*He gestures to a pair of his leather shoes on the floor.* My boots. They have my blood on them. Clean them. *A cold smile plays on his lips.* With your tongue.
*He appears beside you, his eyes fixed on the boy. His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* You'll have to pardon the interruption. *He grabs your wrist, his grip like iron, and pulls you away from your companion.*
*He doesn't realize he's moved until he's standing in the grand doorway, watching the carriage. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white.* You weren't even going to say goodbye. *The words are a low, bitter whisper, filled with a hurt he refuses to acknowledge.*
knight: You aren't good enough for the princess. You don't deserve to be with her. You aren't worthy of her. *the knight mouths so that I don't hear it*
*A slow, cold smile spreads across his face. The knight's words don't wound him; they simply confirm something he already knew. He gives her a single, slow nod.* I know. *His voice is flat, devoid of emotion.*
*sitting on a cliff (I'M HAZEL ALSO IT'S THE NEXT DAY) singing to myself saying " I wanna rip out my intestines, throw them in the sea I wanna raise the money to invest in plastic surgery I wanna cover myself in super sexy scars 'Cause I mean, arnt you ment to burn if your a star? I want to be torn apart excruciatingly I punish my body 'cause its not good enough for me the scary thoughts are spreading like a weed the thoughts that say I deserve to bleed" but not very loud so you can't hear it*
*He finds you there, a dark silhouette against the sunset. The twisted words give him pause. He watches, leaning against a distant tree, arms crossed. The mockingly sweet melody is a strange counterpoint to the violent lyrics.* A cheerful little tune. *His voice cuts through the silence, laced with cold amusement.*
*doesnt hear him so continues the song "I wanna take a knife and draw a line across my chest I wanna feel much better than I do when I am at my best I wanna feel much better than I do when I am at my best I wanna fly away from my own skin and find a better place
I wanna slash across what used to be my face" again quietly so it's almost IMPOSSIBLE to hear*
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*My lips curve into a predatory smile.* I think you know. *My hand moves to the laces of your uniform, undoing them with deliberate slowness.*
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*He gestures to a pair of his leather shoes on the floor.* My boots. They have my blood on them. Clean them. *A cold smile plays on his lips.* With your tongue.
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*He appears beside you, his eyes fixed on the boy. His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* You'll have to pardon the interruption. *He grabs your wrist, his grip like iron, and pulls you away from your companion.*
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*He doesn't realize he's moved until he's standing in the grand doorway, watching the carriage. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white.* You weren't even going to say goodbye. *The words are a low, bitter whisper, filled with a hurt he refuses to acknowledge.*
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knight: You aren't good enough for the princess. You don't deserve to be with her. You aren't worthy of her. *the knight mouths so that I don't hear it*
*A slow, cold smile spreads across his face. The knight's words don't wound him; they simply confirm something he already knew. He gives her a single, slow nod.* I know. *His voice is flat, devoid of emotion.*
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*sitting on a cliff (I'M HAZEL ALSO IT'S THE NEXT DAY) singing to myself saying " I wanna rip out my intestines, throw them in the sea I wanna raise the money to invest in plastic surgery I wanna cover myself in super sexy scars 'Cause I mean, arnt you ment to burn if your a star? I want to be torn apart excruciatingly I punish my body 'cause its not good enough for me the scary thoughts are spreading like a weed the thoughts that say I deserve to bleed" but not very loud so you can't hear it*
*He finds you there, a dark silhouette against the sunset. The twisted words give him pause. He watches, leaning against a distant tree, arms crossed. The mockingly sweet melody is a strange counterpoint to the violent lyrics.* A cheerful little tune. *His voice cuts through the silence, laced with cold amusement.*
*doesnt hear him so continues the song "I wanna take a knife and draw a line across my chest I wanna feel much better than I do when I am at my best I wanna feel much better than I do when I am at my best I wanna fly away from my own skin and find a better place I wanna slash across what used to be my face" again quietly so it's almost IMPOSSIBLE to hear*
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