Hostile/Enemies Sentence Starters

Hostile/Enemies sentence starters

“You are not my friend! You never were!”

“Don’t make me hurt you!”

“I swear, I won’t hesitate to punch you!”

“Don’t try and act friendly with me.”

“I will have my revenge on you. This, I promise.”

“Come any closer and you’ll regret it.”

“That’s not a threat, its a promise.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Consider us enemies.”

“This knife isn’t for show. I know how to use it.”

“We could never be friends.”

“Don’t hurt me, please…”

“You can run, but you can’t hide!”

“Stay away from me, you monster!”

divinaaquis:

“Well, even if he trusts you, I don’t. You do anything funny and you’ll regret it, you hear me?”

Mikleo eyes the kitsune with a hint of suspicion.

“Don’t take advantage of his kindness, Lunarre.”

Lunarre frowns. He knew what to expect, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He certainly didn’t have to take it. Especially not from a high strung seraph brat.

“Look. I’ve been raised from the time I could hold a blade to know a perfect opportunity when I see one. I’ve had hundreds over the past months I’ve spent watching over you people. The great and powerful Shepherd is safe from me.”

He sighed.

“I’m no overnight saint. I know that. I’m still this. I’m still oozing malevolence. And you know what? I want to keep it that way. Not because I like it. Not because I think this is a fine and dandy way to be. But because it’s like this that I’m useful against that rabid lion bastard who wants to destroy the world. The world I live in.”

LOL TRUE

shepherdiing:

Lunarree.

Why did he get the sneaking suspicion he was being guilt tripped, in a way? Still, Sorey can’t deny that they ARE friends… sort of. Somehow. And the foxish man has a point. ❛ Okay, ❜ he responds tentatively. ❛ Do you have a brush? ❜

Lunarre whipped out a brush before the boy could finish his question. His smile widened. Gotcha.

“Be gentle,” he said. “Don’t yank it like Rose does. And for the love of peace, don’t sing any stupid songs like Lailah. That woman is obsessed with my hair. Sometimes I think she might cut it off and... I don’t want to think what.”

He shuddered. The girls of the group devolved from reasonably intelligent ladies to bickering children over his long, soft golden locks. They were either angry their hair wasn’t as luxurious, or they desperately wanted to brush it themselves - whether Lunarre liked it or not. And then there was Zaveid, who had joined the latter camp and was no help at all. It was a nightmare.

Luckily, Lunarre had managed to escape their wistful eyes and found Sorey, the perfect candidate for Assistant Brusher. Mikleo was not nearly as easy to manipulate.

Satisfied, the hellion promptly sat down and crossed his legs, waving the brush in his hand for Sorey to take.

“Here ya go. The sooner you start, the sooner it’s over.”

shepherdiing:

Lunarree.

Sorey just laughed awkwardly, eyeing the brush a moment. ❛ I’ll do my best to refrain from both of those. ❜ He had heard the fuss that was made over the hellion’s bounty of golden locks though the reasoning was lost on Sorey. Sure it was nice, but it was just hair. Then again, the girls tended to be pretty serious about the stuff ( a brief flashback to their ganging up on him over being innocently ignorant over barrettes and other hair accessories ). Well, at least they had something to bond over?

He took the brush and moved to sit down behind the taller being. ❛ I guess it’s pretty hard to brush out on it’s own, huh? ❜ The shepherd mused the obvious, trying to figure out just where he was support to start. Lunarre’s wild mane was even more wild than usual, knotted from the wind and the rain. Truth be told it was a little intimidating, but Sorey was prepared to tackle the task with the determination he showed towards everything in life.

Thankfully he was considerate enough to try and be as careful as he could be. The brush began to work through the hellion’s hair, fingers doing what they could to try and ease the tangles. ❛ Tell me if I hurt you. ❜

"Mm."

Part of him felt like laughing. The irony was so thick you could cut it with a butcher knife. A few months prior the Shepherd would have had no choice but to hurt him, and Lunarre would have had no qualms about a fight if it came to one. Anything to get rid of nuisances. Anything to get stronger.

Now, sitting in silence as Sorey brushed, Lunarre became painfully aware of the boy sitting directly behind him. Such a peaceful scene felt... wrong. The shame and discomfort that had gnawed him since joining the group redoubled its efforts and tore at his defences.

It made him sick. Worse, it made him think about things he shouldn’t.

Had anything really changed? Wasn’t he just right back where he had been back then?

Gripping the fabric of his trousers, the hellion forced himself to focus on the sound of the brush running through his hair. It calmed him a little, but he knew what his presence did to the pure and good.

"Is it really alright for you to be so close to someone like me?” he asked quietly. “I could corrupt you. Who’ll purify the world then?”