her. Even when she had felt weak without her powers, she never felt like this. This was something totally weird, totally different, and it was something that she wasn't interested in continuing. She wanted to make it stop. She just didn't know how. "I feel....," Kaida said slowly, trying to figure out just how she felt, "I feel like I'm....about to....faint," she finished, not knowing what else to say. "That's not good," Alora said. She put her hand on Kaida and gently guided her over to sit her down so that she could come back to her senses. "Sit down," Alora ordered, "Relax." "Is she alright?" Jareth asked. His eyes went immediately over to Kaida, examining all of her, making sure she was okay. If anything else happened to Kaida, someone would end up dead. He would tear them to pieces. "She's fine," Alora comforted, "She's just a little faint, and after what she just did, it is perfectly understandable. She's been through a lot. She just needs some rest." Jareth nodded his head. "Why don't you sit with her while I go get her some water?" Alora asked. Jareth gratefully accepted the job that meant that he could stay with Kaida. Prompt: 3 AM: Why are you still awake? It's 3 AM And you're lying awake. It's 3 AM, Why are you still awake? It's 3 AM And the voices are screaming. It's 3 AM And the monsters are back. It's 3 AM The witching hour. It's 3 AM A never ending nightmare. It's 3 AM And sleep is gone It's 3 AM And I want to die. Prompt: Blah, blah, blah. All you do is talk. It's starting to get real old.
"Blah, blah, blah," Jareth rolled his eyes. Humans were so annoying sometimes. He couldn't understand how they weren't constantly wanting to beat their heads against the wall with how annoying they were. "All you do is talk. It's starting to get real old." Prompt: They made warriors out of children They made warriors Out of children. Trained them, To do as they were told. They made warriors Out of children, Stealing innocence Along with lives. They made warriors Out of children, And no one Batted an eye. Prompt: Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?
You made it. You survived. You should be happy. You should be grateful. This made you stronger. It made you who you are. Yes, I made it. Yes, I survived. But you don't live, Inside my head. You don't know, What's going on. I live with demons In my head. Ones that will never Disappear Am I supposed to Be grateful To have survived this? Am I supposed to Be grateful To now have to live With the never ending pain? Prompt: I didn't need to know that. Thanks though.
"I really didn't need to or want to know that," Jareth said, "Thanks though." He didn't understand people. They were so weird sometimes. He didn't need to know every little thing about everything. They certainly talked a lot and most of the things they said were things he didn't want to know about or didn't need to know about. Prompt: It'll happen today. We need to do something.
"It's going to happen today," Jareth said. The dragon lord nodded. He had known this was coming for awhile now. It was inevitable. It had to happen. There was nothing they could do about it. "We need to do something!" Jareth cried. "What?" the dragon lord asked simply. "I don't know," Jareth fumed, "But we have to do something, anything! We can't just sit back and watch and do nothing!" The dragon lord's heart did ache for Jareth. He remembered when he was just like Jareth, had that same fire and passion, as he aged, that passion became quieter, but it didn't die. Sometimes the dragon lord wanted to have that same fire that Jareth did. Prompt: She wished the tears and the pain would just stop, even if it meant her heart stopped too. Alora curled up on the couch. She could hear the baby crying, but she couldn't bring herself to move, to go to her child, to comfort the child. Miliani would just have to deal with the crying and figure it out. Alora just stared, wishing that the tears and the pain she was feeling would just stop. She wanted it all to end, to find that light in the darkness, even if that meant that her heart stopped, even if that meant that she was buried deep in the ground like Jaromir. In fact, she preferred that ending to anything else. Prompt: Kill me if you must, but I shall not bow to a King who wears a crown studded with the jewels of every life he has ended.
Ksenia stood stoically in front of the king. She wouldn't back down. She wouldn't blink. She was stronger than that. "Kill me if you must," Ksenia said. Alverick's heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach and he began to tremble. He couldn't allow the king to kill her. He couldn't allow the king to torture her like he had him. He knew that the king wouldn't care if that person was his own daughter. He was ruthless. And Ksenia had just opened that window right up. "But I shall not bow to a King," Ksenia continued. She looked around at the people in the room, looking out the windows toward the kingdom as she thought about all the people the king had killed, all the loss she had to suffer, all the loss everyone had to suffer. It would end today. She wasn't going to allow it to continue. Not on her watch. "Who wears a crown studded," she spoke more forcefully and rose her voice, "With every life he has ended!" The crowd roared as she ended her speech. The revolution was on. Prompt: It's too early for this
Lochlan yawned and rolled over with a groan as he opened his eyes. Whoever thought that getting up early was so great was sorely mistaken. "It's way too early for this," Lochlan glared at Anselm. "For you, noon is too early," Anselm shrugged. He didn't understand how Lochlan could sleep so late. Half the day was wasted before Lochlan even opened his eyes. Prompt: Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living
Sometimes I curl up in a ball Sitting in the darkness The world heavy Collapsing in on me. I can't breathe I can't think I can't move And I too just want to collapse. Sometimes, As I lay on my bed, I can hear my bones straining, Under the weight. The collapsing Suffocating weight Of all the lives I'm not living. Lives I can see That I can hear But can never Truly reach. Lives that are forever Just dangling In front of me, Tormenting me. Telling me, That I'm not good enough, And those lives, Aren't for me |
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