jean has very complicated feelings regarding her childhood. those feelings have developed over the years and have been influenced about what she has seen throughout her time outside of her family home. the feeling that jean has slowly been coming to terms with is this: that she would not want to subject a child to the kind of rigid training that she has lived through. and this, of course, translates into the dawning realisation that her childhood was not great ( even if she would not go as far as to say that it was bad because she has seen many who have a much worse childhood than she did ).
all her life, she was raised to believe that for mondstadt, there is no price that is too high to pay. but in more recent time, she does wonder if she would have it in herself to accept that one day, this might mean her own child. and maybe, she thinks, this is a weakness on her part --- a weakness her own mother clearly did not share . . . and that leaves her confused and out of her depth especially since there is nobody for her to have an honest and open conversation with, a conversation to explore the idea that maybe, the way she was raised was . . . not ideal.
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‘ ‘ excuse me, miss. ’ ’ the acting grandmaster’s voice was calm and steady, expertly hiding any nervousness she felt as she approached the flower seller. it was late and the other was surely on her way home, but jean had only finished her day’s work minutes ago --- and she needed flowers. were they for her, she might have postponed the purchase but --- ‘ ‘ would you happen to have any flowers left? preferably irises? ’ ’
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@lionnegis liked for a starter!
It takes Qiqi a few hours to realise that her herb-gathering quest has taken her beyond the map in her notebook, and into territories unknown. She stands in a place with entirely different topography now, mountains replaced with rolling hills and wooded straits. Though her memory did not often serve her well, in this instance, it could not serve her at all.
“ Qiqi… is lost. ” She speaks to herself more than anyone else, mind turning over what to do, how to get back on the right path. But if the universe is generous, someone may hear. “ What should Qiqi do… ”
these days, it was not often that jean patrolled these parts of mondstadt; in fact, it was rare for her to be away from her desk in the first place. but there had been information of the sort that warranted her attention and thus, she had been out in the wilderness since dawn, only for the trail to have turned cold near noon. and yet, she had chosen to --- for once --- not return to the city immediately and to conduct some . . . cursory searches of the wider surroundings herself instead. after all, the order was dangerously understaffed with so many knights gone, and eula was running reconnaissance elsewhere this week. it would not do for her not to cover as much of the remaining ground as she could.
jogging down a hill, she surveyed the area that stretched out in front of her and halted abruptly. for a split second, the small form made her think of the order’s very own spark knight, but klee favoured red to an extent that the idea of her wearing purple was immediately rejected. and, she thought, this child was far too calm.
‘ ‘ over here! ’ ’ she called out to the child as she sped up, jumping over a fallen tree and waving as she attempted to draw attention towards herself. jean had written the handbook that gave rather specific instructions on how to address travellers from afar, but they were meant for adults. ‘ ‘ don’t be afraid. ’ ’
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consider this a tentative starter call!!
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@wolvendomes sent: ‘ ‘ what’s so funny? ’ ’
her absentminded smile went out like a candle in a storm at the sudden words --- she had thought to be alone when she had grabbed her current book from her backpack to maybe finish the chapter before klee and albedo returned from their expedition and she would make good on her word that she would go . . . fish blasting with klee, but she should have remembered that with others present as well, someone might find her beneath this tree. were she a betting person, her money would have been on barbara, but it seemed that her younger sister was too happy to be in her element.
carefully placing her bookmark between the pages, she looked up to meet razor’s . . . curiosity? maybe, she did not know him enough to be able to truly tell. but how to explain this?
‘ ‘ --- it’s, it’s nothing really. the characters in my book, ’ ’ she lifted it, as if to empathise her point, ‘ ‘ just . . . how to best explain? hm, they did something silly. and i have seen similar things play out before so i am --- excited. ’ ’
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short and sweet prompts.
just. prompts that are short and sweet! and not so sweet. and relatively vague!
" it was an accident. "
" are you alright? "
" let me see. "
" tell me what happened. "
" be careful. "
" what's going on? "
" it wasn't your fault. "
" don't. "
" penny for your thoughts. "
" what happened back there? "
" i didn't mean that. "
" i'm sorry. "
" you deserve better. "
" did you do it? "
" we're out of time. "
" it's not what you think. "
" let's get out of here. "
" what's so funny? "
" shit! "
" that looks like it hurts... "
" we're gonna be okay. i promise. "
" wanna go for a walk? "
" come here. "
" i got you. "
" stay calm. "
" okay, now you're scaring me. "
" here, take my hand. "
" i love you. "
" i need to be honest with you. "
" no! "
" don't do this. "
" wait. "
" what is that? "
" who are you? "
" where are they? "
" it wasn't me. "
" yes! "
" you hungry? "
" i got you a blanket. "
" oh my god! "
" are you listening to me? "
" keep your eyes closed. "
" it will all be over soon. "
" take a deep breath. "
" you idiot! "
" you genius! "
" good god... "
" you look incredible. "
" i didn't know who else to go to. "
" don't lie to me. "
" i won't leave you. "
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concept: jean, eventually gaining a title that is hers alone rather than one that has been passed down for generations . . .
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jean’s tortoise berit is an indian star tortoise, also known as geochelone elegans. this specific genus of tortoises is best known for the starburst patterns on their shell which have earned them their common name. unlike some tortoise species, they are not native to mondstadt as they prefer a different climate and environment. nevertheless, with the proper care and some effort, they live quite happily in mondstadt as well.
berit was a gift jean received from her father for her eighth birthday, a gift she had shyly asked for, and for the days immediately following said date, she disappeared into the family library to ensure that she had the knowledge to appropriately care for her new pet as, and this had been stressed immediately, berit was her responsibility. at the time, the tortoise was very young and thus quite small and could not be left to roam the estate’s garden lest she would fall prey to birds, but she grew quite rapidly and eventually took up near permanent residence in the garden ( except for the winter months when the weather would have been much too cold ).
over the years, much of jean’s allowance was spent on the tortoise to ensure optimal care and more than once young jean despaired when her beloved pet turned down the special tortoise food she had unearthed in mondstadt’s pet store to munch on weeds instead.
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amdss.
diligent as ever, amdusias could not help but wonder if she ever set her duty aside to catch a breath, and how difficult it would be to achieve such a thing for someone who was practically a stranger to her. the circumstances were favourable, at least, and he found himself setting out on a self-imposed challenge. ❝ very much the opposite, they were entirely useless, ❞ he pointed out, and tugged his vest into place for a moment. ❝ maybe hanging out at the tavern might do you good– with the case, of course. ❞ a smile, a little on the sly side, followed his words. ❝ thieves like to return to the scene of the crime, to see how close they are to being discovered. it might get you a clue or two, and maybe a drink. ❞
blue eyes narrowed by a mere fraction and jean adjusted her ponytail. kaeya was the one who lurked in the dark corners of taverns and bars to gather intelligence for the knights because despite his years of service, people still tended to underestimate him --- and just how keen his ears were when secrets were in the air. despite ( or maybe because of ) her training, she had never had the necessary aptitude to achieve similar successes. ‘ ‘ mondstadt’s taverns are not my usual scene, ’ ’ she admitted as she tapped her thumb against her notebook’s spine. she would stand out like a sore thumb, but she was more than lightly discontent about this situation as it stood, and the implication made by a prior witness --- that perhaps the darknight hero should take over --- had been a stab at the knight’s pride. one she could not abide. ‘ ‘ the idea to keep an eye on the scene of the crime does have merit, admittedly. a stakeout might be in order. ’ ’
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amdss.
she was a hard-working, that much was certain. it seemed odd, to think someone so dedicated and pristine in her workflow to represent and protect a city founded by barbatos, of all people. it had a touch of irony, and made it rather odd that amdusias enjoyed the area mainly because he was usually left to his own devices. her words drew a small sigh from him, a hand coming up to ruffle his own hair briefly. truthfully, the details of the night were muddy, and he knew well enough that he would not care if he saw someone climbing through a window at night. ❝ maybe ? time flies, when you’re drinking away the evening. i’m afraid other ought to know better than me. ❞
jean was --- and perhaps this made her an unconventional daughter of mondstadt indeed --- anything but well-acquainted with its tavern culture and thus, she idly shrugged. ‘ ‘ if anything about it does come to mind, please inform the nearest knight of favonius, ’ ’ she said calmly, evenly although her thoughts were chasing after a stray thought, much like cat might chase after a ball of yarn. if this man could not confirm for certain that he had left the tavern around this time, the supposed witness’ account would have to be checked again. it would not do to be sloppy about this --- too much was at stake. ‘ ‘ thank you again, sir, ’ ’ she said as she thumbed through her notebook. ‘ ‘ your account was helpful indeed. i shan’t take up more of your time. ’ ’
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amdss.
how unfortunate that it hadn’t been him, that time. in any case, he usually stuck to a sleight of hand, rather than burgling. that, and he had no reason to steal more than a bit of food or wine, as he really did not particularly need most things mortals found so very vital. he eyed the other, head to toe, and took care to pay attention to her overall aura, too, eyes lingering on her vision. he liked it better than a cryo, or electro one, certainly. ❝ i spend my nights drinking, ❞ he tried, and shrugged gently. ❝ i saw nothing, but i would be glad to let you know if i ever do spot anything untoward. ❞
once upon a time, she might have visibly deflated, but that would be rather unbecoming. instead, she gave a brisk nod and came to a momentary halt as she pondered her options. it was not a pointless conversation, still. if he had seen nothing, she might have to double-check prior witness accounts for inconsistencies, but that was nothing he had to worry about. snapping out of her thoughts, she managed a smile. ‘ ‘ that would be very helpful and most definitely welcome, yes, ’ ’ she said slowly as she retrieved her notebook from her coat’s pocket. ‘ ‘ just to be completely sure and to avoid mistakes, you were leaving the nearby tavern just after midnight, correct? because that is what another witness said. ’ ’ and why the knights had hoped that he might have seen something to begin with.
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amdss:
@lionnegis asked: ‘ can i have a word? ’
➠ meme ! | accepting.
oh, boy; a conversation with the acting grandmaster of the knights of favonius ( what a mouthful ) when he was but a humble fiend ? it nearly had him crack a smile, head canted gently and arms folding before his chest– not in defense, but rather in idle, old patience. if any of his smaller cases of theft had been caught up on, then he was sure it would not be handled by the acting grandmaster herself. ❝ anything for the lionfang knight herself, of course. do go on. ❞
she scrutinised him, her curious gaze nevertheless guarded. the knight who had been meant to talk to this particular man had been called away as a prior obligation had popped up, and with half of the knights following grandmaster varka on his expedition, they were admittedly short-staffed. so short-staffed, in fact, that the idea of not covering for her subordinate was ludicrous --- who else was to do it? ‘ ‘ we are canvasing the area, ’ ’ she said as she folded her own arms neatly, sky blue eyes ever vigilant, ever searching. ‘ ‘ there was a break-in, just down the street, and we are trying to solve it quickly and smoothly. you are not a suspect, allow me to state this clearly. i only have a few questions --- perhaps you saw something? ’ ’
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finding out the heights of your internet friends is always the weirdest thing
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basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?
jean has --- and it is simultaneously one of the most admirable and most frustrating aspects of her --- an unparalleled sense of responsibility. it is how she was raised since her earliest childhood ( for mondstadt, as always ) and in her adulthood now, it is deeply ingrained into her personality. she has learnt that this is not healthy for her, her repeated ‘ off days ’ that landed her in barbara’s care have proven as much.
and yet, the reason why she very occasionally struggles with her workaholic nature is not because it puts a strain on her but rather because she knows that some of her fellow knights can easily see her involvement with everything, from the taxes to the lost cats of the city, as a sign of her not trusting them sufficiently to let them do their jobs. and this is not something she wants to convey at all!
hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?
she wishes to protect mondstadt and what is mondstadt if not its people with all their quirks? with all the little things that make them unique? hers is a city of song, of art. mondstadt’s people are proud and stubborn and spirited, but ( if you’ll forgive me for phrasing it like this ) most of them are lovers rather than fighters. and jean has said that she wishes to become the people’s aegis, but she does not just seek to protect their lives but also their spirit, the spark that makes them who they are. mondstadt would not be mondstadt without the softer things in life, without the laughter from the taverns and the dandelions that carry hopes and dreams to far-off places.
and one cannot protect mondstadt without protecting the soft things in life.
that being said --- since her younger years, she has allowed herself a fondness for romance novels so as dedicated as she is to her duty, she indulges in gentler things as well, now and then ( when her packed schedule permits ) and if lisa recommended a particularly interesting book, then she just sleeps a bit less to make room for the book in her day.
@amdss sent: basil and hibiscus!
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❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .
headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡
abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?
acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?
aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?
amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?
anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?
angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?
apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?
bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?
basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?
bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?
begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?
belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?
bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?
carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?
chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?
chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?
daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?
daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?
edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?
fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?
forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?
gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?
gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .
goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?
heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?
hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?
holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?
hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?
hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?
hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?
iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?
ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?
lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?
lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?
lily : how does your muse view their mother ?
lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?
magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .
marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?
mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?
nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .
oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?
pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?
parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .
peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?
poppy : what comforts your muse ?
rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?
rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?
sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?
salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?
snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?
southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?
sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?
tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?
violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?
willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?
zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?
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𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔
‘ i’ll find you again , wherever we end up next . ’
‘ the enormity of my desire disgusts me . ’
‘ please , one more kiss in the kitchen before we turn the lights off . ’
‘ i’ve been lost but i’m here now . you’re the only person who has ever been able to find me . ’
‘ almost dead yesterday , maybe dead tomorrow , but alive , gloriously alive , today . ’
‘ you are not broken . ’
‘ you can love and be loved , despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world . ’
‘ i did violence to my own heart . ’
‘ will i be forgiven for the sins i did not commit , but created ? ’
‘ i would never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun . ’
‘ i would rather break the world than lose you . ’
‘ i think you and i have known each other in a few lifetimes . ’
‘ i didn’t know . i had no idea how greedy my heart really was . ’
‘ is that why the idea of losing you torments me so much ? ’
‘ how long have i been without you ? ’
‘ am i foolish for wanting this ? it will end in flames . it always does . ’
‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth . i wish it was mine . ’
‘ if i love you , is that a fact or a weapon ? ’
‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us . ’
‘ and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be . ’
‘ it cannot be a mistake to have cared . it cannot be an error to have tried . it cannot be incorrect to have loved . ’
‘ finally , i plead guilty of adoring you . ’
‘ a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort . ’
‘ without realizing , i find it in myself that i cannot stop thinking about you . ’
‘ tomorrow , when i wake up , i promise , i will be better . ’
‘ someone has to leave first . this is a very old story . there is no other version of this story . ’
‘ when i imagine myself , i am always leaving . i couldn’t draw my own face if god asked . ’
‘ do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it ? ’
‘ i wanted to let go of the pain even though it was the last thing that felt alive from you . ’
‘ have i endured loneliness with grace ? ’
‘ i’ll be your slaughterhouse , your killing floor , your morgue and final resting , walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause i couldn’t make you love me and i am tired of pulling your teeth . ’
‘ and then my soul saw you and kind of went , ‘ oh , there you are . i’ve been looking for you . ’ ’
‘ sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body . ’
‘ i spent my life arguing how i mattered until it didn’t matter . ’
‘ who knew my haven would be my coffin ? ’
‘ dead is the safest i’ve ever been . ’
‘ i’ve never been so alive . ’
‘ you know what i was gonna tell you before , but didn’t have the nerve ? you got your name written all over me . i got my name written on you , too . ’
‘ you already are something . you always were . and you still have time to be . ’
‘ you know me by heart . it infuriates me that you know me by heart . ’
‘ why am i waiting for you ? hungering and thirsting for you in every cranny of my soul and even in my ribs ? ’
‘ you came with a handful of pain and a smile which broke the ground under my feet as the earthquake does when two people meet . ’
‘ the only good thing is that i’m getting used to suffering . ’
‘ the return to time was not my choice . ’
‘ we are built to live inside each other . this means we are built to ruin . ’
‘ time does not bring relief ; you all have lied . ’
‘ time does not know how to keep our hopes safe . ’
‘ you needed me so much that you had to end me . ’
‘ there are days where i am morbidly in love with you , and this is one of those days . ’
‘ i know no end to desiring you . ’
‘ i fear that i am both too much yet not enough . ’
‘ yes , yes , yes , i do like you . i am afraid to say the stronger word . ’
‘ a heart’s a heavy burden . ’
‘ life , as i see it , is all about farewells rather than reunions . ’
‘ heaven is real and you only had two minutes to prove it to me . ’
‘ it was already love . ’
‘ everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that they deserve it . ’
‘ i’ll love you until i forget how to . ’
‘ i’ll love you until i forget how to and then i’ll fall like my knees aren’t already bruised from doing it and i’ll remember why you’re worth the ache . ’
‘ of course i’ll hurt you . of course you’ll hurt me . of course we’ll hurt each other . but this is the very condition of existence . ’
‘ nothing makes me sadder and nothing makes me happier than you . ’
‘ i love you and i do not want to love you , it is too much and too difficult . ’
‘ grief is just love with no place to go . ’
‘ i felt my life with both my hands to see if it was there . ’
‘ you do this , you do . you take the things you love and you tear them apart . ’
‘ i hope it’s love . i’m trying really hard to make it love . ’
‘ if you touch me again i might burn up in the cold air . ’
‘ i asked you not to leave several times . ’
‘ i’ve only adored you lifetimes ago and here we are . it’s nice to see you again . ���
‘ all time ever does is pass and all i ever do is remember . ’
‘ i feel as though we were never strangers , you and i , not even for a moment . ’
‘ i’d choose you ; in a hundred different lifetimes , in a hundred worlds , in any version of reality , i’d find you and i’d choose you . ’
‘ nothing about this is soft but we pretend . ’
‘ maybe you and i are just a dream . ’
‘ i know you loved me too , you knew me , and it gladdens my heart . ’
‘ i promise i shall never give up and that i’ll die yelling and laughing . ’
‘ i don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision . ’
‘ the world was made so that we could find each other in it . ’
‘ you don’t meet the people you love , you recognize them . ’
‘ i think you and i have known each other a few lifetimes . ’
‘ this body knows fear like a front porch knows welcome – it is always coming home . ’
‘ i miss you more than i remember you . ’
‘ if i could have done it all again , i would have loved you better . but i could not have loved you more . ’
‘ we could have been happy . i know that , and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know . ’
‘ you want a better story . who wouldn’t ? ’
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