Interview With The Vampire (1994) Sentence Starters . . . I Think.
interview with the vampire (1994) sentence starters . . . i think.
@azmenka said : you fear too much. so much you make me fear.
there is an unnatural flicker in the violets of her eyes, a light that seems to drift from one pupil to the other as helaena shifts in her seat and casts her attention to maron properly, a cant of her head to the right, tendrils of silver blonde hair framing her face. a blank stare, blinking, as if she's looking right through him, as if he isn't even there, before pupils scatter and finally land on his features.
“you do not fear enough.”
she says softly, curling her hands into her lap, a slow, languid blink of eyelids as her brows furrow together. helaena was . . . accustomed to the idea of everyone else choosing to believe her words were little more than wind, wasted breath on false prophecy – wasn't that the cruel fate of the world? blessed with dreams of dragons . . . cursed to be the daughter none believed. until it was too late, until death had already wracked halls and strewn corpses high.
“krakens should not linger on land, lord greyjoy.” a breathy exhale as she shifts again in her seat, turning her head away to look out the open window. “you do not have the legs for it.”
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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. “
got a couple fiiiings in my queue but i got too sleepy to do much more writing. we go again tomorrow
why is the soundtrack in this film so obnoxious
idk what i’m doing w my hand but we sleepy today.
@tymptir said : " the look on your face says there's more on your mind. " , for the blackfish & myranda.
she'd always been poor at hiding her thoughts, ever visible in the curl of her lips – in the way her eyes hold life no matter how hard she tries to dull the fire within them. it comes as little shock to hear as much from his lips, even if myranda had considered him to be uninterested in the things that lingered in her head. she purses her lips for a moment, her head tilting as she casts her glance over the blackfish once more, before a soft rise and fall of her shoulders is offered in response.
“ surely the mind of a foolish girl does not bother you so much, lord brynden. ” a teasing curl of her lips as lithe fingers curl around her goblet of wine, bringing it to her lips to take a small sip. myranda knows well enough of the reputation that precedes her, for the bawdy rumors that encompass the minds of everyone when her name is brought up. a fact she cannot change, the unfortunate side effect of how her first, and only marriage, had come to its end.
“ i was only thinking of how you share a look with someone, that is all. ” keen eyed, myranda'd picked up on the similarities withheld between this tully and the girl littlefinger had sworn to be his own daughter; had also listened to enough fumbles of words from alayne to parse out enough information that she wasn't entirely who she said she was. an intriguing game it was, and one she thought perhaps, that the blackfish hadn't yet caught on to being played. “ what was your dear niece's name again, the one married to the stark? ”
❛ We forgive each other then? ❜ for Anna from Orange @sickfcks
interview with the vampire (1994) sentence starters , @sickfcks
her mouth wrings together for a moment, nose wrinkling – ice cream still smudged along her cheek from seconds previous, where his cone had accidentally dipped from his mouth to smear across her face. consideration for the truce he was calling, her own saccharine sweet treat dangling in her fingers, mere centimeters away from staining his beard with red velvet ice cream.
“ do we? ” she asks, quirk of her brow, threat hanging in the low tone of her voice, before her hand moves – shifting forward to smear ice cream along his jaw, a rolling giggle emitted from her lips not long after.
it was easy with him, it always had been. like curling into her favorite blanket to watch a movie on a sunday afternoon – simple, without the need to feel worried or terrified of what came after. the after was as it had been for months now, anna shifting closer to run her tongue along the ice cream that stains his face, knowing the blush that will settle along his cheeks will only make him look all the more handsome in the afterglow of the sun, before her lips graze against his; soft, sweet, sticky.
“ maybe now we do. ”
@sickfcks said: an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight. cora and jay if you dare. (i do in fact dare)
she doesn't remember what originally started their argument, an oversight on her account – perceived touchiness on his. cora always had a tendency to pluck at nerves without meaning to, especially when it came to him. whatever had started it, had left cora's mind now – had no longer plagued her, despite the fact that jay had still seen fit to argue with her. was still unleashing his own fury from behind the kitchen counter, hands moving with each syllable . . . but she'd long since stopped hearing. stopped listening, her gaze focused instead on his mouth, on the way it moved – on the way his tongue would occasionally glide across his bottom lip.
she lets him continue for a minute, or two, before boredom strikes a little deeper and she no longer wants to just watch his mouth. careful steps around the kitchen counters, creeping closer despite the fact that his body language screams for her to keep her distance – until cora's curling her smaller frame in between his arms and wrapping a hand around his jaw to pull his mouth down to hers.
“ you can stop now. ” she mumbles, lips mere centimeters away from his, dark brown eyes flickering up to his for a moment before she crashes their mouths together.
