"When you come home," Leandra gestured towards her stash of empty beer bottles. "I'll stop that."
"Don't- don't pull that on me."
"Or what? You'll stay out there on that battlefield? Don't be ridiculous, Mikhail. You plan on staying there anyway."
(Oki I have a few more, they will all be wrapped in quotation marks)
"I am roughly yanked away from the tree, and I can feel the rage and grief the humans have caused my relatives, and I can feel the life fading away from me as I suffer my… death…"
"Glancing around nervously, I shoved the note back into the envelope and unlocked my door as quickly as possible."
"I'll try to tell you what happens next time."
" “And have Starspring bring healers!” "
((Here’s a few I found. Some recent, some old))
“Chances are, none of you will survive.”
The bullet whizzed past, causing the creature to rear backwards with a scream.
“War, darling!”
Hopefully.
It decided that the barrels were a more appealing snack.
(I found this one from a short story I'd written)
One bullet skimmed an ear. One bullet hit home. One shattered scream rose into the air.
"I wanna have a kid."
"So what you're telling me, is that I can't have a kitten because you don't like them?"
"…Yes?"
"Alright, come here little Warlock, you are now my best friend, Chris can stay here if he wants."
"You are in no way my family, Kyoko," he began to sharpen his dagger once more. "Your parents decided that when they left me at the orphanage."
"Our parents."
"Fuck you!"
"Would you?"
Her entire life, her entire existence, she'd been told she'd always have time. Time to apologize, to make up, to forgive and to forget. But seeing his body stretched out in front of her, lifeless, blood soaking through his shirt, something inside her twisted. There'd been years, decades, that they'd bickered, at least one year where they'd refused to speak, with Robin running between them. Then, her anger had seemed righteous, but now…
Now she wished she could have one more day at his side.
And yet, with the one hundred years of separation, of being trapped in stone mere inches from him but unable to do anything about it, the blow was softened, almost.
Power.
Robin only stared and swayed slightly, an unusual gleam in their two-toned eyes.
"I will kill him," they said softly, their mouth pressing into a firm line. "I will find the Erl King and I'll cut him again and again until his blood stains the grass, then I'll stuff him full with toxic berries, and then I'll find Giana and she'll freeze him, and Ophelia will burn him, and he'll get what he deserves."
Titania could only gape for a moment. It could be hard to remember how powerful Robin really was, despite their youthful facade.
"And Titania, I'll let you give him the killing blow."
Oh, and being blackout drunk.
Robin only stared and swayed slightly, an unusual gleam in their two-toned eyes.
Oh hey, I have a child named Robin, too!
“You had long hair,” I observe, looking at the photo.
She laughs as she removes another knife from the block and slips it into her bag. “I did.”
“It doesn’t seem like you.” It looks more like Lucy, thick brown locks cascading over her shoulders and down her back.
“I would have kept it,” she says, bounding past me as she crosses the room. “I loved my hair. But it’s better to have it short… Under the circumstances.”
“How old is the photo?”
“I don’t know, Taylin. Why does it matter?” I glance between her and the photo. Now Robin’s hair is cut neatly to her chin, forming neat, wiry waves around her face.
The photo doesn't look like her, at least not the her I know, and not the her I want to know. Instead, it was a strange girl I was unfamiliar with the face of, a girl that fit in with the crowd. Robin doesn't. I like that about her; Her diversity. Lucy doesn't have diversity. It's what makes Lucy Lucy and Robin Robin.
"Karma's not just a bitch. Karma is my bitch, sweetie."
"Welcome, all, to Super High Intensity Training, which will be abbreviated to… Sir? We need a new acronym, stat."
"I saw it pull out a gun, so I fled the area right after that."
"You'd think that after all these years, I'd just drop the fact that you literally blew up my planet?"
"So you killed him."
"Yeah, pretty much."
"It's fine." I wasn't lying. Everything was fine, if your definition of fine is losing your friends, almost dying, and being forced to ally with someone you hate.
"Tolkalee!" Her scream echoed off the gorge walls down into the nothingness below them, as the ropes of the broken bridge swung slightly in the wind.
"I think that I've been dead since the moment I spoke with you."
'i want to die.'
Ren deleted the message, instead choosing to send
'srry im being antisocial lol, how r u?'
"Yikes, I think a ran someone over," Vicente got out the car to examine what was in front of him then shook his head. "Nevermind, it's just Shen. No one important."
"..Uncommon, extremely so, but not unheard of."