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Bring You Trouble

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“I know you care and that you’re hurting but…” he took her hand, “I know you love me too.”

He held her eyes, hands trembling in hers. She knew he was hoping for her to say those words but they wouldn’t grace her tongue. She loved him, she really did… but she was afraid.

“Being with me will only bring you trouble,” she breathed. Her eyes falling to his hands that tightened at those words. “I’m not a person who can stay in one place…”

 

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Dialogue Prompt: Stop Pining

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They walked side-by-side down the hallway. Neither spoke. Neither really had to speak after everything they had gone through. She hated to admit Argo was right. She was happy to have considered what the Shadow had said and found herself a guard all on her own. It wasn’t like Charn would allow Gornard back into the Gryphon Guard after his recent misconduct.

There came laughter from the walkway leading to the training grounds, as she caught herself glancing up for a moment to see the squirrel faced girl clinging to Cael’s arm. The sight of them together made her stomach gurgle and chest burn, but she knew her bitter jealousy wouldn’t erase her lack of action.

“Yah’re gonna have to stop that,” Gornard grumbled.

“Stop what?” Liora’s attention jumped back to the large man beside her, who glanced down at her with his golden eyes.

“Pinin’. If yah ain’ gonna fix it yah might as well let him go.” He took a deep breath seeing the girl look down at her hands to pick at her nails. “He means a lot to yah, eh?”

She nodded. “More than you know…”

“Then show ‘im that. If yah care, show him that yah care.”

“How?” She felt him give her a gentle push forward in the direction Cael and Milly had disappeared.

“Yah’ll know when yah see him.”

Dialogue Prompt: This is a game

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“Why aren’t you taking this more seriously?” He growled, slamming a flat hand against the wall before turning back to face the woman who continued to adjust her dress in the body-length mirror. “This isn’t a game. There are lives at stack. Your life in particular!”

She stopped, lifting her eyes to connect with his reflection in the mirror. Her face a void of all expression, unable to be read no matter how hard he tried. Something he had said had pulled her out of the trance she was in, but what?

“This is a game and we are the pawns,” she breathed, turning to face the man in the center of her room. “If you didn’t realize that by now, no wonder why you are so unclear about your path.”

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