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[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Cari Quinn.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of Cari Quinn.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a Cari Quinn sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clothes disappeared quickly. What Elle couldn't shed with ease herself, Mal helped her with. But even that small measure of patience disappeared as he glimpsed her push-up bra and the tiny scrap of panties she'd worn in the hopes of getting to see this very look in his eyes as he peeled them off later.\n\nFeeling guilty all the while, because she'd found happiness in the center of tragedy. A victory for her, absolutely, but what about Jules and Tris?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were grieving so much, and here she was, about to lose herself in Mal. Again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't.\"\n\nThe soft word shook her out of her trance. She blinked down at him, shaking forward her hair so it draped over them both. Cocooning them. He gripped her jaw and brought her mouth to his, kissing her gently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "More gently than she'd known he was capable of, though he had a way of surprising her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stay with me,\" he said against her lips, and she knew he didn't just mean in the apartment. He meant in the moment.\n\nThis beautiful, perfect moment that she wouldn't have guessed in a million years could be theirs.\n\n\"Not going anywhere.\" She dug her knees into his hips and rubbed the heel of her hand over his belly, inching low enough to tease the waistband of his boxers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The outline of his big, hard cock was making her crazy, but she wanted to take her time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To not rush through every second as if they wouldn't get another.\n\n\"No, you are not.\"\n\nHe rubbed his lips over hers as he teased her nipples through the cups of her bra. His calloused thumbs stroked the tight tips, making her breath catch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tipped back her head, offering him everything." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even the parts of herself she'd never given away to anyone. They were his for the taking.\n\nHe kissed his way down her throat as he filled his hands with her breasts. The hot sweep of his mouth just above the delicate fabric that held her in made her shudder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "God, she was soaked already." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She squirmed against him, positioning herself so she had his thick cock between her legs, just separated by a few layers of fabric.\n\n\"Fuck, you feel good. So wet for me already.\" He cupped her between her thighs and she let out a moan, closing her eyes.\n\nAs much as she wanted this to last, she ached." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So much. She rocked to get more friction on her clit as he closed his mouth around her nipple, helpless to stop clenching around nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Him inside her was what she needed. Maybe they could go fast first, and slow things down later—\n\nThe door slammed against the wall. Elle jumped and would've fallen off Mal's lap entirely if he hadn't grabbed her waist, halfway righting her as two people stormed into the apartment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh dear God, there were people in the apartment, and she was naked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And she was related to one of them. Had shared a womb with him, in fact.\n\n\"What the hell are you doing?\" she yelled.\n\n\"What the hell are you doing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nick shouted back at precisely the same time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mal stared at them for a second before shaking his head and grabbing a throw off the back of the couch. \"That was the weirdest, sorta cool thing I've ever seen in my life.\" He drew the fabric around Elle, who was still glaring at her insane brother.\n\nShe got that Nicky was overprotective." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most of the time, she even loved him for it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But keeping her from getting her horny on was the lowest of the low.\n\n\"Twins,\" Lila explained with a sigh. \"And they're fraternal. You should see my set. It's even worse.\"\n\n\"Way too many of them around.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's hereditary sometimes. Just so you know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since Nick was still staring at Elle, who was still staring back, Mal must've felt the weight of keeping this strange-as-fuck conversation going. \"Um, thanks for the warning.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry I couldn't keep the secret any longer, Ricki. I tried to call you to warn you he'd pulled the whole thing out of me and was on a tear,\" Lila said. \"But your phone was off.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elle didn't respond. She had other truth bombs to worry about just then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Having twins is not hereditary. At least not the way Nick told you. He just wants to pretend he has super sperm.\" Elle propped her fist on her hip, nearly displacing the throw.\n\nSo what if they saw something? They were the ones who had so rudely stormed into her private sex act." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you going on about? And I want to know what you're doing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nick jutted his chin at Mal. \"With him, no less.\"\n\nLila held up a hand. \"Now I want to know what you're talking about. Twins aren't hereditary?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They are, but only in the case of fraternal ones and the genes only affect the female. So, me, yes, I could have fraternal twins. That jackass who just ruined my evening? Not so much. The reason you have twins wasn't because of his genetic code, sorry to say. Your girls could both have fraternal twins though, because he would've passed on his genes to them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elle jerked her good shoulder. \"Identical is just an egg splitting. You got lucky, Li. Or unlucky, depending how you view it. But he didn't have a damn thing to do with it. So there.\"\n\nLila frowned and glanced at Nick. \"Hmm.\"\n\nNicky, however, wasn't paying attention." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stomped forward and stuck his finger in Elle's face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We are not discussing your high school biology class recollections right now. We are discussing why you are on his lap, and why apparently you have been on his lap ever since you left California.\"\n\n\"Wow, and I missed that? Damn, guess I better start paying more attention.\" Mal curled his arm around her lazily and Elle smothered a smirk.\n\nUntil Nicky turned his ire on Mal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't ask you to speak. Did I? No.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, but then again, I didn't invite you into my apartment either. How did you get in anyway?\"\n\n\"We followed someone in,\" Lila explained before Nick could.\n\n\"Seems to be the explanation of the day,\" Mal said, glancing at Elle.\n\nShe tugged the throw tighter and went back to glaring at her jerk of a twin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lila told me what was going on. She didn't want to,\" Nick added as Elle started to interrupt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She'd been sworn to secrecy or some such shit. But I knew something was up with you, Ricki. Barely answering my texts, evasive when I call. Hardly ever initiating your own. Today at the service, all cuddled close to Mal until someone saw you. I can't believe you. Are you really that keen on self-destruction?\"\n\n\"Watch it,\" Mal growled. \"You're about to cross the line.\"\n\n\"Am I?\" Nick demanded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Or am I just telling the truth? Why else would my sister get involved with a guy who not only helped cause his fiancée's death, but also then did favors for his ex-stepmother to make sure the story got covered up?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elle jolted, either from what Nick had said or from the way Mal's body braced as if he'd just taken a punch. \"Favors? Is that what you call it when Lila pulls in her markers and insists he do her bidding?\"\n\n\"She did it to help you, for God's sake.\"\n\n\"I know that. I know that,\" Elle repeated, glancing at Lila again to soften her words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Something else I know is all about that story. He told me already.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shrugged again, ignoring the pain in her shoulder.\n\nOkay, so Mal had left out the part about the woman being his fiancée, but he'd mentioned the rest. For him, he'd practically been verbose.\n\n\"This is a new relationship for us,\" she said into the silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're not going to know every detail about each other from day one. But we've been in a band and lived on the same bus for the last few years, and you know, we have some people in common.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She lifted her eyebrows at Lila.\n\n\"So that means you don't care he apparently has a thing for people with drug issues?\"\n\nBecause she knew Nicky was upset, she gave him a pass. A hard one, and if he kept it up, his next comment was going to lead him to getting his butt thrown into the hall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He told me she was an addict. There are a few of us in the world, just FYI. But you know what else? If he hadn't told me all that yet, it would've been okay too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elle flashed her brother a saccharine-sweet smile. \"Though I do have a magic vagina, I don't consider it truth serum. If there's stuff in his past he hasn't told me yet, I'm going to give him the time to do so. Just as he's giving me that time.\"\n\nWith that said, she finally climbed off Mal's lap and plopped down beside him on the couch. She wasn't even sure he was still breathing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Nicky's face was beet-red." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Was magic vagina going too far?\" She pretended to examine her nails. \"Oh well.\"\n\n\"No, I think it was the perfect touch actually.\" Lila stepped forward and gripped Nick's arm. \"We're leaving now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. Not yet.\" Nick's shoulders were brutally tense as he gazed at Mal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've already dealt with one dude who turned his back on you when you needed help, Ricki. You don't need another one. Especially since he has a history of it.\"\n\nMal didn't try to defend himself. He just sat there silently, as remote as a statue. Gone somewhere else in his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, Mal definitely is the sort of guy to turn his back on me. You have that exactly right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elle forged on even as Mal stiffened even more beside her, if that was even possible. \"That's why he was the one who kept an eye on me all night when I got drunk and took Molly in NY.\"\n\nThe expression of pure pain that crossed her brother's face triggered an answering one inside her, and she cupped her good arm over her belly to stave it off. She had to say the rest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To get it all out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I nearly went off the rails. I slipped and I fell. And if he hadn't been there, reminding me of all I had to lose—meaning you and Li, and the girls, and my career—I probably would've kept falling. He didn't have to do that. It wasn't like I made it easy on him. But he didn't make it easy on me either. He didn't coddle me, because he understood the absolute last thing an addict needs is someone already believing they're doomed to fail.\"\n\nShe stood and went to Nicky, wrapping her arms around him. He didn't move, and he definitely didn't return the hug.\n\nBut she didn't stop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He helped me to see how much I have. How much I'm worth. I'm not there yet. I may never be there,\" she whispered against Nick's leather jacket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You may hate me now, and I wouldn't blame you. But the one thing you don't have to doubt is that I'm still trying. I'm trying with everything I am.\"\n\n\"I couldn't fucking hate you. I never did.\" Nicky curled his arms around her and she let out a sob as she buried her face in his chest. \"You're my heart. You always were, even when you were besting me at my own damn instrument.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sniffling, she eased back and smiled as he knuckled away one of her tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't have to worry about that now, huh?\"\n\n\"She's starting PT soon.\" Mal spoke before anyone else could. \"So she'll get it back.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elle laughed weakly, shaking her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"See? If this is what not caring looks like, then somehow I've never found it before in my entire life. That isn't even why I'm falling for him. It's because he makes me feel alive in a way I never have before. Like myself, but better.\" She glanced over her shoulder at Mal and rubbed at the tear dripping off her chin. \"I hope I'm doing the same for him, since, you know, he could smile more. Just for a change of pace.\"\n\nMal held her gaze for a long, humming moment before he cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nick, can I talk to you alone for a minute?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elle glanced between them. \"Sure, I make a lovely speech then I'm shuffled out of the room.\"\n\n\"No,\" Nicky said finally, shifting her in his arms until she faced the sofa where Mal sat, his expression as hard and impassive. But his eyes were not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were hot and filled with so much emotion that she couldn't be afraid of what he'd tell her brother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Already, she trusted him. That bond had been forged through fire, and nothing and no one could break it now.\n\nThe short time they'd been together didn't matter. The years of jabbing at each other and being general pains in each other's asses didn't count either, except to give them a foundation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even when she would've sworn the guy hated her, he'd kicked the ass of her ex-boyfriend when he'd dared to cheat on her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd always had her back, from day one. And now she would do the same for him.\n\n\"If you want privacy, I'll give it to you,\" she said quietly. \"Nicky may not like it, but he'll deal. Lila and I will go in the other room and discuss why becoming a lesbian is still a viable choice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mal scraped a hand over his head, then clenched the back of his neck. \"No. Stay. I was taking the coward's way out, but you didn't let me.\"\n\nShe waited.\n\n\"Cassalia was a fan back when I raced. She came to every one of them, and she asked for autographs and all that. She wasn't the only one. There were other women, and some men too. We liked the support, but it always made me nervous. The line between polite professionalism and going too far is narrow. And I crossed it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to make some off-the-cuff joke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nearly did until she caught herself. She was a good listener when it came to being there for a friend, but God, knowing he was in pain was almost too much for her. She wanted to erase it. End this conversation and kick out Li and her brother, even though they were her heart as much as she was Nicky's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But right now, Mal was her priority." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He also wasn't done talking.\n\n\"At first, it was just the usual thing. Same story we see all the time at the shows. Guy likes having a chick fawning all over him, so he enjoys the perks that come with it. She was beautiful and I was young and stupid. For a long time, I didn't see what she was into. That she was getting into it deeper all the time.\" He hissed out a breath. \"Hell, I can't even claim she was the only one I was with. She wasn't. She knew it, but doesn't make it right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nicky's arms tightened around her and he tipped his head against hers, but he didn't interrupt. Neither did she." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Months passed and she seemed to be doing better. We were spending more time together, and the other women were out of the picture. I figured the same for her, that I was the only man in her life. Somehow we ended up engaged. I don't even really know how. I hadn't even thought about it, then there was a ring in my hand and we were going to get married. But one night I came over and she was in bed with her ex. There was drug stuff on the dresser. I barely even noticed it. To say I dumped her because she relapsed would probably be giving me more credit than I deserve. I dumped her because she wasn't faithful. Period.\"\n\n\"You don't have to tell us all of this,\" Elle whispered. \"Not now, and not ever if you don't want to. I won't force it out of you.\"\n\n\"That's exactly why I can tell you. Because you just sat here and gave me the benefit of the doubt. You trusted me, and do you have reason to? No. I fucking treated you like crap for years, because I wasn't going to fall for another woman who would never see me the same way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heart racing, she bit her lip and waited." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The drugs were an issue, yes. Of course they were. But I wanted to believe she was doing better. That I could love her enough to fix her. It just doesn't work like that. She wasn't betraying me by relapsing. Even what she did while she was high wasn't totally her fault. I still needed a break. Some space.\" He leaned forward and locked his hands over his knees. \"She killed herself next to the track where I had a race one night. Just shot herself up with whatever it was she was on and it must've been a bad batch because she died. Or she took too much. Did she intend to die? I don't know for sure. Didn't matter. Word on the street was she killed herself because I used her and broke her heart, and that was that.\"\n\n\"So you walked away from all of it,\" Elle murmured, grateful she had Nicky to lean against." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though she wanted very much for it to be Mal right now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And for him to be able to lean on her too.\n\n\"The joy was gone. I loved her and whatever mistakes we'd both made, there weren't any do-overs. Time's so fucking short. I wasted so much of it pretending these past couple of years. I don't want to anymore.\"\n\n\"Me either,\" she said. \"Well, not that I was pretending not to like you. I really didn't.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His smile was probably the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in her life, outside the excitement on her nieces' adorable faces on Christmas morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But then you didn't really let me see you. You gave me glimpses and they always disappeared so fast I thought I imagined them. But I didn't.\" She squeezed her brother's hand before walking away from him to curl into Mal's side.\n\nHe looped his arm around her and held on as she rested her forehead against his.\n\n\"We both know all too well that no one is promised tomorrow. Even good, decent people don't always get what they deserve.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her throat clogged as she gripped his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I don't want to be anywhere else than where I am right now, here with you.\"\n\nHe smiled again, and for the briefest second, her tears were reflected in his eyes. The alternative was more than she could comprehend.\n\n\"Me too,\" he murmured. \"Me fucking too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay, now we're leaving,\" Lila said from behind them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If Elle wasn't mistaken, she heard a sniffle. \"C'mon, Nicholas. We have some high school biology to research.\"\n\nElle couldn't help snorting as she shifted to give them a quick wave. \"I'll see you soon.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dinner this week,\" Lila said as she tugged Nick with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Both of you are invited.\"\n\nOnly Elle heard Mal's groan. She hoped.\n\n\"Sounds great. We'll figure it out.\"\n\nAt the doorway, Nicky stopped and turned, pointing at Mal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've still got my eye on you. Hurt her and you'll be singing falsetto without the benefit of lessons.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd expect nothing less.\" The second Nicky shut the door behind them, Mal added, \"Not sure you could pull it off, but I'm sure you'd try.\"\n\nElle giggled and snuggled up against his chest. \"So where were we?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stroked her hair." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was about to take you into the bedroom and make love to you the right way.\"\n\nShe grinned. \"Dear God, if this has been the wrong way thus far, not sure I can survive right.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide four sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ The Queen Always Wins ]\n\n\"Hold the fuck up, Riggs! Slow your roll, motherfucker.\"\n\nI thought Kane was big and scary, but this dude – camo pants, guns strapped to his hips and thighs, and bulging biceps stretching his shirt – has to be at least seven feet tall.\n\nSeven whole sandwiches tall!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nuh-uh. No way.\" He lifts a hand and points back to the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You come in here with her, you bring a fuckin' war to my place. My loyalties ain't with you, Goldilocks. Bish know you're running with his girl? 'Cause if he doesn't, it's kinda my responsibility to represent.\"\n\nHe pulls the gun from his thigh and aims it right at Ang's chest.\n\n\"Oh, shit.\" Stunned, I cry out and work to push Ang away from danger, but he simply loops his fingers with mine and holds me still.\n\nAnd smiles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're fucking smiling?\" I slam my fist into his ribs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're smiling at the Hulk with a gun?\"\n\n\"Relax. Spence, cool your shit. And don't call me Riggs.\"\n\n\"Get her out of here, then go stand in front of Bish's gun.\" His dark eyes come to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm disappointed in you, little girl. I thought you were cool, but you jump bros? What the fuck is it with chicks jumping bros? It's a damn epidemic.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Umm…\"\n\n\"Spence! Put your fuckin' gun down,\" Ang growls. \"It was funny, now it's not. This isn't Jess. This is Laine.\"\n\n\"You change your name, girl? Because Bish will still find you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Twins!\" Ang drags me forward and pushes the gun aside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pushes the gun aside! \"Spence, you already met Jess. Jess is Bish's girl. This is Laine, her twin sister. This one's mine.\"\n\nHis?\n\nSpence lifts a scarred brow. \"Yours?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I mean…\" He clears his throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I meant my friend. Laine, my friend. This is Spence. Spence, this is Laine. Don't touch her.\"\n\nThe man stops mid step and grins. \"You're twins?\"\n\nI'm fucking shaking. \"Yes, sir. Identical.\"\n\nCircling us, circling me, he re-holsters that gun and scratches his jaw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You sure are. Fuck me sideways and call me Betsy Ballbuster, there're two of 'em?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kane isn't coping so well,\" Ang laughs. \"He's got two in his house now.\"\n\n\"Both?\" Spence's brow lifts. \"So you're still Bish's girl?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He reaches for his thigh again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No!\" Ang turns with Spence's circling, continually putting himself between me and this man. \"Kane only gets one, he only wants the one. He's just confused by the fact there's two of them. I grew up with them.\"\n\n\"You grew up with Jess?\" He says her name like they're friends from way back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Who the hell is my sister associating with?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You grew up with two mini blondes that look exactly the same?\"\n\n\"Yeah, then Kane turns up and snatches one away from us. Next thing we know, she can handle guns and is on first name basis with thugs.\"\n\nThis man – scary beyond comprehension, but handsome in a way my terrified mind struggles to process – flashes a boyish grin and stops circling. \"That's my boy; teaches his girl to look after herself. I didn't expect anything less.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Right. Now Laine wants to learn.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah?\" He studies me, from my black sneakered feet, up jeaned legs, to my hoodie covered torso.\n\nAng watches Spence before he glances back at me, notices my shaking hands, and tucks me behind his back. \"Actually, can we talk a sec?\"\n\n\"My office?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah.\" Ang turns and takes my hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can you wait here for a sec? I promise I'll be quick–\"\n\n\"No.\" I step in, pushing away the thoughts that tap on my memory. \"You promised.\" My lips quiver. \"You promised you wouldn't go.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just for a minute. Not even a whole minute. You're safe out here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He turns to Spence. \"Anyone else here?\"\n\n\"Nope. It's six fuckin' thirty in the morning. Who else is stupid enough to be at a gun range at this hour?\"\n\n\"See?\" Ang turns back to me. \"No one else is here. I'll just be over–\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turns to point at a door, an office door, but I step back and hold my stomach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sickness is back. \"No. You promised.\" When my eyes itch, his shoulders droop. \"I'm just gonna go home. Forget I mentioned anything.\"\n\n\"No.\" He snags my hand when I turn away. \"Don't leave.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I changed my mind. I don't want this anymore. I want to go home.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\" He twines his fingers with mine and closes his eyes to think. \"Spence. No office.\" Ang turns to face the man watching me have a breakdown. \"I'm not leaving her. I promised.\"\n\n\"Suits me.\" Spence folds his arms and watches me closely. \"Speak, Riggs.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah.\" He blows out a heavy breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Exactly that. You remember that thing we did. That movie we watched?\"\n\n\"Mm.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" His eyes flick between Spence's and mine. He's trying to talk in code." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He's trying to talk about me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just don't touch her, okay? We're here to learn, she wants me. Teach us, but don't touch.\"\n\n\"Oh…\" He studies me a moment too long. \"Oh! Okay. I've gotcha, playa. I got just the thing.\"\n\nTrue to his word, Ang doesn't leave my side once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Spence shows us through his complex, and the entire time we move and discuss guns, Ang's hand remains wrapped around mine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Strangely, it doesn't freak me out.\n\n\"I'm gonna set you up with a nine-millimeter,\" Spence starts as we move through a heavily locked room. Walls and walls of displayed guns, it's like he's a genuine collector and he's showing us the VIP section. \"Your sister learned on a nine, as well.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My sister learned? She knows how to shoot?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gun in hand, he walks around me like he just can't figure out if the twin thing is a guise. On the third or fourth revolution, he leans in close and sniffs me.\n\nHe fucking sniffs me! Which results in a panicked squeak and me scrambling against Angelo's side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She did. She's good at it, too, but her teacher is the best marksman I know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You?\"\n\n\"No. I'm the second-best marksman I know. Bish taught Jessie. He showed her how to hit a bullseye from fifty feet away. You've got big shoes to fill, missy. You think you're up to it?\"\n\n\"Um…\"\n\nChuckling, he stops at a metal table and disassembles the heavy gun he took down from the wall. \"Glock .45.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've seen this gun before.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I look up and meet Spence's eyes. \"This is Kane's gun.\"\n\nHe winks. \"This is the same as Bish's gun. Correct. This ain't his, because if he left his laying around and not on his body, I'd be disappointed.\" He snaps the gun back together, holds it by the barrel, and offers it to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry. It's unloaded.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I accept the heavy metal and gauge its weight.\n\n\"This is the same gun Jessie learned with, so I figure, twins, right?\" He narrows his eyes. He still doesn't believe that I'm not cheating on Kane." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two hands. It's ambi, so you can use it with either hand. But you, my pretty little flower, will use both hands. It has a little kick, but it won't smack your face so long as you're paying attention.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay.\" I rotate it in my hands and react strangely when Ang moves closer to glance over my shoulder. When his broad chest touches my back, his hands rest on my hips, and his breath tickles my neck, I don't freak out.\n\nWith a gun in my hand, and this giant dude in my face, Ang's touch does strange things to my blood.\n\nIt's almost like a sizzling of electricity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A compulsion to step back so we're flush from top to toe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll run you through the first set.\" Spence turns on his feet and walks away. He doesn't ask us to follow, he doesn't have to say a damn thing; his presence commands obedience. \"I'm gonna put you in a booth today. Set you up with a target and an unlimited supply of rounds.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Rounds?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bullets.\" He pushes through a heavy door and glances back. \"Most people come in here, get their fifteen rounds, and they leave again. Jessie shot more than three hundred on her first day here.\"\n\n\"Three hundred?\"\n\n\"Kane demands nothing but perfection, little girl. She got through more than three hundred before he called it a day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is she good at it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Giving a serious nod, he collects glasses and ear protection as we move through, and the whole time, Ang's hand remains on me; on my hip, on the small of my back, twined with my fingers.\n\nMy body is hypersensitive.\n\nThat alone isn't a strange sensation for me; I've been hypersensitive for two years. Every germ that skittered across my flesh, every hair follicle, every speck of dust could be felt and needed to be washed away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, the sensitivity isn't new, but the strange giddiness that moves through my blood is." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I like Ang touching me.\n\nWhere the fuck did that come from?\n\n\"Are you listening, girl?\"\n\n\"Hm?\" I jump back when Spence's slightly crooked nose stops a mere three inches from mine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sorry. I was listening.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You were not.\" Narrowing his eyes, he shakes his head and steps back. \"Lane one for the girl that claims her name isn't Jessie. You get unlimited rounds. Unlimited time. You don't have to rush out.\"\n\n\"Do you have other people coming in today?\"\n\n\"Not till this afternoon, so the place is yours till then. I'm going back to bed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bed?\" I turn when he steps away. \"You live here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, and you assholes woke me up. I didn't go to sleep till four. Riggs woke me three seconds after I closed my eyes. I'm crashing until I have to get up again.\"\n\n\"You're not staying to teach me?\"\n\n\"Nope. Your tutor is capable and standing right behind you. I don't teach the pretty girls that are already taken. That shit would get weird fast, and I'm not interested in fighting a dude just to get some ass. Especially when I already have ass back in my bed waiting for me.\"\n\nA growl rips its way up Angelo's throat and simply makes Spence grin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just keepin' it real, brother. Have fun. You know where everything is. This place is soundproofed, so if you got noisy or whatever…\" He flashes a grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or whatever.\" Whistling under his breath, Spence walks across the spartan concrete bunker space and swings a heavy steel door open. Stepping through, he turns back and tips a non-existent hat. \"Stay safe, friends. Call me when you're done.\"\n\n\"He's…\" As soon as the door crashes closed, I turn to Angelo and shake my head. \"He's strange.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He nods. \"I know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And he's your friend? What the hell kind of friends do you have, Angelo? What happened to hanging out with normal people?\"\n\nChuckling, he places his hand on the small of my back and jockeys me toward my lane. \"He's Kane's friend, not mine. Here we go.\" He takes the still unloaded gun from my hand and starts doing… something with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll set you up in rounds of fifteen. Fifteen bullets, stop, check your target, reload.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You didn't answer my question back at the house.\"\n\nDistractedly, he simply makes the 'hmm' sound in his throat.\n\n\"I asked if you still had the gun from that day at the club. You said no, but you didn't say if you'd kept learning.\" I watch his skilled hands work the gun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hands that can play an instrument." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hands that can rebuild an engine. And evidently, hands that can load a gun. \"Looks to me like the answer is yes.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Sorta. I got a gun and took it out to the old haunted house. You remember the one?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shrugs. \"I kept going out there. Eventually I learned to hit a bottle cap from about thirty paces away. Took a long time, lots of bullets, lots of patience.\"\n\n\"Why didn't you come in here?\" I accept the plastic glasses and slide them over my face. \"If Alex caught you shooting at Popcorn Palace, he'd get mad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Alex is always mad, so I don't let his moods dictate my actions. And I didn't know this place existed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning to face me, he slowly lifts the earmuffs, and when I nod, places them over my ears. As gentle as a fingertip on a soap bubble, he pushes my hair behind my ears, breathing on my forehead as he works.\n\nMy heart races. Not so long ago, it would be racing because he's too close and I need to back up. Today, it races because he's so close, and yet…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you hear me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I flash a smile that only widens when his eyes drop to my mouth. \"Yes, Sensei.\"\n\nHe chuckles and plops muffs over his own ears. \"Alright.\" He picks up the gun with a nervous swallow and places it in my hands. Turning me to face the targets, he stands behind me and places his hands on my hips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your gun is live. Don't point it at yourself. Don't point it at me. Don't even point it at Spence, no matter how much he annoys you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I snicker, his hands tighten on my hips.\n\n\"Don't point a gun at any human being unless you intend to shoot them. It's not a game. Guns aren't toys.\"\n\n\"So leaving one in the bread box is…\"\n\n\"Bad.\" I feel his shaking head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's bad, and Bish deserves a kick in the nuts for doing that. You need to focus. Your target's up; aim for the center dot. Aim for his chest. Big target; more likely to hit.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay.\" Silliness aside, my hands begin to shake.\n\n\"It won't bounce back so long as you stay strong. Concentrate on that dot, and don't forget to breathe.\"\n\n\"Did you ever forget to breathe and pass out while shooting?\"\n\nHe snorts. \"Did I forget to breathe? Yeah, a thousand times. Did I pass out? No. Concentrate.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His breath fans my neck so the loose tendrils of my hair tickle my flesh. \"Breathe. Aim.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands slide along my ribs and up to my arms. I don't think he means to touch as intimately as he does, he's just trying to teach me this skill, but even with a live gun in my hands, I still manage to focus on the way he makes my heart race.\n\nHe slides them along my arms until they cover mine. \"Safety off. Your pointer finger stays off the trigger until the very last second. If your finger's on the trigger, that means you're ready to shoot now. You ready?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I trap my bottom lip between my teeth and nod. \"Okay. I'm ready.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll bite a hole in your lip if you do that. Let it go.\" Before I can ask how he knows, he chuckles. \"I can hear it. I've known you a long time. Release your lip, relax your shoulders, breathe.\"\n\nI study the black and white paper human hung from the ceiling twenty or so feet away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Standing in a tiny booth with walls surrounding me on the left and the right, a counter in front of me, and a large body behind, my heart pounds as I slide my finger along the cold steel. \"Angelo?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mm?\"\n\n\"Why does Spence call you Riggs?\"\n\nHis body jerks from my words, then mine jerks from the loud boom of the gun.\n\nMy heart pounds in my chest when something hard and intimidating touches my ass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he doesn't explain. Not truthfully, anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not the Riggs thing, and not his erection.\n\n\"Umm.\" His voice cracks. \"It's just a joke, because we watched Lethal Weapon one time. Now take your second shot. And pay attention.\"\n\nThree hours and an uncountable number of bullets later, Ang takes my hand and leads me up Kane's driveway and through the front door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Silly schoolgirl nerves flitter through my stomach; power, because I learned how to shoot a gun; independence, despite the fact I'm hardly competent yet; adrenaline, because I know for a damn fact Angelo felt something while he helped me shoot; and giddiness, because it didn't freak me out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For months – years, even – I assumed for the rest of my life, men would repulse me. I've had more than my fair share, and I figured I could go the rest of my life and never want to touch one again.\n\nEven this morning, I was on that train.\n\nBut now Ang likes to hold my hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He holds my hips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He laughs at my jokes.\n\nHis erection touched my back, and suddenly, not all men repulse me.\n\nCould that be something?\n\nOr is it like a rebound thing?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's Angelo-fricken-Alesi! My brother's friend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you have a good time?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" I allow him to lead me through the living room and pretend the hand holding isn't weird. \"It was fun, and Spence is cool. Scary as hell, but cool. What about you?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it was– Ugh!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Convulsing, Ang spins and slams his eyes shut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I peek around him and laugh when I find Jess' flushed face. She straddles Kane's lap and buries her face in his neck.\n\nI laugh and continue walking, and when Ang refuses to budge, I release his hand and tap Jessie on the back of the head.\n\nI should be grossed out about the fact she's in his lap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I should be more grossed out that she didn't jump up, which means she's helping him hide something that might be a little 'pokey.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But I'm not.\n\nIt's cathartic seeing them together. Seeing the love they carry for each other.\n\nSo passionate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So real." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something I've never had.\n\nWhen a woman reaches my age and has never felt that all-encompassing love, the least she deserves is to be witness to it.\n\nI stop behind Jess and tug her hair back. \"Hey, pretty girl.\" I drop a kiss on her brow, and when Kane winks, I hardly even blush." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey there, Twink.\" He lifts his chin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have fun with Spence?\"\n\nI step away from the couple and go about pouring a couple glasses of juice. \"How'd you know where we were?\"\n\n\"One; you don't have friends like Spence and not know what's up. He was worried Jess was stepping out on me, so he sent a picture of you and Ang at the range. You looked sexy with that Glock, by the way. I'm partial to those.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unapologetically, his hands massage Jess' thighs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You guys looked kinda comfortable in that booth, and since Spence isn't the kinda guy that trusts easily, especially not when he can see the proof right in front of his eyes – you know, seeing as how you and the other hot blonde are identical – he refused to settle until I sent a picture back of me and Jess right here.\"\n\nI laugh and re-cap the juice. \"He threatened Ang's life, and told me he was disappointed. He's a loyal friend.\"\n\nKane nods seriously. \"He is. He's the ride or die kind.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jess hisses. \"You got the 'I'm not mad. I'm disappointed' talk? Ouch. That shit hurts worse than a bullet.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I roll my eyes and walk across the room to pass a juice to Ang. \"You'd know, Knievel.\"\n\n\"Two,\" Kane continues. \"You forget I have the garage on loop. Now I have to move all of my guns, since you told the whole fucking street where I keep my shit.\"\n\n\"It's hardly hiding if I'm constantly tripping on them.\"\n\n\"Three; I bugged Ang's car for funsies.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Motherfucker, you did what?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ang's voice is angry, but his pointy little finger on the juice glass says otherwise. \"What the fuck do you mean you bugged my car? You're not a cop anymore, and even if you were, I'm not a criminal.\"\n\n\"I got new toys. Wanted to know how they worked.\"\n\n\"Get your shit off my fuckin' car! Nobody's allowed to touch my car.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Snickering, Jess hides her face against Kane's chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't tell you; nobody touches the Charger. He's in a committed relationship with that thing.\"\n\n\"Shut up,\" Ang snaps. \"Kane, get your shit off my car, or there'll be beef.\"\n\n\"Wait.\" Jess sits up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is there a bug on my car?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, Blondie. I wouldn't invade your privacy like that.\"\n\n\"Really?\" She narrows her eyes. \"Because I feel like you're exactly the kinda guy who would invade my privacy like that.\"\n\nHe drops a kiss on her lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope. I dropped a different kind in your cereal. You ate the bug, now I can follow you even when you're not driving.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She rolls her eyes. \"Uh-huh.\" She turns to me. \"There's a bug on my car. He's probably monitoring you, too, Baby. He's a freak.\"\n\n\"I am. But it's research purposes only, I promise.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What research?\" Ang barks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't need to know where I am, asshole. And you definitely don't need to know where Laine is.\"\n\nKane flashes a teasing grin. \"Like I already said; I got new toys. I wanna test them out.\"\n\nI lift a brow. \"Toys?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mm.\" Like a voyeur, I can't stop watching Kane's tattooed hands massage my sister's thighs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm a mess. A hormonal mess whose childhood friend accidentally pressed his erection against her this morning, and now I can't stop obsessing.\n\n\"So, I've been thinking about work and such.\"\n\n\"About time,\" Ang rolls his eyes. \"Unemployment isn't sexy. Jessie was gonna toss you to the side soon.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's not true.\" She presses a kiss to his lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"McDonalds is hiring, so when rent was due, I would've taken you there.\"\n\nHe grins. \"No McDonalds.\"\n\n\"Why not?\"\n\n\"Because I'd get fat from all the Big Macs, then you'd definitely toss my fat ass to the side.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She nods like that's true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anyway, I've acquired certain skills over the years.\"\n\n\"Skills, like, how to be a thug? How to do illegal shit?\"\n\nGrinning, he drops a kiss on her nose. \"Shush.\" Then his eyes go to Ang's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Things like how to be a thug, and how to do illegal shit. I have money. I already have a home. I have Eric and Spence who have their own skill sets.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And don't forget Cruz,\" Jess adds.\n\nHe nods solemnly. \"Him, too. When he's cleared and allowed back on deck, I'm pulling him in. He deserves more than desk work, so I'm getting him up again if it's the last thing I do. That makes four of us who know shit and how to get it done. Ang is allowed in whenever he wants. He's got brass balls.\"\n\n\"Bish.\" Ang's heavy brows pull tight. \"Zip it.\"\n\n\"I'm just sayin', the offer's always there. Maybe we could do a contractual basis thing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He smiles like a goofball." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You ain't too old for this shit yet.\" Unamused, Ang's angry eyes stoke the curiosity that once ruled my life, but before I can ask, Kane finishes with, \"Checkmate.\"\n\nJessie smiles. She already knows what he's talking about.\n\nBut I tilt my head with curiosity. \"Huh?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kane flashes a handsome smile and repeats, \"Checkmate.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I narrow my eyes. \"Chess…? You join a national team and find prize money or something?\"\n\nHe snorts. \"No. My last name is Bishop, right?\"\n\nI nod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jay's last name was Bishop.\" His eyes darken." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kane's little brother died the day we thought Kane died. With everything going down the way it did, then Kane being whisked away and stuffed somewhere away from civilian life for months, I'm not sure he's mourned his brother's death yet.\n\nIt's kind of just… not talked about.\n\nJess brings her hand up and strokes his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one asks for clarification, but he leans into her hand and smiles. \"Love you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips. \"I love you, too.\"\n\nHe looks to Ang. Then me. \"Bishop is a chess piece, and when used well, it can be powerful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay…\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But when the queen takes the board, she says…\"\n\n\"Checkmate.\"\n\nHe grins. \"Checkmate. My queen took the board, and I'm not even sorry.\"\n\n\"What's this got to do with work?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I ask. Ang steps closer and leans against the same counter I do, and when our shoulders touch, I barely stop myself from squeaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's just Ang! Why am I nervous?\n\nNot so long ago, I'd have moved away. Goosebumps would race beneath my skin and my heart would hammer in my chest.\n\nMy instincts would scream at me to run." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The goosebumps are here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The racing heart, too. But I don't run.\n\nHalf a day of messing around at an adult playground with a gun in my hands and him touching my body the entire time – my hip, my shoulder, my back – I find a different kind of sensation when my heart races.\n\nI've been desensitized to his touch in the best way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I smile, because I don't want to run." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then I blush, because Kane's eagle eyes notice my smile.\n\n\"The queen always wins.\" With a flirty wink, he looks to Ang. \"Checkmate Security. I'm gonna keep doing what I know, but I'll be doing it as a civilian, on my own schedule, without a chain of fuckin' bullshit command and paperwork coming out my asshole. We're going out on our own, and the only person I'll answer to is–\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jess grins. \"Is me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He drops a kiss on her lips.\n\n\"Eric's going with you?\" Ang asks. \"He's leaving the force?\"\n\n\"He left the day I left. There was no way in hell he was just gonna let me go without him. He has a serious case of FOMO. He hates missing out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's like a child,\" Jess laughs. \"Or a puppy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ang frowns. \"And Spence?\"\n\n\"Is a damn psycho,\" I add.\n\nKane snorts. \"Spence is contracting in. He likes his work, but he also gets off on shooting people and watching them bleed. Now he can have the best of both worlds.\"\n\n\"Security companies aren't supposed to shoot people.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ang's chest grows, like this conversation pushes adrenaline through his blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Security companies drive around town and make sure all the shops on Main are locked up and secure.\"\n\nKane laughs. \"No. Not a rent-a-cop, asshole. I'm not the guy that's gonna slide a business card into doors on a security pass. That's not me.\"\n\n\"So what, then?\" Ang sets his empty glass on the counter behind me. \"What does your business plan entail besides Big Macs that you'll regret twenty minutes later?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shrugs. \"Private investigation. Protection. Search and rescue. There are probably kittens stuck in a tree somewhere.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you just declare it and it becomes fact? You decide this is your new job and people ask you to protect them?\"\n\nHe lifts a daring brow. \"Yup. I already know a couple attorneys that are in need of PI work. I know cops that can't make a habit of getting their hands dirty the way I can. I know people that want shit done that they can't do themselves.\"\n\nAng's eyes narrow. \"On a scale of one to none, how legal will your actions be in this new venture of yours?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We get shit done, Riggs.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Riggs.\n\nWhy does that name keep coming up? And why does it make Ang growl?\n\nKane brushes it off." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ Balcony ]\n\nSmiling in the quiet dawn, I bask in the gentle kiss Ang presses to the back of my shoulder.\n\n\"Are you tired?\"\n\nThe cool breeze from the open balcony tickles my hair, relaxing me until my eyes drift mostly shut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sun's already coming up, but we haven't slept yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We spent the night in each other's arms while Ang replaced every bad memory I own with something much more beautiful.\n\nHe couldn't know the way men treated me before – not the exact details, not the bruised hips or rushed moves – but he kissed away every single ache. Everywhere someone touched before him, he replaced with a tender caress and a declaration of love.\n\nJesus. He loves me – for real?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Laine?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I lay my head back on his shoulder. \"Hmm?\"\n\n\"Are you tired?\"\n\n\"Not really.\"\n\nHis heart beats against my back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It moves at a fast thump that contradicts the gentle patterns he traces against my thigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you okay? You're really quiet. Kinda freaking me out a little.\"\n\nI snicker and burrow deeper into his lap. \"No need to freak. I'm good.\" I nod toward the horizon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Another day in a row we get to see the sun rise.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't see it yesterday.\" He slides his nose along my shoulder. \"I was too busy watching you stretch in that tiny bikini.\"\n\nMy stomach – covered only by a bedsheet – bounces as I laugh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Downward dog on a paddle board. It was one of my smartest ideas ever.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was evil!\" He tickles my thigh. \"A guy is trying to be a gentleman. He drags his sorry ass outta bed before the sun, comes down to the beach with you because you ask with puppy dog eyes, and you repay him by doing yoga in front of his face. Pure fucking evil.\"\n\n\"I wish we did this sooner.\" Sighing, I burrow in deeper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've been crushing on you for a while, Angelo. You give a girl a complex when she's in a bikini and you're not tearing it off with your teeth.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A low growl works its way up his throat, vibrating through his chest and against my back. But all that fades away when he grows beneath my ass; his dick hardens and his hands tighten on my naked thighs. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and close my eyes, allowing myself to float away on the sensations.\n\nForget the sunrise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything I've been wishing for is currently holding me in his lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you really okay? About last night?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" I slide my hand along my thigh until our fingers twine. \"I didn't freak out. I don't regret it. You need to relax.\"\n\n\"No takebacks?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope.\" Leaning forward and twisting around, I catch sight of his wary eyes and press a kiss to the tip of his nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I promise. This is me giving you permission to enjoy what we did. You're not the big bad wolf. I'm not a little girl. I went to you willingly. I trust you, Ang, and there's not a man on this earth I'd give that trust to.\"\n\nHis silver eyes were wary, but now they're soft and gooey as he brings me closer and slides his tongue against my lips. \"I wish we did this sooner, too.\"\n\n\"I should've listened to Kane.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His body jolts, from gooey to startled. \"Huh?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jess and Kane have been on me about us for ages. She's a lot more subtle about it; 'wear a short dress, bat your lashes, pop your ass, wear a pretty lipstick.' But Kane's more in the 'transfer your lipstick to his dick' camp. He said that you'd take a hint faster if I did that.\"\n\n\"Fuckin' asshole.\" His words say one thing, but his growing dick says another. \"They've been playing both sides of the field, did you know that?\" Smiling, I stretch my neck to invite his lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When you'd leave the room, he'd call me a pussy and tell me to jump you. When you were in the room, he'd push me toward you and mention how pretty you are.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I smile. \"He's so funny.\"\n\n\"He's an asshole.\"\n\nI reach back, wind my arms around his neck, and pull him in until his grumbles turn to a pleasant buzz of his lips along my throat. \"It all worked out. It always works out in the end.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I arch my neck when his tongue slides up to my ear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sunrise is beautiful, but I can hardly keep my eyes open as his hands explore beneath my sheet.\n\nLast night was full of gentle hands and uncertainties. Ang was terrified, I was terrified, we were both nervous and unbelievably unsure. But today, his hands move with confidence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He slides his palm over my right thigh until I drop them open with a sigh and let him in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I worried. I wondered. I mulled over the idea that a man touching me – even Ang – might upset me. That I might freak out and run away.\n\nBut I didn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hands are nothing like any that've touched me in the past." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They wanted to control and hurt. He wants to pleasure. That's all there is to it; he wants to make me feel good.\n\nHis fingers slide along my sensitized flesh and rob me of breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A double assault, one single finger slides inside my body in the same moment his teeth pull my earlobe between his lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ahhhh. Ang.\"\n\n\"Mmm.\" Slowly, he slides in and out of my wet heat while his tongue works magic on my ear. My brain can't figure out which pleasure to focus on. \"You're so beautiful. Laine. So stubborn and beautiful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His thumb slides over my clit until I buck in his lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anticipating my move, his spare hand anchors my hip against the solid length beneath my ass. \"You feel so good. So perfect and tight.\"\n\nI arch back and melt into his chest. Part of me wants to tense up, to rush my orgasm to the surface, but the other part, a more dominant side, allows me to melt into a mass of laziness, allowing him to play me as skillfully as he plays his instruments." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So beautiful.\" He adds a second finger. \"So wet.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He bites my ear and adds a third finger until I hiss at the stretch. \"So tasty.\"\n\nMy chest rises and falls. His spare hand leaves my hip and slides along my ribs until he cups my breast. Gently, so very gently, he plays with my nipple until my nerve-endings overload and I can do nothing but sit and feel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh my God,\" I pant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh… Ang. That feels so good.\"\n\n\"Good.\" His tongue works my ear. His fingers work my nipple. His thumb works my clit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm a bundle of nerves until he strikes the match minutes after he started and I explode in his lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jolting limbs, clenching hands, quiet cries into the early morning light.\n\nBefore I come down from my high, before my orgasm dies down, I push his hands away and spin in his lap. Straddling his naked hips, I stare into his eyes and slide over his dick in one smooth move.\n\nWhen a girl declares herself a born-again virgin, the first few times sting just like they did the first time she lost her virginity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even if I had years of unspeakable things done to my body, when you take an extended period away from men, things tighten up until it's like starting all over again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tip of Ang's dick taps my womb and drags a cry up my throat. Pleasure and pain. It hurts, but I lift onto my knees and drop back down, because the pleasure is so worth it.\n\nThere's no way I'm stopping.\n\n\"Laine.\" Face to face, he cups my jaw and pulls me closer so our chests slide together and our tongues duel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hands slide up my thighs to clasp my hips, lifting me up and slamming me down, I cry out from the pleasure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So perfect,\" he breathes.\n\nI can't keep my eyes open. The pleasure is too potent, too much, so I scrunch them closed and allow his strong arms to lift my weight.\n\nWith his cock still nestled deep inside my body, he stands from the balcony chair and moves toward the doorway, leaving the sheet to flutter to the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I trust his strength." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I trust him unconditionally, so I continue to play with his tongue while he takes me to the fancy piano inside and lays me out over the cold surface.\n\n\"Are you almost ready to go home?\"\n\nAng moves around the room in nothing more than boardshorts and messy hair. I haven't moved in an hour." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I starfish the king-sized bed with nothing more than a sheet barely covering a foot of flesh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kneeling on the bed between my legs, he takes my hip in his large hand and rolls me half over so he can nibble on my thigh. \"It's almost time to pack up and go home again.\"\n\n\"I dunno.\" I purr as his tongue slides along my hip. \"Vacation has been fun, and it took you way too long to pull your pants down. I feel cheated.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He chuckles against my hip, his warm breath heating my skin until his teeth nip and the goosebumps chase away the warmth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry I took so long. I swear, I was trying to be a gentleman. It damn near killed me to not tell you how I felt this whole time.\"\n\n\"We still have two days.\" I smile when his hands slide over my ribs. \"Two more nights of the same bed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mmm. We're definitely sharing a bed; I only just got you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He allows me to roll back until I'm flat on my back. Crawling along my body, he stops over me and grins. \"Then we can stay at the Cherry Drop. That place was… an experience, and you have something to say to that asshole.\"\n\n\"Ew.\" My lips twist into a scowl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Skeeter was so fucking creepy, and the neighbors were obnoxiously loud.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Should we run away?\" he suggests. \"We have the car keys – they don't. They know we left together last night, so today's gonna be brutal.\"\n\n\"Kane's gonna tease so hard.\"\n\nNipping at my bottom lip, tiny wrinkles fan out from his eyes when he smiles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's going to tease until one of us hits him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dibs.\" I lean up and press a wet kiss to his lips. \"I want to hit him; it's not like he won't deserve it, and he won't hit me back… probably.\"\n\n\"Probably,\" he laughs. \"You look too much like Jess; no way will he hit you. I'll have your back, I promise.\" He taps my leg." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come on, let's eat. I'm starving.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No sleeping?\"\n\n\"Not today. We traded sleep for sex, now it's daytime and our vacation is almost over. Once we go home, shit gets real and I have friends to talk to. They're probably gonna hit me, so I've gotta enjoy this while I can.\"\n\nLaughing, I allow him to pull me out of bed and set me on my feet. Naked from head to toe and warming under his gaze, my muscles ache like I've just started at a new gym." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was totally worth it, by the way, but can we lie on the beach today and read? You can put sunblock on my back and not end it with drowning yourself in the ocean.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jesus, Laine.\" The tip of his nose slides over the bridge of mine. \"You knew what you were doing to me. You knew you were hurting me.\"\n\n\"I didn't want to hurt you. I was just trying to get your attention.\" I stand on my toes and press a kiss to his lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Today you get to nap on the sun lounge with me and no one will hit you.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Probably.\"\n\n\"Probably. We can wear sunglasses and pretend to read, and between mojitos and orgasms, we can snooze. Doesn't that sound perfect?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of Emilia Finn.Produce four sentences using the prose and structure of Emilia Finn every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "[ Reflection ]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Finally!\" Shooting out of his seat and pointing an obnoxious finger in our direction, Kane's announcement draws the gaze of every person in the large banquet room. \"Finally! Jesus.\" The cloth napkin in his lap falls to the floor, and Jess snorts as Kane rushes around the table and barrels straight up to us. \"I swear, it's like I knew the moment you sealed the deal. My balls un-shriveled and Jessie got the pounding of her life.\" He shoves me aside and grabs Laine's face, bringing her onto her tip-toes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cupping her cheeks and smooshing them in until her lips jut forward, he slams a long, closed mouth kiss on her mouth and doesn't stop until I shove him away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bishop! Get the fuck off her, man!\"\n\n\"Sir!\" A little waitress in black and white steps between us like she's scared we're going to rumble. \"This is a family restaurant, and you're making a scene.\"\n\n\"He got laid last night, Wendy!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He points over her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Angelo – the eternal virgin – finally used his big boy words and got laid. Now we can all live long, happy lives without risk of explosion.\"\n\nWendy's cheeks flame.\n\nLaine's cheeks flame.\n\nAnd when I look to my right and find a young family whose parents are not a hell of a lot older than us, my anger notches up when the thirty-ish mom's face flames." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bishop.\" I step around the women and push him back until we step into the foyer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You gotta fuckin' stop.\"\n\n\"Don't stop now, brother. You just started.\"\n\n\"Kane; you've seen me work. Don't make me fuckin' hurt you.\"\n\nUnaffected, not scared in the least, he bounces on his toes and smacks my arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey – remember way back when we met, when you found out I knew the twins? You found out I kissed Laine by accident.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anger rockets through my gut. \"What about it?\"\n\n\"I kissed Laine!\" He skips out of my way when I surge forward. \"I kissed her before you did. Did you know there was tongue? A little boob action? She groaned, man.\"\n\n\"Motherfucker!\" Pouncing, I slam him to the floor and swing out with wild strikes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm not a fighter, not like the Rollers, not even like Kane, so each strike I get through his guard is a pity punch that he lets through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But even knowing that, my knuckles crunching against his face feels good, and when the girls step out and find me on top, I revel in my mini-victory.\n\n\"They're so childish,\" Jess murmurs. Holding Laine's hand, she watches her man take hit after hit. She's not worried. She watches on with a roll of her eyes, then drags Laine back into the dining room with a huff. \"Immature idiots.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laughing, Kane bucks me off easily and proves my suspicions – pity strikes – until I land on my back and gasp for breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Glancing around the space surrounding us, I find dozens of wary eyes watching us.\n\nOne man – very Duckworth and snobby – stands over us and points toward the stairs. \"You're no longer welcome in our restaurant. Please leave.\"\n\nBanished from a fancy five-star restaurant with a warning to never return, with red knuckles and a fat lip, we end up eating burritos on the beach for breakfast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unsurprisingly, the girls didn't follow us out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They stay inside and eat their fancy prepaid food while me and the man I now consider a brother hang out on the sand and talk shit.\n\n\"Where are your folks?\" When I lamely mentioned my thoughts on brotherhood, Kane turned introspective, staring at the waves rolling in for the longest time. \"Did they make the memorial?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shrugs and lies back against the dune behind us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My mom's dead, my dad's a career military guy. No time for frivolous shit like memorials. It's not like we had Jay's body, so what's the point, ya know?\"\n\n\"You still did something for him. You remembered him. You did it all alone?\"\n\n\"Nah. Eric was with me.\"\n\n\"Just Eric?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell me about your mom?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he returns savagely. \"I don't wanna talk about Jay, but I wanna know why you flinch every time I mention her.\"\n\n\"She's dead.\"\n\nSmiling, he picks up his almost empty can of Coke and takes a sip. \"I figured that out already. Now I'm asking my brother what happened. It hurts you, so I'm here to take some of the load.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lying back and sunning myself, I close my eyes and think of Laine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She killed herself when I was a kid. Suicide.\"\n\nHe gives a sympathetic grunt. \"I'm sorry to hear that, man.\"\n\n\"In the shower. Slit her wrists because my dad wouldn't stop beating the fuck out of her every morning and night.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shit.\" I open my eyes and glance over to find his jaw ticking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So pulling Laine out of the shower…\"\n\n\"Damn near killed me.\" I turn back to study the sky. \"But it's whatever. It was a long time ago, and Laine's fine. That's all that matters to me now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I take a deep breath and remember back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She has no clue she was with me that day.\"\n\n\"Laine?\"\n\n\"Mm.\" I lift my permanently stained hands and study them. \"I pulled my mom out of the shower, but it was too late. After the ambulance came, then the police, I snuck away. I didn't know where to go, so I went to Alex and Scotch's place, sat in their yard and ignored everyone for hours. Luc and the twins were always there, always skating, and Mr. Turner – chief at the time – wasn't home yet, so no one knew. Laine came over and tried to get me up to skate, but it's like I was mute. I couldn't talk, I couldn't do anything, I just sat there and studied my hands, so she sat down and rested her shoulder against mine. We were there for hours, Bish, until the sun went away and the police came to get me, and the whole time, I had my mom's blood beneath my nails.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's almost like you and her in my garage the past couple months,\" he muses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She didn't wanna talk, she didn't wanna do anything, but you sat with her anyway, provided her a shoulder when she needed it.\"\n\nI scoff. \"I didn't even see the similarities, but I guess.\"\n\n\"And your dad?\"\n\nMy smile is wiped clean." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Also dead. My first kill.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew that'd get his attention.\n\nHis eyes whip back to mine, a stark black, reminding me of the man who stood in a utilitarian room and helped me torture another man. \"Come again, Alesi.\"\n\n\"Couple months after my mom was gone, he strapped me into his truck, tied me down, because he knew I was the son of a wily prick and I'd learned to slither my way out of situations. He hog-tied me, and drove us toward the lake. He was gonna take us both out, because that's who he was. Miserable fucking prick, and since my mom took herself out of the equation, he was pissed.\" I make shapes of the clouds in the sky, anything to distance myself from the hatred I have for that man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was just a kid, but I wasn't stupid, so just after we crossed the tracks and passed the town sign, I got out of my ropes, grabbed the wheel, and drove us straight into that big oak tree just outside town. I slammed against the windshield and jacked my shoulder up bad, since I had no restraints, but my father's seatbelt jammed up.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I scoff. \"Irony, if you ask me. The truck caught fire, but I slithered my way out and watched him burn up.\" I meet Kane's watchful gaze. \"He cried out for me. He reached out. Wanna know what I did?\"\n\nHe lifts a brow in question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I kicked dirt in his face and told him to go fuck himself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You regret it?\"\n\n\"Nope.\"\n\nHe grins and goes back to watching the ocean. \"Can't say I blame you. I've killed men before, I've held a man down while my brother tortured him, I've done loads of shit that isn't exactly on the up and up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Regret it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nope.\"\n\nSitting up, I rest my elbows on my knees and study the sand. \"All my life, I was scared of turning into my dad. I was scared I'd take pleasure in someone else's pain, then Laine did what my mom did, and it was like a sign. A bad fucking omen that we were them and history was repeating.\"\n\n\"She's not like your mom, Ang, and you sure as shit ain't like your dad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I enjoyed hurting Graham.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He chuckles. \"Trust me, I enjoyed hurting him, too. He deserved what he got, so don't tell yourself you're a bad person for fucking him up. If someone could've come along and done the same to your old man before it was too late for your mom, would you be happy? Would you want her to be saved?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nNodding, he taps my arm to draw my attention to the girls walking along the beach toward us. Blonde hair whips around their faces, and their laughter travels on the wind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Exactly. You were the person you hoped would come along and save you guys. You were a hero. You couldn't do it for your mom, but you did it for Laine, and she's the most important person in your world. Don't forget that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I watch them approach, still fifty yards away, but their smiles are bright, contagious. My lips spread into a smile as Laine saunters toward me. \"She's so beautiful, Bish. I can't process how fucking amazing she is.\"\n\n\"Mmm. Don't mess them up; mine's on the left, pink shorts, filthy grin because she knows she still owes me a BJ.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dude!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He chuckles and climbs to his feet. \"Relax, Alesi. You won. She's finally yours. It's time to relax and enjoy what you've got.\" He picks up our trash and the empty soda can, and without another word, he walks along the beach and tugs Jess from Laine's grasp. Laughing, Laine continues toward me and stops in such a way that the button of her jean shorts are at my eye level." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Grinning, I slide my hand along her thigh, allowing my eyes to drag up her body until our eyes meet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey.\" Grinning, she turns and drops into my lap, making me grunt. I had a moment to wonder if I was in trouble – Kane's teasing might've upset her, or our fighting and subsequent ejection from the restaurant – but her wiggling butt making itself comfortable on my lap says we're fine.\n\n\"Hey. Enjoy your breakfast?\"\n\nI brush her hair back and drop a kiss on her brow, because I haven't seen her in an hour and I missed the fuck out of her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was actually pretty good. There are worse things in life than burritos for breakfast. Enjoy yours? We thought you'd follow us out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She scoffs. \"No way. It's a five-star restaurant, and an all you can eat buffet. No way were we following you out. Just because you guys can't control your shit doesn't mean we're dumb enough to get banished too.\"\n\n\"So much for loyalty.\" I slide my finger along her ribs and grin when her body tenses. \"You afraid I'm gonna tickle you, Laine?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\" She grabs my hand with a strong grip and forces our fingers together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm too tired for tickles. I ate, I'm so full I wanna spew, so now I'm ready to nap. Tickling will hamper my plans.\"\n\nI run my nose through the top of her hair and breathe her in until I'm dizzy. \"Do you remember that time you called me in the middle of the night and woke me up?\"\n\nHer brows pull in while she thinks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That day we went to Spence's?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah. And all the times you called to be saved when you were cow tipping.\"\n\nHer chest bounces with laughter. \"Uh-huh.\"\n\n\"And remember when you woke me up yesterday? I was tired and didn't want to come down to the beach, but you made me get up anyway?\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Exactly.\" I drop a kiss on the top of her head." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shut the hell up about being tired. You'll get over it.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: Mercedes Lackey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So the bloody yanks finally decided to give us a hand, then.\" That was Matt Brennan, the barman's brother. Poor Matt had lost a leg and his arm had been terribly mangled, and half the time seemed to have lost his speech as well. Brother Thomas kept him on as potman, collecting the glasses, doing a bit of sweeping up, and let him sleep somewhere on the premises once the place was closed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't much, but it was work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The news had finally percolated to Broom that the United States had actually joined the war that the rest of the world had been fighting for the past three years, and it was likely to be the sole topic of conversation here in this pub for the rest of the week. Everyone who came in started it over again.\n\n\"What d'ye think of them Yanks, captain?\" Ross Ashley asked. \"Never caught sight of one myself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well,\" Reggie said, measuring his words carefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We got quite a few Yanks in the RFC, boys that wouldn't sit still and watch while someone else was having a fight. I heard the French picked up a few, especially in the Foreign Legion.\"\n\n\"So they got the gumption to stick it, ye think?\" asked Will Stevens, who had been a good yeoman farmer before the war began, and was again, just without three fingers on his right hand.\n\nReggie shrugged. \"Hard to tell, really. The ones I saw all seemed to think of themselves as being in some sort of Wild West show. Talked about 'flying by the seat of the pants,' didn't pay a lot of attention to instruction, and tended to be 'thirty-minute men' if that. Though when they were good enough to survive, they were quite good. I don't know what their infantry will be like.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Young Albert Norman (chest wound, lost a lung) coughed and cleared his throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mind, he coughed a great deal, but this was the sort of cough he used when about to say something.\n\n\"There are a great many of them,\" he said carefully. \"It's a bigger country than Canada. And I shouldn't think it would be too terribly difficult for them to turn all those factories to making armaments.\"\n\nReggie nodded. Albert was well read; Reggie didn't doubt in the least that he had the right of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So,\" Doug Baird (shrapnel to the legs) said bitterly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll have fought the Kaiser to a standstill for three bloody years, and the Yanks will just come in with convoys of fresh troops and all the damned supplies you could ask for, roll over the trenches, and take credit for the whole thing, then?\"\n\nReggie sighed. To be brutally honest, he didn't see it turning out any other way. But he decided not to say anything. These men were bitter enough without his adding to their discontent—or despair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At least it will be over,\" Richard Bowen said, with resignation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's all I care about. Just let it be over.\"\n\nThomas Brennan cleared his throat. \"Last call, gentlemen.\"\n\n\"My round again,\" Reggie said decisively.\n\nHe did a lot of round-buying—not so much as to make it seem as if he was patronizing them, but because he knew very well that there was not a lot of money to spare in their households, and it seemed a hard thing to him to have a man leave bits of himself in France in the service of his country only to find he couldn't afford his pint when he came home again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A hard thing, and a wicked, cruel thing; there wasn't a lot of pleasure left in the world for these men." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those that had gone back to their work—farmers, mostly—were finding it difficult. Those who hadn't lost limbs outright still had injuries bad enough to muster them out. Legs didn't work right anymore, arms didn't have the same strength. They found themselves depending on their wives or children to help them with difficult physical jobs, and that was humiliating." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Often the young horses they'd depended on to help with plowing had been taken for the war, leaving only the old fellows who should have been taking up pasture-space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They found themselves with a house full of Land Girls, who might or might not be of any use. Nothing was the same, everything was more difficult, and what had they gotten out of it all? Nothing to speak of. The best, the very best that they could say was that because they were at the production end of the food supply it was easier for them to hide a bit from the government and circumvent some of the shortages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you were a farmer, you could still have your sweets, if you made do with honey instead of sugar, and though sugar was rationed for tea, it was, oddly enough, not rationed for jam-making—you could hide a pig in your wood-lot, or raise rabbits openly, since rabbit-meat wasn't in short supply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When you brought your wheat to David Miller, he'd generally \"forget\" about a few of the bags of white flour he loaded back on your cart. And if you had a cow of your own, your kiddies weren't forced to drink that thin, blue skimmed milk that made the city children so thin and pale-looking.\n\nBut that was the best you could say. For the rest, between rationing and scarcity, the prices were up, and what you got for your produce was the same as it had been before the war, just about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone was making a profit, but it wasn't you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And if you didn't own or lease a farm—well, things were very hard indeed. Sometimes you couldn't do your old job, and it was hard to find a new one. Especially around here.\n\nSo if Reggie could help out a little by buying more than his share of rounds, it seemed a small thing.\n\nMater wouldn't like it by half if she knew where I was going of a night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hanging about with socialists...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But what she doesn't know, she can't object to. I'm more welcome here than there. Her father had gotten so poisonously aggressive in his accusations of malingering of late that even she had started to protest weakly. Never mind that there were days Reggie couldn't leave his room, days when he locked the door and spent half the day crouched in a corner like a terrified mouse, too afraid to so much as move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Acting\" was what Grandfather Sutton would have called it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, yes, acting. As if he enjoyed spending his time huddled behind the furniture too afraid to make a sound, and completely unable to say what it was he was afraid of, only knowing that the bottom was out of the universe and doom was upon him.\n\nBut there was a letter in Reggie's pocket right now that might well prove to be the old man's undoing.\n\nThe address on the envelope said it all: Brigadier Eric Mann (Ret.) The Elms, Dorcester.\n\nThe Brigadier had been a great friend of Reggie's father—he had more experience in a single month with actual combat than Grandfather Sutton had in his entire career." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His letter had been phrased with great delicacy, but Reggie had no difficulty whatsoever in interpreting it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Brigadier had heard about Reggie's injuries, he actually knew what life was like on the front, and he wanted to come visit and offer whatever support he could.\n\nAnd although in general the very last thing that Reggie wanted at the moment was a parade of visitors through Longacre, this was one letter he had answered as soon as he had read it, in the affirmative. The Brigadier did know what life was like on the front. He had been there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How? Reggie had no idea how he had managed to get out there—but the little he'd read in the letter told him that Eric Mann knew what conditions were really like." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Brigadier would not tolerate any nonsense from Grandfather Sutton. With any luck, once they butted heads a time or two, Sutton would elect to clear out and go back to his club in London and leave Reggie in peace. At the very least, he would keep his mouth shut as long as the Brigadier was there.\n\nReggie could hardly wait." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Time, gentlemen!\" Thomas called, recalling him to his present surroundings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was little more than a half inch of bitter in his glass; he swallowed it down with appreciation, left a little something under the glass for Matt to find, stood up, and pulled on his driving coat. That was one good thing about having an auto over a horse; he didn't have to worry about leaving a horse standing tied up for hours.\n\nOn the other hand, the auto won't get you home by itself if you're drunk....\n\nHe made his farewells and went out into the night; he really couldn't bear watching the others make their way home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was just too heartbreaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If a man staggered away from his favorite pub of an evening, it should be because he'd had just a wee bit too much, not because his legs were too painful to hold him.\n\nNor because one leg was gone, and he wasn't used to walking on the wooden one.\n\nInstead, he paid excruciatingly careful attention to getting the auto started; by the time he'd done, they were all gone. He climbed stiffly into the driver's seat, and chugged away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well! There goes that Reggie Fenyx again,\" Sarah said, as the unfamiliar sound of an automobile engine chugged past the front of her cottage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eleanor looked up from the runes of warding that she had been learning. \"How do you know?\"\n\nSarah snorted. \"And who else is it that would be leaving Thomas Brennan's pub after last call in a motorcar?\" she asked rhetorically. \"Doctor Sutherland's choice is the public bar at the Broom Hall Inn when he goes anywhere, Steven Zachary hasn't got a motor of his own yet, the vicar doesn't drink in public, so there you are! Besides, I happen to know the lads that have all been mustered out have taken the place over since Matt came home, and I expect he feels more at ease there among them than anywhere else.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eleanor looked down at the little firepot she was using." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's horrible, isn't it.\" It was a statement, not a question. \"It's horrible, and they can't talk to anyone else about it.\"\n\n\"Well, they could,\" Sarah replied, somewhat to Eleanor's surprise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They could talk to their wives, their sweethearts, their mothers. We're stronger than they think. They keep thinking they have to protect us from whatever it is that they went through, so there they are, suffering behind closed mouths, building walls to protect us, they say, but it's all so we won't see they're weak.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shook her head. \"As if we don't. But there it is. Silly, isn't it? That they daren't let us see them as less than strong?\"\n\nEleanor looked up and lifted an eyebrow. \"I think I see why you never married, Sarah,\" she replied, with irony." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sarah laughed. \"Well, and I reckoned if I wanted something that'd come and go as he pleased, take me for granted, and ignore me when he chose, I'd get a cat. And if I wanted something I'd always have to be picking up after, getting into trouble, but slavishly devoted, I'd get a dog.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eleanor shook her head and went back to her firepot, which was a little cast-iron pot on three legs, full of coals over which flames danced bluely. She was learning to write runes in the fire, which was the first step to making it answer her. A Salamander was coiled in the bottom of the pot just above the coals; it watched her with interest, and hissed a warning when she was just starting to go wrong.\n\nHer moment of inattention made it hiss again, and Sarah paused to look down at it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're not supposed to do that, you know,\" she said, in surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Warn you, that is. It's almost like it's trying to help you.\"\n\n\"I think it is,\" Eleanor said, canceling the rune with a wave of her wand, and holding out her hand to the pot. The salamander uncoiled itself and leapt out of the pot, circled her wrists like ferret three or four times, then leapt back into the pot.\n\nSarah shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're not supposed to do that. I'd not have believed it if I'd been told. There's summat about you they like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hope so,\" she replied.\n\n\"Aye, well, they're not so changeable as air and water, though be wary you don't go angering them,\" Sarah warned. \"They're quick to anger, and they ne'er forget, nor forgive.\"\n\nEleanor nodded, and bent back to her work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But part of her mind was on Reggie, wondering if Carolyn and Lauralee had been introduced to him, yet, if they'd started trying to charm him yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made her angry, that thought, and—yes—jealous. Which made no sense at all. He probably didn't even remember her, and if he did, it was as nothing more than a hoydenish tomboy, a silly little girl with a wild notion of becoming a scholar. He probably wouldn't remember her even if someone reminded him of her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And as for now, he wouldn't look at her twice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She certainly was so far beneath his notice that if they passed on the same side of the street he wouldn't even see her, not really.\n\nStop thinking about Reggie! she scolded herself. Get your mind on your work. Because if you can't learn this soon, Alison and her girls will have him, and then where will you be?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't bother fixing anything for tea, Ellie,\" Alison called through the open kitchen door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're having it at Longacre. In fact—\" Eleanor could not help but hear the gloating sound in her voice \"we'll be having our tea at Longacre for the foreseeable future.\"\n\n\"Yes, ma'am,\" Eleanor said dutifully, but her heard leapt. Tea at Longacre Park? And for the foreseeable future?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That would mean she would be able to get away for the whole afternoon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of course, Alison would see it as another privation—if she wasn't permitted to get out tea-things for her stepmother and the girls, she wouldn't be able to make any tea for herself. Which meant that she would have to wait until suppertime for a meal.\n\nOr so Alison thought. Well, that's what I want her to think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So Eleanor contrived to look disappointed and hungry, though she was neither." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could hardly contain her excitement as Alison and her girls bundled up into the motor and chugged off in the direction of Longacre Park. And the moment she was sure they weren't going to return, she wrote her runes on the hearthstone and was off like a shot.\n\nThe sky was bright and blue, the wind high, and she only had a few hours—but she knew where she wanted to be. Down at the opposite end of the six thousand or so acres of Longacre, in the round meadow in a little copse of trees at the end of what she still thought of as the Aeroplane Field." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one would see her there, no one ever went there; she was half mad to get out of the house for some sun and air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And this was the farthest Alison's spell would let her go.\n\nShe wrapped up a couple of slices of bread and jam for her own tea, broke her sprig of rosemary and left half on the hearthstone, flung on a coat and ran out the door.\n\nShe wasn't even entirely sure what she was running from. Maybe it was—well—everything. Her own imprisonment. The war news." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alison's glee and the girls' gloating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And fear, fear, so much fear—now she knew she had a chance to set herself free, and she was afraid. Afraid she would never learn all she needed to, afraid that she would never be able to command her Element as skillfully as Alison could and would lose, and her imprisonment would be even harsher than it was now. Afraid that ever if she did escape, no one would believe what she had to tell them, and she would accomplish nothing, or worse than nothing—that she'd be locked up as mad, or given back over to Alison, or else would have to turn drudge for someone else in order to put food in her stomach and a roof over her head. In a way, things were worse than before; before she'd had no hope and so nothing to lose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now—now she had hope and all to lose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So she ran, hoping to outrun her own fear and uncertainty. Hoping to outrun the bleak air of depression that hung over the entire town. Hoping to get to one place where none of this mattered, where she could just be for a few hours, and pretend that there was no war, there was no Alison, that the days of peace and plenty were still upon them all, and that when she came back to the house her father would still be alive and waiting to share supper with her.\n\nShe pushed herself so hard, trying to outrun her very thoughts, that she arrived at the meadow winded and out of breath, and flung herself down in the middle of the clear space among the trees to lie on her back in the old, dry grass and look up at the clouds and pant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And it was glorious, because she could just empty her mind and not think, not about anything or anyone, and just stare up into the blue and watch nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could, in fact, have lain there forever, with the warm sun shining down on her. At that moment, cutting free of Alison and just going, finding someone else to work for, didn't seem so bad an idea—\n\nExcept—\n\nIf she did this to me, and to Papa, what would she do to Reggie?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The question struck her like a thunderbolt out of the blue sky, but at that moment she knew that if either Carolyn or Lauralee married Reggie Fenyx, no matter how strong his Air Magic was, he would remain alive no longer than her father had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sat bolt upright at the thought—\n\n—and a yelp of strangled fear met her sudden appearance out of the grass.\n\nShe twisted around onto her knees to face the sound, and found herself staring into the white face of Reggie Fenyx.\n\nHe was sitting on a fallen tree-trunk at the edge of the tiny meadow, quite alone, and clearly her sudden appearance had frightened the wits out of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he stared at her with wild, wide eyes, all she could think of to do was to hold out her hand and say, soothingly, \"I'm sorry—I beg your pardon—I'm really very sorry—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He trembled as he stared at her, as if he didn't quite recognize her for what she was. And then, quite suddenly, she saw sense come into his gaze, and of course, he did recognize her, and passed a hand over his pale face. \"No—no—\" he said, finally. \"No, it's quite all right. It's just my nerves. I wasn't expecting anyone—that is, I thought I was alone; no one ever used to come down to this part of Longacre but me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well,\" she said, slowly getting to her feet, brushing down her threadbare skirt with one hand, and wondering hesitantly if she should leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That isn't quite true. But most of the people who used to come here are gone.\"\n\n\"Gone. That would be—the boys, wouldn't it?\" His hand was still over his eyes, and still trembling. \"Yes. Not boys any longer, though, and they would be gone, wouldn't they? Even the youngest.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With an effort, he took his hand away from his eyes and looked at her again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was horribly ashamed of how shabby she was, but he didn't notice, or at least, if he did, he wasn't letting on. He squinted at her, and then managed a tremulous smile. \"You're that little tomboy, Eleanor Robinson from the village, aren't you? Only not such a little tomboy anymore.\" The smile faded. \"I heard about your father. I'm dreadfully sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked down at her hands, clasped together in front of her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" she said quietly. Then she looked back up again. She kept her frown to herself, but—\n\nBut wasn't he supposed to be an Air Master?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet there were none of the energies, none of the Elementals of Air anywhere about him!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why, he showed no more of magic than—than the schoolmaster, Michael Stone! Less!\n\nSurely that wasn't right.\n\n\"So, do you come and invade my private property often?\" he was asking, trying to sound normal, trying to make an ordinary conversation of the sort he could so easily back before the war began." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And now she found herself fighting against the prohibitions of Alison's other spells." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She would have liked to say, \"When I can escape my stepmother's spell—\" or \"When no one is going to catch me and make my life a purgatory—\"\n\nBut all she could say was, \"When I can.\" Then she sighed. \"It's so peaceful here, and sometimes I can't bear how things are now. Here, nothing's changed. It's all the way it was—before. The meadow probably hasn't changed in a hundred years.\"\n\n\"That's a good answer, Eleanor Robinson,\" he replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's a very good answer, and I give you leave to come here whenever you want. It's the reason I came down here—well, I tell a lie, it's one of the reasons.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He smiled wanly. \"My teatime has been unconscionably invaded, and I came to escape the enemy.\"\n\nShe furrowed her brow in puzzlement, and stepped forward a pace or two. \"Enemy?\" she asked uncertainly.\n\n\"Women,\" he elaborated. \"A gaggle of women. Invited by my mother, with malice and intent. Those that weren't there on their own to simper and flirt at me, were mothers eyeing the goods before they set their own daughters on the scent.\" He shuddered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I felt like the only fox in the county with three hunts in the field at once.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn't help it; she had to laugh at that. Especially considering that Alison and the girls must have been in that group he so openly despised.\n\nAnd they thought they were the only ones with an invitation to tea! That was more than enough to make her smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh, they would be so angry when they came home!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They hadn't reckoned on there being competition. They should have, though. Reggie would have been quite a prize before the war, and now, with so many young men dead in France and Flanders, he was an even greater prize.\n\nAnd the best part was that they would be blaming one another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alison would be blaming the girls for not being sufficiently charming to keep Reggie there, and the girls would be blaming their mother for not knowing this was going to be a competition staged by Reggie's mother, inadvertently or on purpose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was not a single thing that any of them could blame on her, so they would make poisonous jibes at each other, or stare sullenly, all through dinner.\n\nAnd meanwhile, here he was, the object of their hunt, hiding from them.\n\n\"I'll go if you want to be alone,\" she offered. It only seemed fair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd come here to be alone, hadn't he?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just—I just wanted to go somewhere today where I could pretend that—all that—hadn't happened. At least for a while.\"\n\n\"I wanted the same thing,\" he said, and somehow, the wistful, yet completely hopeless way in which he said it, made her heart ache for him. \"And—no, Miss Robison—\"\n\n\"Eleanor,\" she said, instantly.\n\nHe smiled a little." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then if I am to call you Eleanor, you must promise to call me Reggie. No, please don't go. I'm not much company, but I don't want to think I've driven you away from the only peaceful place you can find.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He patted the tree-trunk beside him in a kind of half-hearted invitation to sit; instead, she sat down in the grass at his feet.\n\nHe looked a great deal different from the last time she had seen him, and it wasn't just the little moustache or the close-cropped military haircut. He was very pale, and every movement had a nervous quality to it, like one of those high-bred miniature greyhounds that never seems entirely sure something isn't going to step on it or snatch it up and bite it in two. He was also very thin, much thinner than she remembered him being." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And his eyes, his gray-blue eyes, were the saddest things about him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Haunted\" was the very expression she would have used, had anyone asked her. These were eyes that had seen too much, too much loss, too much horror.\n\nShe felt tongue-tied, at a loss for anything to say to him, and it was clear that he felt the same. Finally, she said, in desperation, knowing that the topic of an automobile was at least safe, \"I heard your motorcar go past the other night. Is it a very fast one?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With relief, he seized the neutral subject as a drowning man seizes a plank, and went into exacting, excruciating detail about the auto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had to admit, although she didn't care a jot about the insides of the thing, the other things he could tell her about the auto itself were fascinating. Evidently its type had won many races, and there was no doubt that he was as proud of it as he had been of his aeroplane.\n\nAnd something instinctively warned her about not talking about flying, though she couldn't have told what. Perhaps it was the vague recollection of hearing his wounds had come when he had crashed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Perhaps it was because he himself didn't bring the subject up, and before he had gone off to the war, that had been the one thing in his life he had been the most passionate about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he ran out of things to tell her about his motorcar, she asked about what he had read for at Oxford, and what his friends had been like. He relaxed, more and more, as he spoke of these things, and she thought she just might be doing him some good. Finally, when he looked as if he was searching a little too hard for another good story, she smiled, and asked, \"I have some bread and jam. Would you like to share my tea?\"\n\nAnd at that, he laughed weakly, and quoted,\" 'Better a dinner of herbs where love is?' Yes, thank you, I should very much like to share your tea. And—\" He reached down behind the trunk of the tree and brought up an old rucksack, rummaging around in it for a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, yes, good, my old instincts have not failed me; as I fled the harpies, I carried off provender. I can provide drink. I have two bottles of ginger-beer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With great solemnity he opened the bottles and handed her one; she passed over half of her slightly squashed jam sandwiches.\n\n\"I think it was very rude of your mother not to have warned you that guests were coming,\" she said bluntly, after they clinked bottles. \"Especially so many. That was not at all fair.\"\n\n\"Yes, well, if she'd told me I'd have done the bunk beforehand, now, wouldn't I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he replied logically. \"I suppose now I'll have to find some excuse to avoid teatime every day from now on—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, don't do that—she'll just invite them to supper or something equally inconvenient!\" Eleanor exclaimed. \"No, the thing to do—\" she screwed up her face as she thought hard. \"The thing to do is to sit through it once in a while. Every other day, or every third day, or the like. Only have something, some appointment or task later in the afternoon that you have to do so you can excuse yourself after an hour or two. That way your mother won't ever know when, exactly, you're going to take tea with her, and you will have a good escape ready.\"\n\n\"By Jove, Eleanor, I think that will work! And I know my estate manager will be only too ruddy pleased to have me in the office as often as possible, so I can make that my excuse.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He actually looked—happy. Wanly happy, but definitely for one moment, happy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You should be a tactician, old girl!\"\n\nAnd just at that most pleasant moment, she felt the first faint tugging of Alison's hearth-spell, and looked down to see the sprig of rosemary pinned to the breast of her shirtwaist starting to wilt. She could have cursed. \"I have to go!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she exclaimed, jumping to her feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm really sorry, but I must—\"\n\n\"What's the hurry?\" he asked in bewilderment, as she shoved the empty ginger-beer bottle into his hands. \"I say, I haven't said anything to offend you, have I?\"\n\n\"No, no, no, I just have to get back, I don't have a choice,\" she shook her head and felt the sting of disappointed tears in her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's nothing to do with you; I enjoyed talking with you. I have to or—or—or I'll be in trouble—\" she shook her head, and turned away." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, at least say you'll be here tomorrow!\" he called after her, as she began to run across the grass.\n\n\"I can't—\" she called back over her shoulder, then at the sight of his stricken face, she made a reckless promise. \"I'll come—I'll come whenever I can! At teatime! Whenever I can!\"\n\nAnd with that, she had to turn to race back to the house, back to captivity, an imprisonment that was now more onerous than it ever had seemed before." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 4 sentences sentences in the style of Mercedes Lackey spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reggie had completely forgotten—until his mother reminded him of it over dinner—that the next day was May Day, the day of the school treat at Longacre and the school prize day. Well, why should he remember? The day of the school treat and prize day had always been June first, not May Day when he had been growing up.\n\nBut the war had changed this, as it had so many other things." }, { "from": "human", "value": "School ended early now, so that children could help with the farm work their fathers and brothers were not here to attend to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The country, and more importantly, the army, needed to be fed; farm work came before school-work. And the traditional May Day festivities were not nearly so festive as they had been. There would be no church fair, or at least, not the sort that delighted children—the half-gypsy traveling fair folk with their swinging chairs and carousels, their booths of cheap gimcrackery and games like coconut shy and pitch-toss were not traveling any more. In fact, most of them were off in the trenches themselves, and the old men, children, and women that were left simply could not cope by themselves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With sugar and other things being rationed now, there would be no stalls featuring the forbidden foods that one was only allowed to eat at a fair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The church fair would be a very sad and much diminished version of its former self. Someone would probably set up a hoop-la game and a coconut shy, but the prizes would not be the glittery fairy dolls and wildly colored crockery of the past—no, they would be home-made rag-babies and whatever someone had found in the attic that hadn't made it onto the white elephant table. There would not be a greased-pig race, not with pigs being war resources. There would be no egg-and-spoon race for the same reason." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh, there could have been a race using rocks or plaster eggs, or potatoes, but it wouldn't have been as much fun without the hazard of breaking the egg." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one left in Broom was nimble enough to climb the greased pole, so that had been canceled as well. There would be no Morris dancers, who by tradition were all men. No procession through the town of the hobby-horse, green man, Robin and Maid Marian—once again, tradition decreed these May Day heroes must be men. There would be a maypole, but only girls really took pleasure in the dance around it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With all these childhood pleasures revoked, it only made sense—and of course Reggie was in complete agreement on this—to combine the school treat with the May Day fair and have it all on the lawn of Longacre." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The children might not be able to have rides on the great swing, but they could play in the maze, be driven around the grounds in the ancient pony-cart or Reggie's own auto, and hunt for early strawberries among the fallen leaves of the woods. Through means Reggie could not quite fathom, his mother had managed to connive, beg, or blackmail the authorities into releasing enough sugar to bake cakes and make ice cream for the treat, so if the children could not eat themselves sick, they would at least have some sweeties.\n\nAnd of course, Reggie himself would have to present the prizes to the winning scholars, to put the final fillip of glory on the whole day.\n\nNo, he quite agreed with the whole notion, and the only thing that made him wish the school and the children to the steppes of Mongolia was that because he had forgotten, he had not been able to tell poor Eleanor that he would not be at the meadow at teatime." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he did not know how to find her to send her a message to that effect, either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thought of her arriving at the meadow only to find it deserted made him feel sick—she would be so disappointed, and he found the idea of disappointing her made him feel like a right cad.\n\nWell, maybe someone would remind her what day it was. Yes, hopefully, wherever she was working, she'd be told, and wouldn't turn up only to be disappointed.\n\nMeanwhile, he listened with some surprise and growing pleasure to his mother go on about her preparations for the great day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the liveliest he'd seen her since he had arrived." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of course, her father was still sulking, taking his meals in his rooms, so that particular pall was not being flung over the dinner-table.\n\nAnd perhaps he will leave. Or at least, go off to bully his own servants until—\n\nNo. He would not think of going back to the Front, to the war. Not now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned his mind resolutely to the plans for the morrow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It seems like an awful lot of work for you, Mater,\" he said doubtfully.\n\nShe laughed—really laughed. \"Don't you remember? You did most of the planning work, when the date was first changed last year. It was all in your letters. Everything was a great success, especially the prizes.\"\n\nGood gad—I do remember—telling her that the vicar could give out Bibles and prayer books all he liked, but that we ought to be giving things the kiddies would enjoy reading. Picture books for the littlest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Good ripping yarns for the boys—" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You told me to patronize the local shops, so I did. Really, all I had to do was to consult with Pearl Shapland at the bookstore about what was popular—she's been a great help. She's picked out truly delightful books this year— and for the older girls, lovely writing paper and pen sets instead of books. Well, I did make one little change.\" She blushed. \"When I found out that Lisa Satterfield, the head girl, had won the first prize for essay, I thought, a pretty girl like that, and no money to spare in her family—well, I went to Annie Hagan the milliner, and I got her a hat. I thought she would like it so much better than writing paper.\"\n\n\"I think you're entirely right, Mater,\" he said, hiding his amusement. School prizes were supposed to reward scholarship—trust his mother to think of giving a hat instead!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then again, he'd seen perfectly sensible girls go all foolish with inchoate longing over a milliner's window display." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That was a capital idea, and terribly kind of you.\"\n\nIt really did seem as if he had been very clever in his suggestions—it was just too bad he didn't remember them very clearly. Those letters seemed to have been written a century ago, by someone he couldn't even recognize. Swings hung from the trees in the park—a treasure-hunt among the paths for tokens to be exchanged for little bags of nuts and other small prizes—crackers at tea to ensure that every child went home with at least some trinket—it amazed him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How had he thought about such things in the middle of death and gunfire?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you see, I really had very little to do—other than this year, finding ways of getting the sugar for the cakes and ice creams,\" she concluded. \"The rest of it, I just left orders for.\"\n\n\"I don't believe you for a minute, and you are an angel, Mater,\" he said warmly.\n\nShe smiled at him, then sighed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's so little, really, when there isn't a family in the village that hasn't got someone at the front—or has lost someone,\" she said, pensively." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I can just help those poor little ones to forget that for part of one day—\"\n\nHe went up to bed now feeling guilty that he had put his own pleasure ahead of those poor kiddies. As if they had anything much to look forward to anymore. They weren't the only ones who were trying to forget, for just one day, what was going on outside the walls and fences of Longacre Park." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knowing he would have to look presentable for the children, he took the precaution of using a strong sleeping draught to insure he got a decent night of slumber." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd avoided them in hospital—preferring to doze during the day when they were less inclined to try and attack him—and since coming home, he'd generally found his drinks at the Broom to be soporific enough. But we don't want to frighten the little ones, he told himself, as he felt the narcotic take hold. You don't want to look the way you feel.\n\nHe still felt a bit groggy when his valet woke him, but a couple of cups of good, strong \"gunpowder\" tea chased most of the mist from his brain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He thought about wearing his uniform to make the presentations, then decided against it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The children saw too many uniforms as it was; he didn't want to remind them of fathers and brothers who were gone, fighting, missing, or dead.\n\nBy the time he finished breakfast, his valet Turner came to tell him that the old pony had been harnessed to the cart, and it and the auto were waiting on the driveway.\n\n\"What else is done?\" he asked.\n\n\"The gardener and her helpers have finished seeding the garden with the buttons that will serve as prize-tokens, sir,\" Turner said, \"And the tent has been set up for the refreshments. Her ladyship is already out there, overseeing everything.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He might have known; he finished breakfast and strolled out to be, as he expected, \"made useful.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Within the hour, the vicar, his wife, and the entire contingents of the Ladies' Friendly Society and the Women's Institute had made the pilgrimage up the drive with farm carts full of tents and stalls and the bric-a-brac to fill them. And by ten, the fair was set up and waiting for the children. There were already adults moving among the stalls in summer frocks or tea-gowns and tennis-dresses, and cricket-flannels or summer suits suitable for a day at Brighton Pier, or at the very least, their Sunday best.\n\nIt all looked so normal until you noticed that frocks outnumbered suits by a factor of four or five to one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was at that point that Reggie elected to go and stand by his auto and wait for the children to arrive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fortunately, they did turn up very shortly after that—being hauled up from the village in two old hay-wains pulled by four ancient workhorses that were spared being sent to pull guns because they couldn't have gotten out of a plodding walk if their lives had depended on it.\n\nHaving had the experience of last year, Lady Devlin had very sensibly decided that the first thing to do was to allow the children to run off as much of the energy of excitement as possible. To that end, it was the button-hunt that took place first; well away from the flower-beds, with the buttons seeded all over the artificial \"wilderness\" and the follies that some Georgian Fenyx had erected. He thought to improve the landscape by dotting it with completely manufactured ruins." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With happy disregard for the state of their best clothing, the younger children swarmed the wilderness while the older ones sauntered along, pretending that they were too sophisticated for such a childish pastime, but just as excited as the little ones when they found a button." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took a good hour before the last button was found and handed in for a prize; by then, the smaller ones were lining up for rides in the pony-cart while the older boys were doing the same for a ride in Reggie's motor. The swings in the trees were all fully occupied, the maze had its own set of explorers, and the games at the booths were doing a surprisingly brisk business.\n\nAt one, there was a break for luncheon in the refreshment tent, a break that Reggie was pleased to see. He had forgotten, when he had volunteered to take children for rides up and down the long driveway, that this would mean hours of driving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His leg was telling him that it would be some time before it forgave him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After luncheon, to his relief, came the official proceedings of the day, beginning with the Maypole dance. Reggie's gramophone was pulled into service, with Jimmy Grimsley, the head boy, dragooned into service to keep it cranked up. It had to be the first time in the history of Broom that Maypole dances were held to the tune of melodies by Bach instead of the pennywhistle and fiddle. The adults dutifully gathered around to watch, first the little ones blunder through an attempt at a simple in-and-out weave, then progressively more complicated weaves as the teams of dancers increased in age—the girls with enthusiasm, the boys with reluctance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The eldest—all girls, since not even the headmaster could convince teenaged boys to dance around a Maypole—did a quite credible job, leaving the pole with its crown of flowers covered in a tightly woven, patterned set of ribbons." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then it was time for everyone to assemble for the academic prizes.\n\nA low platform had been erected for the purpose, and the audience sat on blankets and tablecloths usually used for picnics. Reggie and the teachers all stood on the platform, while the children waited, squirming, on the blankets in the very front \"rows.\"\n\nFirst, Miss Kathleen Davis, the teacher for the youngest children (who were not segregated by sex at their age), announced the winners of Best Penmanship, Most Books Read, Best Speller, and Best Recitation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The children solemnly and shyly, and with maternal encouragement, paraded up to the platform, and Reggie gave them their picture-books, wrapped in beautiful paper and ribbons, with just as much solemnity as if he had been distributing medals." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They all sat through a repetition of the prize-winning recitation—predictably, \"How Doth the Little Busy Bee\"—which at least the child in question managed to get through without needing to be prompted, without mumbling, or without bursting into tears, all of which Reggie could recall happening on previous prize days.\n\nThen it was Miss Judith Lasker's turn to announce the prize-winners for the older girls. Best Penmanship, Best Recitation, Spelling Prize, Literature Prize, and Best Essay on the subject of (Reggie tried not to groan) \"My Country.\" The winner of the Best Essay looked very surprised when Reggie presented her with a hatbox instead of a stationery set or a book, and when she and her friends gathered around to discover what could be in the intriguing box, the winner was so delighted to discover that it really was a hat she almost forgot to return to the platform to read her winning essay aloud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next time it'll be two hats, Reggie thought, ungraciously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That ought to keep them busy enough they'll completely forget to read the blasted thing.\n\nThe Literature Prize winner, Maria Holmes, did not get a stationery set; that seemed wrong to Reggie, who had instead culled several unread volumes from his own stores—things given to him in the hospital that he had not had the heart to read. Poems of a V.A.D. seemed appropriate enough, and the complete Kipling verse as well as Kim and The Light That Failed, and a book of Shaw's plays." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They weren't the sort of thing that a girl would ordinarily be given, but he had the feeling that a \"bookish\" girl was more than ready for something stronger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Best Recitation was from a girl improbably called Marina Landman, and was, to Reggie's complete shock, \"The Last Meeting,\" written only the year before by Siegfried Sassoon. She recited it beautifully, clearly—he had to wonder if she really understood what the words she was speaking from memory actually meant—\n\nOr to her was it all Romeo-and-Juliet, doomed, romantic young love? Certainly the poem was written that way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Where had she found it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dear God, if she had seen any of his other poems, she surely would have tossed the book away, weeping. Sassoon might have begun writing his poetry about the nobility of sacrifice in war, and the glory of a grand death, but he was not writing of that now....\n\nWell, it might make him uncomfortable, but evidently no one else was bothered. Or else they had no idea who had written this piece; well, truly, there was nothing in it to mark it as the work of a man in the trenches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Probably someone saw it in The Strand or some other magazine or newspaper, and thought it appropriate for a young girl to recite, he decided." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She can't possibly have seen any of Sassoon's other poetry.\n\nHe presented her with her prize of stationery and a silver pen-set. She seemed pleased. \"I want to be a teacher,\" she told him, when he'd asked her the usual question of what she wanted to do. \"Like Miss Lasker.\"\n\nMiss Lasker colored up and looked pleased." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sure you'll be a fine teacher,\" Reggie told her, and signaled the headmaster with his eyes that it was time for the boys to receive their prizes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One more lot, and then I can sit down....\n\nMichael Stone stepped forward and announced the winners. Mathematics Prize, History Prize, Geography Prize—why weren't the girls given challenges like that?—Latin Prize, Best Recitation, and Best Essay on the subject of Patriotism.\n\nThe recitation, unmercifully, was \"The Charge of the Light Brigade.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reggie tried not to listen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It called up too many memories of similar idiotic charges he had seen from the relative safety of his aeroplane—yet another suicidal dash \"over the top\" straight into the machine guns. He kept his face fixed in what—he hoped—was a vaguely pleasant expression and wondered what idiot had encouraged the boy to memorize this particular piece at this particular time.\n\nHe expected much the same out of the Grimsley boy's essay—\n\nBut got a shock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It read like the poetry of Wilfrid Owens, or at least, a very, very young Wilfred Owens, one who hadn't yet seen the slaughtering grounds with his own eyes, but knew very well they were there, and knew that their leaders were idiots, and while questioning the sanity of it all, did not question that doing one's duty was the right and proper thing to do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, it wasn't laid out so skillfully as all that, and there was still more than a veneer of the youthful idealism that sent those first boys to their deaths in 1914, thinking it was a glorious thing to fall in battle. But still, the bones of intelligent questioning were there—and it astonished him.\n\nSo much so that the headmaster caught sight of his startled expression and leaned over to whisper, \"Jimmy is the only boy left in his family. Father, both brothers, three uncles and all his male cousins. He'd like to go to university in two years, but—\" Stone shrugged. \"Whether he can get a place, I don't know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You just get him ready for the entrance examinations,\" Reggie said, fiercely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll see that he gets there.\" He hadn't even known that he was going to say such a thing until after the words were out of his mouth, but he was glad that he had done so a moment later as he caught the look of astonishment, followed by gratitude, on Michael Stone's face.\n\nHe nodded to confirm the pledge, then returned his attention to the boy feeling a kind of proprietary determination. Too many of the bright intellectual lights of his generation had been put out already." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He would, by heaven, save this one, at least." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the prizes came the highlight of the day—what one little fellow joyfully called \"A proper tea at last!\" with jam buns, currant scones, and iced biscuits, ice creams, honey and more jam for the proper sandwiches, all the sweet things that children craved. And if they could not, as they had in days gone by, eat sweet things until they were sick, well perhaps that wasn't so bad a thing. There was just enough of the rationed sugar to make sure every child got enough to feel properly rewarded—to fill them up, they had to make do with slightly more wholesome fare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The adults did have to make do with what they could purchase at the church fair stalls; this was, after all, the school treat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every child also got one of the finest crackers obtainable, with little prizes inside like pennywhistles, so that they all went home with at least a bag of nuts from the button hunt and a cracker prize in their pockets, along with the memory of a day stuffed full of fun without the shadow of war on it. After tea, the wagons arrived to carry them back down to the village again; the adults lingered until the church fair officially closed.\n\nReggie kept himself mostly out of the way. By this time, his leg was a torment, but the last thing he wanted was for anyone to notice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between the Longacre staff and the men from the village who came up to help with the dismantling, the tents came down and were stowed in the hay-wains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stalls and booths did not come down quite as quickly as they had gone up, but by sunset, the only vestiges of the May Day festivities were the trampled grass, a few bare places where little girls had been unable to resist picking flowers in the gardens, and the swings still hanging in the trees.\n\nReggie got up onto the terrace without drawing any attention to himself, and paused there ostensibly to admire the setting sun, but in reality to give his knee a rest. Lady Devlin came up from the gardens when he had been standing there for a few moments to stand beside him. She surveyed the empty lawn and sighed happily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, we'll be scraping our jam a bit thin for the next several weeks, and the gardens will look a little motheaten for a week or two, but it was worth it,\" she said with content." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you see their little faces?\"\n\n\"And their not-so-little faces,\" Reggie told her, putting his arm around her shoulders to give her a squeeze. \"Well done, Mater; you put on a ripping treat for them. Oh, that Grimsley boy—\"\n\n\"If you're going to say we're finding him a place at Oxford, good,\" she interrupted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That was an amazingly mature essay. Your father always meant to have a fund for the village, and never got around to taking care of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She stopped for a moment, closed her eyes, then went on, bravely, \"Since he never got the chance, we should do it for him. We'll make that boy the first to have it, shall we?\"\n\nHe blinked at her, then grinned. \"Mater, you are trumps!\" he exclaimed warmly. \"I'll get it set up with Mrs.\n\nMacGregor and Andrew Dennis tomorrow. I'll have Andrew set up a trust, and Lee can tell me what we should use to fund it with.\"\n\n\"That would be the wisest, I think.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She nodded decisively. \"You know, I'm glad you invited the Brigadier. You were right; we need more people about. I will invite your aunt—perhaps Lady Virginia too. We'll have some small summer weekends—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So long as you don't plan to have 'em with the sole intention of trotting potential brides in front of me, he thought, though in truth, he knew that any such hope was probably in vain. What he said aloud was, \"It'll be good to have people around. But at the moment—if you'll forgive me, dearest, I am going to go to my room, put my leg up, and have someone bring me a tray with the sad remains of the feasting. My leg is not at all pleased with me.\"\n\nTruth to be told, his leg was telling him that if he didn't get weight off it soon, he might not like what it was going to do. He'd been able to ignore the pain for most of the day, but it was coming on with a vengeance now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You do look pale, dear,\" she said, casting a worried glance at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And do you know, that sounds like a capital idea to me, too. A hot bath, a book, and whatever the cook can throw together on a tray. The staff have worked their hearts out for this, too.\" She smiled. \"However, I am very glad it is only once a year! Now I'll go and let the housekeeper know we'll be making an early evening of it. I'm sure the staff will be pleased.\"\n\nShe kissed his cheek and wandered back into the house; he waited, though his leg was really beginning to throb, until she was unlikely to see the difficulty he was in. Only then did he limp towards the door, and seize, with wordless gratitude, the cane that was in a stand beside it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His valet had silently, and without being asked, installed stands with canes in them in practically every room he was likely to be in, and at every outside door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now he rested his weight on the handle and reminded himself to make sure Turner was properly thanked.\n\nAs the dusk began to descend, shrouding the rooms he passed through in shadow, he wondered how difficult it would be to get electricity and the telephone up to the place. Mad Ross's wife, Sarah Ashley, a Yorkshire woman, was the local telephone operator, although there could not be more than three or four telephones in Broom itself—so it would certainly be possible to at least get the telephone installed up here. Yes, he would see to that, no matter what." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be another way to get his mother connected back to the wider world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the telephone would come invitations to go and do things from her old friends, and he knew from personal experience that it was a great deal easier to refuse invitations that came by mail than it was to refuse the ones that came in person.\n\nYes. I'll get the telephone in at the very least, and electricity if I can manage it. That should help the staff out a bit, too. Electric lights took less tending, or so he was told." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused at the foot of the stairs, looking up to the next floor with a feeling as if he was about to try to scale the Matterhorn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gritted his teeth, braced himself, and with the cane in one hand and a death-grip on the balustrade, he began the long climb. His knee now felt as if someone was putting a bullet into it with every step he had to climb.\n\nHalfway up he had to stop. I really did overdo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I should have had one of the lads take the kids out after the first hour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd thought the leg was in better shape than that. Clearly, it wasn't.\n\nHe made it to the top of the stairs on will alone, and stood there for a moment with sweat trickling down his back. He wanted to sit down, and knew he didn't dare; he'd never be able to get to his feet again. At least now he wasn't going to have to climb any more stairs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it's a long way to my room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he had just finished that thought, his valet appeared as if summoned by magic.\n\nAnd as he looked into Turner's concerned face, he decided that pride was a great deal less important than pain.\n\n\"Milord, may I—\" Turner began, diffidently.\n\n\"Oh yes, you certainly may,\" Reggie sighed, and allowed Turner to help him back to his rooms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The valet was a lot more help than a mere cane." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Milord, if you don't mind my saying so, you've overdone.\" Turner regarded him sternly. \"Now, it's not my place, and I'm no doctor, but—\"\n\n\"Please, old man, if you don't mind playing nurse, I've no objection to behaving like a patient,\" he replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then, I believe that hot water is in order.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turner nodded briskly, and took him straight into the bathroom, almost carrying him—which Reggie was not at all averse to. \"Have you actually eaten anything today, milord? Since breaking your fast, I mean.\"\n\n\"Ah—\" he blinked, and thought. \"A sausage and toast at luncheon. A jam-bun and lots and lots of tea.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought so. The pain takes the appetite, doesn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turner helped him out of his clothing and into the hot bath; he sank into it with a hiss for the heat, and a sigh of relief as the heat took the edge off the pain of his leg. \"You stay there for a bit, and let me deal with this, milord.\"\n\nReggie was only too happy to do just that. Once he was in the hot water, he realized that it wasn't just his knee that hurt—the rest of his wounds and broken bones were aching; the knee was just so bad it had overwhelmed the rest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He remained in the steaming water until it had started to cool, when Turner appeared and helped him out again, and then into bed with a hot compress wrapped around the knee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was already a tray with hot soup and some assorted sandwich quarters waiting.\n\nAnd when he saw the familiar bottle on the tray along with his food he did not object. Instead, he looked at Turner with a raised eyebrow. \"Was it your idea or Mater's to get this refilled?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mine, milord. I thought you were likely to need it, and I also thought you would not wish to worry your mother.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turner's face was a study in the unreadable.\n\n\"I don't pay you enough. We'll have to attend to that in the morning,\" he replied.\n\nTurner smiled faintly. \"I believe, milord, you won't need me any more tonight. Goodnight, milord.\"\n\n\"Good night, Turner.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Mercedes Lackey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of Mercedes Lackey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a Mercedes Lackey sorta thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alison woke late, with the sun streaming in the window of her room in the Crown and Cushion, feeling entirely contented with her life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As it had happened, she had not had to do anything about Locke at all. The Old Gods didn't like machinery; by the time he had arrived at the Hoar Stones with the motor, the last vestige of Loki had long since departed his erstwhile host, and Warrick Locke was back to being his old obsequious self.\n\nNevertheless, she felt as if he ought to be rewarded in some small way. So on the drive back last night, she had said, quite casually, \"Warrick, don't you think it would be useful for us to have something at our disposal that is a bit faster than this? More powerful? It probably isn't going to be the last time we'll have to traipse out into the countryside. It might be a good thing to have something fast enough to take us to our destination and back to Broom in the same night.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It would be useful,\" he had replied, doubtfully, \"But really powerful autos take a great deal of practice to handle, Mrs. Robinson, and to be honest, I understand they need a certain amount of strength too. Are you certain you want to take something like that on?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had laughed. \"Oh, I don't mean to handle it; a fine Guy I would look, got up like some demon racer! No, why don't you draw what you need out of the accounts and purchase something appropriate in your own name. Then if we need to make a fast run into the country, I can ring you.\"\n\nShe didn't have to be able to see him—not that she'd have been able to in the dark, even if he wasn't wearing driving-goggles—to sense his rush of elation. She had settled back into her seat feeling amused and content; men were such simple creatures! Give them a new mechanical toy, and suddenly they felt like gods!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As to whether a fast automobile would be useful or not, she had no idea, and didn't really care." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It provided an excuse to permit him to draw out a great deal of money and reward himself without actually giving him the money, which would set a bad precedent. And he would be ever so grateful; although he was not doing badly by himself as her solicitor, he would never be able on his own to afford the sort of fast, powerful auto that she could purchase.\n\nIt was a bit of an extravagance, but then, once one of the girls was safely wedded to the Fenyx boy, such things would be mere bagatelles.\n\nShe had gone to bed feeling supremely satisfied with the night's work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She woke feeling, if anything, even more contented." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Too contented to go back to Broom.\n\nIt was, after all, May Day. She particularly did not want to return today, since May Day meant she would have to attend that tedious church fair and school treat nonsense.\n\nShe had decided months ago that she was not going to help out with this function, even though it was to be held at Longacre Park." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The only way she would be able to attract the attention of Lady Devlin would be to volunteer for literally everything, and she would be only one person among the horde of common housewives from the Women's Institute and Ladies' Friendly Society doing the same thing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And she really didn't want to attend, either.\n\nMerely attending, no matter how much she and the girls spent at the church stalls on things they didn't want and had no use for, would still call up the question of why she wasn't participating. On the other hand if business had called her unexpectedly out of town, she would have the perfect excuse not to even go to the wretched thing. The mere idea of being surrounded by a pack of sticky children, forced to listen to recitations and to buy handmade garbage she would not even dare to throw away, made her nauseated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The only bright spot in the whole day would be in watching the virginal little maidens of Broom trotting around the phallic Maypole in the recreation of a fertility rite, without anyone else having the least notion of what they were doing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And that was not amusing enough to have to tolerate the rest of it.\n\nLondon, she thought with longing. Yes, and why not? She deserved it. The girls had been very good; they could do with a treat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could renew her assault on Lady Devlin once her ladyship had recovered from hosting all those wretched children." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A night or two in London would be just the thing. Some theater, there were things she had forgotten in the spring shopping trip. And above all, it would give her a chance to recover her powers before she returned home.\n\nWhen she went down to the dining room, the girls were already there, pensively eating toast and tea with Warrick Locke; they brightened up considerably when she suggested the trip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mother!\" Lauralee said, her face alight with pleasure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, grand! There are ever so many things I forgot last March—that wretched laundress manages to ruin my stockings with appalling regularity—\"\n\n\"We were a bit rushed,\" Alison admitted indulgently. \"And Warrick, you can get that automobile I was talking about; with me there, I can simply write a cheque for it and there will be no tedious nonsense with drawing money on account or answering to the trust about it.\"\n\nThe usually dour expression on the solicitor's face brightened to that of a boy on Christmas morning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That would be more convenient, Mrs. Robinson,\" was all he said, but she held back her own smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Men were so transparent!\n\n\"Then let's gather up our traps and make for the railway station,\" was all she said. \"I suspect we can purchase a few more new things to eke out the clothing we have with us sufficiently. You know,\" she added thoughtfully. \"The one thing we did not plan on is that we have no common clothing, and if we are going to be making excursions to—special sites—this summer, we really should not be wearing things that will draw attention to ourselves.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can get some quite nice frocks ready-to-wear, Mother,\" Carolyn observed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing that I would wear to Longacre Park, but good enough for—excursions.\"\n\n\"Then it's settled. Away you go, girls; be so good as to pack up my things as well, while I settle with the innkeeper.\"\n\nThe girls scrambled to obey, leaving her to enjoy her own breakfast in peace, and in the certainty that what had begun so well last night was only going to get better.\n\n[ May 1, 1917 Broom, Warwickshire ]" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eleanor had had a restless and uncomfortable night, and was mortally glad that Alison and the girls were away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had been reduced eventually to sleeping on the kitchen floor, near the fire, inside a circle of protection before she could actually get to sleep. Only when her circle was around her and a couple of her Salamanders were frisking about with her would the unsettled feeling that there was something horrible outside the walls of The Arrows leave her.\n\nThen, of course, she overslept—although, for her, oversleeping meant rising around seven. It didn't matter though, since the compulsions that Alison had put on her had weakened to the point that if she was merely in the kitchen at dawn, she would be left alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So once she slept, she slept long and deeply, and only awoke at the insistent tugging of a Salamander on her finger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The moment she awoke, she knew by the chill even here next to the hearth what it wanted; the fire had burned down to the barest of coals, and before she did anything else, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and got it rekindled. Then she returned to the pallet—which, now that she was able to take pretty much what she wanted or needed within the walls of the house, was now as comfortable, if not more comfortable, than her bed in the attic room. It looked as it always had, but she had carefully hand-stitched a tattered rag of a coverlet over the top of a very nice woolen blanket, had more blankets in hiding if she needed them, and had made up a decent mattress out of one of the featherbeds left in the upstairs maid's room. Anyone looking in on her as she slept would only see her wrapped in something that looked as if she had rescued it from the bin, and once she was awake, the sham was carefully hidden away in a cupboard that had once held enormous pudding-basins." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eleanor could not have boiled a pudding to save her soul, so the basins, now stowed in the cellar, were not required." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In all the time she had been here, Alison had never once opened the cupboards, and Eleanor was fairly certain she wasn't going to begin now.\n\nSo when she lay back down to wake up properly, it was with no sense of hardship. She did, however, want to think very hard about the dreams she'd had.\n\nUnlike the ones that had driven her downstairs, these had been quite interesting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not pleasant precisely—she was left with the impression this morning that whatever else had been going on, she had been working very hard—but certainly not disturbing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Am I supposed to remember them, or not?\" she asked aloud. And that seemed to trigger something—a memory of—voices.\n\nShe closed her eyes, and relaxed as Sarah had taught her, because she knew if she strained after those dream-memories, they would vanish.\n\nVoices. The first thing that came into her mind was the hollow, ringing quality of them. Then words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's not ready! I care not if she can wield the power, she is not yet ready to do so!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was a female voice, more annoyed than angry. But there was something not—quite—human about it. As if it belonged to one of those fiery creatures that she had called \"fire fairies\" that had appeared to play with her in her dreams as a child. There was a resonance to it that she had never heard in a human voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When are they ever? But the knowledge must be there when she needs it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was a male, gruff, with the impression of immense age. Now, if a volcano could have a personality, this would have been it. Immense power was in this one, held barely in check; a slow power, slower than that of the first voice, but somehow the impression was that the speaker's strength at need was exponentially greater than anything the first speaker could command.\n\nAnd a third voice—also male, and by contrast, quite human-sounding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Very well. But see to it that she forgets when waking.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After that—nothing. No matter how much she blanked her mind, she could remember nothing else, except that she had been working as if she were studying for the examinations to enter Oxford.\n\nAh, now that was another clue. Whatever she had been \"doing,\" it hadn't been physical labor, it had been entirely mental.\n\nAssuming it was anything other than a dream." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Which was a rather major assumption." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes, she knew very well that magic was real, and very much a factor in her life, but it didn't follow that things she dreamed about were also real. Whatever, that was all she had of it. With a sigh of frustration, she stretched, opened her eyes, and started the day.\n\nWhich, once she was clean and dressed, was interrupted again almost immediately, by the sound of a great many people and wagons coming up the street." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was hardly usual for Broom, and even less so this early in the morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What on earth could be happening out there?\n\nShe left by the kitchen door and went to the garden gate to peer out, and saw, to her puzzlement, a veritable procession of wagons and carts carrying canvas and parcels and no few of the village women, all of it heading up towards the road leading out of the village. Where on earth could they be going?\n\nAcross the road, watching with the greatest of interest as he leaned on his stick, was one of the oldest men in Broom, Gaffer Clark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Under the thick thatch of white hair and the equally white beard, it was hard to tell exactly how old he was, and he himself wasn't entirely sure, because there weren't too many other people in Broom old enough to say that they knew they were older than Gaffer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, if anyone would know what this was all about, it would be Gaffer. But—asking Gaffer was like breaking down a dam holding back a lake of words. The moment you asked him the simplest of questions, a veritable torrent of words came out—as Gaffer would say, \"Words bein' so cheap an' all, why not make a great tidy heap of 'em?\" He was never one to keep his thoughts to himself, and one of those was always that there was no reason to use one word when a dozen would do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh well, she crossed the street and approached him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gave her that puzzled look that always came over the villagers, because of her stepmother's spells—the look that said, \"I think I ought to know you, and I can't imagine why I don't.\" She just nodded to him in a friendly but subservient fashion; Alison wanted her to appear to be a very, very low-ranking servant who was not a native of Broom, and so she would try and fit in with that. Besides, that very guise would give her the excuse to ask questions.\n\n\"Please sir, could you tell me what's going on? Why are all those carts out here this morning?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she asked, looking up at him with feigned timidity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, now, well, it's May Day and all, do ye ken?\" the Gaffer said, opening his bag of words and beginning to strew them about with a great smile on his face. \"And when it's May Day, it's only right and proper that there be something to celebrate! Only that's being a bit hard these days, seeing that the Nine-Man-Morris is down to two men—two and a half, if you counted that poor lad i' there—\" he nodded his head at the Broom pub—\"what's on'y got half of what he left here with. And there's none of the lads what does the hobby-horse, nor Robin Hood, nor Maid Marian neither, nor not even a decent fiddler, so what's to do? And none of the travelers, nor the peddler-men that does the May church fair, or at least, not many and they ain't men. And school be closing short, so as the little 'uns can be helping with the farming. So, says good milady Devlin, may God himself bless her kindly heart, let's make the May Day fair and the school treat all in one, and have it all up at Longacre! Well, no sooner she says that, than everyone thinks, Hoi! A grand idea, that! And bein' as she's her ladyship and all, she's got—means, d'ye ken?\" He stopped just long enough to give Eleanor a huge wink." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's a-got hold of stuff to make sweeties for the kiddies, so it'll be a real school treat and all, and may God bless their innocent hearts, they can be eating sweets till they be sick, just as is proper for a school treat. And Master Reggie, who's Lord Fenyx now and all, he'll be a-handing out the prizes, as it's prize day along of being school treat. None of your Bibles and prayer books, neither, not that I hold with your prayer books, being chapel, and beggin' your pardon if I've offended ye, miss, but that's the bare truth, for a true man don't need a book to tell him what to pray, and I reckon God Himself gets tired of hearin' the same words bein' prattled every Sunday with no more understanding than a babe. Still! Prizes a youngster'd be happy to have, not that they shouldn't be happy to have a Bible, but 'tisn't as if they don't get Bibles every time yon vicar has an excuse to hand 'em around. No, none of your Bibles and prayer books for Lord Fenyx, no—he'll be handin' out picture books and grand stories with plenty of pirates and bandits and happy endings and what all! So 'tis to be a grand day, all around. I'll be hauling me old bones up there myself, see if I don't! Gaffer, he's old, but not too old to know what a good time is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gaffer paused for breath, and Eleanor took that opportunity to thank him and scuttle back across the road and in through the garden gate—because she greatly feared that once Gaffer got his breath back, she'd be given a detailed account of every good time that the Gaffer had ever enjoyed.\n\nOnce inside the safety of the yard, she paused to consider what she had been told. And now that she recalled—there had been the same sort of to-do last May Day, but Alison had not given her the leisure to think about it, much less ask.\n\nAnd of course, Reggie hadn't been up at Longacre either—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reggie! If he was to be handing out the school prizes, then of course he wouldn't be able to get down to Round Meadow by teatime." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd be lucky to get away before sunset, if at all. If she knew Reggie at all, she knew he wouldn't just be a figurehead, he'd be doing something to help.\n\nAnd she wouldn't be seeing Sarah, either; Sarah herself had said as much. Well, May Day... there was undoubtedly something witchy to be done on May Day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sarah had been quite reticent about her plans, and Eleanor knew better than to pry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no way that she could get the bond to stretch all the way to Longacre Park. She was lucky to get as far as Round Meadow—which was far enough from the manor that Reggie drove his automobile to get there.\n\nIt was hard not to feel disappointed and deserted, as she walked back into the kitchen and stood staring at the fire on the hearth. Everyone, it seemed, was going to be having some sort of celebration but Eleanor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the last of the carts rattled out of the village, a strange quiet settled over the place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was, quite literally, as still out there as if it was two or three in the morning, except for bird-calls and the occasional distant crow of a rooster. She hadn't until that moment realized how much sound there was, even in such a small village as Broom, until the moment when it was gone.\n\nShe was all alone. There was no one to talk to, no one to be with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the few days she would be able to get away to see Reggie, and he wouldn't even be there, because he was up there at that enormous manor, playing His Lordship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tomorrow Alison and the girls would probably be back, and her imprisonment would begin again. It's not fair— She sat down on the kitchen stool and stared out the window. It's not— And she felt tears of self-pity start to well up.\n\nAnd then, she blinked, and firmed her chin, and sat straight up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What had she to feel sorry about?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Good heavens, it was May Day, and Alison and the girls were somewhere far, far away, and she could go out to Round Meadow or anywhere else she could reach and go and gather the first May Day flowers she'd have been able to pick since before the war! And there were at least four old ladies on Cottager's Row that no one would be bringing May bouquets to, and who were too old to get up the hill to the fair! Four poor old ladies who had given all their best years to the service of someone else, and who were now sitting in their little cottages with no one for company except each other. Now there were people who had a right to feel sorry for themselves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I might as well find out if I can manage two excursions outside The Arrows in a day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With resolution, she got her sprig of rosemary, broke it, and made the proper incantation, then got a basket and went a-Maying.\n\nShe wandered through pastures deserted by all but the sheep and cows, finding flowers she hadn't seen in three years. She visited little copses where she recalled the shyer flowers blooming, and there they were, untouched by anyone else.\n\nOf course, that only made sense." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The children who would have picked this May Day bounty had been too excited by the coming treat to go make May baskets for their mothers and little sweethearts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the older girls—\n\nThe older girls have no sweethearts to make May garlands for, either. Suddenly, she stopped feeling quite so sorry for herself. In fact, the last wedding in the village had been her old schoolmate Cynthia Kerns—who'd had one day with her husband before he went back to the Front. One day—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, it was no wonder that the flowers were still blooming here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no one to pick them. All the young men were gone, and the young ladies didn't have much heart for picking flowers.\n\nShe returned long before the sprig had withered with a basket full of cowslips and primroses, lilies-of-the-valley and other early flowers. With a skill she had thought she had forgotten, she wove grasses into little May-baskets, then raided the tea-cakes for a couple of sweet treats, laying them in the baskets with her own bouquets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She surveyed her handiwork with pardonable pride." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There! Now that's right and proper! She had made up four lovely little May-baskets of the sort she remembered from much happier days. The baskets wouldn't last a day, the flowers would linger only for two or three more, but it was the thought that counted, wasn't it? She cast the spell a second time, and with a larger basket laden with her offerings, went down to Cottager's Row." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The proper May Day protocol was to lay one's offering on the stoop, knock at the door, and run away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The problem was, Eleanor very much doubted that any of these old ladies would be able to bend down to pick up her offerings, and even if they could, they might not be able to get back up again. So she went to each in turn, knocked on the door, and presented very surprised and touched old women with her gift and a simple, \"First of May, ma'am,\" with the little curtsey you would expect from a lower servant girl. And then, with eyes cast down, before any of them could ask who she was or who had sent her, she hurried away. She went around the corner and waited until her recipient went back into her house before going on to the next one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They would probably get together over tea and compare notes, but there was no harm in that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The point was that each should have a pleasant surprise, from someone unknown.\n\nNot that any of these old women would know who she was even if she gave them her real name. The likelihood that any of them would even be aware of a Robinson family living at The Arrows was pretty remote. As servants up at the manor, they knew less than a quarter of the very small population of Broom, only those with whom they had family ties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Servants at a great house had very little time to themselves, no more than a half day or so off every couple of weeks, and even less to spare to go visiting even their own families." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the time they had entered service to the time when they were pensioned off, their social circle had been among their fellow servants, not down here—and any old friends they'd once had might well themselves be dead at this point.\n\nAnd once again, she realized that she had very little reason to feel sorry for herself. Even if her stepmother's spell kept people from recognizing her, people still knew who she was—and at least one remembered her and recognized her.\n\nAs for those four old ladies, at least they knew that someone had remembered them today, and Eleanor found a little smile of pleasure playing about her lips as she hurried back to The Arrows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She indulged herself with a slightly extravagant luncheon, but as she finished it, a spirit of restlessness overcame her, and she felt far too unsettled to spend the day reading." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So instead, she went all over the house, flung open all of the windows to the spring breezes and—after a moment of thought—began to clean.\n\nOh, not the spring cleaning that Alison would, without a doubt, set her to the moment she and the girls got home. No, this time she would clean what she wanted to clean. In the years since the war began, she'd not been able to air out her own bedding or clean her own room more than twice, and only after she was exhausted from her daily work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So it was her tiny room that got turned out and swept and dusted until there wasn't a speck of dirt anywhere in it, the mattress put out in the garden to air, the blankets and coverlet left to hang over the line, the threadbare carpet beaten within an inch of its life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was every stitch of her own clothing that got washed and hung to dry, then put away with rosemary sprigs to scent it. It was the pallet-bed from the kitchen that got the same treatment as her bedding from her bedroom. And with time still on her hands in the late afternoon, she decided to go upstairs into the attic and see what was there.\n\nShe honestly didn't expect much." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After all, she and her father weren't the family that had owned The Arrows for the last however-many generations, and she fully expected that the original family would have cleaned out every bit of their ancestral goods." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Except that once she climbed the stairs and unlocked the door to the long-ignored room—she discovered that they hadn't.\n\nShe had never been here before; not even once Alison had turned her into a servant. Perhaps everyone had assumed that the attic was empty, and since the war, there had been such a shortage of things that no one actually had anything to go up in an attic to stow things away. Not even clothing; once Alison or the girls deemed a frock too worn or too out-of-date to wear, it went to the church for distribution to the deserving poor in an ostentatious display of false piety." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So the piled up furnishings and dust-covered trunks came as a startling surprise as she blinked at them in the musty gloom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The air was full of dust, and light shone only dimly through the single grimy window. But there must have been enough in the way of furnishings here to fill two or three rooms, and a great deal more in the way of trunks, boxes, and crates.\n\nTo the windowless back of the attic, she could dimly make out the shapes of exceedingly old-fashioned furniture piled up to the ceiling; heavy stuff, ornately carved. At least one very old-fashioned four-post bed with a wooden canopy, straight-back chairs, a table so heavy she wondered how anyone had gotten it up here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In front of the furniture, were the trunks and boxes, piled upon one another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No books, which seemed odd—but then, perhaps most of the former owners hadn't been readers to speak of.\n\nSurely there isn't anything usable up here, she thought doubtfully. But something of the child who cannot help but see a trunk and think \"treasure\" must still have been in her, for she went to the nearest, and flung open the lid to look. And then the next—and the next—and the next—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soon enough, she had been half right—and half wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The trunks were full of all manner of things. Children's books, battered and torn, and broken toys. Trunk after trunk full of threadbare linens, moth-eaten blankets, and ancient curtains. More trunks full of antique clothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of the clothing dated to the last century at least, from the era of the bustle and the hoop-skirt, and had been thriftily packed away, with springs of lavender so old it crumbled when she touched it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The silks were so old that they practically fell apart when she picked them up; merely lifting them made them tear. The furs had evidently been raising entire hoards of little mothlets, and so had the woolens. And yet, not everything was a complete loss. Most of the trimmings, the laces, the beads, and the embroideries, were still sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And there were gowns that somehow had escaped the moth and the mildew and dry-rot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anything linen or cotton was perfectly good, for instance, and there were a couple of Victorian ball-gowns that were, if terribly creased, also wonderfully evocative of the by-gone belles who must have worn them. Of course the ball-gowns were absolutely useless to her, but she gathered up the linen skirts, well aware that each of the voluminous things, made to wear over the huge hoops formerly fashionable, would make two or three modern walking skirts for her. She would have to be very careful, and do all her sewing at night, but she wouldn't have to look quite as shabby as she had been doing. Shirtwaists and blouses, plain ones at least, hadn't changed much in all that time, either." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of Mercedes Lackey.Produce four sentences using the prose and structure of Mercedes Lackey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sunshine and fresh air flooded the kitchen, and The Arrows was very peaceful without the Robinsons and Howse present. So peaceful, that Eleanor wondered what it would be like to live here like this forever—if somehow, the Robinsons would just never return.\n\n\"I've thought and I've reasoned, and I've looked,\" Sarah said aloud, startling Eleanor as she concentrated on a particularly obtuse paragraph about the Hanged Man card. \"And much as I hate to admit that I'm wrong—well, I'm wrong.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eleanor blinked, and stared at her mentor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sarah was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the kitchen, staring down at a pile of stones with markings on them. Rune-stones, she called them, and she used them not only to try and give her some direction for the future, but to try and learn what was going on around her that might be hidden from her. If, for instance, someone was sick enough that he needed to see the medical doctor and not just depend on her herbal remedies. There were many country folk who still were suspicious of the doctor and veterinarian, and sometimes it took Sarah a deal of convincing to get them to go to either gentleman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wrong about what?\" Eleanor asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took a lot to get Sarah to admit she was wrong about anything. She was dreadfully stubborn that way.\n\nThen again, she had every right to be.\n\n\"I've always said that the big house and the village haven't got much of anything to say to each other,\" Sarah replied sourly, still staring down at her stones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Still, I knew it was an Air Master that chased off the revenants; I knew it couldn't be a local witch, no matter how powerful, when you told me about it, and I was right. It turns out she's a guest up there at Longacre, though, and it seems that she's staying the summer. And that changes everything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"An Air Master?\" Eleanor said, catching her breath. Oh, granted, it wasn't her Element, but any Master could help her—\n\nMore to the point, unlike, say, a constable or any other authority figure, any Elemental Master would know she was telling the truth about Alison and what Alison had done to her. She wouldn't have to try and convince an Elemental Master that she wasn't mad because she was talking about magic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's what we've needed, what you've needed, to see if you can't get cut free of your stepmother and her wicked magic. And now, I've asked the cards, the bones, and the stones, and they're all saying you need to go up there and meet with that Air Master. In fact, they say if you don't, well—\" she shook her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It'll be bad, that's all. Not just bad for you, either. The stones reckon Alison's got some wicked mischief going that's going to be a trouble no matter what steps are taken to stop her, but horrible bad if she isn't stopped.\" Sarah looked up, her face full of fear. \"I can't tell what it is, but at a guess, she's let loose some kind of sickness; she's Earth, and that's the sort of thing they do when they go to the bad. Pestilence and plague.\" Sarah bit her lip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, the stones say that if you work with that Air Master and get yourself cut free, Alison will fall, but if you don't, she'll use you somehow and put more power into whatever it is she's done, and the stones don't say how much worse it will be, but they're all showing their bad sides.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She felt as if hope and fear were at war inside her. Hope, because here was exactly what she needed. Fear, because how could she ever get what she needed with Alison's hearth-binding still holding her? \"But—I can't get as far as Longacre,\" she protested." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And even if I could, I can't just stroll up to even the tradesman's entrance and ask to be introduced to the Air Master!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even if she knew the Air Master's real name. Especially not looking like a servant. She knew better than to go to the front door—she'd be turned away in a heartbeat.\n\n\"Well, now, that's not necessarily true... because you only need to get inside those walls once and talk to her. After that, if she's worth anything, and the stones say she is, she'll come to you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sarah gathered up the stones and poured them into a little leather bag." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And there is one night, coming up, when you can walk in the front door and be presented like you were to the manor born. Provided you're wearing a fancy dress.\" She tilted her head to one side. \"Think about it. The night of that fancy dress ball. If your stepsisters are good enough to be invited, you surely are as well.\"\n\nEleanor's hand flew to her mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good gad!\" she cried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're right, you're exactly right! But—\" As quickly as her hopes rose, they dropped again. \"Where am I going to get an invitation? Or a costume? Especially one that will look as if it belongs among people like that?\"\n\n\"Ah, now, what about that attic of yours?\" Sarah replied, with a lift of her brow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think we ought to take a look up there, first, before we think about any other possibilities. As for the invitation, you leave that up to me. I'll find a way to get you invited.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eleanor wanted to protest that she'd been through all of the chests and had salvaged the only usable garments up there, but Sarah was already on her feet and marching towards the steps. With a sigh of resignation, Eleanor followed.\n\nIt was easier to move the chests with two of them, but it was rather disheartening to see what the moths and time had done to some of the once-beautiful gowns that had been inside them. Silk shattered and tore like wet tissue as they lifted gowns out; the satins had mostly discolored, beadwork fell off the bodices." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But just as Eleanor turned away, even though there were older chests and clothes-presses waiting, certain that they had completely eliminated any possibility of finding anything, Sarah let out an exclamation of satisfaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" Eleanor blurted, turning back.\n\nSarah held up a froth of flounces and lace. \"I knew there should be one of these still good!\" she exclaimed with satisfaction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's still a tale in the village, how the three girls from Broom went up to London and were the belles of the ball. The fellow who owned The Arrows before your father bought it was just as well-off; the wool-trade, d'ye see, that and The Arrows had been in his family since Great Harry's day. This is a ball-gown from the time of Victoria's coronation; all three of the daughters here went down to London on account of some aunt who married a title got them all manner of invitations. She got them into all the right circles and chaperoned them about for three weeks. It must have worked, since two of them got husbands out of the journey, and but the third never could settle on anyone, and ended up back here, taking care of her parents when they got old. That's who your father bought the house from, the daughter who never married.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Curious now, Eleanor made her way back to where Sarah was unpacking the petticoats that went with the gown. They, remarkably, were also still sound. The gown was stupefying to one used to the current narrow skirts and minimal (or in Eleanor's case, nonexistent) corseting. She couldn't imagine how much Venice lace had gone into trimming the row after row of flounces on the skirt. Twenty yards? Thirty?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The neckline was low enough to make her blush; the puffy little flounced sleeves were as tiny as the skirt was huge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was made of some sort of flounces of netting or gauzy stuff in a dark ivory tone over a slightly heavier skirt. Maybe it had once been pure white, and had aged to this color, but if so, it had done so uniformly.\n\n\"You'll look a rare treat,\" Sarah said, giving the gown a good shake. \"This is Indian cotton, from back in the day when it was dearer than silk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll look a rare Guy—\" Eleanor retorted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But she reached out to touch the delicate lace, anyway, wondering wistfully if she really could fit into it.\n\nA moment later, she found out, at Sarah's insistence. She was surprised to find that it fit her very well indeed.\n\n\"A good thing that they didn't reckon young girls should wear much but flowers or feathers, back in the day,\" Sarah said, looking very pleased. \" 'Cause how I should manage jewels, I haven't a clue. We'll say you're little Princess Victoria herself. Here, I've got a nice rose-colored sash off that silk that went to bits, that'll take the place of the old one that's gone, a bit of cleaning, some flowers and a domino-mask—you leave it to me. Put your hair up, and a bit of glamorie, even Alison won't recognize you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eleanor looked down at herself, feeling a thrill of excitement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And it wasn't because she would finally find a possible mentor, or because this might be the chance to plead her case to an Elemental Master. No, there was only one thought in her head at the moment.\n\nReggie will be there. And he'll see me like this—not shabby." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But how am I going to get there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she asked, as it occurred to her that trying to walk up to Longacre in that dress was going to be in impossible proposition.\n\n\"I'll borrow a cart and horse and put a glamorie on them, too,\" Sarah said dismissively. \"Make them look like a carriage. Wouldn't pass in daylight, but this will be after dark. I'll be your coachman, I'll hand you out, so nobody gets close enough to see through the glamorie.\"\n\n\"But—I still can't get as far as the manor!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she objected weakly. \"Alison's bindings—I've tried stretching them, and they still only go as far as the meadow.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You will be able to. Alison will have her hands full with her girls. She'll be trying to hide her nature from that Air Master, you can count on it. She'll be distracted by the ball. For an hour or two, and working together, we'll be able to stretch those bindings just far enough that night.\" Sarah sounded quite sure of herself, and Eleanor just gave in.\n\nShe had to be right. This was Eleanor's only chance to get some outside help." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to see Reggie, even if he didn't recognize her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe because he wouldn't recognize her. Just once, she wanted to talk to him, and see him look at her the way he would look at any other girl that was his social equal.\n\nShe wanted—a memory. No matter what happened to her after that night, she wanted to have a memory of being a princess at a ball, dancing with a handsome knight, and allow herself to be just that little bit in love with him.\n\n\"You're right,\" she said, with a nod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we don't seize this opportunity, there may never be another one; we have to make it work.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ July 17, 1917 London ]\n\nThanks to her friendship with Lady Devlin, the Savoy had put the Robinsons up in a better suite than usual; the girls didn't even have to share a room, which made for a little more peace and quiet. It certainly impressed Warrick Locke when he arrived on Alison's summons.\n\nAlison saw no need to trouble herself with secrecy today; what could be more natural than a meeting with her solicitor since they both \"happened\" to be in London?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The girls were at fittings for their costumes; nothing could be more respectable than having him come to her hotel suite in broad daylight with a briefcase full of papers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Howse was right in the next room, though she could have been in this one, if Alison had wished, and neither seen nor heard anything but her book. It had taken more than a year, but now Howse was nicely obedient to Alison's will and directions, yet still had enough freedom of thought that she performed all of her duties properly.\n\nJust for the sake of verisimilitude, Locke had a stack of papers on the table. The fact that none of those papers concerned her was something no one else would ever find out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some of them, however, concerned Eleanor, who was the central topic of their conversation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eleanor was a loose end that Alison very much wanted tidied up before there was a wedding in the offing. It would be harder to dispose of her quietly when one was connected to the Fenyxes of Longacre Park.\n\nBut Locke still had no better plan than the old one, even though he'd had weeks to think of alternatives. Alison was extremely disappointed in him; normally he was full of ideas, but he seemed terribly fixated on this one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Perhaps it was because of his own personal obsessions, but if that was indeed the case, the sooner he got them under control, the better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I tell you, Warrick, no matter how much you like your plan to break that wretched girl's mind, it is too complicated,\" Alison objected. \"What's more, it relies too much on that man of yours, as well as bringing in possible confederates. I know you trust him, but every time you add a person to a plan you double the chances of something being said or done at the wrong time and either ruining the whole thing or giving the plan away. Or worse still, you've added the danger of having your confederate decide to betray you.\"\n\nWarrick Locke frowned. \"Robbie has been working with me for a very long time now. Frankly, if you are concerned about him doing something other than what he has been ordered to do, I can tell you that in all the time that I have known him, he has never once had an original idea for himself.\"\n\n\"It's too complicated a plan,\" Alison countered, throttling down her rising irritation with him. \"There are too many things that can go wrong, including that the wretched child just might be tougher-minded than you think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The closer I come to reaching my goals, the less I like complicated plans." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I find that the more I have to lose, the less inclined I am to take chances on something that might work.\n\nAnd the whole house of cards you wish to construct has far too many points of possible failure for my comfort.\"\n\n\"It's the only idea that has any chance at all of giving you the results you want,\" he replied, with ill grace. \"If she dies, you lose, because the inheritance goes to the cousin. If she disappears, you lose, because until she's proven dead, you can't touch her money and when she's proven dead, the inheritance goes to the cousin. If she stays sane, and attains her majority, you lose, because sooner or later the trustees are going to want to see her to turn her fortune over to her and then there's no telling what will happen. If you injure her physically to the point that she can't care for herself, you still lose, because doctors will be involved, and someone will find out that you've been making a slave of her and making free with her inheritance. The only way you win is if you keep her alive and drive her so completely mad that she withdraws into herself and never comes out again. That means breaking her will, her spirit, and her mind, and there's only one way that I know for certain to do that. After all, it's not as if you can drop her down a hole and be done with her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait a moment—\" she said, with a sudden surge of interest and a jolt of euphoria as his words caused an interesting image to flash across her mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She caught and held that image; quickly extrapolated something from it, and then, smiled, slowly. \"You just might have something, Warrick. You might just have solved the conundrum.\"\n\n\"Pardon?\" He blinked at her, caught off-guard by her words.\n\n\"You said something very interesting. You said that I couldn't just drop her down a hole and be done with it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her smile broadened. \"But that just might be exactly what we want to do with her. There's more than one way to get the results we want from her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now he was completely confused, that much was very plain. \"I thought the best plan was to break her mind.\"\n\n\"Be patient with me. What was the first spell I put on her? To bind her to the hearth. Correct?\" She nodded as he frowned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So this has kept her confined to the house and grounds. She can't go off on her own; that binding was intended to keep her from looking for help. But that same binding spell may serve us in another way. If she were to be taken away from the hearth, carried off somewhere, she would have to try and make her way back, no matter what obstacles were in her path. Or—? Do you remember how I constructed the bindings? Because I certainly do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not sure I see where this is going, but I believe the geas you put on her forces her to try, and keep trying, to make her way back to The Arrows. And the longer she's away the more of her mind becomes obsessed with the need to return, until she can't even eat or sleep, she's so driven by and consumed with that need.\" Now his frown looked as if he was beginning to see the shape of something, but hadn't yet deciphered the puzzle she had set him.\n\nShe helped him out with some clues. \"Warwickshire is full of abandoned coal mines. Lady Devlin was just complaining about one of them last week—it's collapsing, evidently, and causing subsidence on the property of one of her friends, spoiling a good meadow. Now suppose, just suppose, that we were to drop her down one of those, then report that she has gone missing, as we always intended to do. The first thing and only thing she would try to do is return to the hearth, driven by her growing obsession, and if we took care to drop her into one where she couldn't climb out, where the tunnels run from the entrance towards Broom, can you see what would happen?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His frown deepened. \"I—think so—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alison sat forward in her chair, leaning towards him. \"She will have to follow the pull of the geas. Which means she would be forced to penetrate deeper into the mine, until she could go no further, without lights, without anything to help her.\" She nodded as his eyes widened with understanding. \"Think of that; alone in the dark and possibly injured, she comes to a dead end. She can't retrace her steps, because the spell won't let her go back. She can't go on, because she's at a dead end. She's hungry, thirsty, and more and more of her mind is taken up with the obsession to return. Now, just to add something to ensure that we get the results we want, a mine is in the earth, and what's more, it's in violated earth, which means the Elementals associated with it are all of my sort. So if trying to claw her way through coal-bearing rock with her bare hands isn't enough to drive her mad, my little friends can take care of that problem by pushing her over the edge of sanity. Little monsters with glowing eyes appearing and vanishing in the dark, things gibbering and drooling on her, cold hands clutching at her, plucking at her clothing... it would take a stronger mind than she has to come out of that intact!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you need to have her in your custody in order to keep control of her inheritance,\" Locke objected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was already prepared for the objection. \"And I can do that. I merely wait a day or so, then nudge a rescue party to the right coal mine and allow them to find her. Fear, thirst, hunger, constant attack by gnomes and kobolds, and the geas—if she has any mind left after forty-eight hours of that, I will be shocked and amazed. By that time, I imagine the only thing we'll need to worry about is replacing her with a servant.\" She did sigh at that. It was getting impossible to find servants that weren't thieves, drunks, or both." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With so many women getting much better wages and shorter hours by taking the places of men than they could ever obtain as servants, only the dregs were left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the other hand, once the business of Eleanor is settled, perhaps the answer would be simply to use magical coercions on whatever I can get. I pity any thief that tries to purloin anything from my house. Or perhaps she could take someone feeble-minded from the workhouse. The same coercions that kept Eleanor scrubbing and tending should work on the feeble-minded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Locke gazed at her with astonishment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My hat is off to you. I would not have thought of any of that. I hesitate to call anything a perfect plan, but this one is as close to perfect as a reasonable person could wish. I assume you'll put her to sleep to make her easier to handle?\"\n\n\"Probably,\" Alison agreed. \"I wouldn't even need to use a spell, if I didn't want to. A little chloroform on a sponge would do the trick.\"\n\n\"More reliably renewable than a spell, too,\" Locke murmured admiringly. \"And costs nothing in power. You could even do it with your daughters; simply wait until the girl has gone to sleep, go up to her room, administer the sponge, and there will not even be a struggle.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She did not ask how he knew that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Presumably he had some experience in such matters.\n\n\"As I told you, I prefer simple plans,\" she replied, feeling so pleased with her own ideas that she was willing to be very pleasant to the man. \"And it does occur to me that when this works, I'll be needing to find some place safe and secure to put the afflicted child. I scarcely intend to keep her at home; the present servant problem is bad enough without trying to find someone to care for and stand guard over a madwoman. I presume that you've been looking into such things?\"\n\n\"Discreetly, I assure you, and mentioning no names,\" he responded immediately, and dug into his case for a file." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And here are the best places I found—quite discreet, very understanding about the need to keep someone alive and healthy, but once a patient is checked in, they don't ever emerge.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled, and leaned over the table to examine the tastefully subdued brochures. On his own ground, Locke was knowledgeable and immensely helpful.\n\nShe would definitely keep him around a while longer.\n\nEspecially now that he realized she didn't need him to come up with better plans than he could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would make him a little on edge, and anxious not to get on her bad side, because she was, after all, a most generous client." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ July 18, 1917 Longacre Park, Warwickshire ]\n\nLady Devlin was a very old-fashioned hostess, and that meant she believed in doing things the old-fashioned way.\n\nShe was writing out every one of the invitations for the ball herself, since she no longer had a secretary to tend to such things for her. The estate manager could probably have done it for her, but she claimed that she was enjoying it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a while, out of sheer guilt, Reggie elected to help her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His once-neat copperplate handwriting was gone all to hell, of course, with lack of practice, but it was good enough to address envelopes.\n\nWhich was tedious, but saved his mother the effort of writing out the addresses and allowed her to concentrate on the aesthetics of producing the invitations. They couldn't be printed, alas; perhaps the middle-class found invitations where one filled in missing names and dates acceptable, but no one of Lady Devlin's stature would even consider resorting to such a stratagem. Besides, many of them required a certain level of personalization in the form of a note." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It did allow him to sit down without looking like a malingerer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It also gave him a chance to find out who the girls were that would be pursuing him at this little hunt disguised as a party.\n\nRoberta and Leva Cygnet; not much of a surprise there. They were already coming to teas and tennis-parties. \"Mrs. Regina Towner,\" though—\"Regina Towner?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked, casually. \"Do I know the Towners?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"An old friend from school,\" his mother replied, just as casually. Right enough; mother's age, which means her daughter is probably my age... Mr. and Mrs Robert Tansy, Esq., and daughter. So Ginger will be in the howling pack. Good gad, I hope some of my lads come through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I need all the distractions I can muster, and Ginger likes to dance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some of the next few were innocuous enough. Then, \"Lt. Commander Matthew Mann, the Hon. Mrs. Matthew Mann, Miss Mann.\" Ah, good gad. The Brigadier's granddaughter, and Mama is an \"Hon.\" I've never seen an \"Hon.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "that wasn't on the hunt for a title for the family." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, the Brigadier warned me. \"Viscountess Arabella Reed.\" One of Lady Virginia's friends, she was a chatterbox, but at least she didn't have any daughters.\n\nThen, at last, the run of invitations that he hoped would save him—pilots-in-training at the school headquartered at Oxford, and lads he knew either were on leave or could get it. Even a cadet was a second lieutenant, and while Mamas were on the hunt for titles, daughters were easily distracted by officers' dress-uniforms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Second Lt. Michael Freed, Second Lt. David Jackson, at Reading." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lt. Vincent Paul Mills, good gad, I hope he doesn't get shot to bits before this thing comes off; that handsome face will be even more of a distraction than his uniform. Captain Michael Dolbeare; good thing he's training the lads at Oxford; he's a got enough medals at this point to sink him if he fell in the river, and the girls can't resist the shiny. Lt. Allen McBain; arm in a sling, but even if he can't dance he's another handsome devil. That Scots burr, though; the girls will giggle over it and make him blush, which is entertaining as well as a distraction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now the Oxford lot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Second Lt. John Oliver, Second Lt. Charles Goddard, Second Lt. Lyman Evans—at least they aren't losing a flying-student a day the way they were at the start of the war, or half my invitations would never get answered. Of course Turner had made sure that the names he had given Reggie were of the better students who had less chance of cracking up. That was a concern; ambulances were stationed at the students' fields because they were, by heaven, needed. The accident rate was appalling, the death-rate even more so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Rumpetys killed more lads than combat did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thank God for the Gosport system. Things had changed since he was a cadet; now there was a logical system in place for training. Still. Back in his day, there were always several dozen crashes a day when the weather permitted and the planes were up. Usually one cadet died a day, and several more were injured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not so bad now, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Can't afford to lose that many in training, I suppose. Took those old men long enough to figure that out.\n\nHe shook off the shakes that threatened him as he remembered some of those crashes... fortunately, his sojourn at the school as a cadet had been mercifully short. He already knew how to fly, and didn't take long to prove it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Captain William Robert Howe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Can't do without him. He's bringing the band— Thanks to the Brigadier; this was a regular infantry band, though they had played for the RFC. That would give some of the PBI a thrill, coming up to a country house to play. Captain Howe was the officer in charge and the bandleader, all in one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And, the Brigadier claimed, single." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another alternate target for the husband-hunters. PBI he might be, and less glamorous than a pilot, but he was a captain.\n\nCaptain Steven Stewart, and he'd damned well better get leave. Steve had pledged on his life he'd come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tommy had sworn he'd see to it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tommy had incentive; was getting a case of whiskey from the Longacre cellars if Steve did make it.\n\nLt. Commander Geoffrey Cockburn, and if he puts his auto in the pond again, I'll make him go in after it. Captain Christopher Whitmore, and he had better not bring all that photographic paraphernalia with him. Both had been chums of his at college." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Geoff was a tearaway, Chris studious, both still single and not at all unhandsome." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet more fodder for the husband-hunters. With luck, he'd get a word with them ahead of time so they could help keep the harpies off.\n\n\"Here's the uniformed lot, Mater,\" he said, with relief, putting his stack beside the rest of the finished envelopes.\n\n\"Ah, good,\" she replied, absently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here, there's just a few more of the local people. Be a dear and do them, would you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mrs. and Mrs. Donald Hinshaw, the vicar and his wife. Doctor and Mrs. Robert Sutherland. And then—\n\nMrs. Alison Robinson, Miss Danbridge, Miss Carolyn Danbridge, Miss Eleanor Robinson....\n\nEleanor? For a moment, his mind went blank." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then it re-focused again. Eleanor Robinson." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His Eleanor?\n\nShe was that—woman's daughter? But how was that possible?\n\n\"Mater, who's this Eleanor Robinson?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked casually, or at least, as casually as he could manage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, she's just dear Alison's stepdaughter,\" his mother said, indifferently. \"The vicar reminded me about her, or at least, I think it was the vicar. Someone did, anyway. She's supposed to be at Oxford, so I suppose she's a terrible bluestocking not to come home for the summer, but it wouldn't do not to invite her, even if she doesn't come.\"\n\nShe's supposed to be at Oxford? But— He felt as if he'd been poleaxed, he was so stunned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was certainly no monetary reason why she shouldn't be at university—that woman spent money as freely as his own mother did, and it was common knowledge she was well-off, so there should be no trouble with the fees." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For that matter, given how Alison Robinson spent lavishly, why was Eleanor always so shabby-looking? Why did she have hands like a charwoman?\n\nWhat was going on there?\n\nAnd the next question. How do I find out if I can't get near Eleanor in the first place?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like Lord Dunsany and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the troll came to the frontier of twilight he skipped nimbly through; yet he emerged cautiously into the fields we know, for he was afraid of dogs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slipping quietly out of those dense masses of twilight he came so softly into our fields that no eye had seen him unless it were gazing already at the spot at which he appeared. There he paused for some instants, looking to left and right; and, seeing no dogs, he left the barrier of twilight. This troll had never before been in the fields we know, yet he knew well to avoid dogs, for the fear of dogs is so deep and universal amongst all that are less than Man, that it seems to have passed even beyond our boundaries and to have been felt in Elfland.\n\nIn our fields it was now May, and the buttercups stretched away before the troll, a world of yellow mingled with the brown of the budding grasses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he saw so many buttercups shining there the wealth of Earth astonished him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And soon he was moving through them, yellowing his shins as he went.\n\nHe had not gone far from Elfland when he met with a hare, who was lying in a comfortable arrangement of grass, in which he had intended to pass the time till he should have things to see to.\n\nWhen the hare saw the troll he sat there without any movement whatever, and without any expression in his eyes, and did nothing at all but think.\n\nWhen the troll saw the hare he skipped nearer, and lay down before it in the buttercups, and asked it the way to the haunts of men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the hare went on thinking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thing of these fields,\" repeated the troll, \"where are the haunts of men?\"\n\nThe hare got up then and walked towards the troll, which made the hare look very ridiculous, for he had none of the grace while walking that he has when he runs or gambols, and was much lower in front than behind. He put his nose into the troll's face and twitched foolish whiskers.\n\n\"Tell me the way,\" said the troll." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the hare perceived that the troll did not smell of anything like dog he was content to let the troll question him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he did not understand the language of Elfland, so he lay still again and thought while the troll talked.\n\nAnd at last the troll wearied of getting no answer, so he leaped up and shouted \"Dogs!\" and left the hare and scampered away merrily over the buttercups, taking any direction that led away from Elfland. And though the hare could not quite understand elvish language, yet there was a vehemence in the tone in which the troll had shouted Dogs which caused apprehension to enter the thoughts of the hare, so that very soon he forsook his arrangement of grass, and lollopped away through the meadow with one scornful look after the troll; but he did not go very fast, going mostly on three legs, with one hind leg all ready to let down if there should really be dogs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And soon he paused and sat up and put up his ears, and looked across the buttercups and thought deeply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And before the hare had ceased to ponder the troll's meaning the troll was far out of sight and had forgotten what he had said.\n\nAnd soon he saw the gables of a farm-house rise up beyond a hedge. They seemed to look at him with little windows up under red tiles. \"A haunt of man,\" said the troll." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And yet some elvish instinct seemed to tell him that it was not here that Princess Lirazel had come." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, he went nearer the farm and began to gaze at its poultry. But just at that moment a dog saw him, one that had never seen a troll before, and it uttered one canine cry of astonished indignation, and keeping all the rest of its breath for the chase, sped after the troll.\n\nThe troll began at once to rise and dip over the buttercups as though he had almost borrowed its speed from the swallow and were riding the lower air. Such speed was new to the dog, and he went in a long curve after the troll, leaning over as he went, his mouth open and silent, the wind rippling all the way from his nose to his tail in one wavy current." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The curve was made by the dog's baffled hopes to catch the troll as he slanted across." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Soon he was straight behind; and the troll toyed with speed; breathing the flowery air in long fresh draughts above the tops of the buttercups. He thought no more of the dog, but he did not cease in the flight that the dog had caused, because of the joy of the speed. And this strange chase continued over those fields, the troll driven on by joy and the dog by duty. For the sake of novelty then the troll put his feet together as he leaped over, the flowers and, alighting with rigid knees, fell forwards on to his hands and so turned over; and, straightening his elbows suddenly as he turned, shot himself into the air still turning over and over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He did this several times, increasing the indignation of the dog, who knew well enough that that was no way to go over the fields we know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But for all his indignation the dog had seen clear enough that he would never catch that troll, and presently he returned to the farm, and found his master there and went up to him wagging his tail. So hard he wagged it that the farmer was sure he had done some useful thing, and patted him, and there the matter ended.\n\nAnd it was well enough for the farmer that his dog has chased that troll from his farm; for had it communicated to his livestock any of the wonder of Elfland they would have mocked at Man, and that farmer would have lost the allegiance of all but his staunch dog.\n\nAnd the troll went on gaily over the tips of the buttercups." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Presently he saw rising up all white over the flowers a fox that was facing him with his white chest and chin, and watching the troll as it went." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The troll went near to him and took a look. And the fox went on watching him, for the fox watches all things.\n\nHe had come back lately to those dewy fields from slinking by night along the boundary of twilight that lies between here and Elfland. He even prowls inside the very boundary, walking amongst the twilight; and it is in the mystery of that heavy twilight that lies between here and there that there clings to him some of that glamour that he brings with him to our fields." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, Noman's Dog,\" said the troll." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For they know the fox in Elfland, from seeing him often go dimly along their borders; and this is the name they give him.\n\n\"Well, Thing-over-the-Border,\" said the fox when he answered at all. For he knew troll-talk.\n\n\"Are the haunts of men near here?\" said the troll." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fox moved his whiskers by slightly wrinkling his lip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like all liars he reflected before he spoke, and sometimes even let wise silences do better than speech.\n\n\"Men live here and men live there,\" said the fox.\n\n\"I want their haunts,\" said the troll.\n\n\"What for?\" said the fox." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have a message from the King of Elfland.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fox showed no respect or fear at the mention of that dread name, but slightly moved his head and eyes to conceal the awe that he felt.\n\n\"If it is a message,\" he said, \"their haunts are over there.\" And he pointed with his long thin nose towards Erl.\n\n\"How shall I know when I get there?\" said the troll." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By the smell,\" said the fox." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is a big haunt of men, and the smell is dreadful.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Noman's Dog,\" said the troll. And he seldom thanked anyone.\n\n\"I should never go near them,\" said the fox, \"but for…\" And he paused and reflected silently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But for what?\" said the troll." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But for their poultry.\" And he fell into a grave silence.\n\n\"Good-bye, Noman's Dog,\" said the troll and turned head-over-heels, and was off on his way to Erl.\n\nPassing over the buttercups all through the dewy morning the troll was far on his way by the afternoon, and saw before evening the smoke and the towers of Erl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was all sunk in a hollow; and gables and chimneys and towers peered over the lip of the valley, and smoke hung over them on the dreamy air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The haunts of men,\" said the troll. Then he sat down amongst the grasses and looked at it.\n\nPresently he went nearer and looked at it again. He did not like the look of the smoke and that crowd of gables: certainly it smelt dreadfully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There had been some legend in Elfland of the wisdom of Man; and whatever respect that legend had gained for us in the light mind of the troll now all blew lightly away as he looked at the crowded houses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And as he looked at them there passed a child of four, a small girl on a footpath over the fields, going home in the evening to Erl. They looked at each other with round eyes.\n\n\"Hullo,\" said the child.\n\n\"Hullo, Child of Men,\" said the troll." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was not speaking troll-talk now, but the language of Elfland, that grander tongue that he had had to speak when he was before the King: for he knew the language of Elfland although it was never used in the homes of the trolls, who preferred troll-talk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This language was spoken in those days also by men, for there were fewer languages then, and the elves and the people of Erl both used the same.\n\n\"What are you?\" said the child.\n\n\"A troll of Elfland,\" answered the troll.\n\n\"So I thought,\" said the child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where are you going, child of men?\" the troll asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To the houses,\" the child replied.\n\n\"We don't want to go there,\" said the troll.\n\n\"N-no,\" said the child.\n\n\"Come to Elfland,\" the troll said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The child thought for awhile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Other children had gone, and the elves always sent a changeling in their place, so that nobody quite missed them and nobody really knew. She thought awhile of the wonder and wildness of Elfland, and then of her own home.\n\n\"N-no,\" said the child.\n\n\"Why not?\" said the troll." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mother made a jam roll this morning,\" said the child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And she walked on gravely home. Had it not been for that chance jam roll she had gone to Elfland.\n\n\"Jam! \" said the troll contemptuously and thought of the tarns of Elfland, the great lily-leaves lying flat upon their solemn waters, the huge blue lilies towering into the elf-light above the green deep tarns: for jam this child had forsaken them!\n\nThen he thought of his duty again, the roll of parchment and the Elf King's rune for his daughter." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Next morning Alveric came up the tower to the witch Ziroonderel, weary and frantic from searching all night long in strange places for Lirazel. All night he had tried to guess what fancy had beckoned her out and whither it might have led her; he had searched by the stream by which she had prayed to the stones, and the pool where she prayed to the stars; he had called her name up every tower, and had called it wide in the dark, and had had no answer but echo; and so he had come at last to the witch Ziroonderel.\n\n\"Whither?\" he said, saying no more than that, that the boy might not know his fears. Yet Orion knew.\n\nAnd Ziroonderel all mournfully shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The way of the leaves,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The way of all beauty.\"\n\nBut Alveric did not stay to hear her say more than her first five words; for he went with the restlessness with which he had come, straight from the room and hastily down the stair, and out at once into the windy morning, to see which way those glorious leaves were gone.\n\nAnd a few leaves that had clung to cold branches longer, when the gay company of their comrades had gone, were now too on the air, going lonely and last: and Alveric saw they were going south-east towards Elfland.\n\nHurriedly then he donned his magical sword in its wide scabbard of leather; and with scanty provisions hastened over the fields, after the last of the leaves, whose autumnal glory led him, as many a cause in its latter days, all splendid and fallen, leads all manner of men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so he came to the upland fields with their grass all grey with dew; and the air was all sparkling with sunlight, and gay with the last of the leaves, but a melancholy seemed to dwell with the sound of the lowing of cattle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the calm bright morning with the northwest wind roaming through it Alveric came by no calm, and never gave up the haste of one who has lost something suddenly: he had the swift movements of such, and the frantic air. He watched all day over clear wide horizons, south-east where the leaves were leading; and at evening he looked to see the Elfin Mountains, severe and changeless, unlit by any light we know, the colour of pale forget-me-nots. He held on restlessly to see their summits, but never they came to view.\n\nAnd then he saw the house of the old leather-worker who had made the scabbard for his sword; and the sight of it brought back to him the years that were gone since the evening when first he had seen it, although he never knew how many they were, and could not know, for no one has ever devised any exact calculation whereby to estimate the action of time in Elfland." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he looked once more for the pale-blue Elfin Mountains, remembering well where they lay, in their long grave row past a point of one of the leather-worker's gables, but he saw never a line of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he entered the house and the old man still was there.\n\nThe leather-worker was wonderfully aged; even the table on which he worked was much older. He greeted Alveric, remembering who he was, and Alveric enquired for the old man's wife. \"She died long ago,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And again Alveric felt the baffling flight of those years, which added a fear to Elfland whither he went, yet he neither thought to turn back nor reined for a moment his impatient haste." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He said a few formal things of the old man's loss that had happened so long ago. Then \"Where are the Elfin Mountains,\" he asked, \"the pale-blue peaks?\"\n\nA look came slowly over the old man's face as though he had never seen them, as though Alveric being learned spoke of something that the old leather-worker could not know. No, he did not know, he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Alveric found that to-day as all those years ago, this old man still refused to speak of Elfland." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, the boundary was only a few yards away, he would cross it and ask the way of elfin creatures, if he could not see the mountains to guide him then. The old man offered him food, and he had not eaten all day; but Alveric in his haste only asked him once more of Elfland, and the old man humbly said that of such things he knew nothing. Then Alveric strode away and came to the field he knew, which he remembered to be divided by the nebulous border of twilight. And indeed he had no sooner come to the field than he saw all the toadstools leaning over one way, and that the way he was going; for just as thorn trees all lean away from the sea, so toadstools and every plant that has any touch of mystery, such as foxgloves, mulleins and certain kinds of orchis, when growing anywhere near it, all lean towards Elfland." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By this one may know before one has heard a murmur of waves, or before one has guessed an influence of magical things, that one comes, as the case may be, to the sea or the border of Elfland." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And in the air above him Alveric saw golden birds, and guessed that there had been a storm in Elfland blowing them over the border from the south-east, though a northwest wind blew over the fields we know. And he went on but the boundary was not there, and he crossed the field as any field we know, and still he had not come to the fells of Elfland.\n\nThen Alveric pressed on with a new impatience, with the northwest wind behind him. And the Earth began to grow bare and shingly and dull, without flowers, without shade, without colour, with none of those things that there are in remembered lands, by which we build pictures of them when we are there no more; it was all disenchanted now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alveric saw a golden bird high up, rushing away to the south-east; and he followed his flight hoping soon to see the mountains of Elfland, which he supposed to be merely concealed by some magical mist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But still the autumnal sky was bright and clear, and all the horizon plain, and still there came never a gleam of the Elfin Mountains. And not from this did he learn that Elfland had ebbed. But when he saw on that desolate shingly plain, untorn by the northwest wind but blooming fair in the Autumn, a may tree that he remembered a long while since, all white with blossom that once rejoiced a Spring day far in his childhood, then he knew that Elfland had been there and must have receded, although he knew not how far. For it is true, and Alveric knew, that just as the glamour that brightens much of our lives, especially in early years, comes from rumours that reach us from Elfland by various messengers (on whom be blessings and peace), so there returns from our fields to Elfland again, to become a part of its mystery, all manner of little memories that we have lost and little devoted toys that were treasured once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And this is part of the law of ebb and flow that science may trace in all things; thus light grew the forest of coal, and the coal gives back light; thus rivers fill the sea, and the sea sends back to the rivers; thus all things give that receive; even Death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Next Alveric saw lying there on the flat dry ground a toy that he yet remembered, which years and years ago (how could he say how many?) had been a childish joy to him, crudely carved out of wood; and one unlucky day it had been broken, and one unhappy day it had been thrown away. And now he saw it lying there not merely new and unbroken, but with a wonder about it, a splendour and a romance, the radiant transfigured thing that his young fancy had known. It lay there forsaken of Elfland as wonderful things of the sea lie sometimes desolate on wastes of sand, when the sea is a far blue bulk with a border of foam." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dreary with lost romance was the plain from which Elfland had gone, though here and there Alveric saw again and again those little forsaken things that had been lost from his childhood, dropping through time to the ageless and hourless region of Elfland to be a part of its glory, and now left forlorn by this immense withdrawal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Old tunes, old songs, old voices, hummed there too, growing fainter and fainter, as though they could not live long in the fields we know.\n\nAnd, when the sun set, a mauve-rose glow in the East, that Alveric fancied a little too gorgeous for Earth, led him onward still; for he deemed it to be the reflection cast on the sky by the glow of the splendour of Elfland. So he went on hoping to find it, horizon after horizon; and night came on with all Earth's comrade stars. And only then Alveric put aside at last that frantic restlessness that had driven him since the morning; and, wrapping himself in a loose cloak that he wore, ate such food as he had in a satchel, and slept a troubled sleep alone with other forsaken things." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the earliest moment of dawn his impatience awoke him, although one of October's mists hid all glimpses of light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He ate the last of his food and then pushed on through the greyness.\n\nNo sound from the things of our fields came to him now; for men never went that way when Elfland was there, and none but Alveric went now to that desolate plain. He had travelled beyond the sound of cock-crow from the comfortable houses of men and was now marching through a curious silence, broken only now and then by the small dim cries of the lost songs that had been left by the ebb of Elfland and were fainter now than they had been the day before. And when dawn shone Alveric saw again so great a splendour in the sky, glowing all green low down in the south-east, that he thought once more he saw a reflection from Elfland, and pressed on hoping to find it over the next horizon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he passed the next horizon; and still that shingly plain, and never a peak of the pale-blue Elfin Mountains." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whether Elfland always lay over the next horizon, brightening the clouds with its glow, and moved away just as he came, or whether it had gone days or years before, he did not know but still kept on and on. And he came at last to a dry and grassless ridge on which his eyes and his hopes had been set for long, and from it he looked far over the desolate flatness that stretched to the rim of the sky, and saw never a sign of Elfland, never a slope of the mountains: even the little treasures of memory that had been left behind by the ebb were withering into things of our every day. Then Alveric drew his magical sword from its sheath. But though that sword had power against enchantment it had not been given the power to bring again an enchantment that was gone; and the desolate land remained the same, for all that he waved his sword, stony, deserted, unromantic and wide.\n\nFor a little while he went on; but in that flat land the horizon moved imperceptibly with him, and never a peak appeared of the Elfin Mountains; and on that dreary plain he soon discovered, as sooner or later many a man must, that he had lost Elfland." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the day that the hunted unicorn crossed the valley of Erl Alveric had wandered for over eleven years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For more than ten years, a company of six, they vent by the backs of the houses by the edge of the fields we know, and camped at evenings with their queer material hung greyly on poles. And whether or not the strange romance of their quest mirrored itself in all the things about them, those camps of theirs seemed always the strangest thing in the landscape; and as evening grew greyer around them their romance and mystery grew.\n\nAnd for all the vehemence of Alveric's ambition they travelled leisurely and lazily: sometimes in a pleasant camp they stayed for three days; then they went strolling on. Nine or ten miles they would march and then they would camp again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someday, Alveric felt sure in his heart, they would see that border of twilight, someday they would enter Elfland." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And in Elfland he knew that time was not as here: he would meet Lirazel unaged in Elfland, with never one smile lost to the raging years, never a furrow worn by the ruin of time. This was his hope; and it led his queer company on from camp to camp, and cheered them round the fire in the lonely evenings, and brought them far to the North, travelling all along the edge of the fields we know, where all men's faces turned the other way, and the six wanderers went unseen and unheeded. Only the mind of Vand hung back from their hope, and more and more every year his reason denied the lure that was leading the rest. And then one day he lost his faith in Elfland." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After that he only followed until a day when the wind was full of rain, and all were cold and wet and the horses weary; he left them then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Rannok followed because he had no hope in his heart and wished to wander from sorrow; until one day when all the blackbirds were singing in trees of the fields we know, and his hopelessness left him in the glittering sunshine, and he thought of the cosy homes and the haunts of men. And soon he too passed out of the camp one evening and set off for the pleasant lands.\n\nAnd now the four that were left were all of one mind, and under the wet coarse cloth that they hung on poles there was deep content in the evenings. For Alveric clung to his hope with all the strength of his race, that had once won Erl in old battles and held it for centuries long, and in the vacant minds of Niv and Zend this idea grew strong and big, like some rare flower that a gardener may plant by chance in a wild untended place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Thyl sung of the hope; and all his wild fancies that roamed after song decked Alveric's quest with more and more of glamour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So all were of one mind. And greater quests whether mad or sane have prospered when this was so, and greater quests have failed when it was otherwise.\n\nThey had gone northwards for years along the backs of those houses; and then one day they would turn eastwards, wherever a certain look in the sky or a touch of weirdness at evening, or a mere prophecy of Niv's, seemed to suggest a proximity of Elfland. Upon such occasions they would travel over the rocks, that for all those years lay bordering the fields we know, until Alveric saw that provisions for men and horses would barely bring them back to the houses of men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he would turn again, but Niv would have led them still onward over the rocks, for his enthusiasm grew as they went; and Thyl sang to them prophesying success; and Zend would say that he saw the peaks and the spires of Elfland; only Alveric was wise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so they would come to the houses of men again, and buy more provisions. And Niv and Zend and Thyl would babble of the quest, pouring out the enthusiasm that burned in their hearts; but Alveric did not speak of it, for he had learned that men in those fields neither speak of nor look towards Elfland, although he had not learned why.\n\nSoon they were on again, and the folk that had sold them the produce of fields we know gazed curiously after them as they went, as though they thought that from madness alone or from dreams inspired by the moon came all the talk they had heard from Niv and Zend and Thyl.\n\nThus they always travelled on, always seeking new points from which to discover Elfland; and on the left of them blew scents from the fields we know, the scent of lilac from cottage gardens in May, and then the scent of the white-thorn and then of roses, till all the air was heavy with new-mown hay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They heard the low of cattle away on their left, heard human voices, heard partridges calling; heard all the sounds that go up from happy farms; and on their right was always the desolate land, always the rocks and never grass nor a flower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had the companionship of men no more, and yet they could nor find Elfland. In such a case they needed the songs of Thyl and the sure hope of Niv.\n\nAnd the talk of Alveric's quest spread through the land and overtook his wanderings, till all men that he passed by knew his story; and from some he had the contempt that some men give to those who dedicate all their days to a quest, and from others he had honour; but all he asked for was provender, and this he bought when they brought it. So they went on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like legendary things they passed along the backs of the houses, putting up their grey shapeless tent in the grey evenings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They came as quietly as rain, and went away like mists drifting. There were jests about them and songs. And the songs outlasted the jests. At last they became a legend, which haunted those farms forever: they were spoken of when men told of hopeless quests, and held up to laughter or glory, whichever men had to give." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And all the while the King of Elfland watched; for he knew by magic when Alveric's sword drew near: it had troubled his kingdom once, and the King of Elfland knew well the flavour of thunderbolt iron when he felt it loom on the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From this he had withdrawn his frontiers far, leaving all that ragged land deserted of Elfland; and though he knew not the length of human journeys, he had left a space that to cross would weary the comet, and rightly deemed himself safe.\n\nBut when Alveric with his sword was far to the North the Elf King loosened the grip with which he had withdrawn Elfland, as the Moon that withdraws the tide lets it flow back again, and Elfland came racing back as the tide over flat sands. With a long ribbon of twilight at its edge it floated back over the waste of rocks; with old songs it came, with old dreams, and with old voices. And in a while the frontier of twilight lay flashing and glimmering near the fields we know, like an endless Summer evening that lingered on out of the golden age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But bleak and far to the North where Alveric wandered the limitless rocks still heaped the desolate land; only to fields from which he and his sword and his adventurous band were remotely gone that mighty inlet of Elfland came lapping back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So that close again to the leather-worker's cottage and to the farms of his neighbours, a bare three fields away, lay the land that was heaped and piled with all the wonder for which poets seek so hard, the very treasury of all romantic things; and the Elfin Mountains gazed over the border serenely, as though their pale-blue peaks had never moved. And here the unicorns fed along the border as it was their custom to do, feeding sometimes in Elfland, which is the home of all fabulous things, cropping lilies below the slopes of the Elfin Mountains, and sometimes slipping through the border of twilight at evening when all our fields are still, to feed upon earthly grass. It is because of this craving for earthly grass that comes on them now and then, as the red deer in Highland mountains crave once a year for the sea, that, fabulous though they are on account of their birth in Elfland, their existence is nevertheless known among men. The fox, which is born in our fields, also crosses the frontier, going into the border of twilight at certain seasons; it is thence that he gets the romance with which he comes back to our fields." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He also is fabulous, but only in Elfland, as the unicorns are fabulous here." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And seldom the folk on those farms saw the unicorns, even dim in the gloaming, for their faces were turned forever away from Elfland. The wonder, the beauty, the glamour, the story of Elfland were for minds that had leisure to care for such things as these; but the crops needed these men, and the beasts that were not fabulous, and the thatch, and the hedges and a thousand things: barely at the end of each year they won their fight against Winter: they knew well that if they let a thought of theirs turn but for a moment towards Elfland, its glory would grip them soon and take all their leisure away, and there would be no time left to mend thatch or hedge or to plough the fields we know. But Orion lured by the sound of the horns that blew from Elfland at evening, and that some elvish attuning of his ears to magical things caused him alone in all those fields to hear, came with his hounds to a field across which ran the frontier of twilight, and found the unicorns there late on an evening. And, slipping along a hedge of the little field with his hounds padding behind him, he came between a unicorn and the frontier and cut it off from Elfland. This was the unicorn that with flashing neck, covered with flecks of foam that shone silvery in the starlight, panting, harried and weary, came across the valley of Erl, like an inspiration, like a new dynasty to a custom-weary land, like news of a happier continent found far-off by suddenly returned sea-faring men." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Lord Dunsany.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of Lord Dunsany.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a Lord Dunsany sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amongst the weary hounds refreshed with fury and triumph, Orion stepped with his whip and drove them away from the monstrous dead body, and sent the lash quivering round in a wide circle, while in his other hand he took his sword and cut off the unicorn's head. He also took the skin of the long white neck and brought it away dangling empty from the head. All the while the hounds bayed and made eager rushes one by one at that magical carcase whenever one saw a chance of eluding the whip; so that it was long before Orion got his trophy, for he had to work as hard with his whip as with his sword. But at last he had it slung by a leather thong over his shoulders, the great horn pointing upwards past the right side of his head, and the smeared skin hanging down along his back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And while he arranged it thus he allowed his hounds to worry the body again and taste that wonderful blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he called to them and blew a note on his horn and turned slowly home towards Erl, and they all followed behind him. And the two foxes stole up to taste the curious blood, for they had sat and waited for this.\n\nWhile the unicorn was climbing his last hill Orion felt such fatigue that he could have gone little further, but now that the heavy head hung from his shoulders all his fatigue was gone and he trod with a lightness such as he had in the mornings, for it was his first unicorn. And his hounds seemed refreshed as though the blood they had lapped had some strange power in it, and they came home riotously, gambolling and rushing ahead as when newly loosed from their kennels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thus Orion came home over the downs in the night, till he saw the valley before him full of the smoke of Erl, where one late light was burning in a window of one of his towers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And, coming down the slopes by familiar ways, he brought his hounds to their kennels; and just before dawn had touched the heights of the downs he blew his horn before his postern door. And the aged guardian of the door when he opened it to Orion saw the great horn of the unicorn bobbing over his head.\n\nThis was the horn that was sent in later years as a gift from the Pope to King Francis. Benvenuto Cellini tells of it in his memoirs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tells how Pope Clement sent for him and a certain Tobbia, and ordered them to make designs for the setting of a unicorn's horn, the finest ever seen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Judge then of Orion's delight when the horn of the first unicorn he ever took was such as to be esteemed generations later the finest ever seen, and in no less a city than Rome, with all her opportunities to acquire and compare such things. For a number of these curious horns must have been available for the Pope to have selected for the gift the finest ever seen; but in the simpler days of my story the rarity of the horn was so great that unicorns were still considered fabulous. The year of the gift to King Francis would be about 1530, the horn being mounted in gold; and the contract went to Tobbia and not to Benvenuto Cellini. I mention the date because there are those who care little for a tale if it be not here and there supported by history, and who even in history care more for fact than philosophy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If any such reader have followed the fortunes of Orion so far he will be hungry by now for a date or a historical fact." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As for the date, I give him 1530. While for the historical fact I select that generous gift recorded by Benvenuto Cellini, because it may well be that just where he came to unicorns such a reader may have felt furthest away from history and have felt loneliest just at this point for want of historical things. How the unicorn's horn found its way from the Castle of Erl, and in what hands it wandered, and how it came at last to the City of Rome, would of course make another book.\n\nBut all that I need say now about that horn is that Orion took the whole head to Threl, who took off the skin and washed it and boiled the skull for hours, and replaced the skin and stuffed the neck with straw, and Orion set it in the midmost place among all the heads that hung in the high hall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the rumour went all through Erl, as swift as unicorns gallop, telling of this fine horn that Orion had won." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So that the parliament of Erl met again in the forge of Narl. They sat at the table there debating the rumour; and others besides Threl had seen the head. And at first, for the sake of old divisions, some held to their opinion that there had been no unicorn. They drank Narl's goodly mead and argued against the monster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But after a while, whether Threl's argument convinced them, or whether as is more likely, they yielded from generosity, which arose like a beautiful flower out of the mellow mead, whatever it was the debate of those that opposed the unicorn languished, and when the vote was put it was declared that Orion had killed a unicorn, which he had hunted hither from beyond the fields we know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And at this they all rejoiced; for they saw at last the magic for which they had longed, and for which they had planned so many years ago, when all were younger and had had more hope in their plans. And as soon as the vote was taken Narl brought out more mead, and they drank again to mark the happy occasion: for magic at last, said they, had come on Orion, and a glorious future surely awaited Erl. And the long room and the candles and the friendly men and the deep comfort of mead made it easy to look a little way forward into time and to see a year or so that had not yet come, and to see coming glories glowing a little way off. And they told again of the days, but nearer now, when the distant lands should hear of the vale they loved: they told again of the fame of the fields of Erl going from city to city." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One praised its castle, another its huge high downs, another the vale itself all hidden from every land, another the dear quaint houses built by an olden folk, another the deep of the woods that lay over the skyline; and all spoke of the time when the wide world should hear of it all, because of the magic that there was in Orion; for they knew that the world has a quick ear for magic, and always turns toward the wonderful even though it be nearly asleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their voices were high, praising magic, telling again of the unicorn, glorying in the future of Erl, when suddenly in the doorway stood the Freer. He was there in his long white robe with its trimming of mauve, in the door with the night behind him. As they looked, in the light of their candles, they could see he was wearing an emblem, on a chain of gold round his neck. Narl bade him welcome, some moved a chair to the table; but he had heard them speak of the unicorn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lifted his voice from where he stood, and addressed them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Cursed be unicorns,\" he said, \"and all their ways, and all things that be magic.\"\n\nIn the awe that suddenly changed the mellow room one cried: \"Master! Curse not us!\"\n\n\"Good Freer,\" said Narl, \"we hunted no unicorn.\"\n\nBut the Freer raised up his hand against unicorns and cursed them yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Curst be their horn,\" he cried, \"and the place where they dwell, and the lilies whereon they feed, curst be all songs that tell of them. Curst be they utterly with everything that dwelleth beyond salvation.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paused to allow them to renounce the unicorns, standing still in the doorway, looking sternly into the room.\n\nAnd they thought of the sleekness of the unicorn's hide, his swiftness, the grace of his neck, and his dim beauty cantering by when he came past Erl in the evening. They thought of his stalwart and redoubtable horn; they remembered old songs that told of him. They sat in uneasy silence and would not renounce the unicorn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the Freer knew what they thought and he raised his hand again, clear in the candle-light with the night behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Curst be their speed,\" he said, \"and their sleek white hide; curst be their beauty and all that they have of magic, and everything that walks by enchanted streams.\"\n\nAnd still he saw in their eyes a lingering love for those things that he forbade, and therefore he ceased not yet. He lifted his voice yet louder and continued, with his eye sternly upon those troubled faces: \"And curst be trolls, elves, goblins and fairies upon the Earth, and hypogriffs and Pegasus in the air, and all the tribes of the mer-folk under the sea. Our holy rites forbid them. And curst be all doubts, all singular dreams, all fancies. And from magic may all true folk be turned away. Amen.\"\n\nHe turned round suddenly and was into the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A wind loitered about the door, then flapped it to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the large room in the forge of Narl was as it had been but a few moments before, yet the mellow mood of it seemed dulled and dim. And then Narl spoke, rising up at the table's end and breaking the gloom of the silence. \"Did we plan our plans,\" he said, \"so long ago, and put our faith in magic, that we should now renounce magical things and curse our neighbours, the harmless folk beyond the fields we know, and the beautiful things of the air, and dead mariners' lovers dwelling beneath the sea?\"\n\n\"No, no,\" said some." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of Lord Dunsany spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the trolls scurried earthwards to laugh at the ways of man, Lirazel stirred where she sat on her father's knee, who grave and calm on his throne of mist and ice had hardly moved for twelve of our earthly years. She sighed and the sigh rippled over the fells of dream and lightly troubled Elfland. And the dawns and the sunsets and twilight and the pale blue glow of stars, that are blended together forever to be the light of Elfland, felt a faint touch of sorrow and all their radiance shook. For the magic that caught these lights and the spells that bound them together, to illumine forever the land that owes no allegiance to Time, were not so strong as a sorrow rising dark from a royal mood of a princess of the elvish line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sighed, for through her long content and across the calm of Elfland there had floated a thought of Earth; so that in the midmost splendours of Elfland, of which song can barely tell, she called to mind common cowslips, and many a trivial weed of the fields we know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And walking in those fields she saw in fancy Orion, upon the other side of the boundary of twilight, remote from her by she knew not what waste of years. And the magical glories of Elfland and its beauty beyond our dreaming, and the deep deep calm in which ages slept, unhurt unhurried by time, and the art of her father that guarded the least of the lilies from fading, and the spells by which he made day-dreams and yearnings true, held her fancy no longer from roving nor contented her any more. And so her sigh blew over the magical land and slightly troubled the flowers.\n\nAnd her father felt her sorrow and knew that it troubled the flowers and knew that it shook the calm that lay upon Elfland, though no more than a bird would shake a regal curtain, fluttering against its folds, when wandering lost upon a Summer's night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And though he knew too it was but for Earth that she sorrowed, preferring some mundane way to the midmost glories of Elfland, as she sat with him on the throne that may only be told of in song, yet even this moved nothing in his magical heart but compassion; as we might pity a child who infanes that to us seemed sacred might be found to be sighing for some trivial thing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the more that Earth seemed to him unworthy of sorrow, being soon come soon gone, the helpless prey of time, an evanescent appearance seen off the coasts of Elfland, too brief for the graver care of a mind weighted with magic, the more he pitied his child for her errant whim that had rashly wandered here, and become entangled—alas—with the things that pass away. Ah, well! she was not content. He felt no wrath against Earth that had lured her fancies away: she was not content with the innermost splendours of Elfland, but she sighed for something more: his tremendous art should give it. So he raised his right arm up from the thing whereon it rested, a part of his mystical throne that was made of music and mirage; he raised his right arm up and a hush fell over Elfland." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The great leaves ceased from their murmur through the green deeps of the forest; silent as carven marble were fabulous bird and monster; and the brown trolls scampering earthwards all halted suddenly hushed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then out of the hush rose little murmurs of yearning, little sounds as of longing for things that no songs can say, sounds like the voices of tears if each little salt drop could live, and be given a voice to tell of the ways of grief. Then all these little rumours danced gravely into a melody that the master of Elfland called up with his magical hand. And the melody told of dawn coming up over infinite marshes, far away upon Earth or some planet that Elfland did not know; growing slowly out of deep darkness and starlight and bitter cold; powerless, chilly and cheerless, scarce overcoming the stars; obscured by shadows of thunder and hated by all things dark; enduring, growing and glowing; until through the gloom of the marshes and across the chill of the air came all in a glorious moment the splendour of colour; and dawn went onward with this triumphant thing, and the blackest clouds turned slowly rose and rode in a sea of lilac, and the darkest rocks that had guarded night shone now with a golden glow. And when his melody could say no more of this wonder, that had forever been foreign to all the elvish dominions, then the King moved his hand where he held it high, as one might beckon to birds, and called up a dawn over Elfland, luring it from some planet of those that are nearest the sun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And fresh and fair though it came from beyond the bourn of geography, and out of an age long lost and beyond history's ken, a dawn glowed upon Elfland that had known no dawn before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the dewdrops of Elfland slung from the bended tips of the grasses gathered in that dawn to their tiny spheres and held there shining and wonderful that glory of skies such as ours, the first they had ever seen.\n\nAnd the dawn grew strangely and slowly over those unwonted lands, pouring upon them the colours that day after day our daffodils, and day after day our wild roses, through all the weeks of their season, drink deep with voluptuous assemblies in utterly silent riot. And a gleam that was new to the forest appeared on the long strange leaves, and shadows unknown to Elfland slipped out from the monstrous tree-boles, and stole over grasses that had not dreamed of their advent; and the spires of that palace perceiving a wonder, less lovely indeed than they, yet knew that the stranger was magic, and uttered an answering gleam from their sacred windows, that flashed over elvish fells like an inspiration and mingled a flush of rose with the blue of the Elfin Mountains. And watchers on wonderful peaks that gazed from their crags for ages, lest from Earth or from any star should come a stranger to Elfland, saw the first blush of the sky as it felt the coming of dawn, and raised their horns and blew that call that warned Elfland against a stranger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the guardians of savage valleys lifted horns of fabulous bulls and blew the call again in the dark of their awful precipices, and echo carried it on from the monstrous marble faces of rocks that repeated the call to all their barbarous company; so Elfland rang with the warning that a strange thing troubled her coasts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And to the land thus expectant, thus watchful, with magical sabres elate along lonely crags, summoned from blackened scabbards by those horns to repel an enemy, dawn came now wide now golden, the old old wonder we know. And the palace with every marvel and with all its charms and enchantments flashed out of its ice-blue radiance a glory of welcome or rivalry, adding to Elfland a splendour of which only song may say.\n\nIt was then that the elfin King moved his hand again, where he held it high by the crystal spires of his crown, and waved a way through the walls of his magical palace, and showed to Lirazel the unmeasured leagues of his kingdom. And she saw by magic, for so long as his fingers made that spell; the dark green forests and all the fells of Elfland, and the solemn pale-blue mountains and the valleys that weird folk guarded, and all the creatures of fable that crept in the dark of huge leaves, and the riotous trolls as they scampered away towards Earth: she saw the watchers lift their horns to their lips, while there flashed a light on the horns that was the proudest triumph of the hidden art of her father, the light of a dawn lured over unthinkable spaces to appease his daughter and comfort her whims and recall her fancies from Earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She saw the lawns whereon Time had idled for centuries, withering not one bloom of all the boundary of flowers; and the new light coming upon the lawns she loved, through the heavy colour of Elfland, gave them a beauty that they had never known until dawn made this boundless journey to meet the enchanted twilight; and all the while there glowed and flashed and glittered those palace spires of which only song may tell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From that bewildering beauty he turned his eyes away, and looked in his daughter's face to see the wonder with which she would welcome her glorious home as her fancies came back from the fields of age and death, whither—alas—they had wandered. And though her eyes were turned to the Elfin Mountains, whose mystery and whose blue they strangely matched, yet as the Elf-King looked in those eyes for which alone he had lured the dawn so far from its natural courses, he saw in their magical deeps a thought of Earth! A thought of Earth, though he had lifted his arm and made a mystical sign with all his might to bring a wonder to Elfland that should content her with home. And all his dominions had exulted in this, and the watchers on awful crags had blown strange calls, and monster and insect and bird and flower had rejoiced with a new joy, and there in the centre of Elfland his daughter thought of Earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had he shown her any wonder but dawn he might have lured home that fancy, but in bringing this exotic beauty to Elfland to blend with its ancient wonders, he awoke memories of morning coming over fields that he knew not, and Lirazel played in fancy in fields once more with Orion, where grew the unenchanted earthly flowers amongst the English grasses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is it not enough?\" he said in his strange rich magical voice, and pointed across his wide lands with the fingers that summoned wonder.\n\nShe sighed: it was not enough.\n\nAnd sorrow came upon that enchanted King: he had only his daughter, and she sighed for Earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There had been once a queen that had reigned with him over Elfland; but she was mortal, and being mortal died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For she would often stray to the hills of Earth to see the may again, or to see the beechwoods in Autumn; and though she stayed but a day when she came to the fields we know, and was back in the palace beyond the twilight before our sun had set, yet Time found her whenever she came; and so she wore away, and soon she died in Elfland; for she was only a mortal. And wondering elves had buried her, as one buries the daughters of men. And now the King was all alone with his daughter, and she had just sighed for Earth. Sorrow was on him, but out of the dark of that sorrow arose, as often with men, and went up singing out of his mourning mind, an inspiration gleaming with laughter and joy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stood up then and raised up both his arms and his inspiration broke over Elfland in music." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And with the tide of that music there went like the strength of the sea an impulse to rise and dance which none in Elfland resisted. Gravely he waved his arms and the music floated from them; and all that stalked through the forest and all that crept upon leaves, all that leaped among craggy heights or browsed upon acres of lilies, all things in all manner of places, yea the sentinel guarding his presence, the lonely mountain-watchers and the trolls as they scampered towards Earth, all danced to a tune that was made of the spirit of Spring, arrived on an earthly morning amongst happy herds of goats.\n\nAnd the trolls were very near to the frontier now, their faces already puckered to laugh at the ways of men; they were hurrying with all the eagerness of small vain things to be over the twilight that lies between Elfland and Earth: now they went forward no longer, but only glided in circles and intricate spirals, dancing some such dance as the gnats in Summer evenings dance over the fields we know. And grave monsters of fable in deeps of the ferny forest danced minuets that witches had made of their whims and their laughter, long ago long ago in their youth before cities had come to the world." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the trees of the forest heavily lifted slow roots out of the ground and swayed upon them uncouthly and then danced as on monstrous claws, and the insects danced on the huge waving leaves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And in the dark of long caverns weird things in enchanted seclusion rose out of their age-long sleep and danced in the damp.\n\nAnd beside the wizard King stood, swaying slightly to the rhythm that had set dancing all magical things, the Princess Lirazel with that faint gleam on her face that shone from a hidden smile; for she secretly smiled forever at the power of her great beauty. And all in a sudden moment the Elf King raised one hand higher and held it high and stilled all that danced in Elfland, and gripped by a sudden awe all magical things, and sent over Elfland a melody all made of notes he had caught from wandering inspirations that sing and stray through limpid blue beyond our earthly coasts: and all the land lay deep in the magic of that strange music And the wild things that Earth has guessed at and the things hidden even from legend were moved to sing age-old songs that their memories had forgotten. And fabulous things of the air were lured downwards out of great heights." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And emotions unknown and unthought of troubled the calm of Elfland." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The flood of music beat with wonderful waves against the slopes of the grave blue Elfin Mountains, till their precipices uttered strange bronze-like echoes. On Earth no noise was heard of music or echo: not a note came through the narrow border of twilight, not a sound, not a murmur. Elsewhere those notes ascended, and passed like rare strange moths through all the fields of Heaven, and hummed like untraceable memories about the souls of the blessed; and the angels heard that music but were forbidden to envy it. And though it came not to Earth, and though never our fields have heard the music of Elfland, yet there were then as there have been in every age, lest despair should overtake the peoples of Earth, those that make songs for the need of our grief and our laughter: and even they heard never a note from Elfland across the border of twilight that kills their sound, but they felt in their minds the dance of those magical notes, and wrote them down and earthly instruments played them; then and never till then have we heard the music of Elfland." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of Lord Dunsany.Produce four sentences using the prose and structure of Lord Dunsany every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the hall that was built of moonlight, dreams, music and mirage Lirazel knelt on the sparkling floor before her father's throne." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the light of the magical throne shone blue in her eyes, and her eyes flashed back a light that deepened its magic. And kneeling there she besought a rune of her father.\n\nOld days would not let her be, sweet memories thronged about her: the lawns of Elfland had her love, lawns upon which she had played by the old miraculous flowers before any histories were written here; she loved the sweet soft creatures of myth that moved like magical shadows out of the guardian wood and over enchanted grasses; she loved every fable and song and spell that had made her elfin home; and yet the bells of Earth, that could not pass the frontier of silence and twilight, beat note by note in her brain, and her heart felt the growth of the little earthly flowers as they bloomed or faded or slept in seasons that came not to Elfland. And in those seasons, wasting away as every one went by, she knew that Alveric wandered, knew that Orion lived and grew and changed, and that both, if Earth's legend were true, would soon be lost to her forever and ever, when the gates of Heaven would shut on both with a golden thud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For between Elfland and Heaven is no path, no flight, no way; and neither sends ambassador to the other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She yearned to the bells of Earth and the English cowslips, but would not forsake again her mighty father nor the world that his mind had made. And Alveric came not, nor her boy Orion; only the sound of Alveric's horn came once, and often strange longings seemed to float in air, beating vainly back and forth between Orion and her. And the gleaming pillars that held the dome of the roof, or above which it floated, quivered a little with her grief; and shadows of her sorrow flickered and faded in the crystal deep of the walls, for a moment dimming many a colour that is unknown in our fields, but making them no less lovely. What could she do who would not cast away magic and leave the home that an ageless day had endeared to her while centuries were withering like leaves upon earthly shores, whose heart was yet held by those little tendrils of Earth, which are strong enough, strong enough?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And some, translating her bitter need into pitiless earthly words, may say that she wished to be in two places at once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And that was true, and the impossible wish lies on the verge of laughter, and for her was only and wholly a matter for tears. Impossible? Was it impossible? We have to do with magic.\n\nShe besought a rune of her father, kneeling upon the magic floor in the midmost centre of Elfland; and around her arose the pillars, of which only song may say, whose misty bulk was disturbed and troubled by Lirazel's sorrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She besought a rune that, wherever they roamed through whatever fields of Earth, should restore to her Alveric and Orion, bringing them over the border and into the elfin lands to live in that timeless age that is one long day in Elfland." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And with them she prayed might come, (for the mighty runes of her father had such power even as this) some garden of Earth, or bank where violets lay, or hollow where cowslips waved, to shine in Elfland for ever.\n\nLike no music heard in any cities of men or dreamed upon earthly hills, with his elfin voice her father answered her. And the ringing words were such as had power to change the shape of the hills of dreams, or to enchant new flowers to blow in fields of faery. \"I have no rune,\" he said, \"that has power to pass the frontier, or to lure anything from the mundane fields, be it violets, cowslips or men, to come through our bulwark of twilight that I have set to guard us against material things. No rune but one, and that the last of the potencies of our realm.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And kneeling yet upon the glittering floor, of whose profound translucence song alone shall speak, she prayed him for that one rune, last potency though it be of the awful wonders of Elfland." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And he would not squander that rune that lay locked in his treasury, most magical of his powers and last of the three, but held it against the peril of a distant and unknown day, whose light shone just beyond a curve of the ages, too far for the eerie vision even of his foreknowledge.\n\nShe knew that he had moved Elfland far afield and swung it back as tides are swung by the moon, till it lapped at the very edge of the fields of men once more, with its glimmering border touching the tips of the earthly hedges. And she knew that no more than the moon had he used a rare wonder, merely wafting his regions away by a magical gesture. Might he not, she thought, bring Elfland and Earth yet nearer, using no rarer magic than is used by the moon at the neap?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so she supplicated him once again, recalling wonders to him that he had wrought and yet used no rarer spell than a certain wave of his arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She spoke of the magical orchids that came down once over cliffs like a sudden roseate foam breaking over the Elfin Mountains. She spoke of the downy clusters of queer mauve flowers which bloomed in the grass of the dells, and of that glory of blossom that forever guarded the lawns. For all these wonders were his: bird-song and blooming of flower alike were his inspirations. If such wonders as song and bloom were wrought by a wave of his hand, surely he might by beckoning bring but a short way from Earth some few fields that lay so near to the earthly border." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or surely he might move Elfland a little earthward again, who had lately moved it as far as the turn in the path of the comet, and had brought it again to the edge of the fields of men." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Never,\" he said, \"can any rune but one, or spell or wonder or any magical thing, move our realm one wing's width over the earthly border or bring anything thence here. And little they know in those fields that even one rune can do it.\"\n\nAnd still she would scarce believe that those accustomed powers of her wizard sire could not easily bring the things of Earth and the wonders of Elfland together.\n\n\"From those fields,\" he said, \"my spells are all beaten back, my incantations are mute, and my right arm powerless.\"\n\nAnd when he spoke thus to her of that dread right arm, at last perforce she believed him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And she prayed him again for that ultimate rune, that long-hoarded treasure of Elfland, that potency that had strength to work against the harsh weight of Earth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And his thoughts went into the future all alone, peering far down the years. More gladly had a traveller at night in lonely ways given up his lantern than had this elvish king now used his last great spell, and so cast it away, and gone without it into those dubious years; whose dim forms he saw and many of their events, but not to the end. Easily had she asked for that dread spell, which should appease the only need she had, easily might he have granted it were he but human; but his vast wisdom saw so much of the years to be that he feared to face them without this last great potency.\n\n\"Beyond our border,\" he said, \"material things stand fierce and strong and many, and have the power to darken and to increase, for they have wonders too. And when this last potency be used and gone there remains in all our realm no rune that they dread; and material things will multiply and put the powers in bondage, and we without any rune of which they go in awe shall become no more than a fable. We must yet store this rune.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thus he reasoned with her rather than commanded, though he was the founder and King of all those lands, and all that wandered in them and of the light in which they shone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And reason in Elfland was no daily thing, but an exotic wonder. With this he sought to soothe her earthward fancies.\n\nAnd Lirazel made no answer but only wept, weeping tears of enchanted dew. And all the line of the Elfin Mountains quivered, as wandering winds will tremble to notes of a violin that have strayed beyond hearing down the ways of the air; and all the creatures of fable that dwelt in the realm of Elfland felt something strange in their hearts like the dying away of a song." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it not best for Elfland that I do this?\" said the King." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And still she only wept.\n\nAnd then he sighed and considered the welfare of Elfland again. For Elfland drew its happiness from the calm of that palace, which was its centre, and of which only song may tell; and now its spires were troubled and the light of its walls was dim, and a sorrow was floating from its vaulted doorway all over the fields of faery and over the dells of dream. If she were happy Elfland might bask again in that untroubled light and eternal calm whose radiance blesses all but material things; and though his treasurey were open and empty yet what more were needed then?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "[ [ ♪ Lipstick by Kip Moore ] ]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Isabelle,\" a deep voice called my name. A large hand waved in the air. I couldn't see the person attached to the fluttering hand, but I hoped it was signaling me. All around me a din of foreign tongues filled the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I pushed through the throng pulsing in every direction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moments before, I'd disembarked my international flight into the Amsterdam Airport. My hot pink bag bumped along behind me as I tried to get to the still waving hand.\n\nFinally, the crowd divided as if Moses had held up his staff and commanded them to part. There at the other side of the opening was my deliverer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Joe. He would take me to my salvation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With his hand pressed to his ear, he spoke into the blue-tooth headset. As soon as I got within reach, he scooped up my bag and tucked me against his side. Even with the chaos of the bustling airport, it was hard not to feel sheltered against the mountainous ex-cop who was my escort.\n\n\"Did you check any bags?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope. After touring last summer, I learned how to pack better. You'd be surprised how much I managed to cram in that bag.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I pointed to the bubblegum colored rectangle Joe comically pulled behind him.\n\n\"Good. How was your flight?\"\n\n\"Long,\" I sighed and rolled my neck in a circular motion. \"Fourteen hours on a plane is no joke.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"International flights suck. You can rest soon. Ty should have the car brought around by the time we make it through this jungle.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hurried to keep pace next to him, taking two steps for each of his one. \"You know I could've caught a cab or an Uber to the hotel, saved you the trouble of coming to get me. I mean, shouldn't you be at the arena for sound check?\"\n\n\"You have an Uber. It's called Ty. Everything's under control. Dawson would have my a…\" He cleared his throat. \"…rear if I didn't take care of getting you to the hotel safely myself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No worries. It's good to see you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You ain't foolin' me, Izzy. I know you're itching to get to the hotel and see Dawson. I'm just the consolation prize.\"\n\nI squeezed him around his waist. \"You're no consolation prize. But you're right. I'm dying to see Dawson. I hope traffic is light. This has been the longest month of my life.\"\n\n\"You guys have had longer stretches apart than this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know. But it doesn't get any easier. And with the gossip rags always speculating about what he's up to, it's hard to be away from each other.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hated voicing my insecurities. They were all mine. Dawson had never given me any indication that he was anything less than a hundred percent faithful.\n\nJoe halted. \"You know he's not up to anything, right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His face was serious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Swallowing hard, I nodded. \"I do. It's just tough reading what they all think the bad boy of rock is doing and who he's doing it with.\"\n\nHe clasped my shoulder. \"I know. But I can tell you, once he leaves the stage every night, he has me escort him back to the bus or hotel. Alone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though I knew what he said to be true, it still felt good hearing someone else confirm it. \"Thanks.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Joe stepped through the glass door, but held his arm up, keeping me behind him. He turned this way and that, examining each person on the sidewalk outside. No doubt assessing any potential threat.\n\n\"Joe, there's no need to be so cautious. I'm a nobody. People don't know who I am.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can never be too cautious. If anything ever happened to you, I don't know what would happen to Dawson. Come on. There's Ty.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He led me to the sleek stretch SUV parked illegally along the curb. Ty leaned against the passenger door, looking like he belonged in the back being chauffeured around, not the front. A wide smile broke out on his face when he saw me. In three quick steps, he swept me up in his arms, squeezing tightly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After setting me back on my feet, he said, \"I'm so glad you're here. Maybe D will stop sulking so much now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I chuckled as he moved to open the back door for me.\n\n\"How long until we get to the hotel?\" I asked him.\n\n\"With traffic, probably thirty minutes. It's only about ten miles. But getting out of the airport will take a bit.\"\n\nI eased into the dark cavern provided by the black windows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You gonna ride back here with me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I asked Ty as I perched in the doorframe.\n\n\"Naw. Got to um… discuss security stuff for the next show. But D should be finished up, so you can call him.\"\n\n\"OK. Thanks for picking me up, guys.\"\n\n\"Sure thing, Izzy.\" Ty shut the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stayed on the edge of my seat, staring out the window in disbelief that once again I was on the other side of the world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The small-town girl from South Carolina.\n\n\"You gonna stare out the window the whole ride or you gonna come give me a kiss hello?\" a voice materialized from the far side of the vehicle.\n\nI jumped with a gasp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Daw, you're really here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oblivious to the motion beneath me, I launched myself across the empty space to the bench seat lining the back of the vehicle.\n\nA quick tap of the brakes sent me tumbling as Joe pulled into the flow of traffic.\n\n\"Izzy, are you OK?\" Strong arms reached down and pulled me from the carpeted floor onto the leather seat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm good. No, better than good. I'm phenomenal. You're here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My hands cupped his jaw, needing to feel him. \"You're supposed to be at sound check.\"\n\n\"I rearranged. I didn't want to wait a second longer than necessary to have you in my arms.\" His hold tightened around me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My fingers traced his face, reacquainting themselves with every breathtaking feature—the prickly scruff along his jaw adding a depth to his face, high chiseled cheekbones, perfect Roman nose, long sweeping lashes, whiskey-colored orbs, plump lips that quivered beneath my touch, deep dimple in one cheek, lush dark hair peeking from the edge of his beanie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes and fingers were making the same journey across my face—no doubt spinning lyrics in his mind as he went. \"God, I've missed your face,\" he breathed against my skin.\n\n[ ♪ \"Baby I Love You\" by Andy Kim ]\n\n\"Shut up and kiss me,\" I rasped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers threaded through my hair as he pressed my mouth to his." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The instant our lips collided the emptiness inside my chest filled up. His free hand gripped my hip and nudged me closer. Recklessly, I threw one leg across his lap, so that I straddled him. Pressure at the small of my back urged me closer to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oblivious to our surroundings, I poured every ounce of love, longing and desperation into the kiss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Words had never been my strong suit, but hopefully my body language spoke volumes.\n\nSatisfied that I wasn't planning to divorce my mouth from his any time soon, Dawson let go of my head. He tugged on the hem of my shirt where it was pinned between us. I shifted slightly, freeing the fabric without tearing my lips from his." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Calloused fingers ghosted up my side leaving gooseflesh to rise in their wake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The trip north was torturously slow. By the time they reached the underside of my bra, I ached for his touch. His thumb grazed my nipple through the cotton fabric. Instinctually, I arched into his caress." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His other hand ran along the waistband of my leggings, dipping inside when they reached the front." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I rose to my knees, hoping he'd yank my pants down. My own hands flew to be of assistance. From the seat beside us a mechanical voice said, \"Destination ten minutes away.\"\n\nPulling back so I could form words, I breathed, \"What was that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're ten minutes from the hotel.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's not long enough,\" I whined. I was desperate to feel him inside me, filling and completing me.\n\n\"It might not be long enough for me to make love to you—\"\n\n\"It's not long enough for a fu… quickie either.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wow, I was so far gone, I nearly used the word I loathed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. But like I was about to say, it is long enough for me to send you into orbit.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah, Mr. HotShot?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" he growled. \"I might have needed ten minutes when we were sixteen. But over the years I've come to know your body better than my own. I don't even need half that time.\"\n\n\"Take your best shot,\" I egged him on, knowledge that I'd reap the benefits of the challenge in my tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He knew it too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have I ever told you how much I love leggings?\"\n\nHis fingers dove beneath my damp panties and began to stroke my folds. My breath hitched, and I melded my mouth to his. My tongue thrust into his mouth in a mirror image of what his fingers were doing to my core." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His thumb wrote lyrics of heaven and bliss on my swollen nub." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ripping my lips from his, I threw my head back and moaned.\n\nWet, open-mouthed kisses littered my neck. Warmth rushed to the surface of my skin as I soared higher and higher. And then, with murmured words of love, I tipped over the edge and slowly floated back from heaven." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dawson, if you're not down here in five minutes, I'm coming in there, regardless of what state of undress you're in,\" Lila shouted just outside my door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Growling, I stood from my bed. No point in lingering in it and daydreaming about Izzy. Lila's voice through the pressed wood caused an instant deflation of what dreams of Izzy had inspired. At least I wouldn't have to call Lila back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she was raining on my parade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sighing heavily, I yanked on some clothes. I tucked my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and opened the door. As I plodded barefoot down the stairs, I tugged the hem of my shirt down. Without acknowledging any of the group sitting in the living room, I headed straight for the pot of coffee someone had the good sense to brew this morning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tipping the pot of heavenly elixir, I filled the mug Izzy made me in the ceramics class she hated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The handle was lopsided, and the rim wasn't perfectly rounded, but I loved it. Once I added cream and sugar, I moved to the couch and sat next to Brooks.\n\n\"Where's the fire,\" Maddox demanded. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't come back to the bus when the rest of us did last night, having found a groupie to kill some time with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Technically the fire only concerns Dawson. But while you're all here, I need to add a few more things to your schedule.\"\n\nA collective groan filled the room, which she ignored as she tapped away on her phone. \"Let's see, tomorrow in addition to the morning show interview and after party, you also have a photo shoot with Lady Love magazine. Then on Friday, we added an interview with Rock Journey magazine and a live spot on KROX radio after the concert. And Saturday you have a couple of phone interviews to do while we travel to the next show.\"\n\n\"What the hell, Lila?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I fumed. \"Our schedule was already overbooked. When are we supposed to sleep?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You guys need to capitalize on the hype. Everyone wants a minute of your time. Be thankful. Give it to them. This could all disappear like that,\" she said as she snapped her fingers.\n\n\"Whatever. We can't perform if we're exhausted. And if we can't perform well, then no one's gonna want to talk to us anyway,\" Wilder said as he stood and stormed the length of the bus.\n\n\"Was that all you needed us for?\" Brooks asked, fidgeting in his seat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There were a few more additions for next week—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Text them all to us,\" Brooks interrupted as he followed after Wilder.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm out too,\" Jett informed her. Maddox left silently, casting me a pitying glance at leaving me to fend for myself.\n\nI scowled at their retreating backs, but I didn't blame them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If I didn't have to deal with her, I would've been the first one out of here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Spreading my knees, I leaned back on the couch, adopting a pose of indifference. I didn't speak. Lila moved to the section of sofa I occupied. Once she settled on the cushion beside me, she turned her body toward me, crossing her legs, making her skirt hike up on her leg. She clasped her hands together and leaned forward in a practiced move so that her button-up shirt gaped open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You should have the stylist do you up like this for the photo shoot,\" she said, waving her hand over my body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Even though you just woke up, you're looking quite hot this morning, or rather afternoon. The women will eat it up.\"\n\nShe'd been quite a bit too forward on more than one occasion. I didn't bother to answer her. My eyebrow quirked up, silently urging her to just get on with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She cleared her throat awkwardly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anyway, I needed to talk with you about the latest articles. Seems that the images of you and Izzy didn't simply die down.\" With her bright, red-tipped fingernail, she navigated her phone screen. Once she located what she was looking for, she scooted over next to me on the couch. Her leg brushed against mine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I turned my body, so my knee dug into her thigh, keeping her at bay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a sigh of annoyance, she handed me her phone.\n\nThe headline read, LO's Dawson Anderson Finds Love. It contained the two photos which were previously published from Amsterdam. But the article had a new photo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The two of us passionately kissing in the airport." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My hand cradled her face, keeping most of her invisible to the camera. The previous photos showed two people enjoying each other's company. But this third photo, though slightly out of focus, showed two people madly in love and saying goodbye.\n\nThe article went on to speculate that my absence at parties and clubs was explained by me being in a relationship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The writer thought it was romantic that I'd found love amid the chaos of the music industry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The author also wondered who the girl was who'd captured my heart and put out a call for information.\n\n\"You can see the problem,\" Lila stated.\n\n\"Actually, I don't. Unless you mean that people might start harassing Izzy soon. But I know that wouldn't bother you. The article doesn't say anything negative about me being in a relationship. It's actually supportive. So, I fail to see what your issue is.\" I held the phone out to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pushed it back to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look at how many times the article has been shared.\"\n\nI glanced at it. Ten thousand shares already. \"When was this posted?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Late last night.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So not even twelve hours old yet.\n\nI whistled. \"Wow. It's making the rounds.\"\n\n\"This is not something you want to go viral with, Dawson. Check out some of the comments.\"\n\nShe's just a groupie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She's a prostitute he met in the Red-Light District." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I mean, hello, stripper hair.\n\nI'd bang the unicorn slut.\n\nIf Dawson is off the market, what's the point in hanging out after the shows?\n\nThat last statement had a lot of interaction beneath it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some agreeing with the sentiment and others arguing that rockers in relationships would never remain faithful so there was no need to worry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fury rose in my veins. How dare they? These were supposed to be my fans. They were supposed to care about me.\n\n\"You need to let me go public about us. Our real fans will understand. They'll be happy for me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lila gave a harsh chuckle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You didn't read far enough. There are hundreds of comments against you being in a relationship. And do you really want people talking about Izzy that way?\"\n\nI shook my head. It broke my heart thinking of people saying anything bad about my girl. She was my everything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had to figure this crap out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you suggest?\"\n\n\"The same thing I suggested to you a few days ago when your picture hit the papers. Party more. Flirt. Be photographed with girls. Warn Izzy it's coming, so she isn't blindsided.\" She ticked each item off on her fingers.\n\n\"I'll think about it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't want to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But I had to figure out what was the best way to protect Izzy from a situation that looked like it might get ugly.\n\n\"You've got to get in front of this. You need this leg of the tour to finish strong. It's only six months. Then you're on a break for a few weeks and won't be in the public eye so much. A lot of important people are watching how the band handles the European and Asian legs of your tour. A lot of people with deep pockets. Movie producers needing soundtracks. Advertising execs needing a catchy jingle. You have to start thinking of all the ways to capitalize on the band's growing popularity.\"\n\n\"Izzy and I will figure out what to do.\" I stood and moved away from Lila." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let me know what you decide, so I can help,\" she offered as if she was our friend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I moved down the narrow walkway toward the back of the bus.\n\n\"Dawson, don't forget the phone conference with the video director in a couple of hours.\"\n\nI waved over my shoulder.\n\nLater the guys and I gathered around my laptop to video conference the director." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey there, fellas,\" Todd Davidson greeted us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We returned the sentiment.\n\n\"So, I'll just get right to it. According to my notes, your next video is scheduled to be 'Love Rocked'. That's going to be the last single released off your latest album. Right?\"\n\n\"That's correct,\" I confirmed.\n\n\"I know you guys worked with a different studio on your previous five videos. They were well received by your fans. But I can get you better,\" he boasted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We'd all enjoyed working with the other studio and director, but because she was pregnant she was unable to travel to us to shoot the footage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did you have in mind?\" Brooks asked.\n\n\"Well, if I correctly understand the meaning of the song it pretty much compares love and music.\"\n\nMy lips turned down at his simplistic summation. So many people never bothered to examine the lyrics to the songs that flowed through their ears and into their minds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He held up his hand and hastened to continue, \"I mean, I know it's deeper than that. But the first verse is about loving rock and roll and what music does to your heart. Right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right,\" Jett encouraged. The look on his face said he was eager to see what the guy had in mind. Jett was a music video connoisseur.\n\n\"And the second verse is about how finding love rocks your heart,\" Todd continued.\n\n\"Mmhmm,\" Maddox chimed in, his tone noncommittal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And the last verse is about how love on the rocks crushes your soul.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" I gave him a one-word answer.\n\n\"I know your previous videos have pretty much been live recordings of you guys in concert and the recording studio, but not really telling a story. This song is perfect for telling a story.\"\n\nI was skeptical. Our previous music videos had been pretty successful and well-received. The fans liked the behind the scenes clips normally scattered within the videos." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And those fans who never got the chance to see us in concert, at least felt like it when they watched our videos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it that you envision?\" Wilder asked.\n\n\"Well, for verse one, we'll do like you've been doing. Live concert footage. But in addition to filming you guys playing, we'll also put a few actresses in the front row. We film them too. As the verse progresses, you guys will bring them on stage. Lots of sexy dancing from the girls. The song has a sensual beat. It always gets your fans dancing seductively. So, having dancing on stage is a good transition.\"\n\nThe guys were all nodding as he painted an image of what he saw in his mind.\n\n\"We're with you so far,\" Brooks encouraged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Verse two, we progress the story. Shots of you guys with the girls from verse one, but more relationship type shots. Flirting. Kissing. Passion. Sex. Well, not actual sex. But implied sex.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not so sure I'm down with that,\" I mumbled.\n\nTodd frowned. \"When I ran the concept by your manager, the label execs and your PR person, they all thought there would be no issue with you guys getting on board with my vision. This conference call is actually just a formality.\"\n\n\"I just don't know how I feel about pretending to be in a relationship with someone for the video. Our videos before have been authentic. They've been us. This sounds like a lie,\" I argued.\n\n\"It's just acting. We'll hire professionals. They won't get any ideas or anything. You'll have nothing to worry about.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waved off my concerns." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wasn't supposed to discuss my being in a relationship with anyone. But damnit, I didn't want to kiss some actress. I only wanted to kiss Izzy. The guys looked at me sympathetically." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anyway, the third verse will be various versions of breakups. Fights, tears, broken stuff, shouting. You get the idea,\" Todd continued, completely unaware of the turmoil raging in me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you guys think?\"\n\n\"It is different from our normal. Can we take some time to discuss it and let you know?\" I asked.\n\n\"Sure. We wouldn't start filming until a couple of months from now anyway. It'll take that long to get everything lined up for where you guys will be then. So, think about it. It could be epic.\"\n\n\"We'll talk about it and let you know. Thanks for trying to develop a concept to fit the song's meaning,\" Brooks told him before we said our goodbyes and terminated the call." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one moved once the screen went blank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wilder cleared his throat. \"I kinda like the idea. It goes back to what music videos used to be, a tool to help tell the song's story.\"\n\n\"I get that, man. But I can't kiss another girl, act like I'm having sex with another girl, even if it's fake. It would hurt Izzy. Plus, the press is always looking for an opportunity to print trash about me. I don't want to make it easy for them.\" The very thought of it made me nauseous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I couldn't touch another girl like I was in love with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wouldn't. I slammed my fist on the table.\n\n\"Maybe the story can be told without you having to take part in that portion of the plot,\" Brooks suggested.\n\nI nodded in contemplation. \"Maybe.\"\n\n\"Talk to Izzy, dude. See what she thinks about the idea,\" Jett proposed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will. But first I need to talk to her about the damn gossip stories before she finds them on her own.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ahh. Is that what had Lila's panties in a bunch this morning?\" Maddox joked.\n\n\"I don't know anything about Lila's panties. But that is what had her so pissy. There's a new article that came out last night showing me kissing Izzy goodbye at the airport.\"\n\n\"Does it have her name?\" Brooks asked concerned.\n\n\"No. It doesn't even really show her face.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, well that's not so bad then,\" Brooks breathed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But the comments were brutal. Like ripped her apart brutal. I think Lila just needs to let us go public. She thinks it would be a disaster for ticket sales.\"\n\n\"That's tough. We need to really deliver on this tour so there won't be any issues with venturing out on our own in eighteen months,\" Maddox reasoned.\n\n\"I know. That's the only reason I haven't declared my love for Izzy on social media already. Made us Facebook official.\"\n\n\"You should talk with her before the show. You know your mind won't be able to settle until you call her,\" Brooks said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're right. I'm going to go do that now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stood and tucked my laptop under my arm. Then I strode purposefully back to my room.\n\nWith a click of my bedroom door, I shut out the world. Sighing deeply, I flopped back onto my mattress, unable to even smile at the bounce I made." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I rolled to my side and booted up my computer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once I had a search engine up, I did something I hadn't done in years, I typed my own name into the search bar.\n\nThe very first result return was the article Lila showed me this morning. In the short time since she'd stormed out, the article had been updated. Now it also included more photos." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the two of us staring into each other's eyes over a romantic dinner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was blurry and obviously shot through the window. But Izzy's smile and hair were discernable. The other one was zoomed in on us to the point of it being grainy, but still depicting us floating down the canals in a loving embrace.\n\nHow many images were snapped of us without our knowledge?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And why did they keep popping up randomly instead of one big expose with the first article released?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was obvious to anyone looking at the photos, that we were completely enamored with each other. Lila wasn't going to be able to keep insisting I wasn't in a relationship in her statements to the press. She could deny it and even force me to not confirm it, but the photos didn't lie. The shouted my love, loud and proud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I pressed the necessary buttons on my phone to video call Izzy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ ♪ \"When You're Gone\" by Avril Lavigne ]\n\nWhen her face filled the screen, the first thing that registered were the dark smudges beneath her eyes. Even her bright smile didn't erase the exhaustion.\n\n\"Hey, baby,\" she enthused, her eyes sparkling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey there, flutterby. How's your day been so far?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not too bad. I've just kind of hung around the house. Cleaning, painting, you know. Hanging my print of 'Sunflowers' that arrived this morning.\"\n\n\"How does it look?\"\n\n\"It looks perfect hanging over the couch.\" She yawned.\n\n\"You still feeling jet lagged?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I frowned as I took in the paleness of her skin and the lines around her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah. Normally all I need is one long sleep to bounce back. But that didn't quite get it this time. Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight.\" She brushed off any seriousness that her appearance suggested. \"So, what did Lila want earlier?\"\n\n\"I'm guessing you haven't been surfing the net today?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope. Why? Is something wrong?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pursed her lips together.\n\nI exhaled deeply. \"Seems we were photographed several times while we were out and about in Amsterdam.\"\n\n\"Really? I bet she loved that. Are the pictures bad?\" Her eyes rolled.\n\n\"No. They did catch us kissing at the airport.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hell. I bet that pissed all over her cornflakes. What did the article say?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She leaned to the left, out of the frame of phone's video screen. Soft tapping ensued.\n\n\"It said that I'd found love. If you're looking for the article, do not read the comments,\" I warned.\n\nHer face came back into view. \"Why not? Your fans hating on me?\" she teased." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had no idea how vicious some of them could be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hadn't known either. \"Something like that,\" I offered with a shrug.\n\nA muted gasp slipped through her parted lips. \"The picture of us in the airport is kind of pretty. I mean it's a bit blurry. But the emotion oozes from the image. I kind of want to save the image to my computer. It's hard to deny that the couple in the photograph is deeply in love,\" her voice was filled with awe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Exactly. I'm kind of relieved in a way that someone managed to capture the depth of our feelings. Makes it hard for Lila to spin it any other way in the press. I don't want people thinking you're some random groupie I picked up after a show.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I agree. But you know Lila will never confirm that you're in a relationship,\" Izzy scoffed.\n\n\"True. But a picture's worth a thousand words, especially when the words are lies.\"\n\n\"How did so many people manage to take pictures of us without us noticing? And how did they always seem to know where we were?\" she asked, perplexed. She had a point." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't like we had a trail of people following down behind us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Joe and the security guys were always discreet except when they had to make their presence known.\n\n\"I don't know. Maybe because when you're around, the world ceases to exist.\" I smirked at her, my heart feeling lighter just from being able to see her face.\n\n\"So, other than your rude awakening to Lila, how has your day been?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smile dropped off my face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instantly the heaviness was back, pulling my heart beneath a turbulent sea of worry and fear.\n\n\"Dawson, what's wrong? Is everyone OK?\" Concern colored her tone.\n\n\"Nothing like that,\" I hastened to assure her. \"It's just…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just what?\" Her brow furrowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, the label hired a new director for our next music video. He wants to go in a different direction from our previous videos.\"\n\n\"Oh. Sometimes different can shake things up. What does he want you to do? Dance around naked? Kill someone? I mean the dread on your face makes it seem like he has envisioned something terrible.\"\n\n\"The song is 'Love Rocked'.\"\n\n\"I love that one. It's so sexy. You're so sexy when you perform it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She waggled her brows at me in an attempt to be seductive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was adorable, which was sexy in its own way.\n\n\"It is sexy. And that's the vibe the director wants to capture. He wants backup dancers with us for verse one on stage.\"\n\n\"Oh, I could see that. I'm actually surprised the label hasn't made you guys add backup dancers to your shows already. Why does the thought of backup dancers concern you? You're a good dancer, if they make you dance too.\"\n\n\"That's just his vision for the first verse. For the second verse, he wants the backup dancers to enter into on-screen relationships with us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ooo-kaaaay,\" her voice held a hint of apprehension." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah. With embraces, kissing, and….\" I couldn't even say it. I choked the words down, pushing them away from the tip of my tongue and wishing I could banish the idea of it as easily.\n\n\"And what, Dawson?\" her voice held an edge of hysteria." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Implied sex,\" I mumbled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She swallowed hard, fighting to figure out how to respond. \"I see,\" she whispered. Her eyes glistened.\n\n\"I don't want to do it. I'm hoping they come up with a way around that part.\" My eyes begged her to understand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what for verse three?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "her voice was so soft.\n\n\"Epic breakups.\"\n\nHer head bobbed. The look on her face shifted, the artist in her envisioning the song being transformed into a work of art telling the story.\n\n\"The artist in you is picturing it, aren't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah. But it's at war with my heart, combatting the part of me that can't imagine the love of my life being immortalized forever with his hands touching another girl. His arms holding another girl. His lips kissing another girl. His flesh pressed against another girl's,\" her voice broke on the last word." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My heart clenched then lurched like it wanted to jump out of my chest and flee to her. \"I know, baby. I don't want it either. I promise, I'm trying to figure out another way.\"\n\n\"I believe you,\" she whispered and wiped a tear away. \"And I know in my head that it would mean nothing. It's just your job. But I still hate it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She straightened her spine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you have to do it, I'll find a way to deal with it. Don't worry about me. You're almost done with the record label, so soon you'll be able to call the shots. This is the last video they get a say on.\"\n\nA lightbulb went off. Why hadn't I thought of it before? \"Maybe we could get them to use you for the video. Then it wouldn't be fake feelings. Well, except for the breakup.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's definitely an option. When are they going to shoot the video?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In a couple of months,\" I answered.\n\n\"So, when I'm back with you?\" her voice was hopeful.\n\n\"Possibly. I'll find out for sure.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My heart was lighter with the possibility." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Whatever you find out, don't worry about me or about us. I'll be fine. Anyway, I'm sure it's almost time for you to get to sound check.\"\n\nI glanced at the time. \"How do you do that?\" I chuckled.\n\nShe smirked at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't forget to charge your cell phone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I won't. Text me when you go to bed.\"\n\n\"OK. Call me after the show.\"\n\n\"How about I text you, and if you're awake still, you can call me back?\" I was really concerned by how tired she appeared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"OK. Have a great show. I love you, baby.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I love you too, flutterby.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nahra… I'm here, baby.\"\n\nSeeing her black eyes and the splint on her nose had infuriated me. I kissed her forehead and gently rubbed my fingers down her bruised cheek. Her eyes fluttered open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But when she spoke to me, my anger rose to an all-time high." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mouth was wired shut. When her sister, Tiffany, emailed me, all she said was that Jenahra was in the hospital. That was the reason she hadn't messaged me.\n\nI was worried sick, thinking she had been in an accident." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'd called all the hospitals in the area along with those in Beaumont, and no one would give me any information." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd even searched the internet for accidents and found nothing. My emails and text messages had gone unanswered. Her husband was the last person I thought about because she'd told me he was working nights and wouldn't get off until six in the morning. It was only about a quarter to ten when she left me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I asked Tiffany what had happened, all she'd said was that Jenahra was involved in a domestic situation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew it had to be bad if she was at the hospital, but I didn't expect this. He was trying to kill her. If I knew where he was, I'd hunt his ass down and put a bullet in his head. Jenahra put her hand to my face and softly smiled at me. \"I'm okay, Carter.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did he get arrested?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her eyes saddened almost immediately as she said, \"No. He's dead.\"\n\nGood riddance, muthafucka. \"I'm sorry. How are your kids?\"\n\n\"They're okay. I don't think it's really hit them yet. He got off early. I didn't hear him come in, because I was in a great mood, packing my bags and singing along with my music. When I turned around and saw him… Lord have mercy. I thought he was gonna kill me.\"\n\nShe started crying, so I gently kissed her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shhh. Please, don't cry. I'm sorry, baby.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was only seven o'clock, but I was the only one here. I wondered if anyone would be coming back to spend the night with her. As I stroked her hair, I slid my thumb over her cheeks, wiping her tears. This had to be hard for her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to care for him at least a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't know whether she was the one that killed him or not. Because she was so worked up, I refused to ask any more questions concerning that. \"Is anyone coming back to stay with you?\"\n\n\"I don't think so. I told my kids to go home. We have a funeral to plan. So my daughter is handling all that and probably has Mrs. Monroe at the house or a hotel. I don't know if anyone has cleaned the house.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Listening to her talk through her wired mouth wasn't helping my anger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wanted to revive that nigga and kill him again. After I walked around to the other side of the bed, I sat in the recliner next to it. I would definitely stay the night if no one else was. Holding her hand, I said, \"Get some rest, baby. I'm sorry I woke you up. I just wanted you to know that I was here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you, Carter.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She tried her best to get comfortable again and was wincing quite a bit. \"You need something for pain?\"\n\n\"I just got something about two hours ago.\"\n\nI felt bad for waking her up now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hopefully, she'd be able to fall asleep soon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I sat, I began thinking about us. She'd obviously told her family about us for Tiffany to email me. I wondered how her brothers had received that information. Not to be insensitive, but her husband was no longer in the way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The question would be whether she cared what other people thought about her moving on so soon or what they would say about her probably being with me before her husband died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could understand if she needed time, so long as she didn't cancel all communication with me.\n\nAs I reclined in the chair, I noticed she'd fallen asleep. Grabbing my cell phone, I sent some text messages and emails, letting the managers know that I wouldn't be coming through the boutiques tomorrow. I was supposed to be making rounds just to check on things and hear concerns." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I let them know that I would be checking in tomorrow to give them a date." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I then sent my mother a text letting her know that I was in Beaumont and hopefully I would be by to see them tomorrow.\n\nWhile getting comfortable, there was a soft knock on the door, then it opened. A man walked in, and his eyes widened slightly as he stared at me. After a minute or so, he walked to me, so I stood, and we shook hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You must be Carter. I'm Jenahra's older brother, WJ.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nodded. \"Nice to meet you.\"\n\nHe sat on the couch and stared at Jenahra as she rested. He rubbed his hand down his face as he exhaled. I could see in his expression that he was bothered… troubled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was pretty sure all of her siblings felt that way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he stared at her, I asked, \"Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?\"\n\n\"Naw. I'm good, bruh. Thanks. Jen told us about you earlier today. Y'all have quite a bit of history, huh?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I suppose you can say that. There's not a lot of recent history, but it feels like I've carried her in my heart for the whole twenty years we didn't have contact. When we talked, it was like we hadn't skipped a beat.\"\n\n\"I can tell she cares for you. I can read between the lines with her where our other siblings can't, but I never knew that Joseph was doing all this. I feel like I failed her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who killed him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's under investigation. She has a lawyer though, one of the best. She believes that the case will be dismissed as self-defense.\"\n\nThat was interesting. He never really admitted whether she killed him or not. He fidgeted slightly, and I knew everything I needed to know. He did it. She was taking it on though so he wouldn't have to do time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I would never believe that Jenahra had shot and killed someone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While I knew that she knew how to shoot a gun, I didn't believe she could shoot and kill anyone. I only nodded in response. \"Did you plan to stay with her tonight?\"\n\n\"No. I just wanted to come back and spend more time with her. I have to get to my shop early tomorrow for an audit. Hopefully, she'll be going home tomorrow. We'll all be there to help her and the kids through this though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nodded once again, then sat back in my seat as the nurse came in to check her vitals." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled politely as she gave him a second look. Once she checked Jenahra's vitals, she left the room and Jenahra turned to us. \"WJ, what are you doing here?\"\n\n\"I just didn't want you to be here alone, but I see you aren't,\" he responded as he glanced at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She glanced at me then smiled slightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"WJ, you need to stop worrying so much. I'm okay. Of course I've been better, but I'm okay. I'm here to live another day and to move on with my life.\"\n\nThere seemed to be some sort of silent communication between them, so I said, \"I'll give the two of you some time alone. I'm gonna go get some coffee.\"\n\n\"No. That's okay. I'm about to go. I really have an early morning. Thanks though.\"\n\nHe stood from his seat then went to Jenahra and kissed her forehead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They said some things to one another, then he left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once he closed the door, Nahra looked over at me and smiled as her eyes weakened. I admired her strength and peace. When she slept, her face looked peaceful as if she didn't have a care in the world. It was then that I knew that I wanted to wake up to that face for the rest of my life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So how does it feel to have everything be out in the open?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Freeing. I don't have to worry about any secrets being revealed. Everyone, with probably the exception of her parents and kids, know the truth about us.\"\n\n\"So what's up with y'all now?\"\n\n\"Whatever she wants. I'm trying to give her time but let her know I'm here at the same time. I have to go back to Houston tomorrow though.\"\n\nLaKeith nodded. He and Chrissy had cut their honeymoon short once they found out about Jenahra." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chrissy had refused to stay out of town another day, knowing the pain Jenahra was in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like they were joined at the hip LaKeith had said. I could imagine that, since they were sisters and owned a business together.\n\nJenahra was home, and she and the kids had been planning the funeral, which would be this Saturday. His mother was here as well, and Jenahra seemed to feel a way about her staying at her house, but she didn't say anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her attorney had come by, and they were able to talk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We hadn't had a moment alone since she'd gotten home though. I didn't expect us to… not now anyway. But hopefully we could talk tonight about what she was up against.\n\nHonestly, I was surprised her husband's mother was even staying with her knowing that she'd supposedly killed her son." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was still on the fence about that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My gut was telling me that she wasn't the one who had killed him. She was protecting someone. If she got away with it, then whatever. I would move mountains for my family too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But if she was gonna have to do time, I just hoped WJ would speak up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I truly felt like he was the one who'd actually killed him.\n\nAs we sat outside, enjoying the slight breeze, all Jenahra's brothers came outside, along with a few other men. They rolled deep. Besides her four brothers, there were at least five or six other guys. The one I remembered as Jasper had fired up a blunt and took a puff then passed it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Storm and I met eyes, and he frowned slightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wasn't up to deal with no shit right now.\n\nInstead, he stood and extended his hand to me. I shook it as he said, \"So the one I needed to be worried about is gone now, huh?\"\n\nI nodded. He gave me a smirk then sat to get his turn in the rotation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jasper then came and shook my hand and said, \"Everybody, this is Carter. He prolly gon' be around, so y'all get used to seeing him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking back at me, he continued. \"I'm not gon' tell you everybody name 'cause you ain't gon' remember that shit anyway. You prolly remember Aston though.\"\n\nI chuckled then nodded at Aston. I could clearly see that Jasper was the life of the party and seemed to be the friendliest of the brothers… the most social." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After he took his seat, Jenahra's daughter, Jessica, came outside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked around, and when her eyes met mine, she walked over. I'd met her and her brother this morning, and they were extremely receptive, surprisingly. When she got to me, she said, \"Mama was asking for you.\"\n\n\"Okay.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stood from my seat and followed her in the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jenahra owned a nice two-story home. She'd said that it had five bedrooms. In the beginning, she'd planned to have a house full of kids. It didn't work out that way though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wondered how they got along long enough to make her son." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some of the women were seated in the family room and others were in the kitchen cooking. Jessica led me to the stairs, and before we could get to the room, she turned to me. \"She's kind of emotional. She told me all about you. Honestly, I wish she would have had the courage to leave Joseph back then.\"\n\nShe lowered her head for a moment then said, \"She told me about how caring you were and the connection the two of you had. She said you used to say that I could be your baby girl and she should just pack our things and go to you. For some reason, even though I don't know you, that puts me at ease around you. I suppose knowing that your feelings for her haven't changed, even after twenty years, and that you were willing to raise a child that wasn't yours, makes my heart soft. It could be that I'm vulnerable and sensitive right now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I gently rubbed her arm and she fell into mine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was so caught off guard. It was like she was craving something that I didn't know I could even provide. She needed a father. I gently embraced her for a moment, then she pulled away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He was never a father to me. He was always fussing about the things I needed to do or shouldn't do. We didn't really have a relationship. When I was told that he was beating the shit out of my mama and that she'd killed him, my exact thoughts were, good for her. He had a part in creating me, and that was the extent of our connection. I'm glad he's gone. Now maybe she will allow herself to be happy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was at a loss for words. What was I to say to that? She smiled slightly. \"I know this caught you off guard, but just from being around the two of you this morning, I can tell that you make her happy. I don't care that, that muthafucka just died. Their marriage had been dead for as far back as I can even remember. Come on.\"\n\nAs I walked behind her, I finally said, \"Thank you. And I would have gladly raised you as my own. You're beautiful just like your mother.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She smiled at me then opened the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chrissy was in the bed next to her. I assumed they'd been talking about everything. When she looked up at me, she smiled and said, \"Now I understand the look you had on your face at my wedding.\"\n\nI chuckled as she got out of the bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jenahra didn't crack a smile, and her gaze was filled with sadness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Chrissy left, Nahra said, \"Get in. Don't worry. This isn't the bedroom I shared with him.\"\n\nThose were my exact thoughts. I wasn't trying to get in the bed she shared with her husband. It was bad enough we were in a house that they shared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I knew her thoughts were on their time together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was too soon after his death. After kicking off my shoes, I got in bed with her and moved close to her. She turned her head and stared at me. We held one another's gazes for at least a couple of minutes before she broke the silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't kill him. I didn't know who was listening at the hospital, so I wanted to wait until I got home to say anything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I figured as much by the way your brother was fidgeting when he came to the hospital last night.\"\n\nShe lowered her head to my shoulder and said, \"Everyone knows everything except Mom and Dad. They'll be here later. They had to go see about my mom's sister. I'm just having a hard time… I guess because it's setting in that he bled out on the floor. It's just not in me to not care that he's gone. I love people… even him.\"\n\n\"It's okay. You wouldn't be who you are if you didn't feel some type of heartache. Don't worry. I'll be here every step of the way.\"\n\n\"Mama,\" Jessica said as she burst into the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uncle Storm and Uncle WJ got into it. It took several men to hold them apart. I don't know what was up, but Uncle WJ left, and Uncle Storm was talking out the side of his neck. You know how he gets when he's angry. He has no filter. So if things seem tense whenever you come down to eat, you'll know why.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jenahra took a deep breath and sank lower in the bed, closing her eyes as she did so. I almost wished Jessica wouldn't have told her. \"WJ has demons, and until he exorcises them, he's gonna be a problem.\"\n\nTheir family seemed to have more drama than a little bit. I just hoped that whatever this was, it didn't take Nahra even lower than she already was." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I got to Jenahra's, the house was full." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wondered what had happened. There hadn't been that many people there all at once since the other day. Maybe since tomorrow was the funeral, they were all there for support. I got out of the car and saw Jacob sitting on the front porch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead of going inside first, I decided to go talk to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked like he needed to vent to somebody. He stood from his seat and shook my hand. \"You okay?\"\n\nHe shrugged his shoulders. \"Tomorrow is the funeral, and my grandmother died today.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My dad's mom… Meemaw. She died about an hour ago. They think she may have grieved herself to death. Her sugars were high, but they don't think that's what killed her.\"\n\n\"Man,\" I said as I wiped my hand over my face. \"I'm so sorry, Jacob. That has to be a lot to deal with.\"\n\n\"It's a little overwhelming, but we've endured worse.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I lowered my head, not really knowing what to say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I'm here if you ever just need a listening ear.\"\n\nHe glanced up at me then back at the ground. \"Thanks.\"\n\nI patted his shoulder then headed inside to see Jessica on the phone and Chrissy and her friend, Vida, moving around the kitchen. Everyone else was sitting around the house, engaged in various conversations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I didn't see Nahra." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, everybody,\" I said as I walked further into the room.\n\nThey all said various greetings as I approached Chrissy. \"Is Nahra sleeping?\"\n\n\"She's in bed. But she said to send you up as soon as you got here.\"\n\nI smiled softly at her and headed up the stairs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I got to the room she was sleeping in, I knocked and waited for her to invite me in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come in,\" she said softly.\n\nAfter walking in, I noticed she was lying on her back with her eyes closed. Carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, I rubbed her cheek. \"Hey, baby. I'm sorry to hear about your mother-in-law.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you,\" she whispered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could hear the pain in her voice as it quivered. \"How are you feeling?\"\n\n\"I think I moved around too much today. My ribs are killing me. I ate some soup then came up here.\"\n\n\"Well, you haven't been getting much rest. That makes it harder for your ribs to heal. But I understand how hard it's been for you to get any rest with everything that's going on. Have you taken any pain medication?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. Chrissy crushed it in some orange juice before I ate the potato soup. Hopefully, my jaw heals quickly since the fracture wasn't that bad. I need to eat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I smiled softly at her. I knew she was sick of soup. That shit would have been a one and done for me, and from what I remembered about Jenahra, she enjoyed good food… hence her love for cooking amazing food. She'd cooked for me once, and I remembered drooling at just how good it looked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To say we were just fuck buddies, we spent a lot of intimate time together, learning one another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorry it took me so long to get to you. I had some unexpected delays in shipments, so I had to follow up on some things.\"\n\n\"It's okay. You still have a job to do. I totally understand.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but my main focus is wanting to be here for you. You were all I could think about the entire time I was gone.\"\n\nShe smiled softly. \"Thank you for being so thoughtful. Chrissy cooked a little something so you would have something to eat when you got here. Go eat and enjoy time getting to know my crazy family. I'm gonna go to sleep. I'm worn out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I gently rubbed her cheek then kissed it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The weariness in her eyes was evident. Honestly, I didn't know how she was still sleeping in this house with all the shit that had occurred. The true test would be when it was just her and Jacob here. \"Okay, babe. If you need me, call me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time I got to the door, she was out for the count." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today, everyone had been extremely quiet. We were on our way to the funeral, and I wasn't sure how this would go. The three of them had been handling it pretty well. I knew that Jessica and Jacob had gone to the funeral home to view his body before now, and they still seemed fine when they had returned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However, while Jenahra was strong, this was still a man that she spent damn near thirty years of her life with, no matter how abusive he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She would have to find her identity outside of him again. I wasn't naïve about the situation and how the process could go. My only prayer was that she wouldn't push me away while she was going through. But if she did, I would respect her space and the time she needed to heal in ways that shouldn't be dependent on me or her time with me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She needed to heal apart from anyone else or the expectations that they would be there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wanted to be with Jenahra for the rest of my life. I'd already missed out on twenty years… missed my window of opportunity to have kids with her. She was done having children. I was pretty sure of that fact." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crazy thing was that within twenty years, I hadn't found a woman that I wanted to bear my children." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes I felt like life had dealt me an unfair hand in that department, especially because I thought I would have made a great father.\n\nBut I supposed that was my fault. For an entire year after Jenahra disappeared out of my life, I spent that time pining after her. Depressed that our time had run its course." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I started dating other women, I felt unfulfilled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like the friendship aspect of it was missing. Jenahra and I had a connection that was beyond the physical. She would always say we were just fucking, but I felt like she would say that to try to convince herself that she wasn't falling for me like I had fallen for her. Since I didn't go a lot of places, it was next to impossible to even meet women." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So my choosings were slim and were mostly women I'd met shopping in one of the boutiques." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every now and then, I'd go to a bar for a drink or go shopping for my mother, but that was it. I didn't have a lot of friends in Houston. And because of my move to Houston and my rigorous work schedule, I kind of alienated myself from my friends in the Beaumont area. I'd let an older married woman turn my ass out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although she was only a couple of years older, she was a lot more mature than the twenty-six years of age she was when I met her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Losing her had me feeling sensitive as hell. Getting her back though had me feeling the same way, which was why I was nervous about losing her all over again after this. The entire way to the church I'd been thinking about how this could go. Jenahra and her kids had ridden in the limo and a couple of members of her family rode with her, one of them being WJ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I got out of my car and walked over to meet them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew that I wouldn't walk with them, because while Jenahra was stepping into the woman she wanted to be while with me, me walking down the aisle with her to view her husband's body would be weird. If she wanted me to, I would do it without hesitation though. Normally, people lined up paired off, but Jenahra and her kids linked arms and they walked in.\n\nI took a deep breath and walked in as well, ducking off to the side entrance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had no plans of viewing his body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't want to see him while he was alive, so I surely didn't want to see him while he was dead. When they got to the casket, they looked for a moment then walked away to sit. There were no tears, and their faces held no emotion. That was weird as hell to me, especially for Jessica and Jacob." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was this man that horrible to the two of them?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I sat, I watched other people view his body then offer their condolences to the three of them. Once the line had died down the service began, and it was pretty standard for a funeral. However, when Jenahra got up to speak, I got a weird feeling in my soul, like something was about to go down. She got to the mic then cleared her throat and closed her eyes for a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jessica walked up there with her and held her hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The church was quiet. I assumed everyone was wondering what she had to say. It was no secret that she had killed him.\n\n\"When I first met Joseph, I was turned all the way up, partying without a cause. I was nineteen years old, taking business courses at Lamar, intending on going into the family business. Besides school, my entire day consisted of riding my horse, practicing barrel racing and steer undecorating, and taking care of my sisters and brothers. Joseph was different than the men I grew up around. He was suave… smooth… somewhat city. He wasn't as country as me. He'd never ridden a horse or been to a rodeo. When he first came to Nome, he was like, I'm surprised the population isn't higher. There's only one thing to do out here for recreation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crowd laughed, but she didn't crack a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My head tilted as I tried to figure out where she was going with this. \"I got so mad, I didn't talk to him for two weeks. He wasn't about to talk about Big City Nome, Texas like that. That was my home, and I loved it and the potential it had to yield great things. Everything about the Hendersons was Nome, Texas.\"\n\nThere was more laughter and she chuckled slightly too. \"We started talking again, and he apologized over and over for offending me. There weren't cell phones then, so it took a little more effort for him to track me down. He finally caught me at home, braiding Tiffany's hair. She was only about four or five years old at the time. There was nowhere for me to run. He sat on the floor and played with Tiffany so she could stop whining and spent the rest of the day riding horses with me. To say he was an amateur, he did great.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She smiled at the memory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"After dating for almost two years, he proposed, and I was beyond excited and in love. I was secure in the fact that he could take care of me. He had a great job, working on the pipeline at the refinery, and back then, you were happy if a man could not only love you but take care of you without having to work outside the home. At least that was what I was brought up to believe.\"\n\nAfter taking a deep breath, she continued. \"A year after that, we got married, and within a couple of months, I got pregnant with Jessica. I'd just graduated from school, and I hadn't started working with the family yet. Joseph insisted that I stayed home and enjoyed my pregnancy. So I did. It was one of the happiest times of my life, bonding with my baby.\"\n\nI could see her body tensing, and I knew the bullshit was coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If I could have stopped it, I would have." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not long after I had Jessica, things between me and Joseph changed. I was ready to start working for the family business, and he told me no. That I needed to stay in a wife's place and take care of the home. It was our first real argument and the first time he'd put his hands on me.\"\n\nThe stunned looks on people's faces were seen throughout the congregation, and I rubbed my hand down my face. \"I know this is his funeral, but the funeral isn't for him. It's for the people that are still here that seek peace, healing, and restoration. I'm one of those people. It just so happens that the person that brought destruction, brokenness, bitterness, and unrest to my life was him. When Jessica was five, I got the worst beating of my life. The man whose hands were supposed to caress me, love me, and offer me solace, had broken me beyond belief. I was embarrassed, hurt, and bore the weight of the guilt, feeling it was my fault.\"\n\nThe tears slid down her cheeks, but her voice never quivered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hid this from my family for all those years, thinking that I had to be perfect in their eyes. Thinking that God wanted me to endure all the hurt simply because he was my spouse. The abuse went on from there. For twenty years, I allowed the devil to wreak havoc in my house, thinking only prayer would get me through. But you have to go to war with the enemy. When I saw how the arguments and fights were pushing my son to the point of no return, I knew I had to leave him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You could hear a pin drop in the church, and I felt like although this was probably freeing to her in a way, these people would use it to gossip about her. I slid my hand down my face as she went on. \"The night I was leaving, he wasn't supposed to be home. He was at work. To this day, I still don't know why he'd come home. He refused to allow me to just leave. We fought, and as you can see, he was getting the best of me. I have a fractured jaw from when he punched me, a broken nose from when he shoved me into the wall, and bruised ribs from when he kicked me.\"\n\nShe looked away, and I saw her shoulders quake as Chrissy and Tiffany walked to the mic to stand with her and Jessica." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was the last night he would live to beat me. Every person has their breaking point. The last thing I would want for my daughter is to believe that she had to accept that type of treatment from anyone. The last thing I would want for my son is for him to believe that he should treat women the way his father treated me and his sister. God is faithful, kind, loving, and forgiving. I know He loves me and I'm His. No matter how anyone may look at the situation and what I did. Had Joseph not been lying here before us, it would have been me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jessica leaned against her and closed her eyes as if trying to rid herself of the what ifs as Chrissy and Tiffany rubbed Jenahra's back. \"Despite all that he was to me, I know he was a good man to all of you and to his mother, who died suddenly yesterday from the grief of losing her only son. I pray that you find the peace and comfort only God can bring to deal with this loss. Thank you for coming to support Joseph's family during this time.\"\n\nShe slowly made her way to her seat as she glanced at me. I couldn't believe she'd gotten up there and said all that, but I had to admit, I was proud of her for ripping the Band-Aid off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead of just patching herself, she was letting go of all the trauma and was ready to heal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nodded at her, and she smiled softly. Before she could get to her seat, a man stood to his feet and began clapping. She looked over at him and smiled. Within seconds, the entire congregation was on their feet clapping." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I knew she hadn't said everything she said to get applause or for anyone to feel sorry for her, but I could tell their support meant a lot to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She cried more tears as Jessica and Jacob embraced her. What I wouldn't give to go and sit next to her and hold her in my arms at this moment. The pastor soon appeared at the podium and spoke a totally different sermon than what he'd prepared. He encouraged the people of God to seek help and counseling and how God didn't want His people suffering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I really enjoyed the sermon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't a eulogy. He never mentioned Joseph's name. At that point, it didn't need to be. There was no point in sugar coating anything after the truth Jenahra had spoken." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of Monica Walters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A pregnancy test? Why the hell I need a pregnancy test?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Carter had to have fallen off his rocker. He'd insisted that we go to the store because he had to pick up something. When he came out, he had a slight grin on his face, so I had to know what was so amusing. He'd given me the bag, and when I looked inside, I almost choked to death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carter chuckled quietly then briefly glanced at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My dad seems to think you're pregnant. Says he was able to tell my mother that she was pregnant before she even knew. Claims it to be a gift of his. This is the only way to validate his assumption… or tell him he's full of shit.\"\n\nI swallowed hard. I knew it could be possible, but I wasn't showing any signs of pregnancy. What I hated though was that I'd had sex with Joseph the night of Chrissy's wedding. If I was pregnant with his baby, I didn't know how I would handle that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stopped my birth control when I'd known of my pre-menopausal state and had seen Joseph's bloodwork results." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His testosterone was low. It was highly probable that if I was pregnant, it would be Carter's baby. \"Hey, you okay?\"\n\nI shook my head. \"I'm too old to be dealing with a baby. But as with everything else, I'll do what I have to do if I am. I was just… so happy to be back with you… ugh.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyebrows lifted. \"So you knew it was a possibility you could get pregnant?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I knew it was a slim chance.\"\n\nHe looked straight ahead, and I was slightly nervous until I saw the smile emerge on his face. \"You wanna have my baby, Nahra?\"\n\n\"I wanted to feel your raw dick, and I couldn't let you pull out to bust.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He died laughing. I couldn't help but chuckle too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was the God's honest truth. I didn't want to start all over, having a newborn at damn near fifty years old. Who did that shit on purpose? It wasn't like I didn't have kids already." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However, knowing that the only woman he wanted to bear his kids was me, made me almost want to be pregnant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, at least you're honest. But I mean… I wouldn't be upset if you were. It's not like I have any kids. I love Jessica and Jacob, but I didn't get to see them as babies.\"\n\n\"I get it, baby. If I am, then God definitely wanted it to happen. I wouldn't mind carrying your baby. I'd just have to make sure I stayed active so my body can keep up.\"\n\nI chuckled as I seriously thought about being pregnant at forty-eight years old. The dick was that good, Jenahra?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hell yes. As we continued to Nome, I sent Jacob a message to see if he'd made it home, and he informed me that he was at Storm's house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That boy was always wanting to be with Storm now that his dad was gone.\n\nWhen we got to the house, Carter seemed to have an extra pep in his step, and I could only laugh. I really didn't believe I was pregnant, but if I was indeed pregnant, this experience would be so much better than my previous two were. This time, I had a man that loved me unconditionally and that practically worshipped the ground I walked on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He opened my door as the bag swung from his wrist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His excitement was somewhat hilarious to me. Before I could get in the house good, he was taking the box from the bag, handing it to me.\n\nWe hadn't even talk about how much I enjoyed dinner with his parents. I knew they were being discreet and thoughtful about what they'd asked me, but I didn't get offended that easily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Mrs. Wothyla and I went into the kitchen, I told her to ask me the questions she really wanted to ask me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd smiled politely and refused at first. When I confirmed that I was okay with answering anything she wanted to know, she began asking more detailed questions about my marriage to Joseph.\n\nI explained as best I could about how I fell into an affair with Carter and promised her that I wasn't using him to get over losing my husband. I was about to leave that bastard anyway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once I'd given her the rundown of my marriage to Joseph, she'd hugged me tightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I couldn't help but relax in it. I knew she was going to relay all that to Mr. Wothyla. I knew for a fact that he wanted to ask more questions. Their concern was understandable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As I made my way to the bathroom, Carter was right on my heels." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning back to him, I said, \"Relax, baby. Either way, we're gonna be happy, right?\"\n\n\"Right. I just have one question. Are you sure that it would be mine? Had you and Joseph had sex?\"\n\nI looked at the floor then back up at him. \"I had sex with Joseph the night of the wedding. Although I was somewhere else in my mind, he did ejaculate inside me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could see his balloon deflate slightly, but then he perked up and said, \"That's okay. Either way, it would be mine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He kissed my lips, and I headed to the bathroom to find out the verdict. His words had softened me and eased my worry. I did not want to have another baby for Joseph. Fortunately, I didn't have to be in here long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't use the bathroom at Carter's parents' house, and I was about to spew a damn river." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once I pulled the stick from my stream and put the cap on it, I finished pissing then got up to wash my hands. The seconds were ticking by, and I could hear Carter pacing back and forth outside the door.\n\nAs I glanced at the stick, I could see it filling in. One line was already showing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After drying my hands, I opened the door for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyebrows lifted in a questioning manner. \"I haven't looked yet. You want to do it?\"\n\n\"Yeah… I'll do it,\" he said, then quickly went to it. After staring at it for a moment, probably trying to figure it out, he turned back to me. \"You're pregnant, baby.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The tears came from nowhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What the fuck? He gently kissed my forehead and asked, \"Are these sad or happy tears?\"\n\n\"Maybe a little of both. I hate that I've put us in this predicament of uncertainty. If I ever got pregnant, I wanted to be sure of at least who the father was. I'd forgotten about that fucked-up episode that Saturday night when I met you in Atascocita. This sucks.\"\n\n\"No, it doesn't. If the baby looks like me, then we'll know it's mine, biologically. Don't worry about anything. I got'chu, baby. If you are uncomfortable about it, we can keep this to ourselves for as long as you want.\"\n\nHe pulled me in his arms, and I took a deep breath, relaxing in his embrace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wasn't sure how I would handle this mentally, but I was grateful that I wasn't alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That nigga is a piece of shit, y'all. Chico gave me his contact information, so I emailed him, right? Let me read to y'all what this muthafucka said.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes. We were all at Storm's house and he'd gotten in touch with WJ's biological father. Carter was rubbing my arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd been extra attentive to me since we'd found out that I was pregnant last week." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had a doctor's appointment tomorrow. They wanted to get me in as soon as possible, because the pregnancy was considered high-risk. My age was the determining factor in that case. \"Storm, read what you said first,\" Tiffany said as he glanced at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This nigga was wearing that damn Gabriel shirt again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't know how he expected anybody to take him seriously with that on. \"Okay. Hol'on.\"\n\nHe fiddled with his phone for a second as Aspen slowly shook her head. I already knew this was about to be all fucked up. I didn't know why I asked his ass to make contact." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once he found out the information, he should have let someone else send the email." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A'ight. I sent, Hello, King. This is Storm Henderson. My mother is Joan. Remember her? She's the pregnant woman you left damn near fifty years ago. My brother is your son. He could use the connection with you. He's having a rough time in life right now. I mean, since you haven't been in his life and it's too late to get child support or anything else out yo' ass, that should be easy, right? His phone number is blah blah blah.\"\n\nWe were all staring at this fool, not even blinking. Finally, Jasper said, \"I know you fucking lying. That's how you addressed that man?\"\n\n\"What? What's wrong wit' it? I could have been a lot worse. I could have called him a fucking waste of skin, a deadbeat nigga, or a worthless piece of shit. I was practically friendly in that shit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chrissy rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Storm, you can't think that was gonna get you anywhere,\" I said. \"How you gon' halfway insult the man and expect him to do what you were requesting?\"\n\n\"Because he should want to be in contact with his son. I shouldn't even have to ask.\"\n\n\"In your opinion, though. He ain't tried to reach out in fifty years. Why would he want to reach out now? Everybody ain't like us. They don't give a fuck. I mean… look at how our dad did Marcus,\" Kenny added." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Storm ran his hand down his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Whatever. So this nigga said, Nigga if you don't get the fuck on. If I didn't want shit to do with him back then, what makes you think I want shit to do with him now? Joan was just tryna trap a nigga. When it didn't work, she tried to make me look like the fucked-up individual. But she had me fucked up. I didn't want a serious relationship with her, and she knew that shit. So whatever going on with that muthafucka ain't my fucking problem.\"\n\nMy emotions had been all over the creation, and just his response had me in tears. My last-ditch effort on trying to help WJ was a bust. Storm was right. He should have wanted to do the right thing, but the sad part was that the world was filled with people who didn't give a damn about doing what was right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carter held me in his arms as I cried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I finally got my emotions in check, I said, \"So that's it. There's nothing more we can do to try to save our brother… to change his mind about giving up.\"\n\nJasper stepped over to me and said, \"Don't give up, Jen. Maybe he's rethinking things now. He hasn't done it yet.\"\n\n\"He's getting shit together so we don't have to worry about it when he's gone. He's not stalling. WJ don't just talk shit out the side of his neck. I need y'all to understand the level of hurt this man is feeling. Storm, imagine if Noni, Bali, and Maui didn't want shit to do with you anymore. Jasper, imagine if Chasity left you. Kenny, imagine growing up knowing that your real father didn't give a shit about you, and your stepfather… the man you knew as a father, constantly threw in your mother's face that you weren't his. Tiff, think about how you would feel if your entire life consisted of taking care of a business that should have practically been yours for all the work you put in. Chrissy, what about if all three of your girls were molested… raped… and it wasn't shit you could do about it.\"\n\nI wiped my face and stood to my feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The only example of how to be a husband and father WJ got was Wesley Senior. And back then, he was not the man y'all love. He was a man whore. He treated mama like shit sometimes. WJ took that a step further and was a chauvinistic bastard to Sharon. Although he's fifty, he's been broken since the age of four. Witnessing your father treat people any kind of way and get away with it… that couldn't have helped. He grew up thinking he could do what the fuck he wanted and get away with it. Being that he's suffering so much, he envies everything about the Henderson name. Because he feels like that name ain't meant shit to him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was feeling weak, and I just wanted to throw up. Everyone's heads were down, and I could see the tears on Chrissy and Tiffany's faces. Carter had stood with me as I headed to the door. My head felt like it was splitting, and my chest was pounding from my racing heart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Storm, send me his email address. Let me try one last time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He nodded in response, then I walked out the door, Carter's hand at the small of my back. As I walked to Carter's car, he said, \"I'm so sorry, baby.\"\n\n\"It's okay. If King wanted to be in WJ's life, he would have been. I'm more than sure he knows who WJ is. I just want to get on my horse and get my thoughts together.\"\n\nI had gotten a chance to ride the other day with Tiffany, and I was so overwhelmed and happy about being on my horse again, I'd cried and kissed that damn horse's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it gave me so much peace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was one of the things I'd been missing. \"Want me to call and see if Tiffany can come out here with you?\" Carter asked as he turned in the driveway.\n\n\"No. I should be fine by myself. I know I need to have a talk with my parents too. We've left them out the loop, and I believe that's mainly because we hold them responsible. You would think though as a grown man, WJ would want to do better. I just don't understand it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe it's not for you to understand. All you can do is be there for him… and pray for him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe.\"\n\nI turned to look at him before he got out of the car. \"Thank you for being my shoulder to lean on, baby.\"\n\n\"You have nothing to worry about. I will always be here for you, no matter what. Come hell or high water.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I smiled at him as he got out of the car to help me out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he did, I went straight to my barn to saddle my horse. I assumed he was going to go inside, but he sat on the back porch to watch me. My horse whinnied, and I rubbed his neck, letting him know it was me. He calmed immediately as he sensed my spirit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Loosely wrapping my arms around him, I laid my head on him for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I released him to go get my saddle from the stand, I could hear Carter talking to someone. After putting my saddle on my paint horse and leading him out of the barn, I saw the entire crew, along with my parents. Fuck! I didn't want to do this shit right now! I still got on my horse and rode out like I didn't see them standing there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I felt so damn overwhelmed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lord, I know you said you wouldn't give us more than we can bear, but I feel like I'm sinking. God this is too much. I don't even have any other words right now. Please give me the strength I need to withstand.\"\n\nAfter about fifteen minutes of riding, I walked my horse back to the barn. Sliding off him, Tiffany was standing next to me. \"I would have ridden with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I just needed time alone, Tiff. Just me, Justice, and the Lord.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry. And now we're all here to irritate you further.\"\n\nShe took the saddle off my horse and put it up, then we headed to the house. Everyone else had gone inside, and when we walked in, they were seated in the kitchen, some at the breakfast nook and others around the island and bar area. Chrissy had gotten everyone something to drink, and they were waiting on me and Tiffany to come inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I sat at the table, Storm put his arms around my shoulders then laid his iPad on the table for me to see an email he sent King." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Listen, I apologize for my attitude earlier. It's just… my brother is struggling. This may be a shot in the dark. You calling may help him… or it could make it worse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I don't know. But me and my siblings are all out of options." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We don't know what else to do to help him. I probably seem desperate to you, and it's because I am. Please.\n\nI took a deep breath. There was no need in me emailing him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As I was giving Storm his iPad back, it chimed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Damn. He just emailed me back.\"\n\nMy eyes widened, hopeful that he would at least try. As Storm looked at it, he suddenly yelled. \"Fuck!\"\n\n\"Storm! What did he say?\" Tiffany asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Storm began reading, I could feel the heat rushing to my face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand, young blood. But you asking the wrong man to talk to him. He reached out to me a few years ago. Once I responded, telling him that I wouldn't mind getting to know him, he cursed me the fuck out. Told me to fucking stay out of his life and that he hoped my old ass died in here. So I can guarantee, hearing from me won't make matters any better. I wish y'all the best.\"\n\nI started crying once again. There was nothing more we could do but wait to see what would happen with him. I glanced over at my parents, and my mama was crying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her tears were making me angry though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why didn't y'all tell him? Why? Every time y'all argued, he felt it! He heard your hateful words, Daddy! Why?\" I cried out.\n\n\"When Wesley told me he would raise him as his, I didn't see a need to at first. We named him after Wesley and were happy that we would be giving him a better life than what I would have had with King. Had I known he was listening to our arguments, I would have said something a long time ago.\"\n\nStorm rolled his eyes. \"Old people and y'all secrets. It's secrets like that that destroy people. No wonder WJ wanted to fuck everything up years ago. How much work did WJ put in to make Henderson Ranch a success?\" Storm asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My dad rubbed his hand over his face and said, \"A lot. He maintained and repaired all the machinery in the beginning, and he was only a kid. He's the one that got our products into the local stores as well.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Man, this some bullshit. When he was fucking shit up, you knew that he knew, didn't you?\"\n\n\"I had a feeling that he did, but it wasn't my place to tell him.\"\n\n\"Man, what the hell you mean it wasn't your place?\" Kenny yelled. \"I can remember riding in the truck with you to Cici's house. I was young as hell. If I saw that, there's no telling what all WJ saw. And you couldn't even be decent enough to him to tell him the truth? That's fucked up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mama was crying and so was I." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This shit was heavy, and while everything looked perfect on the outside, it seemed our family was falling apart. \"Jen, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. As his mother, I should have been more responsible, more loving, and open with him… you too. I was so busy running after Wesley, I couldn't pay attention to my own children. And even after I stopped running after him, I neglected you and WJ and expected y'all to be able to show attention to your siblings that the two of you weren't getting. Especially when WJ walked in on what Jerry had done.\"\n\n\"He shouldn't have been with me that night. He was too young to witness that. He witnessed a lot of my underhanded dealings. It was hard enough for a black man to make it in his own business, but it was worse here in Nome because it's predominantly white. They tried to take my land from me and did whatever they thought they could to discredit me. WJ was always with me. He witnessed a lot of my retaliations and without knowing what even caused them to begin with.\"\n\nI was so done with this conversation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I couldn't take it anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Standing from my seat, I said, \"Today has been long. I'm beyond tired. This conversation will solve nothing. The person that needs the apologies isn't here to hear them. Maybe y'all should be at his house.\"\n\n\"Jenahra, wait.\"\n\nI stopped in my tracks as my mama approached me. She gently slid her hand over my cheek and pulled me to her, hugging me around my neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I closed my eyes and hugged her back as she cried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You became a good woman and mother despite my example. I pray that you can find it in your heart to forgive me and your father for our actions.\"\n\n\"I forgave y'all a long time ago, Mama. And for the things that were just revealed… I forgave y'all already. I just need to rest.\"\n\nEveryone began standing to leave, and I could tell that my brothers were all pissed, along with Tiffany. Chrissy just seemed hurt about everything that was said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was hurt too." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately two sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But all we could do now was do our best to heal from it. By the time this was done, we'd all need counseling." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 4 sentences sentences in the style of Hayden Wolfe spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No amount of manual labor cooled the edginess riding him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack rolled his shoulders and jogged up the porch steps of his parents' house. At least Brenna would be able to open the café section of her little bake shop in time for school to start. With the store being a block away from the college and the town's business district, she'd be able to take advantage of the kids looking for a snack and businessmen in need of a quick lunch.\n\nAnything that enticed people to spend their money locally helped all the businesses in town, including Sullivan's Pub." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Those enjoying lunch in her quaint little shop would see the signs across the street for his and Levi's place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Too bad the satisfaction of completing the project he'd promised to help with last month hadn't quieted his mind or worn out his body.\n\nDamn if he knew why he felt ready to crawl out of his skin. He'd been fine earlier in the week.\n\nJack shook his arms, loosening the tightness in his body, then opened the front door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Looking tense would tip his mother off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd nudge him for the reason all night. He wouldn't be able to help her when he didn't have a clue what bothered him.\n\nLaughter carried through the house. The clank of dishes and clink of glasses added to the sounds of life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The hearty scent of beef stew and homemade rolls lingered, but the soothing aroma of coffee killed his hope of indulging in his favorite meal. He'd missed dinner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack bypassed the dining room and walked into the sitting room, where dessert was always served. His gaze zeroed in on Blaine sitting with Levi. Their thighs touched. Their heads were close. Levi held his phone between them. His mouth moved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was telling her something." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack couldn't focus on his twin's words. The sight of them together stirred something dark within Jack.\n\nHe curled his hand and took a step forward.\n\nKyle grabbed his arm and led Jack to where Ronnie stood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wedding emergency first, then cake.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ronnie drew him close while Kyle snuck away, leaving Jack to his fate. She lowered her voice. \"I need to ask a huge favor.\"\n\n\"You need something, tell me. You're family.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or at least she would be in a couple of days." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have a last-minute addition to the reception. I need to change seating arrangements.\"\n\nJack cracked his neck. Ronnie didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of his pissed-off mood. Nobody did. He should've stayed home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hell, he would've skipped out if he hadn't promised to be here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't care, Ronnie. Seat me and Brenna wherever.\" As long as it was far from Eric. Ronnie would know that, though. Everyone in the family was questioning Eric's intelligence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack's stupid-as-rocks cousin had decided to bring a different girl to the wedding, leaving Brenna alone. Again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ronnie hugged him. \"You're the best.\"\n\n\"He is, isn't he?\" Blaine stepped next to them. \"I was just telling Levi the same thing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You were?\" The overly close vibe that came from Blaine and Levi didn't match any conversation Levi would have about him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After refusing to accept Levi's offer to buy himself out of the business they'd started together, Jack didn't expect his twin to have any civil words for him for a while. If anything, he should be the one giving Levi money, buying Levi's share of the business. His stubborn twin thought that idea ridiculous. Levi promised to pay for half, so he'd pay for half even if he was no longer an owner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mm-hmm.\" Blaine flashed a bright, mischievous smile that left her eyes cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The conflicting signals added to the edginess riding him. \"And he was showing me some pictures of how you looked after you helped him move into his place.\"\n\n\"Excuse me.\" Ronnie touched his arm. \"I have one more call to make before I rearrange seating.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't believe Levi at first,\" Blaine went on without acknowledging Ronnie's departure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The man passed out with that woman draped over his legs didn't resemble you at all.\"\n\nJack stroked his beard and chuckled. Everyone who'd shown up that day ended up drinking themselves into oblivion that night. It'd been years since he'd had as much fun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's the beard. Makes me look older.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And more handsome.\"\n\nDesire gave her already rough voice a sultry quality. He studied the woman who stood a couple of feet from him. Her narrowed eyes didn't match her tone or the relaxed pose she'd struck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had no idea if she was pissed, indifferent, or waiting for her chance to kiss him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Any of those options would fit Blaine in this instance.\n\nJack had a feeling he was finally seeing Blaine Zima in action. An actress had replaced the woman who'd loved him more openly than any girl before her. Hell, maybe the sex they'd shared had been part of her performance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If so, he'd been truly and effectively played." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd fallen for it.\n\n\"I like the beard.\" He shrugged. \"Don't care what anyone else thinks.\"\n\n\"Being self-confident is important.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It has nothing to do with self-confidence. I couldn't give a shit what people think of me.\"\n\nBlaine tilted her head and studied him with the deep awareness that made him wonder if she could see into his soul. \"Why?\"\n\n\"Why do I like the beard? Or why don't I care what people think?\"\n\nShe pursed her lips as if considering the choices. \"Both.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was in the Marines. Couldn't have facial hair. Now I can. So I do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The other question would be harder. He shouldn't have offered to answer it. \"And I like me as I am. No need to change.\"\n\nBlaine studied him. Her slow perusal stirred his body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His parents' house was not the right place to be turned on by this woman, but it was hard not to react to Blaine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The memory of what they'd done had kept him up the last two nights. He should never have touched her, because he wanted to do it again. Addictions started that way.\n\nHe stepped around her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now that you have your answer, I'm going to see if there's any food left. I'm starving.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Were you so busy you couldn't find time to eat?\"\n\nThe annoyance in Blaine's voice compelled him to look at her. She stood where he'd left her, facing the wall. \"Yeah, actually. I worked up a huge appetite too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She glanced over her shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her eyes held a promise. Of what, he wasn't sure, but it would involve him. He knew it.\n\nShe blinked, and the intensity in her glare eased. \"Doing what?\"\n\n\"Helping a friend.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Brenna, right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mood made perfect sense now. Blaine Zima was jealous of Brenna. He bit back a curse and went to Blaine.\n\n\"Yeah, with Brenna.\" He bent his head close." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm grabbing a beer and heading out to the barn out back. Make your way out there. We need to talk before this shit goes any further.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This…shit?\" She raised a brow as if she had no idea what he was talking about.\n\nHis teeth ached. He eased the clenching in his jaw. He hated the games women played, as if riding a guy's dick gave them special privileges or something.\n\nHe nodded, then pivoted on his heel and walked to the kitchen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Levi stepped through the patio doors, stopping him from escaping." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hear we're no longer sitting together at the wedding.\" Levi crossed his arms over his chest. \"Are you that damn angry you're now throwing a hissy fit?\"\n\n\"What the hell are you talking about? Angry about what?\" Jack stepped back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"About me wanting out of the pub.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack ran a hand over his head. He didn't want to deal with this now. The stony look on Levi's face warned he wasn't backing down. \"I'm not accepting a buyout from you. That's ridiculous. We're family. You want out, then I'll pay back the money you invested into the place and you can walk. I'm not stopping you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And leave you with the brunt of the mortgage?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Levi shook his head. \"Hell, no. I agreed to pay half, so I'm paying half.\"\n\n\"Jesus—\" Jack clamped his jaw shut before he finished uttering the curse that would bring his mother's fury down upon him. He lowered his voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We've talked about this. I don't care about the money. You want out, then—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want out because you won't listen to reason, not because I don't want to be your partner anymore. Adding a third business partner will help finance renovations on the pub. I've tried explaining this to you. I showed you blueprints on how we can expand—\"\n\n\"Not tonight, Levi.\" Jack shoved past his twin and slipped through the sliding glass doors leading onto the patio.\n\nThe mugginess of the day had given way to a cool breeze. He closed his eyes as a gust of wind hit him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't calm him, however." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tightness in his muscles bordered on pain. He rolled his shoulders and strode for the barn. He wanted this next talk over with, then he'd embrace the solitude of his house. At least there, nobody bothered him with ridiculous gripes or jealousy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smell of horses hit him the moment he stepped into the hundred-year-old barn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't make his way to the stalls on the opposite side of the large structure. He waited just inside the door near the ladder to the loft.\n\nMinutes passed. Finally, the barn door opened on a squeak. Blaine stepped in, carrying a bottle of beer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her gaze zeroed in on him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A small smile flitted over her plump mouth. She walked closer to him and held out the bottle. \"You forgot your beer.\"\n\nHe looked from the amber longneck to Blaine's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Irritation no longer simmered in her eyes, but she didn't appear warm and open either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't read anything from her expression. The obscurity left him at a disadvantage.\n\nHe curled his fingers around the bottle. \"Thanks. I forgot to grab it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because you were fighting with your brother.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd overheard them. Wonderful. He tried his hardest to keep his fights with Levi between them. No use bringing others into their issues. They'd been going at each other since they were toddlers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fighting was just what they did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We weren't fighting.\" More like discussing from opposite sides. At least they no longer pummeled each other like they had when they were kids.\n\nBlaine smirked. \"Right.\"\n\n\"I'm serious.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure you are.\" Blaine leaned a shoulder against a wooden support beam and crossed her arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just like I'm serious when I say I don't mind all the security checks and protocols my brother makes me endure at my shows.\"\n\n\"I'm sure Avery has your best interests at heart.\"\n\n\"Just as I'm sure Levi has yours.\" Blaine's brows drew down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her lips pursed. \"And I have to agree with him. A third partner would bring funds into your business. If you plan these renovations correctly, they'd pay off. Sullivan's Pub is a lovely place in a great location. With the college around the corner, you'd probably do quite well.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You sound like Levi. Did he prep you to come talk to me?\"\n\n\"No. You ordered me out here to talk before this shit went any further.\" Blaine made air quotes around the word \"shit\" and scrunched her nose. \"Though, I must admit, I still don't know what shit you're talking about.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack took in Blaine's image." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wearing jean shorts and a button-down short-sleeved shirt, she fit the image of a local. Her voice and the large diamond studs in her ears betrayed her true identity. She was just visiting, and he didn't want to deal with her jealousy while she was here.\n\n\"I don't need to tell you where I go or who I'm with.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused, giving her a chance to flip out on him. She frowned instead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He motioned toward the house. \"You're going to tell me that little show in there wasn't about you being jealous?\"\n\nBlaine turned, looking in the direction he indicated. After a moment, she faced him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her brows were pinched. \"What little show?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You asking about Brenna and where I was all day.\" The second the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to take them back. He was the one who sounded unstable. He rubbed at his neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Look, forget it. I'm in a crappy mood. I shouldn't be taking it out on you or accusing you of—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shit?\"\n\nHe chuckled. He matched her amused smile. The tightness in his shoulders eased. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\"If I'd known asking about Brenna would upset you, I wouldn't have done so.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine examined her fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She rubbed her thumb over her nails. The move struck him as a nervous gesture, but her body posture remained neutral. So did her voice. \"I was just curious as to who I'd be sitting with at the wedding. It's easier to prep small talk when I have a few details to go on.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're coming?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked at him from under her lashes. \"I was invited weeks ago.\"\n\nNo doubt because she was Iona's friend. \"Are you bringing anyone?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She inclined her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No details on who. The silence demanded he find out everything, however.\n\n\"Who are you bringing?\" Maybe a lover? She'd said she didn't have a boyfriend." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Didn't mean her bed had no one to warm it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A friend.\" Blaine smiled. She motioned to the bottle he held. \"Your beer's getting warm, Jack.\"\n\nWith his gaze on Blaine, he took a drink, then licked his lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do I get a name?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\" Blaine laughed. \"I wouldn't want to cause any more shit.\"\n\n\"That's not fair.\"\n\nShe gave a half shrug and turned to the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait.\" He grabbed her hand before she could get away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked from his hand on hers to his face and raised a brow.\n\n\"You're leaving?\" He didn't know why he asked. From the response she gave, jealousy hadn't been the motive behind her earlier questions. There was no reason to talk longer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. It's late, and I've got stuff to do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gave him the same parting words he'd used the other night after he'd finished helping her move into the cabin. \"See you at the wedding, Jack.\"\n\nThe barn door closed behind Blaine. He stared at it for a long time and fought the urge to follow her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Hayden Wolfe would" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No wedding was complete without a scandal. Eric snubbing Brenna after chasing her all summer should've been the one for this wedding. It wasn't turning out that way. The empty seat next to his cousin had doused the fire in Brenna's eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack wanted it to stay that way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He propped his elbows on top of the empty chair where Eric's date should've been sitting if she'd shown up to the wedding. \"Since your date ditched you, come hang with us out back. They're opening the bar in a couple of minutes.\"\n\n\"I didn't get ditched.\" Eric took a sip of ice water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I never had a date.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack looked pointedly at the place setting next to Eric's. \"What? Did you forget how to count and wrote two guests on your RSVP instead of one?\"\n\nEric carefully set his glass down. \"I was trying to rile Brenna. Get her to react. You know? Freaking get her to acknowledge my existence.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, Jack didn't know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd never played games where women were concerned. The little scene with Blaine the other night at his parents' place was the closest he'd ever gotten to playing games. It was not an experience he wanted to relive. He still regretted the baseless accusation he'd spewed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then congratulations are in order, little cousin. She reacted. She asked me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eric pushed from his chair. \"If you even think about taking her home with you tonight, I'll—\"\n\n\"You'll do nothing.\" Jack lowered his voice. \"You don't have the right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eric's clenched jaw and flared nostrils portrayed his frustration over the fact he had no place in Brenna's life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He leaned close and lowered his voice. \"Don't touch her. You hear me? I'll beg if I have to. She deserves better than for you to use her.\"\n\nNo truer words had ever been spoken. Brenna deserved a husband, not a fuck buddy or a one-night stand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She deserves better than you too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eric grunted. He looked in the direction of the patio where Brenna had slipped outside with Iona and Wyn. \"Which is why I haven't touched her yet. Which is why I haven't touched anyone since she moved home.\"\n\n\"You would've done a hell of a lot more than touch Iona if you'd gotten the chance.\" The episode at the lake would be one Jack wouldn't soon forget." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the first time his youngest brother had looked at a woman as if she was more than a conquest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eric snorted. \"I was just being nice to her. Nothing would've happened.\"\n\nDamn right it wouldn't have. Wyn would've pummeled Eric if he'd tried to kiss Iona. Possession had burned in Wyn's eyes that morning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had sealed his fate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But you did flirt with her.\" And she'd flirted back. Of course, Iona had likely been playing games, trying to get Wyn to react. Or maybe she was only being nice too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack shook off the thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What did it matter? Wyn and Iona were together now. Who was Jack to judge the path they'd taken?\n\nEric flip-flopped the arrangement of the forks next to his dish, then returned them to their original positions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I flirt with everyone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you wonder why Brenna won't give you the time of day.\" Jack shook his head.\n\n\"I can't help it. I've flirted since I was in elementary school. I don't know how to turn that off.\"\n\n\"Maybe you should…\" A flash of platinum-blonde hair caught his eye." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine walked into the ballroom with a guy on her arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though \"guy\" wasn't the right description for the tall, lean, dark-haired man. Model fit better. He looked like he belonged on the cover of some magazine.\n\nAnother man trailed behind them. There was no mistaking him for a model." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A dangerous vibe clung to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The slow, calculated way he surveyed the room gave away his role: a bodyguard. Hopefully, not one of the men Avery's ex recommended.\n\nEric grabbed Jack's arm. \"Hey, where are you going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't realized he'd moved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack focused on Eric's fingers curled around his forearm. The tension in his cousin's grip registered.\n\nClosing his eyes for several heartbeats, Jack centered himself, relaxing his muscles one at a time. \"That guy behind Blaine looks like a bodyguard. I want to know why he's here. A wedding is no place for someone like him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe he's here because she's famous, and famous people have bodyguards.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack grunted. \"In Russia, she's famous. Not here.\"\n\n\"Don't know, then. Go ask her.\" Eric jerked his chin in the direction of the doors leading to the patio, where smaller tables had been set up to allow more guests to enjoy the view of the gardens. At least that was the reasoning Jack had gotten when he'd asked why he was hauling so many centerpieces out there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Looks like she's sitting with you and Brenna.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guy resembling a model pulled out a chair for Blaine while the bodyguard moved to the shadows. She smiled and said something, making her date laugh. He swooped her hair off her shoulder, whispered in her ear, then took the seat next to her.\n\nDeep breaths expanded Jack's chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His muscles tensed. He recognized the rage slipping through him, but couldn't stop it or justify it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blaine didn't even qualify as a fling. They'd had spur-of-the-moment sex. That was not something to feel possessive about. It was a fleeting moment of pleasure when they'd both gotten off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rationalization didn't soothe him. Not one little bit. He wanted Blaine away from that guy.\n\n\"Yeah, I'll do that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack closed the distance between them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bodyguard looked Jack's way. His eyes narrowed, his shoulders straightened, and his fingers twitched. No doubt Jack had triggered the man's instincts. The purposeful way Jack moved directly toward Blaine and her date had aggression written all over it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Damn if he could slow his approach especially when Blaine's date kept touching her hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack rested his hand on the back of Blaine's chair, blocking her date's access to the silky strands that had caressed Jack's thighs a couple of days ago. \"Are you planning on causing trouble tonight?\"\n\nBlaine's lip quivered as if she was fighting a smile. \"Me? What kind of trouble would I cause?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Makeup drew attention to Blaine's features, defining her long lashes and giving her a sultry look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't need anything to enhance her beauty, but like this, she appeared untouchable, as if she was as famous as everyone kept telling him.\n\nHe tightened his grip on the back of her chair to stop himself from touching her hair the way Blaine's date had. \"Don't know. Figured if you need a bodyguard, you must be expecting it or planning to cause it.\"\n\n\"Actually, Alex is my assistant.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine's date spoke in heavily accented British." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sometimes bodyguard, sometimes secretary, sometimes companion. Alex's been with me for ages.\"\n\nJack turned his attention to the guy on Blaine's left. \"And you are?\"\n\n\"Eliot Sutherland.\" The man held out a hand. \"Conductor, choreographer, and Blaine's dear friend.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack stared at the hand held out to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't want to take it. He had no reason not to shake this man's hand, though. His confusing reaction to seeing this guy with Blaine didn't give him the right to be rude.\n\n\"Jack Sander, pub owner.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He firmly took the man's hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I didn't know conductors or choreographers needed a bodyguard.\"\n\n\"Assistant.\" Eliot's mouth pressed into a thin line. \"Alex's bodyguard skills only come into play when I'm in England. I'm related to the throne.\"\n\nProbably rich and cultured too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was the kind of guy Jack expected to date Blaine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eliot still looked too pretty to be with her, especially in the simple yellow sundress she'd worn today. She should be the one to stand out.\n\n\"And now you're in Sander's Valley where…\" The delicate press of Blaine's hand on his stomach drew Jack's attention to her.\n\n\"The wedding was beautiful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Warmth slid into Blaine's eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you looked quite handsome standing with your brothers.\"\n\n\"I didn't see you at the church. Thought you'd missed it.\" He'd looked among the pews too. Several times. Even with the plain dress she wore, her nearly white-blonde hair would've stood out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Eliot's flight was delayed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She moved her hand from Jack's stomach to her date's bicep. \"We arrived too late to sit without causing a scene. We watched from the vestibule.\"\n\nJack studied Eliot's hands. Not a scar on them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd probably never worked an honest day of hard labor in his life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Would he appreciate the caress of Blaine's delicate fingers on his skin? \"I'm sure Iona will be happy to hear that. She was worried you got lost or something.\"\n\n\"Yes. I should tell her.\" Blaine splayed her fingers on the table and straightened in her seat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Have you seen her?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Outside. I'll show you.\" The moment she stood, Jack rested his hand at her lower back and led Blaine to the gardens before she could give her date a second thought.\n\nOnce the patio door closed behind them, Jack stepped closer to Blaine. \"Did you bring the royal model today to prove a point?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine laughed. \"Royal model? I don't know what you're talking about.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The guy looks like he should be on a runway or something.\" Probably had women chasing him too. Hopefully, Blaine wasn't one of them. A guy like Eliot would break her heart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She might not want a boyfriend, but no girl deserved to have other women fawning over their date while she was with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, Eliot is quite dashing. What point does that prove?\"\n\nNo reasonable response came to him. He opened his mouth, then closed it without saying a word.\n\nHer eyes lit up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you jealous, Jack? Is that why you're making a big deal about Eliot?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I—\" He clamped his mouth closed.\n\nWas he jealous?\n\nThe sight of Blaine and Eliot had triggered the same dark feelings seeing Blaine with Levi had the other night at his parents' place. Damn. If Jack didn't know better, he'd have to say he was acting jealous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You couldn't be jealous of a woman you had a nonrelationship with, however." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His reaction had to have been caused by something else.\n\nProtectiveness, maybe? He didn't want to see Blaine hurt by this guy. If she was hurt, Iona would be upset too. They were friends, and Iona was basically family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Probably wouldn't be long until they were standing here again celebrating her and Wyn's big day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes, that reasoning made better sense.\n\n\"No, I'm not jealous.\"\n\n\"Liar. You are. I see it in your eyes.\" Blaine's laugh lines deepened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took his hands in hers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you plan on fighting for me now too? I love when men fight over me.\"\n\nThen he'd have to make sure he never did. He bent closer to her. \"That guy looks the type to only be with women for what he can get out of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"True. Eliot's been after me for years. I think he's wearing me down too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is he?\" Did that mean they weren't lovers, but Eliot wanted them to be lovers?\n\n\"Mm-hmm.\" Blaine pressed her lips together, but her attempt to hide her smile failed miserably. Her amusement over his reaction was clear.\n\nJack drew her hands down, compelling her to step closer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her skirt brushed his legs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He widened his stance but fought the desire to pull her flush against him. Too many eyes on them.\n\nHe didn't need word to get back to Brenna. Not being involved with her didn't give him an excuse to touch another woman while they were here together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even the way he was touching Blaine now might be too much." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't put space between them, though. This would likely be the only chance he got tonight to hold her.\n\n\"Are you telling me Eliot hasn't gotten the chance to experience your lips wrapped around his—\"\n\n\"Are you sure Iona came this way?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine cut him off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned slightly, pressing her hip against his thigh, and scanned the gardens. \"I don't see her anywhere.\"\n\n\"Yeah. She did.\" Jack surveyed the grounds. Friends and family were scattered throughout the gardens." }, { "from": "human", "value": "None were close enough to eavesdrop on his conversation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He drew Blaine farther from the door, rounding the building. \"We'll look for her in a minute. First tell me about Eliot. What's he after?\"\n\n\"I told you. Me.\" She bit her lip as if she found this conversation amusing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your body?\" There was a growl to his voice. He heard it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The idea of Eliot and Blaine together stirred his anger. It was jealousy, not his desire to protect Iona's feelings. What the hell was he supposed to do with this knowledge? He had no right to feel possessive of Blaine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe.\" With a teasing smile on her face, she tilted her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A lock of hair slid over her cheek, tempting him to push it back. \"But it depends on where our relationship goes. I don't mix business with pleasure.\"\n\n\"Business? Is he after your money?\"\n\nBlaine mapped his face with her gaze as if looking for the reason behind his question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not so much my money. He has plenty. More like my name and talents.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't understand.\"\n\n\"Eliot is a man with a large trust fund and nothing to do with his days besides focus on his passion projects. I'm one of them.\" Blaine smirked. \"Or my music is, actually.\"\n\n\"And you're a beautiful passion project, I might say.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eliot drew her away from Jack." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hadn't noticed Eliot's approach. Jack was usually better attuned to his surroundings. Blaine threw him off balance.\n\n\"You're too kind, Eliot.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine dipped her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A small smile played on her mouth.\n\nEliot skimmed his fingers over the neckline of her dress. \"But this outfit doesn't do you justice, my dear. I'm used to you walking into a room and commanding everyone's attention. That's one of the reasons I love you.\"\n\n\"Not at a wedding.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine gave her date a chastising look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everyone's attention should be on the bride.\"\n\nJack hadn't thought of it that way. Blaine's consideration meant a lot.\n\n\"And Ronnie looked absolutely magical.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brenna's sweet, almost childlike voice drew Jack's gaze to where she stood a couple of feet away in a bridesmaid outfit that matched Iona's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With her red hair, green eyes, and freckles, she reminded Jack of the kid he'd known before she'd moved away. Only her generous curves and the jaded look in her eyes gave away her age. No doubt life had shit on her enough to give her that cynical edge. Jack refused to let tonight add to her poor outlook, at least where men were concerned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey.\" He went to Brenna and drew her forward with a hand on her upper back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought I'd lost you. Last I saw, you were with Iona and Wyn.\"\n\n\"Ronnie's changing into a different dress for the reception. Iona's helping her. They didn't need me, and Wyn's talking to friends.\"\n\nThe long train on Ronnie's dress would make it hard to dance. Jack hadn't thought about that either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why would he, though?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His involvement in the wedding had been limited to carrying stuff and standing next to Kyle at the altar.\n\n\"You must be Brenna.\" Blaine held out a hand.\n\nThe smile on her face matched the one she'd given Eliot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was warm and open, but it didn't reach her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was her fake smile. Jack was sure of it.\n\n\"Yes.\" Brenna shook Blaine's hand, then stepped back. \"And you are?\"\n\n\"Where are my manners?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine laughed. \"I'm Blaine Zima, Iona's friend from Russia.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She motioned to her date. \"And this is Eliot Sutherland.\"\n\n\"Conductor, choreographer, and Blaine's dear friend.\" Jack sneered at the other man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And he's related to the throne of England.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh.\" Brenna's eyes widened. \"That's very interesting.\"\n\n\"Please.\" Eliot held up a hand. \"The royal family is just like everyone else. They simply live out their lives in the spotlight. Here in America, though, I'm a simple businessman.\" He turned to Blaine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And I'm hoping to seal a deal with this trip.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What deal is that?\" Maybe Eliot would offer up the details Blaine wouldn't give.\n\n\"Blaine's a wonderful singer, but she's an even better violinist. Actually, a phenomenal violinist. Probably the best I've ever heard, and I want to see her—\"\n\n\"Don't exaggerate.\" Blaine cut him off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I dabble. That's it. Singing's where I make my money.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Singing?\" Brenna asked.\n\nBlaine shrugged. \"In Russia, I have a small following.\"\n\nEliot laughed. \"Small following? You're worth billions, darling. Don't downplay your worth.\"\n\n\"Oh.\" Brenna's eyes widened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine shot her date a harsh glare." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The ruble is not worth as much as the dollar, Eliot.\"\n\n\"True.\" Eliot inclined his head. \"But don't forget about your trust fund. That one is in American dollars. Once you can tap into it—\"\n\n\"Enough.\" Fire burned in Blaine's eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack had to agree with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blaine's discomfort with this topic demanded he intervene. \"Let's get some drinks and settle in. Kyle and Ronnie should be making their appearance soon.\"\n\nBlaine relaxed visibly at his suggestion. If she thought she was off the hook, however, she was going to be sorely disappointed." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bonfire behind Kyle's house and tiki torches around the lake lit the valley below." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blaine cast another glance at the evidence of the second reception she'd passed on attending. Eliot had barely tolerated the formal reception and the local DJ. Forcing him to endure the music blared from speakers around the lake would've been cruel. Besides, the events of the night had unsettled her. She'd needed solace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She needed her violin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Too bad she'd left it in Russia.\n\nBlaine tore her attention from the lit windows of Jack's house and focused on the notebook in front of her. The piece of music she'd been working on since Eliot had first mentioned his charity tour stared back at her. It didn't qualify as traditional classical music but set to an array of horns, flutes, clarinets, and drums, it'd be an emotionally charged piece that would leave a lasting impression on everyone who heard it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could almost feel the beat in her bones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The racing tempo and heart-wrenching lows spoke to her, reminding her of the journey of love she'd briefly described to Jack earlier today. Love in its highest, most exciting form, followed by the heartbreak that hit once reality destroyed the promise of forever. The only thing left to write was the ending.\n\nUtter misery? Or the happily ever after most people sought?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her pencil didn't move." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn't decide on the next note.\n\nThe revving of a four-wheeler drew her gaze to the woods. She'd heard several ATVs on and off all evening, but never this close. Who'd be coming to see her?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The excuse she'd dropped about being tired should've kept everyone away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She set her notebook and pencil on her lounge chair and walked to the side deck, allowing her an unobstructed view of the road leading to the cabin. No sweeping arcs of headlights announced a visitor. After a few moments, the sound grew softer. Whoever had ridden this way had driven by." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fine by her. Dressed in a tank top and undies, she was in no condition to be greeting anyone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blaine returned to the spot she'd chosen at the back of the cabin and slipped on her headphones. The inspirational music she'd been listening to drew her back to the task at hand. If she joined Eliot's tour, her name would be attached to the music she was composing. Kings, presidents, and diplomats from around the world would attend such an elaborate affair, especially with the Sutherland name attached to the event." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her contribution to the tour needed to be perfect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The familiar pressure to succeed settled over her. She recognized it for what it was: an obsession. If she let it consume her, Eliot would get his way.\n\nWas that such a bad thing? Maybe, maybe not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't decide and had no one to bounce her thoughts off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Iona would tell her to follow her heart, and Avery's only contribution would pertain to her safety. Success and happiness meant little to him.\n\nShe was on her own. Good thing she was used to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eyes closed, Blaine rested her head against the padded headrest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The classical piece written hundreds of years ago quickened her pulse. Her fingers twitched, an automatic reaction she didn't try to stop. Her body wanted to play along, to chase the beat until sweat slickened her brow. She wanted to stand on the large rocks overlooking this valley and play." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dance in the fields below where butterflies flew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Give herself over to the music, letting it tell the story she normally sang.\n\nHer fans wouldn't feel the same freeing sensation she would by embracing her violin. They'd boo any classical piece she'd play. Her sales would drop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The brand she'd built would crumble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People would forget her name.\n\nAt least her current fans would. Eliot offered her the opportunity to reach a different set of fans. But would they love her as much as the adoring crowds in Russia?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No. Likely not." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd be only one of many musicians who made up the orchestra. All eyes would be on Eliot, however. Everyone would know his name, exalting the Sutherland name to fame once more.\n\nThe notebook she loosely held was taken from her hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On a gasp, she jerked up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack's firm hand settled on her shoulder. His mouth moved. The music blaring from her headphones drowned out his words.\n\nShe tugged off the headphones and killed the music. \"You scared me.\"\n\nHe picked up the pencil she'd dropped, slipped it into the spirals of the notebook, and set it on the table under an unopened can of soda." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You did, though. You snuck up on me.\" She swung her legs over the side of the chair, but Jack crouched in front of her before she stood. He rested his hands on her legs. \"Somebody had to have dropped you off. Why didn't they have their lights on? I looked.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack slid his hands higher." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His rough palms spread tingles over her skin. \"I didn't want to disturb you if you had company.\"\n\n\"Who would be here? Everyone is down by the lake.\"\n\n\"Eliot's not.\" Shadows obscured Jack's features, but she heard the harshness in his tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, he's not.\" She fought a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe Jack would fight over her after all. \"Not now, anyway.\"\n\n\"Good.\" Jack spread her thighs and moved into the space between her legs. \"I really didn't want to have to call Levi back to pick me up. He'd never let me live it down.\"\n\nHis speech wasn't slurred, but the scent of beer clung to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd been drinking, exactly as he said he would." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now he was here, watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze.\n\n\"Live what down?\"\n\nJack moved his hands to her hips and curled his fingers around the waistband of her underwear. \"Not getting inside the girl I want.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her lower belly warmed with the look of hunger in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You were already inside me.\"\n\nHe shook his head. His voice lowered. \"Doesn't count. You took advantage of me, Ms. Zima. Used me to get yourself off.\"\n\nHe was teasing her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew it. His words made her incredibly hot, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking what she wanted in life empowered her. She'd never considered applying the same concept to her sexual encounters, at least not until Jack Sander walked into her life.\n\nShe slid her hands over the muscled pecs she hadn't seen yet. She wanted Jack naked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wanted him inside her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wanted to come apart at his hands. \"You don't remind me of a man who can be taken advantage of, especially by a woman.\"\n\n\"You're no ordinary woman.\" He wiggled her underwear to her upper thighs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't help him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His flaring nostrils as he worked the lace off her bottom entranced her.\n\n\"Really?\" She smirked. \"What am I, then?\"\n\nHe fisted her lacey underwear, then met her eyes. \"A predator.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A predator?\" The description brought a smile to her lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It fit, even if it didn't sound flattering. She hadn't gotten where she was in life by living demurely.\n\n\"Mm-hmm. But so am I.\" Jack jerked her underwear, tearing the delicate fabric and ripping a shocked gasp from her throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And tonight, I'm taking what I want.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gripped his shoulders. \"Don't you think you should ask me first?\"\n\nWith one hand on her hip holding her in place, he slipped the fingers of his free hand inside her pussy. Her inner muscles gripped him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She inhaled sharply. He raised one corner of his mouth in a lopsided smirk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me to stop, and I will. Immediately. You understand?\" He leaned into her, pushing his fingers as far as they'd go inside her body, and brushed his lips over her cheek, from her ear to her lips. \"But I'm not asking your permission.\"\n\n\"A little tit for tat?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She rocked against the fingers lodged deep inside her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sparks danced along the walls of her vagina. Her clit thumped. She inhaled his beer-scented breath and closed her eyes. \"I used you, so you're going to use me?\"\n\nJack curled his fingers, stroking that spot inside her that tightened her body, readying her for a powerful orgasm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're a smart woman. Aren't you, Blaine?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wouldn't be where I am if I wasn't.\"\n\n\"In my arms. You're exactly right.\"\n\nJack slid his tongue between her parted lips and led her into a slow, decadent melding of mouths that left her dizzy and unsettled. Her head spun. Her heart raced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The raw emotion Jack's kiss stirred didn't match his promise of using her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It held devotion as if he was savoring every nuance of this moment.\n\nA soft sound escaped her throat. Almost a whimper. It tensed her body. Her inner muscles squeezed around Jack's fingers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her nails dug into his shoulders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Jack kept kissing her so deeply and completely, tears pricked her eyes.\n\nWhiskey and beer flavored their kiss. She focused on the taste of him, the way his fingers moved inside her, stroking her from the inside out, and the firm press of his hand at her lower back. Lust hit her, wiping away the tenderness that didn't belong here between them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She crisscrossed her arms behind his head, holding him close, and took control of the kiss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She ate at his mouth with every ounce of rawness she'd felt the last time they'd kissed. He growled against her lips. His fingers left her body. He yanked her against him, pulling her off the lounge chair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her ass landed on his bent thighs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every ounce of gentleness, gone.\n\nJack devoured her. His hands stroked over her back. The bruising press of his lips didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. There was only Jack and what he was taking from her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had no choice but to accept him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She relaxed in his hold, tipping her head back and welcoming the deep strokes of his tongue along hers.\n\nHe kissed her until she swayed, dizziness gripping her, then stood, lifting her with him. Her feet touched the cool deck. Her knees threatened to give out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With his arm hooked around her waist and his lips on hers, Jack walked forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her back met the railing of the deck. Then he tore his mouth from hers and turned her body. The lights from the valley below filled her vision. Music drifted to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The party was still going strong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Jack was here. With her. Not Brenna. Not another random woman.\n\nThe sound of something tearing reached her ears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A condom wrapper. She knew that sound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked over her shoulder. Shadows hid Jack's face but she saw enough to know he'd lost his shorts.\n\nHe stepped closer to her. The coolness of the condom on his penis sent a shiver through her body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least he'd remembered to think about protection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not like her. She was glad. Her luck wasn't that good, and she had no desire to claim her trust fund this way.\n\nJack drew her close with an arm around her waist. \"How long are you going to be in Sander's Valley?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She blinked. \"Another week. Maybe two.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank God.\" Jack pressed his palm against her lower belly and pushed his cock into her opening. Her clenching muscles prevented him from sinking into her.\n\nGroaning, he rocked, working his thick shaft into her body. Her eyelids fluttered. Her breath rushed out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With one hard thrust, he seated himself deep inside her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She dropped her chin to her chest as the sensation of fullness overwhelmed her.\n\nShe swallowed against the dryness in her mouth. \"Why is that good?\"\n\n\"Addictions take longer than that to form.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack turned her head and kissed her, stopping her from questioning his odd response." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rolling press of his hips to her bottom matched the pace of his kiss. Heaviness built. An ache centered deep inside her. Every time Jack reached the end of her, the tightness in her pussy intensified. The orgasm she chased slipped through her fingers each time Jack moved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So close, so far." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She moved against him, needing the high of ecstasy that Jack's loving promised. He'd send her soaring over the edge. She knew it. She wanted it. He held it out of reach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The steady pace he'd set didn't let her careen into pleasure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He made her ride the edge.\n\nBlaine tore her mouth from his. \"Jack, please. Harder. Take me harder.\"\n\nThe wild look in his eyes registered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She understood her mistake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been holding back. Loving her. Making her feel worshipped. She'd given him an out. Now, he'd truly take from her, exactly as he'd promised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Remember your words, Blaine. You asked for it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't get the chance to say anything else. Jack locked an arm around her chest, drawing her against him, and slammed his cock into her. Vibrations shook her body, bouncing her breasts and tearing small gasps from her throat. She had nothing to hold on to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The railing was out of reach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was only Jack. He surrounded her, filled her, commanded her. She clung to him, digging her nails into his forearms.\n\nHe tipped her head back and kissed her while his erection stretched her with every rough thrust." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Feminine sounds of surrender escaped her throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moans, whimpers, and low grunts she was sure she'd never made in the presence of a man before. They didn't frighten her. Nothing did. Jack commanded her, leading her to pleasure. She didn't fear it. She craved it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only he could deliver it. She knew that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Didn't care. She wanted to find her pleasure with him.\n\nOn a hard thrust that tore his name from her throat, Jack found his release. Hers followed. Waves rolled through her body, leaving her trembling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately two sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was only ecstasy. And Jack.\n\nAnd this nagging feeling she'd never be the same again." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Hayden Wolfe.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of Hayden Wolfe.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a Hayden Wolfe sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Smile, Blaine. If your publicist saw you right now, she'd have a heart attack.\"\n\nBlaine glared at her brother, then plastered a smile on her face, turned, and waved to the crowd of screaming fans. The shouts grew louder. Signs—some with her image, some bearing her name, others with lines from her songs—bounced above the heads of those gathered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She blew a couple of kisses and replied back to the chants that surrounded her, but after a few minutes, her cheeks hurt from holding the smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avery grasped her elbow, saving her from her own faked excitement, and led her to the stage door while Alex cleared the way for them. The moment the metal door clanged shut behind them, she exhaled loudly.\n\nHer brother glanced at her. \"Seriously, Blaine. What's your problem? You've been miserable ever since you returned from the States. Was your mini vacation that bad?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's moping over what she left behind. Give her time. She'll get over it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blaine slid Alex a furious glare. \"You've overstepped your boundaries, Mr. Smith. Do remember that even though Eliot gave you a leave so you could act as my guard that I'm the one paying for your services. Those do not include your opinions of my personal life.\"\n\nRage slipped into Alex's eyes. He blinked, and the animosity faded, replaced by the cool demeanor Alex normally portrayed, but Blaine wouldn't soon forget that glimpse into Alex's soul." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex cracked his jaw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His Russian accent faded. A British one replaced it, giving the words he spoke in Russian an odd quality. \"I'm only stating the facts. Not opinions. The facts are that you were sexually involved with a man you met while visiting your friend. A man who I thought I'd have to pry you away from at the airport.\"\n\nBlaine stepped back. \"Sexually involved? How exactly would you know that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex made an amused sound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please, I found a pair of your torn underwear outside the cabin where you were staying, and your lover greeted me at the door wearing only a towel. It's not rocket science putting those two things together.\"\n\nBlaine took another step back. \"My underwear? You found my underwear? What exactly were you doing on the back deck of my cabin anyway? There was no reason for you to have gone there.\" And where exactly was her underwear now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Actually, she didn't want to know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The internet was a great place to sell something like that. Some of her hardcore fans would pay a small fortune for it. Coming direct from her bodyguard would guarantee they'd pay any price. Alex wouldn't be the first person close to her to betray her privacy while making a nice profit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex raised a hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Calm down, Blaine. I'm not a creep. If I was, I never would have admitted to finding your underwear, which I made sure got into a garbage can, by the way. And that was not a task I enjoyed. I don't particularly like women, but Eliot asked me to make sure you were safe in that cabin. Inspecting the grounds is standard practice. Ask your brother.\"\n\nShe glanced over her shoulder at her brother. Avery studied the man Eliot had recommended with a judging eye. Without looking at her, Avery inclined his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. Very basic. So is drawing conclusions about those things and people in your environment.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You see.\" Alex smiled. \"And I do apologize for overstepping my boundaries. After working for Eliot so long, I've forgotten what's expected of a guard.\"\n\nAlex's explanation sounded logical. Eliot had often referred to Alex as an assistant, not his bodyguard, and they were close, very close." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Many people suspected they were lovers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had been together exclusively for a long time. She could see them sharing opinions and gossip, probably involving her.\n\nShe licked her lips. \"Thank you. I expect you'll make sure those boundaries aren't crossed again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course.\" Alex dipped his chin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me check with the staff to make sure everything is as it should be.\"\n\nAvery followed Alex's retreating back with his gaze, then led her to her dressing room without speaking. The moment they entered the private hallway, he glanced at her. \"I should find a replacement for Alex as soon as possible, shouldn't I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\" Annoying Eliot wouldn't be the smartest choice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She hadn't decided if she wanted to join his orchestra yet. Complaining about his assistant or his lover or whatever Alex was to Eliot might make him retract his offer. Besides, he had acted appropriately, at least in regards to keeping the evidence of her encounter with Jack from finding its way to the web. \"But assign Alex to behind-the-scenes stuff so I don't have to deal with him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avery motioned to himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm feeling better. There's no reason for Alex to remain. We'll thank both Alex and Eliot for their help and call it even.\"\n\n\"You were shot multiple times a little over a month ago.\" She glared at her brother. The memory of finding out he'd been shot the same night as Iona had been kidnapped was still fresh in Blaine's mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She never wanted her loved ones to suffer any pain ever again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You shouldn't even be here today.\"\n\n\"I'm fine. Really.\" Avery narrowed his eyes on her. \"Walking alongside you isn't strenuous work.\"\n\n\"And if you had to act as my bodyguard? Wrestle an overly adoring fan away or shove back reporters?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Give me a couple of weeks. I swear I'm fine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shaking her head, she opened the door. The scent of roses greeted her. Several displays overtook the makeup table. She grinned. Her hardcore fans hadn't let her down, even after her last album." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She glanced over her shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine. I plan on confining myself to my town house after the show for a few weeks anyway.\"\n\n\"Confining yourself? Why?\"\n\n\"My violin is calling me. I want to spend some quality time with it.\"\n\n\"Just because Eliot bought Dad's violin—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My violin.\" She cut her brother off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I should've gotten it on my sixteenth birthday.\"\n\n\"—doesn't mean you owe him more than your thanks.\"\n\n\"He got my thanks already, but this is about the music, not Eliot. Holding the Zima violin has reawakened my passion. Playing it makes me feel…\" Blaine searched for the words to describe her emotions while playing. The look on Jack's face after she'd played for him flashed across her mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Like I can bring heaven to earth.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When you play, every Zima who ever played our violin stands with you.\" Avery nodded. \"I remember what Father used to say. It was his favorite line to try to convince me to play.\"\n\nIt might not have worked on her older brother, but her dad's words had inspired her.\n\n\"Yes.\" Blaine spoke the word softly, reverently. \"I miss him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Me too. I never got to prove to him I wasn't a failure.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avery glanced at the ground. \"Of course, what happened to Iona—\"\n\n\"Was her ex's fault. Dmitri was sick. Is sick. He's still trying to hurt Iona, using his family this time instead of paid men.\"\n\n\"Hurt her how?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's trying to make it difficult for her to stay in America. It's a long story.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blaine didn't want to get into the details either. Avery had made his opinion on marriage known over the past couple of weeks. Only fools would sign their names to a piece of paper legally binding two people's lives.\n\n\"How long does Iona plan on staying?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shrugged in answer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait.\" Avery narrowed his eyes. \"She's not actually thinking of marrying the American, is she?\"\n\nOh yes. Her brother's view on love had been forever damaged. \"She's looking at what it would take to get a green card and plans on investing in something to help the residents of Sander's Valley.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Iona should be careful. Americans often assume Russians are doing something illegal, even when we're only visiting. If she moves there, she'll be opening herself up to a lot of scrutiny and possibly dangerous accusations.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"True, but Iona's the most honest, good-hearted person I know.\" If the way people had greeted Iona the few times Blaine had gone out with her was any indication, the residents of Sander's Valley had already reached the same conclusion.\n\n\"I don't like it. She should have someone watching her back.\"\n\n\"She does.\" Several someones, including Jack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The American and his family, right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\" The Sander family would take very good care of Iona. Of that, Blaine had no doubt.\n\n\"Meanwhile, you're stuck with a crude British bodyguard and an injured brother.\"\n\n\"Only for a little while longer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avery snorted. He shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You do realize that if you agree to this tour, Alex will be constantly around you.\"\n\n\"And? What do you think will happen if I tell Eliot I'll quit if he doesn't rein in his employee?\" She raised a brow.\n\n\"Fair point. That man is obsessed with you. If I didn't know Eliot and his family so well, I'd be worried.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avery motioned to the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's late. You need to get ready. I'll be back with a cart for those flowers.\"\n\nBlaine glanced at the flowers. The retired officer who claimed she looked just like his deceased daughter had sent his usual pre-show gift—a potted rosebush. A huge and heavy rosebush in a ceramic pot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry about them. We'll get them after the show. As you said, I'm already running late. My makeup artist will be here soon, and I still haven't decided on an outfit.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If leaving the flowers to sit ensured Avery wouldn't be lifting anything too heavy, all the better. Alex could haul them later.\n\n\"Fine. I want to follow up with the staff too. Just to make sure everything really is as it should be.\" After growing up together, then working together, she knew her brother well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Failing Iona in New York had hurt his confidence in his own abilities." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of course he'd want to double-check everything.\n\n\"Sounds good.\" Blaine closed the door, sealing herself inside with the flowers and her pre-show anxiety.\n\nShe pressed a hand to her stomach. No matter how many times she walked on stage, she always got nervous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Today, her gut heaved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn't help but wonder how her fans would react to this show. It'd be the first one featuring songs from her latest album, the one she was sure had turned some people into non-listeners.\n\nBlaine closed her eyes on a deep breath, then made her way to the makeup counter and moved the vases and pots to the floor. A bouquet of black roses lay against the mirror." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Morbidly beautiful, the flowers stood out among the colorful displays she'd gotten used to seeing upon entering her dressing room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A new superfan, maybe?\n\nShe drew the card tucked between the black petals. A request for her most controversial song, typed in an ordinary font, decorated the back of the plain white card.\n\n[ Black Widow ]" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dark, twisted lyrics of a song about a woman scorned played through her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although it was part of her new album, she'd never performed it. She'd practiced it, though. So had her band. They loved it. She'd leave it up to them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had no desire to embrace the hateful emotions or to wish her lover death, not after meeting Jack." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The very thought of never seeing him again, even if they didn't resume their physical relationship, chilled her. The world needed his smile.\n\nHeck, who was she kidding? Being on the receiving end of his smile would be the goal of every future trip she made to the States." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only a song, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the few songs on her latest album that had hit the charts. Getting a chance to walk into the crowd would please her fans too.\n\nBlaine swept the bouquet of black roses in the trash. Even if she sang it, no name meant no thank-you on her website, a tradition that likely encouraged her hardcore fans to continue sending her roses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her cell phone vibrated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She dug it from her jacket pocket. The selfie she'd taken with Jack at the airport showed on the screen. She hadn't talked to him since that night.\n\nBlaine swept a shaky finger across the screen. \"Jack?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, angel.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack's voice slipped through her on a contented sigh. Eyes closed, she gripped her phone tighter. \"What did I do to deserve this? International calls are not cheap.\"\n\n\"I wanted to wish you luck.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A warm feeling spread through her. \"You remembered?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course. I've had this call planned since you left. Even asked Iona the best time to catch you before your stylist steals you away. You are able to talk to me, right?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Even if she hadn't been, she would've made time. Jack was calling her…from Sander's Valley. \"What time is it there?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A little after ten. I've got my coffee and Iona's getting the live stream set up so we can watch your show.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With her lip caught between her teeth, she glanced at the optional outfits she'd selected for tonight. The bra-like top and shorts, paired with knee-high boots, didn't come close to turning her into an angel, unless she identified as a wicked angel, but the selection was mostly white. \"I'll dress for you in mind, then.\"\n\n\"I can't wait. I've missed seeing you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've missed you too. Hearing you, touching you, seeing your smile.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She replied without giving any thought to how needy she sounded. Summer flings—if what she and Jack had shared even qualified as one—were not supposed to leave her reaching at night for a lover she'd enjoyed for a handful of days.\n\n\"Next summer is a long time away.\" The disappointment in Jack's voice resonated within Blaine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd never gotten the chance to do many things together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Including enjoying sex in his bed.\n\nThe way he'd look at her while carrying her into his home had sent shivers of anticipation through her. Too bad waitressing had left her achy, tired, and sore. The massage he'd given her once they made it to his bed had put her to sleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you have plans for Christmas?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The formal dinners and appearances planned by both her mother and publicist would be draining and annoying knowing Jack would be sharing the holiday with his family.\n\n\"Normal stuff, I guess. Why?\"\n\nWas that a hint of excitement in Jack's voice? She grinned and turned away from the makeup table and trash can." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was thinking about making another trip to the States to see the tree in Rockefeller Center. Would you meet me there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wouldn't miss it.\"\n\n\"Are you sure you want to commit now? It's months away. You don't know what you'll be doing. Or who you'll be doing it with.\" Tension slithered into her shoulders. \"You might have a girlfriend by then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I won't.\" No hesitation. No uncertainty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack spoke the two words with conviction.\n\nHow could he be so sure? He might meet the love of his life over the next couple of months. \"But—\"\n\n\"I won't by seeing anyone. I guarantee it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why the certainty?\" She had to know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The silence filling the line sped Blaine's pulse. Finally, Jack exhaled loud enough for her to hear. \"Because no one I meet will compare to you. Might as well not bother with anyone. I'll just end up disappointed.\"\n\nSmiling, Blaine punched the air with her free hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt like a schoolgirl, but the satisfaction of knowing she wasn't the only one who'd been dealing with unexpected emotions and the longing that had been plaguing her since she left the States made her night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What about you, Blaine? Maybe you shouldn't be making plans now. Lots can happen in a few months' time. You are busy.\"\n\nHugging herself, Blaine turned in a slow circle. The sudden urge to grab her violin gripped her. She wanted to try out a couple of chords." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They might be the perfect transitional stitching to her symphony, blending the earlier movements with the finale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A successful woman knows to book the most important events far in advance. Planning is everything, Jack.\"\n\n\"Yeah?\" Jack's voice took on a sexy cadence she felt in her bones. \"Did you plan for us to get together, then? 'Cause loving you in the cabin that first day sure didn't feel planned.\"\n\n\"No. Not at all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She laughed. \"But a wise woman won't let an opportunity of a lifetime slip through her fingers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack groaned. \"December is too far away.\"\n\nA little over two weeks had passed since she'd left Jack. She missed him. Ached for him in a way that didn't involve sex. She missed talking to him. Laughing with him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Playing her violin for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was fairly certain what the longing meant.\n\nShe was falling in love.\n\nTaking a chance, Blaine inhaled deeply, then let her fear slip away with her exhaled breath. Her father had taught her the simple calming technique." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She employed it before every show." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anxiety and fear had no place on stage in front of thousands of people.\n\nOr with the man who'd somehow slipped into her heart.\n\n\"You're right, Jack. December is too far away.\"\n\n\"The time apart might make or break us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine froze, breath caught and every muscle tense." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is there an us?\"\n\nThe silence that stretched between them chilled her blood. She hugged herself tighter and fought the self-destructing thoughts creeping into her mind. Jack felt something toward her that went beyond lust." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She would not doubt her instincts on this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought anything up about an \"us.\"\n\nFinally, Jack's voice filled the line. \"Yes. I'm not sure how it happened, but there's an us. At least in my eyes.\"\n\nBlaine bunched the front of her shirt. \"Mine too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank God.\" Jack muttered the words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was hoping I wasn't the only one feeling this way.\"\n\n\"You're not. I don't how it happened either, but all I want to do is step into your arms. Except you're not here, and I'm lonely.\" She shook her head on a bitter laugh. \"There's a music hall full of fans waiting for me to walk out on stage, and I'm lonely. It's crazy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not crazy.\" Jack's laugh sounded as hollow as hers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Every time I see a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye, I keep thinking it's you. The disappointment sucks. Then I have to remind myself I won't be seeing you for a very long time.\"\n\n\"Christmastime now.\"\n\n\"That's a hell of a lot better than the summer, but it's still too far away. You might be seeing me sooner.\"\n\n\"Will I?\" Lip caught between her teeth, she held the phone tighter and fought the excitement his words brought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yep. Maybe in four to six weeks if I'm lucky. I just sent my passport applications in. Not sure how long it'll take to get approval to enter Russia, though. They might not be too keen on an ex-Marine visiting.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No, they probably wouldn't be too eager to grant Jack a visa. She'd have to make a couple of phone calls to speed up the process. \"Then prepare to be treated to all the touristy things my country has to offer. I'll take you to all the places I love.\"\n\n\"I can't wait.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine laughed. \"I think we're getting sappy. I always thought people in love were the ones who got sappy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then I guess we're falling in love, because I need you, Blaine. More than my next breath.\"\n\nLove.\n\nThe word bounced around in her head. All the implications of loving an American pressed down on her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mixed into the reality were her own jaded thoughts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd seen how devastated her mother had been after losing her father. His death changed her, turning the once fun and loving woman into a bitter and cold widow.\n\nBlaine's heart didn't want to hear any doubt. She knew what she needed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need you too, Jack. More than—\" A hard knock on the door sounded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The voice of her stylist reached her. Blaine sighed. \"I've got to go. My makeup artist is here. I'll call you after the show.\"\n\n\"Okay. Have a good show, angel.\"\n\nSmiling, Blaine closed her eyes and let her heart speak for her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of Elizabeth Hayley." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You gonna miss this place?\" Brody asked me as he handed me another beer and plopped back down in his chair.\n\nLaughing, I said, \"Is that a trick question? You've seen what we're moving into, right?\"\n\n\"I have,\" Brody said with a serious nod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I definitely drew the short end of the stick on this one. I have to live with someone I barely know, and you get to—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raising an eyebrow at him, I said, \"Live with Aamee?\"\n\nBrody laughed. \"I was gonna say live in some luxury apartment for the summer.\"\n\n\"With Aamee.\"\n\n\"Dude, that's my girlfriend you're talking about,\" he joked. \"Watch it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You better not let your wife hear you talking about your girlfriend.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Breathing in deeply, Brody rolled his eyes. \"Fuuuuccckkk,\" he said. \"What did I get myself into?\"\n\n\"You say it like this just happened. You've known for like two months that you're gonna have to live with Vee. And you have yourself to blame for that.\"\n\n\"I know, but it's just now sinking in. You'll be gone soon.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tapped his finger on the side of his beer bottle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, maybe my dad'll let me get an apartment where you are.\"\n\nHe was still so dense sometimes.\n\n\"I feel like you probably shouldn't ask him about that.\"\n\nBrody's lips twisted as if heavily considering my recommendation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, probably not,\" he finally said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh well. I guess I'll just have to accept the fact that I'll be spending my summer living here with a virtual stranger.\"\n\n\"To be fair, I lived with an actual stranger while you were pretending you were Vasco da Gama.\"\n\n\"Who's Vasco?\" Brody asked. \"Wait! Is that the long-haired kid we used to deliver to at the Latino frat?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shook my head slowly and tried not to laugh directly at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He was a famous explorer.\"\n\n\"Oh. Right.\"\n\n\"You still don't know who I'm talking about, do you?\"\n\nWe both laughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not a clue,\" Brody said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Give me another, though. One's gotta ring a bell. I remember having to learn about some of these guys in middle school.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" I thought for a moment as I picked at the label on my bottle. \"Magellan.\"\n\n\"Name sounds kinda familiar, but I wouldn't have known he was an explorer.\"\n\n\"Ponce de León? He was the one who discovered the Fountain of Youth.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes lit up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that a real fountain?\"\n\nIf this fucker thought he was taking off to find the Fountain of Youth, he was crazier than I thought. I figured it'd be best not to answer.\n\n\"Guessing you've heard of Christopher Columbus.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Obviously,\" he said, as if he was insulted that I even had to ask." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Marco Polo?\"\n\n\"Yes!\" He snapped his fingers and pointed at me excitedly. \"Yes, I've definitely heard of him.\"\n\nI stared at him quietly for a moment before saying, \"You played the game in the pool, didn't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh. Shit. Yeah, that's probably why I know the name.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked like he was processing all the information in a way that seemed too intense for the topic. \"That game makes so much more sense to me now that I know he was an explorer.\" When I didn't respond, he explained further. \"Because you're calling 'Polo' and the person looking for you says 'Marco.'\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of Jacqueline Carey spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We entered the ballroom as the bells were striking nine.\n\n\"The Comtesse de Montrève!\" shouted the crier, his voice half-lost in the din of music and conversation.\n\nNonetheless, it caused a stir." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took some time, for eyes to see and rumors to spread." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Favrielle had spoken truly, the costuming for the Midwinter Masque that year was ornate. Women, flounced and layered in swathes of fabric turned slowly, moving like galleons beneath the weight of their attire; the men were scarce less laden. Masked faces turned in my direction.\n\nI felt it, the brunt of a hundred stares, as a path opened across the marble floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In Cereus House, we were taught to move like a swaying willow, limbs disposed to grace, heads high with pride." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I drew on all the strength of my training to make that passage, gazing at the crowd from behind my veil, feeling half-naked in my scarlet gown, ribbons trailing from my wrists. At my side, Fortun was a model of austere decorum.\n\nAnd behind me, in the wake of the sight of my bared marque, the murmurs rose.\n\nTruly, the Palace ballroom was a splendor that night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It is a vast, open space, pierced by a double row of slender columns." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wrapping around three walls is Le Cavaillon's gorgeous fresco of Elua and his Companions at banquet, and overhead, the ceiling is painted a midnight blue with gilded stars. In the very center of the hall stood a tree cunningly wrought of bronze, and from its branches hung a dozen fruits on silken threads; apples, pears, dates, figs and persimmons, plums and nectarines and others whose names I knew not.\n\nAt the far end, beneath the wall on which Elua, Cassiel and Naamah disported themselves, stood a small mountain crag and in it a grotto in which musicians struck a tableau as Hellene muses and played sweet tunes. Here and there stood false columns, hollow to the core, holding in niches clear glass lamps that gave a mellow light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elsewhere, from the ceiling, hung chandeliers of glass lamps floating in colored waters, giving the illusion of fairy lights." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Braziers burned sweet incense, and garlands of evergreen added its clean, resinous odor.\n\n\"Phèdre!\" Ysandre de la Courcel, Queen of Terre d'Ange, cleaved a path through the revelers, her two grey-adorned Cassiline guards incongruously in tow. As was fitting, she was clad as the Snow Queen, in layers of frothing white gauze aglitter with diamonds. She wore the swan mask of House Courcel, an elaborate hood curving over her head, violet eyes behind the white-feathered mask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I might not have known you with your veil, but with that marque, my dear! You did give warning. May I ask the nature of your costume?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mara,\" I said, lifting one arm so the scarlet ribbons trailed from my wrist. \"Naamah's daughter, gotten by a murderer, and Kushiel's handmaiden.\"\n\n\"Very apt.\" Ysandre's eyes looked amused behind hermask. \"Well, near-cousin, I have greeted you properly and given sanction to your purpose here; let it not be said that I failed to give Naamah's Service its proper regard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With the effortlessness of one born and raised to command, she turned to find a servant exactly where she expected him, offering a salver with small glasses of cordial." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Joie,\" Ysandre said, raising a glass in toast. \"May the Longest Night pass swiftly and the light return.\"\n\n\"Joie.\" I took a glass and raised it in turn, drinking. The servant lingered as Ysandre moved on, proffering the tray to Forrun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He accepted a glass and drank, gasping at its clear, fiery taste." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To the Longest Night, chevalier!\" I laughed, feeling the blood in my veins tingle with excitement. \"Do you dance, Fortun? I never asked.\"\n\n\"Try me and see.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taking both our glasses, he set them on a passing servant's tray and bowed, escorting me to the dancing floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He did dance, and passably well; I am trained to follow anyone's lead. We looked well together, with the scarlet fabric of my gown swirling against the sober black velvet of his doublet and hose. I saw heads turn as we passed, puzzled whispers at my half-veiled face giving way to dawning recognition at the sight of my marque. I could feel it, almost, the intricate pattern etched the length of my spine, burning as if the ink were fresh-pierced into my skin by the marquist's tapper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As our dance ended, I espied a figure clad as the Eremite of Seagrove making his way toward me, unrecognizable in flowing blue-green robes with a half-mask of the Eremite's features and a false beard of white curls that spilled down his chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Phèdre nó Delaunay,\" he said, and his tone, though formal, was warm with affection. \"Your costume leaves you at a disadvantage to conceal your identity.\"\n\nI smiled. \"As your voice does you, my lord de Forcay.\"\n\nGaspar Trevalion, the Comte de Forcay, chuckled and embraced me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Elua, child, but it's good to see you well! How does your peerage sit with you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It would have sat better on Delaunay, my lord, but I domy best,\" I said honestly. Disowned by his father, Anafiel Delaunay de Montrève never held the title to which he was born; it was ironic that it had passed to me. And while I could not eliminate him from those I must suspect, I never doubted that Gaspar Trevalion's friendship with my lord Delaunay was genuine—nor, indeed, his affection for me. \"Tell me, how have you been keeping?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As we spoke, a tall woman costumed as an elegant shepherdess—with flounces enough to terrify any flock, I daresay—invited Fortun to squire her in a dance with a subtle beckon of her gilded crook." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He glanced inquiringly at me, and I nodded.\n\n\"Your Cassiline is not with you,\" Gaspar observed.\n\n\"He is maintaining Elua's vigil on the Longest Night.\"\n\n\"A pity. Ghislain will be sorry to miss him. He has a great respect for that young man.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He smiled. \"As do I, although I'll admit, I thought Delaunay was mad when he told me he'd contracted one of the Cassiline Brotherhood to ward a Servant of Naamah.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So did I,\" I said absently, scanning the costumed crowd. \"My lord de Somerville is here? No, wait, don't tell me.\" I spotted a tall, broad-shouldered figure in an osprey mask, a smaller mate in similar garb at his side, speaking to someone I didn't recognize at all. \"There, beneath the fresco of Azza; that must be Bernadette with him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Indeed.\" Gaspar Trevalion sounded surprised." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't know you'd met her.\"\n\n\"I haven't. I saw her at the trial.\" It was something of a delicate subject; Bernadette de Trevalion had been exiled for treason, though she'd had no part in her mother's machinations. It was Ysandre who had restored her, mending the breach through marriage to Ghislain de Somerville, the Royal Commander's capable son." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lent discretion by my veil, I stared, trying to place their companion by virtue of shape, stance or demeanor, but he evaded recognition." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even his costume, an elaborately striped affair with puffed sleeves, parti-color hose and a long-nosed mask, defied placement. \"Gaspar, who is that with them?\"\n\n\"Ah.\" He smiled. \"That, my dear, is Severio Stregazza, eldest-born son of Marie-Celeste de la Courcel Stregazza, grandson of the Doge of La Serenissima. Would you like to meet him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\" I took his arm, resting my fingertips on his sleeve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very much, my lord.\"\n\nGaspar Trevalion was as good as his word, escorting me over forthwith. After exchanging fond greetings with Ghislain and making the formal acquaintance of his wife—I did not tell Bernadette that I had seen her sentenced to exile— I was introduced to the young Serenissiman lord.\n\n\"Charmed, Comtesse.\" Severio Stregazza's surly tone, in faintly accented D'Angeline, said otherwise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tugged at the stiff ruff of lace at his neck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At close range, he had a sheen of sweat on his features, and he looked uncomfortable in his costume. Severio had been born and raised in La Serenissima. No more than a year or two older than me at best, he was clearly ill at ease in his surroundings and awkward at the evidence of his mixed blood at a D'Angeline fête. His hot, irritable gaze took my measure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're very beautiful,\" he said abruptly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I suppose we're related somehow?\"\n\n\"No, Prince Severio,\" I said, shaking my head. \"My lord Anafiel Delaunay de Montrève of Siovale adopted me formally into his household, and it is his title that I inherited. We are no kin, you and I.\"\n\n\"That's a relief.\" He tugged harder at his collar, scowling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Damn nigh every noble I've met claims kinship to the throne one way or another. I can't keep it all straight in my head.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is not easy, cousin,\" Bernadette commiserated kindly. \"I grow confused myself, trying to sort out the tangled threads of Blessed Elua's descendants.\"\n\nSeverio Stregazza gave her an ungracious glance. I could not blame him for his anger and discomfort, in truth; in this, of all gatherings, his coarse curls and the ruder cast of his features showed clearly the dilution of Elua's lineage, brought to La Serenissima in the person of Benedicte de laCourcel, great-uncle to Ysandre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your inheritance seems clear enough, cousin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Looks can be deceiving.\" Ghislain slid his arm protectively about her. Although he remained calm, one could tell he was heated; a scent of apples hung in the air, hallmark of House Somerville, scions of Anael's lineage. \"My wife has known betrayal and exile, Prince Severio, and the sovereignty of our duchy hangs on our offspring. I daresay you cannot claim the same.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Blood tells, though, here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Severio shrugged. \"Scions of Elua and his Companions!\" He made a mockery of the words. \"It means nothing, in La Serenissima. You can't know what it's like.\"\n\n\"Perhaps you will tell us, my lord,\" I offered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And will you pretend interest, for a price?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Harsh-voiced, Severio caught my wrist and gripped it hard, leering. \"I have heard, Comtesse, whom you have sworn to serve! In La Serenissima, we keep our courtesans in their proper place, where they belong.\"\n\nHis grip pained me, and in the roughness of his hands, I felt his anger and frustration commingled, his need to strike out at all things D'Angeline and their attitude of implicit superiority toward all that was not. My blood beat quicker, responding to his anger, and I held his gaze steadily through the haze of my veil." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I serve Naamah, my lord, it is true. And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a little silence around us; Gaspar, Ghislain and Bernadette, I daresay, did not know what transpired. But I knew, and the young Stregazza. If I have one pride in my calling, it is that I have never judged a patron wrongly— and I have never failed to recognize a patron upon meeting, Severio Stregazza was one of mine. After a moment, he released my wrist with a disgusted sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need a glass of cordial,\" he said, dismissing himself rudely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gaspar Trevalion stared after him. \"What a strange young man,\" he observed. \"Phèdre, what on earth is your interest in him?\"\n\nI could not explain to him the compulsions of an anguissette, and of a surety, I dared not discuss my suspicions concerning Melisande Shahrizai and the deadly coils of intrigue within the Stregazza family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, I smiled. \"I have a fancy,\" I said lightly, \"to learn somewhat of La Serenissima. Surely he can tell me that much, at least.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you say so,\" Gaspar said slowly, eyeing me doubtfully.\n\nWhat I would have said to allay his suspicions, I do not know; Gaspar Trevalion had been one of Delaunay's closest friends, and he was no fool. But happily, at that moment, a woman's hand touched my bare shoulder, and I turned in answer to see a drunken couple clad as Diana and Apollo, the twin moon-and-sun deities of the Hellenes.\n\n\"Tell me, Servant of Naamah,\" the woman said laughing, her silver mask askew on her lovely face, \"Who does your costume represent? We have a bet, my brother and I.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I inclined my head to them, raising my arms so the scarlet ribbons trailed from my wrists." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mara, my lady; Naamah's daughter, and Kushiel's handmaiden.\"\n\n\"I told you!\" he said to her in drunken triumph.\n\nThe woman laughed again, brushing my veil with her fingertips. She was close enough that I could feel the heat of her body and smell joie sweet on her breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then I shall have to pay the penalty for losing,\" she whispered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We already agreed upon the settlement. When you receive my proposal, remember there is a debt of honor at stake.\"\n\n\"My lady,\" I said, struggling against dizziness. \"I will remember it.\"\n\nThey laughed and moved on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gaspar Trevalion in his Eremite's costume shook his mock-bearded head at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Delaunay would be proud,\" he said wryly. \"I think.\"\n\n\"Mayhap.\" Would that Mara's accoutrements included a fan, I thought; I could use a cool breeze. \"My lord, the Serenissiman has the right of it, and there is joie to be drunk this night. Will you call upon me before you leave the City of Elua? It would please me greatly to offer you my hospitality ere you return home.\"\n\n\"I would be honored,\" Gaspar promised, bowing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By this time, joie and wine flowed freely and the fête had reached the height of gaiety." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I cannot begin to count the number of lords and ladies of the realm with whom I danced, bantered and flirted, nor the number of inquiries, discreet and overt, I received. I heeded the advice I had given Fortun, and made promises to none. It was a good hour before my diligent chevalier found his way back to my side, looking somewhat disheveled for his absence.\n\n\"My lady,\" he greeted me, a touch out of breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It seems the interest you incite rubs off on your companions!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I laughed, and smoothed his rumpled hair. \"Whose clutches did you escape, Fortun?\"\n\n\"A gentleman does not tell,\" he replied, grinning. \"Let me say only that there are some few D'Angeline nobles who think their suits may be heard clearer if I plead for them. They are laying bets on who will be your first patron, my lady.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let them,\" I said with satisfaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For now, do you think you might secure us a place at the banquet table?\"\n\n\"Consider it done.\"\n\nNo formal dinner is served on the Longest Night, but the Queen's table was heaped high at all times and a steady stream of servants came and went, bearing away the empty trays and platters and bringing an endless array of foods. Plates and silver clinked and rattled, gleaming by candlelight, and guests ate and chattered incessantly, lifting wineglasses, dipping fingers in bowls of rosewater to rinse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I dined on pheasant glazed with honey and thyme, so tender and sweet it near melted in my mouth; I daresay Fortun sampled five dishes to my every one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a contingent of Cruithne at the table, representatives of Drustan mab Necthana, and we had a lively time conversing once they discovered I was in their midst, for many of them were awkward still with the D'Angeline tongue, and I had not forgotten my sometime role as translator.\n\nIt was during one such conversation that the musicians struck up a lively Caerdicci tune, and I felt a presence atmy shoulder. Turning, I gazed up to see Severio Stregazza.\n\n\"Comtesse.\" He bowed curtly and extended his hand. \"Will you dance?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It would be my great pleasure.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking his hand, I rose gracefully and followed to join him on the dancing floor.\n\nFor all that I had boasted of my skill, the Serenissiman led awkwardly, and I was hard put to follow him in such a manner as to conceal it. Still, I managed—we are taught to do no less, in Cereus House. The long nose of his mask bumped against my bare shoulder, and his gaze burned through the eyeholes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I heard the King of the Dalriada went to war for one night in your arms,\" he said abruptly. \"Is it true?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, my lord.\" Anticipating a swift turn, I followed. \"After a fashion.\" It was no more and no less than the truth; I did not deem it necessary to mention that Eamonn mac Conor had gone to such lengths out of jealousy of his sister as much as desire for me. Eamonn is dead now, slain on the field of Troyes-le-Mont, and at any rate, he would rather have the latter believed than the former, I think.\n\n\"Terre d'Ange is at peace.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He steered us through a crowd, then out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What cost, then, for a Prince of La Serenissima?\"\n\n\"My lord,\" I said mildly, raising my head to meet his gaze. \"I have set no price, save what Naamah's honor demands. When the Longest Night has passed, I will entertain offers, and we shall see. But this much, I will say.\" I smiled, and felt his heat rise at it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Naamah's interests were ever... eclectic. And you are the only Serenissiman prince in attendance upon my debut returning to her service.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Severio's arms, holding me, tensed, though he did naught but nod. When the Caerdicci air was ended, he released me with a stiff bow, and stalked away. I would hear from him. I had no doubt of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pause following the end of the tune stretched into silence, growing slowly apparent to the crowd." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The musicians in their mountain grotto took up their instruments and slipped away. One by one, the revelers fell back from thedance floor. In the silence, the tocsin began to beat. The horologists had proclaimed the hour, and Night's Crier made his way through the hall, sounding his brazen gong with a steady beat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I felt a touch at my arm as Fortun joined me, glancing swiftly at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the far side of the colonnade, I saw Ysandre de la Courcel, resplendent in her costume as the Snow Queen, surrounded by a coterie of admirers, her gaze fixed on the false mountain.\n\nWhen the Night's Crier reached its base, he sounded the tocsin one last time.\n\nAll at once, darkness fell. There must have been servants at every candle, to snuff them with such utter thoroughness, and where the lamps hung suspended in chandeliers, they lowered rows of silver cones strung on ropes to extinguish them in all swiftness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only the lamps in the hollow columns continued to glow, and a single lamp above the mountain crag." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a dreadful, grinding sound, the mountain itself split open to reveal a hollow core, a stair and a promontory; and on it, the Winter Queen, aged and hobbled, bearing her blackthorn staff. I have friends who are players, I know how such things are done. Even so, I gasped. Everyone bowed their heads, even Ysandre; I was hard put not to kneel, the habit deeply ingrained." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the far end of the hall, where the great doors were closed, came a measured pounding of a spear-butt. Once, twice, thrice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let the doors be opened to admit the return of the light!\" Ysandre cried imperiously, and the great doors were flung open at her command.\n\nThrough them drove a splendid chariot, hung with lamps and drawn by a matched pair of white horses. In it rode the Sun Prince, gloriously garbed in cloth-of-gold, his mask that of a beautiful youth, surrounded by gilded rays." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A murmur of awe arose in the hall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Its team moving at an impeccably matched pace, it drew nigh to the foot of the split-open crag. Standing in the chariot, the Sun Prince pointed his gilt spear at the Winter Queen.\n\nShe seemed not to move, and yet her garment was riven, falling away to reveal the slender form of a maiden within. In a single, bold gesture, she drew off her aged mask and showed herself to be in the flower of youth, shaking out golden tresses that fell to her waist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And light returned to the hall, tongues of flame snaking up long oil-soaked wicks strung to countless lamps, igniting them all at once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, the hall was ablaze in light, seeming twice as bright for the darkness that had preceded it.\n\nWe cheered; we all cheered. One cannot help it, at such a time. From the far corners of the hall, the musicians returned, playing with redoubled vigor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Sun Prince leapt from his chariot, and the Winter Queen, now a Spring Maiden, descended from her mount to join him on the dancing floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a trice, they were joined by a dozen couples, and at the corner of the floor, Ysandre's coterie began to break up, vying for the honor of procuring her next glass of joie.\n\nI exhaled a breath I'd not known I held, leaning on Fortun's arm. It was a greater spectacle than the one at Cereus House, which is famed throughout the City, although I daresay they lay no odds on the players in Night's Doorstep. These were professionals, performing at the Queen's behest, with scores of artisans to assist them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shall we dance, my lady?\" Fortun inquired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And it please you, Comtesse de Montrève,\" a man's silken voice insinuated, \"I would beg that honor.\"\n\nTurning, I espied my latest suitor clad as Hesperus, the evening star. His doublet and hose were of a deep twilight blue, and over them he wore a surcoat of a deeper blue silk, the shade of encroaching night. For a rarity, the cut was elegant and simple, flattering his well-made form." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His coat was adorned with intricate brocade, and in it were set myriad bits of mirror, so that he glimmered with the subtle light of the evening sky, and a silver star mask obscured his features." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew him by his voice, his grace and his black hair, that fell in a river of fine-linked braids down his back.\n\n\"My lord Shahrizai,\" I said, keeping my voice cool. \"Let us do so.\"\n\nWith an immaculate bow, Marmion Shahrizai escorted me onto the dancing floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If I had had a dozen or more partners that night, and I had, not a one approached his skill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One trains as hard to be the perfect courtier as courtesan, I think, and the Shahrizai are without peer. Marmion swept me over the floor, one hand holding mine, one placed with surety low on my back, and I needed no more think to follow his lead than I need think to breathe. Indeed, I heard murmurs of admiration as we passed, for it is in the D'Angeline nature to admire beauty in all its forms. We were well-matched, he and I." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the scant inches that separated us, it was another matter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So tell me,\" he said, smiling pleasantly, \"have you heard from my cousin?\"\n\nI smiled back at him, my movements flowing effortlessly with his. \"It is strange you should ask, my lord; I was wondering the same about you.\"\n\nMarmion Shahrizai bent his head tenderly beside mine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I heard from Melisande,\" he murmured in my ear, \"the message would likely be delivered at knife-point. But I have been thinking, little Comtesse.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He held me at arm's length as we executed a complex series of steps, then drew me in close again as the music slowed. \"Someone reached the postern gate unchallenged at Troyes-le-Mont, yes? And who was better trusted and less feared than the Queen's pet anguissette.\" His expression never changed, smiling down at me. Only I would have caught the cruelty in it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have been in league with my cousin from the first, Comtesse; do not think I am blind to it. I assure you,\" he whispered, his grip tightening on my hand, \"I am watching.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It brought me hard against him, my loins pressed firm against his, my breasts brushing his chest, I craned my neck back to gaze at his implacable, smiling star-masked face. \"Do you pretend loyalty to the Queen, my lord Shahrizai?\" I asked him breathlessly, struggling to match his composure. \"I hear you set the fire that killed your sister, lest she revealthe complicity with which you betrayed her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marmion's smile hardened and his hand splayed on my back, pressing me harder against him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could feel his fingertips digging into my flesh, and beneath his breeches, his phallus rising, rigid and pressing against me. His other hand clenched hard on mine, grinding the small bones together. \"Do you?\" he asked. \"I hear a great many things about you, too, Comtesse. I trust not all are slanderous lies, as is this thing you have heard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kushiel's Dart strikes where it will; my body betrayed me, yearning toward his." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He danced with consummate grace, and no one but I knew that his hips moved with the subtlety of a skilled tribadist, moving against me as his iron grip held me in place. I fought unsuccessfully against the flutter in my loins, the surging warmth. \"Lord Shahrizai,\" I said, my voice taut, \"I beg you release me.\"\n\n\"Will you make a scene?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He smiled remorselessly; my left hand was numb from his grip and I moved helplessly against him, rippling with desire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or give your signale, perhaps, anguissette? I know all about you, and I am watching. Understand that nothing will come between me and the Queen; not some tattooed barbarian princeling, not my cousin and, surely, not you!\"\n\nThe musicians ended their air with a flourish, hiding my gasp as Marmion Shahrizai released me, nigh on the verge of climax. He gazed down at me superciliously from behind his mask. \"When you think to cross me, little anguissette,\" he said with amused contempt, \"I pray you remember this dance.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My lord,\" I said, drawing myself up with difficulty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Aeolian harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.\"\n\nA moment's pause, and then he gave a cynical laugh and bowed. \"You put a good face on it, anguissette. I should expect nothing less from one of Melisande's creatures, and you are an exceptional one at that.\" He touched my face lightly in warning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have said it once; do not make me say it twice. Whatever game you play, keep it far from me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I watched him take his leave, Fortun made his way to my side once more. \"My lady,\" he asked anxiously, \"do you wish me to speak to him?\"\n\n\"No,\" I murmured, watching the candlelight diffuse in a thousand shifting points from the Shahrizai's mirrored coat. \"Either he's a fool, to overplay his hand thus, or he's more subtle than I credited, to make me think as much. And I rather doubt it is the latter. Let us keep our eye on Lord Marmion Shahrizai, to see what else he may reveal. But for now, I think we must seek our traitor elsewhere.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with four sentences in the style of Jacqueline Carey." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You what?\" Joscelin's voice rose incredulously. \"Phèdre, what were you thinking?\"\n\n\"Done is done.\" I looked steadily at him. \"I would have told you last night, but you weren't to be found. By now, the City will know that I am out of favor with the Queen. And on the morrow, we depart for La Serenissima. After what transpired last night, no one will think it strange. And no one will think me Ysandre's agent in this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can't believe Ysandre agreed to it,\" he muttered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I looked down at my plate and toyed with a quartered pear. \"It does not please her,\" I admitted, \"but she agreed. Joscelin, I won't compel you. Will you go or not?\"\n\nHe rose without answering, and paced the dining hall to gaze out a window that overlooked my tiny rear courtyard, where Eugenie had planted the beginnings of an herb garden. I sat watching him, his tall figure drenched in sunlight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And if I say no?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he asked, not turning around. \"What then?\"\n\n\"Then you say no.\" My voice sounded like it belongedto someone else, someone whose heart was not shattering into piercing splinters. Even as Joscelin turned around, one hand clenched around the khai pendant at his breast, my voice continued calmly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You will stay, and play out your part in leading the Yeshuites to this prophesied homeland in the far north, if that is what your heart commands.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My heart!\" He laughed harshly, a tearing sound; it might almost have been a sob. He wrenched at the pendant as if to break its chain. \"Would that I could make of heart and soul something other than a battleground!\"\n\nI ached for him, and yearned to go to him; since I dared not, I closed my eyes instead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If that is your choice, then tell the Rebbe that I did as I promised. The Queen will treat them as lightly as she dares, but if they break the law, they will be punished under it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had spoken to Ysandre of it, before we were done laying our plans. She had agreed, bemusedly, to take my words under advisement.\n\nJoscelin was staring at me when I opened my eyes. \"What else does Ysandre say?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It seemed he cared more for the Yeshuites than for me, and it turned my pain to anger, making me reply sharply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That you are sworn into her service, and she orders you to accompany me to La Serenissima. And that she does not hold lightly with oath-breakers.\"\n\nIt is perhaps the worst thing one could say to a former Cassiline. His head jerked back as if I had slapped him, nostrils flaring, white lines etching themselves on his face. \"Then it seems I must go,\" he said, biting off the words, \"unless I am to break faith all at once with Cassiel, you and the Queen.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeshua's forgiveness is absolute,\" I retorted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you seek it for one oath broken, why not three?\"\n\nJoscelin's summer-blue eyes held a look very close to hatred. \"My lady Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève,\" he said with cruel, deliberate courtesy. \"I will see you to La Serenissima, and fulfill my liege's command. And after that, I remand you to Naaman's custody and Kushiel's, since you are so ardent to serve them. Let them have the joy of you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fine,\" I said grimly, rising from the table and tossing down my linen napkin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Speak to Remy about the travel arrangements. He will tell you all that is needful. You remind me, I have an obligation yet to fulfill.\"\n\nI was not even certain, after last night's enactment, that Nicola L'Envers y Aragon would receive me; I'd not intended on this visit, before my unfortunate conversation with Joscelin. But Ti-Philippe returned posthaste from bearing my message: The lady was indeed most anxious to see me. So it was that I went one last time to the Palace, and in part, I was not sorry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I did owe Nicola the assignation I had promised in barter, and it would not have been well-omened to leave with my Service to Naamah incomplete." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I would have foregone it, though, if Joscelin had come willingly.\n\nThe Palace Guard admitted me without comment, cool and perfunctory. They had no orders to keep me out, though I daresay I'd have been turned away if I had asked to see Ysandre. But Nicola was the Queen's cousin, and they allowed me passage on her explicit order." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mayhap it would have been wiser to seek solace in Kushiel's temple, but it was a relief, after all that had gone before, to surrender to a patron's whim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This time, Nicola's bindings held true to a knot, and there was not the least I could undo. Eyes bright with mingled curiosity and cruelty, she wielded the flogger unmercifully until it drew blood, moving me to violent pleasures, which I repaid with all the ardor with which Joscelin had accused me, until she was sated.\n\nAfterward, she had chilled wine and fruits served, until I said it was time for me to go.\n\n\"No,\" Nicola said thoughtfully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't think so. You have called the day and time of repaying your debt to me, Phèdre, and I would claim a forfeit for it. I had your promise that I might question you, but I've not done it yet, have I?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, my lady.\" I met her L'Envers eyes and hid a frisson of fear. She was, after all, Barquiel's ally, and I ran a risk in coming here.\n\nNicola smiled lazily. She knew; patrons almost always do. \"All the Palace says you have fallen out of favor with Ysandre,\" she said softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I do not believe it. Think of us what you like, but House L'Envers does not break faith with her followers for less than a mortal offense, and my cousin the Queen is as much L'Envers as she is Courcel. What game do you play now, Phèdre nó Delaunay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I did not answer, but said instead, \"One rumor says Marmion Shahrizai rode straight for the Aragonian border, and has not been seen since. Did you offer him sanctuary?\"\n\nHer brows creased in a frown, then she laughed again, ruefully, and shook her head. \"I should know better, after the first time. All right, then. Yes. I did.\" Nicola gave me a long, level look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Marmion had word of what Barquiel was about, and he came to me the eve before, and told me the truth about the fire. I believed him. I do not disagree with my cousin the Duc's motives, but his methods ...\" She shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He threw Marmion's life away, at that hearing. I told him if the worst fell out, the House of Aragon would receive him, if he made it there alive. I gave him Ramiro's name, and my word as surety. That, and no more.\"\n\n\"Your husband would take him in?\" It surprised me, a little.\n\n\"Marmion likes to drink, and gamble. He's an excellent courtier. Why not?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nicola gave another shrug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ramiro knows the merits of indulging my whims, and it does not cross de Morhban's edict. Aragonia is exile. Believe me, I know. Will you answer me now?\"\n\nI shook my head, slowly.\n\n\"Blessed Elua!\" She spat out the words like a curse, rising to pace restlessly about the room. \"You and Barquiel... Phèdre, you're on the same side, only you're both too mistrustful to see it. Can't you see that with his resources and your wiles, you'd get a lot further working together?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shot me a frustrated look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why would I lie? Any influence I hold in Aragonia is wholly dependent on Ysandre's retaining the throne of Terre d'Ange.\"\n\n\"Not exactly,\" I murmured, glancing at her. \"Your cousinthe Duc would do just as well, I think. And if he wishes me out of the way, he would be indebted to you for aiding him in the process. He's already disposed of Marmion, and Elua help me, I gave him the means to do it. Would I be wise, you think, to trust?\" I shook my head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Barquiel is more enemy than ally, and Ysandre has withdrawn her favor. Our debt is settled, and in Naamah's eyes, I owe you naught. I am not fool enough to linger here, my lady.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So I heard. One of your chevaliers was reported buying travelling stores in the marketplace this very morning.\" She said it matter-of-factly; I hadn't doubted that the eyes of the City would be on my household, after last night. Nicola's gaze lingered on my face, and it was decisive. \"Phèdre, listen to me,\" she said, her voice low and urgent, stooping in front of my chair to grasp my hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know what you're about and when you come to it, I don't blame you for not telling me. But what I do know for truth, I know all the same. Cousin Barquiel is not a traitor.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She drew a deep breath, paling slightly, and continued. \"The password of House L'Envers is 'burning river.' If you need aid—mine, Barquiel's, even Ysandre's—any scion of the House is honor-bound to give it unquestioning.\"\n\n\"Why are you telling me this?\" My voice shook asking it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What does it matter?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Releasing my hands, Nicola stood and smiled wryly. \"Whatever I told you, you'd only come up with half a dozen reasons, each more sinister than the last. As it happens, I've seen my House torn apart by suspicion and enmity once, and I don't care to see it again. Your lord Delaunay and my cousin Isabel pulled Rolande de la Courcel in twain; I don't need to watch you and Barquiel do the same to Ysandre. But it doesn't matter what you believe. Just remember it.\"\n\nI wanted to believe her; I wanted to question her. In the end, I dared do neither." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the door of her quarters, she gave me the kiss of farewell, and kept me for a moment, one hand on my arm, a peremptory touch that stirred my desires." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Cousin Barquiel would have my tongue for what I toldyou,\" Nicola said quietly. \"But he'll answer to it all the same. Do me a favor, and don't put it to the test unless you're truly in need.\"\n\n\"If you will do me the kindness of nursing your suspicions in silence,\" I murmured.\n\nNicola laughed at that and kissed me again, this time as a patron rather than a peer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you hold to that bargain as well as this one, I will promise it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Releasing me, she cocked her head as I regained my composure. \"I like you, Phèdre,\" she said with regret. \"For whatever reason you're going, I'm sorry for it. I'll miss you.\"\n\n\"So will I,\" I said, and meant it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I made the rest of my farewells that day, which were few; 'tis an astonishing thing, how quickly one's friends diminish with a Queen's disfavor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That it meant we had succeeded made it no less painful to find doors closed which had once opened eagerly to my name. Even Diànne and Apollonaire de Fhirze would not see me. It served to make me mindful that Nicola had meant what she said. Either she was foolish enough to risk Ysandre's displeasure—and I did not think she was—or she was sure our roles were but a deception." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It gave me no ease, when I thought of Barquiel L'Envers, and the fresh welts on my skin, painful beneath my gown, reminded me of how rash my actions had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I would pay for it, riding tomorrow.\n\nNonetheless, I locked the words in my memory: Burning river. If I dared, I would have asked Ysandre to verify it, but there was no way I dared risk contacting her without giving the lie to our falling-out, and I was dependent on that perception to gain access to anyone who might be her enemy. At any rate, I thought, there was no way I would entrust my fate to the password of House L'Envers; not even if I trusted Nicola wholly, which I did not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My last visit was as my first had been: Cecilie Laveau-Perrin, whose door opened with alacrity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Indeed, she embraced me on the doorstep, heedless of whatever gossips might be watching. \"Oh, Phèdre,\" she whispered in my ear. \"I'm so sorry!\"\n\nHer unquestioning loyalty touched me to the core, and I struggled to hold back tears; as luck would have it, she thought I grieved at my disgrace. It is the most dire thing of all, among Naamah's Servants, to incur the displeasure of a sovereign." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I spent an hour or better in her home, enduring her kindness with all the squirming unease of a guilty conscience, and at last fled, before I gave voice to the entire deception, which lay the whole time on the very tip of my tongue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So it was done, and my farewells all said. When I returned home, all was in readiness for our departure. I spoke with Eugenie, and confirmed that she would maintain the house in my absence, giving her a purse of money and a note for my factor, should further funds be needful. I promised to write her with an address, to forward any urgent communication, as soon as we were established in La Ser-enissima." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To my surprise, she burst into tears in the middle of our discussion, clutching me to her bosom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had not known, until then, that she regarded me with such fondness; indeed, mothers have wept less, bidding farewell to their children.\n\nAt least, mine certainly did.\n\nWhether it be through exhaustion, pain, pleasure or fear, I laid my head on the pillow and slept that night like the dead, a deep and dreamless sleep, and woke alert and ready at dawn. After strong tea and a light breakfast, our party assembled in the courtyard, Remy still yawning and knuckling his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Five mounts, and three packhorses; enough, for my purposes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My chevaliers wore the livery of Montrève, black and green with my personal insignia at the breast bearing the moon and crag of Montrève, to which Delaunay's sheaf of grain and Kushiel's Dart had been added. Joscelin wore his own attire, dove-grey shirt and trousers with a long, sleeveless mandilion coat of the same drab color over it. It was close, very close, to the ashen garb of the Cassiline Brotherhood, save that his hair was braided, and not clubbed at his nape. I looked at him, his vambracesglinting in the early morning sun, daggers at his belt, sword strapped to his back, and made no comment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked back at me, equally expressionless." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let us go,\" I said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like Jacqueline Carey and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A light rain was falling the day that Nikanor's ship returned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was sitting on a bench in the arcade with Glaukos, enjoying the coolness in the air and practicing my Illyrian when the runner came from the summit, panting and barefoot. Someone ran to fetch him a dipperful of water and someone else ran to get Kazan.\n\nBy the time the ship had entered the harbor, we had all assembled on the beach to greet it. Though I kept my features composed, my heart was beating like a drum." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There wasn't much of a breeze, and it seemed to take forever for the ship to cross the quiet bay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I dashed the rain from my eyes repeatedly and struggled to conceal my impatience.\n\nAt twenty yards out, I realized something was amiss; Nikanor's crew was undermanned. Twelve had gone forth, butI counted no more than six on deck. Kazan saw it too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I noted his thoughtful frown before he drew his sword and hailed the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The gathered crowd murmured. They could count, and they had sons and brothers and husbands aboard that vessel.\n\nNikanor returned Kazan's hail with a shout, drawing his own sword in salute as the oarsmen put up and the ship glided alongside the dock. Some few of Kazan's men ran out to meet it, leaping agilely aboard to aid in furling the sails while the rowers rested on their oars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait here,\" Kazan told me, striding toward the dock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I waited in agony as he conferred with Nikanor, trying to read their conversation in their expressions and gestures. Kazan was frowning, but he was not in a rage; Nikanor explaining. While they talked, men disappeared into the hold, reemerging with heavily laden coffers, which they bore onto the beach under Kazan's scowl. Everyone crowded round, straining to see or hear, and I felt jostled and anxious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Presently Kazan and Nikanor disembarked, and Kazan addressed the villagers, sparing a brief glance in my direction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The D'Angelines will meet our terms,\" he announced in Illyrian—I understood it passing well by now, though I spoke it poorly, \"but they have claimed six men as surety for our bargain, until it be finished. As surety for their good faith, they send this.\" And he ordered the locks struck on the coffers.\n\nGold coins gleamed in the dismal light, fresh-minted D'Angeline ducats, stamped with Ysandre's elegant profile on one side, and on the other, the lily and s'even stars of Blessed Elua and his Companions. A full half my ransom— fifteen thousand in gold, all at once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A soft sigh arose from the villagers; I daresay none of them had seen so much gold in one place before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kazan grinned wolfishly. He'd won them over with it, and he knew it. \"And our lads home safe and as much again in gold when the Lady Phèdre is restored to her people!\" he shouted, rousing a cheer. Some of those crowded nearest even pressedmy hand in thanks, as if I'd willingly chosen to provide them a fortune in ransom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After this, Kazan gave swift orders for the conveyance of the ransom into safe storage, and the arrival party began to disperse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I caught at Nikanor's arm as he made to pass me.\n\n\"Please, my lord Captain,\" I said to him in halting Illyrian. \"Does my lady of Marsilikos send word for me?\"\n\nNikanor's eyes flickered and he drew himself up wearily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She says ... yes, she sends word. No token, for fear we would be captured. She says to tell you, your uncle received your message, and he sends the aid of which you spoke. Also that she will keep your vow, do we play her fair, and Kazan's men will be restored to us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He made me a brief bow, and I saw that lines of exhaustion and bitterness were etched into his features. \"It is enough, I hope.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" I said, releasing his arm. \"Thank you, my lord Captain. It is enough.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was; it had to be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was all I had hoped... and yet. It was less.\n\nThey conferred that night in private, Kazan and Nikanor and his men, and their taut ran late into the small hours. A keg of wine was breached, and I lay awake in my narrow guest-bed for the first time since Kazan had taken me to the summit of the isle, listening to their voices carried on the night breezes as, toward the end, they got roaring drunk and sang Illyrian war-songs. I knew something of Kazan Atrabiades now, and knew that he meant to have his men back, hale and whole, come what might." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could not blame her, but 'twas a risky thing, this choice of Roxanne de Mereliot's, to keep his men hostage against my return." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd sooner she had taken his bargain on faith.\n\nStill, without them, she had no surety; fifteen thousand ducats was a mighty sum, and Kazan would be no fool if he took the half and slew me out of hand. It was wisely done. So I told myself and prayed it was true, falling asleep to the distant sound of war-songs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the morrow, Kazan was brusque and distant, keeping me out of the way while he closeted himself with his captains and discussed strategy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I found Lukin inspecting javelins in the armory and pestered him for information, grateful that my studies in Illyrian had progressed to a point where I might do so.\n\n\"He's right angry, my lady,\" Lukin said, shrugging apologetically. \"Though likely he would have done the same thing himself. Still, it put them at risk, to sail such a distance in a half-manned ship. But 'tis no fault of yours, and Kazan knows it, I think.\"\n\n\"Where is the ... trade ... to take place?\" I asked him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Off the southern Caerdicci coast, there's a little isle, near Baro; small traders put in to take on fresh water, sometimes, but there's naught of value that the Serenissimans would garrison it, and Baro has no navy. The D'Angeline ship should be on its way already, slow as it is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He grinned at the latter; Illyrians have no respect for anyone else's seamanship.\n\n\"We trade on land?\"\n\nLukin shook his head. \"Nay, we'll anchor at sea, and come alongside her. We're mobile at sea, my lady, more so than any war-galley or merchanter. Kazan's not like to give up that advantage. Nor will he give you over until his men are safe.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In another corner of the armory, two men were tallying barrels of pitch and stripping rags." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kazan Atrabiades was taking every precaution, I thought. \"He will, though, yes? Give me over?\"\n\n\"Of course!\" Lukin jerked his head up, as though I'd stung his honor. \"If your people do not break faith,\" he added grimly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They will not,\" I said quietly, taking my leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We were four days making preparations for this journey, and I was right, Kazan was indeed preparing for the worst. For three days in a row he drilled his men mercilessly, at close fighting with short sword and buckler, and at javelins and archery with straw-stuffed targets under the blazing sun, until they sweated buckets and cursed his name. I could believe, then, that he had commanded a unit in the Ban'sGuard. I do not know much of soldiering, but I have seen some little bit of it, and from what I saw, his men were well-trained; better than one would expect of lawless brigands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Me, he ignored during this time, and while I was glad enough of the reprieve, it made me uneasy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew his mind and his temper well enough by then; I misliked this brooding discourtesy.\n\nStill, the days passed, though they crawled in my eyes, and in time Kazan bade me to gather my things and make ready to sail on the morrow. I thought he had done with me by then, but I was wrong; he had me that last night, summoning me once more to lie in his great bed with the gilded headboard. I went, praying to Naamah to have a care for her Servant, who kept the honor of her bargain so well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was fierce with me that night—he had learned how well I responded to that, although I do not think he ever fully reckoned why—but his face as he labored above me was closed and distant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What visions Kazan Atrabiades saw behind that fixed gaze, I do not know; his brother, mayhap, or his captive men wearing his brother's face.\n\nWhat he asked, I gave; I cannot help it.\n\nAnd on the morrow, we sailed.\n\nOnce again, we assembled on the beach, and the old priest gave the blessing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We sailed at dawn, and I stood shivering a little in the rose-damask gown, a woolen cloak over my shoulders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All six ships would set forth on this venture. Marjopí was there, and fell wailing on Kazan's neck; he bore it better than I would have reckoned, until she began to berate the priest on his behalf. To me, she nodded a stoic farewell, and I daresay she was glad enough to see the last of me.\n\nGlaukos would sail on our ship, and he was there, cheerful and smiling; his young wife had come too, and her sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They bade me shy farewells, thanking me once more for the meager gift of fabric I had given, awestricken by the language I had acquired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I met their parents, who were a shepherd and wife, tongue-tied and staring, murmuring about Vili and thinking I did not understand.\n\nAt last it was done, and Volos, the boy who could talk to birds, handed me aboard Kazan's ship. I breathed deep of the scent of sun-warmed pine boards. Kazan gave the command to hoist anchor and it was done; the oars dipped and splashed in the morning light, and our prow turned, nosing outward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Green water sluiced along the sides of the vessel and a brisk breeze plucked at our furled sails; Kazan gave the command, and his men leapt to obey, scrambling along the yard to unlash the sails." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One, three, six ships a-sail... we were off, darting across the sunlit bay toward the narrow passage, and the charming village of Dobrek falling away behind us.\n\nIt was a different thing, this journey, from my first sojourn as Kazan Atrabiades' hostage. I had expected similar treatment, reckoning to stake out a place on deck and keep myself out of the way, but he accorded me instead the small cabin within the forecastle for my quarters. There he left me well enough alone, and I reckoned his anger at D'Angelines in general and the Lady of Marsilikos in particular had spilled over onto me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I understood much more of the Illyrian tongue by this time and Kazan's men did small kindnesses for me when his eye was not on them, but there was grim purposefulness to this journey, as opposed to the light-hearted, victorious spirit of the former." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For three days, we wended south down the Illyrian coast and the weather held fair. The long, shining summer was giving way at last to fall, but the seasons change late there and the days remained warm. I judged the time of year by the length of days, and wondered where Ysandre was now, making her progressus. Not far, I thought; she would likely have set forth by sail to Ditus, at the tip of Caerdicca Unitas, and would travel by land up the western coast before crossing inland to La Serenissima, seeing how the northern city-States held against the Skaldic border." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Quintilius Rousse would have ample time to intervene." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he were canny—and I knew him for no fool—he would send word to Ysandre. With the D'Angeline fleet prepared to move by sea againstLa Serenissima, surely the city-states of Caerdicca Unitas would mobilize on land. Ysandre would arrive in La Serenissima with an army of allies at her back.\n\nPercy de Somerville was the only danger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'd not been able to think of a way to warn the Lord Admiral against him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, Rousse was unlikely to recruit the Royal Commander in this venture. No, I thought, he will send word to de Somerville, but only to alert him. Else, it would leave Terre d'Ange undefended, with the fleet away. Well and so, Percy de Somerville is no fool either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He will bow with the winds, and look to save his own hide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And if Ghislain is with him... Ghislain's troops and estates lie in Azzalle, he has Alba to contend with, and dares not risk the wrath of Drustan mab Necthana. And Barquiel L'Envers rules yet as regent in Ysandre's name, and commands forces of his own.\n\nIt would fall out well enough, I thought, and we had surprise on our side yet, for all that I'd lost weeks as Kazan's hostage. I would be safely returned to give word of de Somerville's treachery ere he could act on it; the web of those loyal to Ysandre would hold long enough for that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So did I muse, and pass the time aboard the ship, while sun-gilded isles slid past us along the coastline." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Glaukos called me aside one day, pointing to the distant east, where a causeway from the mainland rolled out to meet a mighty walled city on the sea.\n\n\"Epidauro,\" he murmured, as if fearful Kazan would hear. I saw many bright-sailed ships gathered in the harbor there, tiny flecks of color against the granite walls. We had given the city a wide berth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even so, men muttered and made signs against evil, while Kazan stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched with anger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was on the following day that we turned west and into the open sea.\n\nA steady breeze blew at our backs, and the ships leapt forward like winged creatures, plunging buoyantly over the deep-blue waves. Seldom were the decks level for long, and I gave thanks to Blessed Elua that I had a strong stomach for sailing. Joscelin would have been green-faced andwretched; it is the only time I was glad he was not with me, though the thought of him made me smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a little frightening, but mostly exhilarating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even Kazan's mood lightened somewhat, although he would not look at me.\n\nTwo days we took making the crossing, and at dawn on the third, he turned back to the grim business at hand, issuing curt orders which were passed by flag-signals from ship to ship. Arms were brought forth from the hold, wrapped in oilcloth against the dampness; swords were honed and bowstrings waxed and plucked, bucklers hefted to test their balance on the swaying decks, javelins sighted down their lengths, ropes snapped on grappling hooks to measure their strength.\n\nBy noon we saw the island, a grey hummock rising out of the sea, a patch of green scrub showing faintly where the harbor lay, and the freshwater spring by which sailors knew it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some leagues beyond it, the Caerdicci coast was a dim haze on the horizon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And there before it, at deep-sea anchor, rode a single galley. Her sails were lowered against the wind, but there, atop the center mast, flew a familiar pennant—the silver swan of House Courcel. Tears stung my eyes to look upon it, and my heart soared within my breast.\n\nWe dropped sail some distance away, Kazan signaling the other ships to fan out in an encircling crescent, bringing the larger craft to bay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Six sailors on each vessel went to oars, using them cunningly to maintain position on the rocking waves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two scrambled atop the forecastle of each, training arrows on the D'Angeline galley. No sign came from the galley, although I could see people aboard watching, and sunlight glinting off armor.\n\nWhen he was satisfied that his men were in position, Kazan stepped up to the prow and cupped his hands about his mouth, hailing the galley in Caerdicci.\n\n\"No trade until my men are returned!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he shouted. \"I will see them safe first, eh? You put them in a skiff, you, and send them out to us!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The figures aboard the galley moved, conferring, and thena single figure came forward to reply. His words carried faintly over the water, spoken in D'Angeline-accented Caerdicci. \"Show us the Comtesse!\"\n\nGlaukos took my arm, leading me the length of the ship to stand beside Kazan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever they saw at that distance, it was enough to satisfy them, for presently a small skiff was lowered into the water and eight men clambered down a rope ladder into it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kazan pointed toward the other ships. For long, agonizing moments we waited as the skiff was rowed out to meet the Illyrian vessels, three ships taking aboard two men. With each careful exchange, the flag-bearer signaled victory to Kazan. At last it was done, and the two rowers rested their oars, looking back at the galley for orders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now send the gold, you,\" Kazan called to the galley, \"and I will send the girl!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another conference aboard the galley, and the spokesman's reply. \"We have given our surety, pirate! Send the Comtesse first and we will send the gold.\"\n\nIt needed only one look at Kazan's face to know he would refuse. I put my hand on his arm, pleading." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My lord, please! I've given you my word, I've sworn my very soul on it. Her Grace's men will not break faith with it, I promise you!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Be silent!\" Blood darkened his face as he glared at me. \"You do not know what you speak of, you! No one treats fairly with pirates, eh? No trade without the gold.\" Cupping his hands once more, he shouted it to the galley. \"No trade without the gold!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gulls wheeled overhead, giving their raucous calls during the long pause." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I waited it out with my heart in my throat until the spokesman answered. \"If you will not send her, then bring her and take the gold yourself! It is our best offer.\"\n\nKazan nodded grimly; he had expected no less. \"They are ready?\" he asked his second officer, a man named Pekhlo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pekhlo spoke to the flag-bearer, and a ripple of signals ran from ship to ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All are ready, Kazan.\"\n\n\"Then we will do this.\" Kazan raised his voice. \"Go!\"\n\nIt happened quickly, so quickly it near bewildered me; I never doubted, after this, their deadly skill as pirates." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I daresay dozens of merchanters have felt the same astonishment, being set on by Kazan Atrabiades." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The oarsmen set the water churning to white foam, and the ship crossed the distance in a trice, swinging alongside the galley—on the far side, another ship followed suit, while the others drew in easy range of a bow. Grappling hooks soared through the air, thanking deep into the wood of the galley's rails; someone leapt to grab the dangling ladder, and in less space than it takes to tell it, a full dozen Illyrian pirates had swarmed onto the galley.\n\nBeneath the galley's shadow, I could see nothing, heard only scuffling, curses and a brief clash of arms, then muttering stillness. I gazed at Kazan, who looked grimly back at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Very well, pirate,\" came the voice of the D'Angeline spokesman, sounding distinctly annoyed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Send up the Comtesse, and take your Elua-cursed gold! We've shown you no reason to break faith, and your men are outnumbered here.\"\n\nThe rope ladder was dangling near at hand, the oarsmen holding the bobbing ship steady. Kazan drew his sword and pointed it at me. \"Go,\" he said softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will follow behind you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stared uncomprehending at the point of his sword. \"My lord?\"\n\n\"Go!\" he roared.\n\nI went, with Kazan close on my heels, buckler dangling at his back.\n\nIt was the D'Angeline spokesman who helped me over the rails, and he gave me no greeting, stepping away quickly as though he were reluctant to touch me." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Excuse me, Your Highness.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Calvin is standing at the entrance looking guilty for interrupting us. \"Your mother would like a word.\"\n\nI nod to let him know it is okay to allow her to enter. Winifred frantically begins messing with herself, as if she is a disaster and not put together well enough to receive company." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I however believe she looks beyond beautiful and perfect, so I tell her so." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop fidgeting. You are perfect and she is only my mother.\"\n\n\"Only your mother?\" Winifred screeches at me. \"She is more than that and forgive me if I am still trying to wrap my brain around all this.\"\n\nI jiggle my head as I watch her dig in her small clutch and pull out her compact, so she can do what women do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While she is busy reassembling herself, I stand to receive my mother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I lean forward and kiss her on both cheeks as I greet her. \"Mother. What is so urgent it couldn't have waited?\"\n\n\"Don't be rude, Stan?\" I hear Winnie scold from behind me as she approaches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your... I'm mean Angela, it's good to see you again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My mother smiles as she steps toward Winnie and wraps her in her arms. \"Let me see.\"\n\nWhen we appear a little taken by her comment, she rolls her eyes and takes hold of my fiancée's left hand. \"Wow. No one will mistake the meaning behind this lovely, generous rock. I assume you said yes?\"\n\n\"I did.\" Winifred softly admits, wearing an unmistakable smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is rather, in your face, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My mother laughs and pats her hand affectionately. \"Not at all, dear. It simply makes a statement that you are loved and appreciated.\"\n\n\"So now you've seen it. We were just about to say our goodbyes and then carry on with our evening.\" I slip an arm around Winnie's waist so I can feel her close to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Was there anything else?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Actually, yes. Lord Hector is making quite the scene. Spreading word that you have intruded all over his date enough this evening. Demanding you now return her to him, so he can take her home.\"\n\n\"I believe I left him on my own accord after he all but tried to put me in my place.\" Winnie inserts, sounding put off.\n\n\"He also seems to be letting those interested in listening, know that Lady Winifred has already entered into an official arrangement with him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not true.\" Winifred boldly proclaims." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I dismissed him. Told him I was not at all interested. I have witnesses to that. I've never once discussed any arrangement with him personally.\"\n\nA smile forms on my mother's face as she reaches out and pats Winifred's arm. I recognize it as her offer of comfort, knowing the information is upsetting and isn't about to get any better. \"That within the next month, they expected her to make it known and then begin final preparation. He claims he has proof of it and therefore has threatened to take action against you if you continue to meddle and confuse a very vulnerable young woman. Claims you are only interested because you enjoy throwing your birthright in everyone's face; that all the Reyes' do. And now you are making a great effort to prove a point after this evening's unexpected events.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I can hear my mother's disgust in her voice while she explains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what point is that exactly? That I can convince a competent woman into spending the rest of her life with me instead of him.\" My voice is calmer than I had expected it to be after hearing his fabrications. \"What do you want to do, Winnie? I've already pleaded my case, so I don't feel I need to explain further. No matter what you decide, understand that moving forward, you will be in control of your life. I will only be a voice of support and offer advice when necessary.\"\n\nI hate watching Winifred struggle with the reality of all the issues she thought were behind her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She spins and paces quietly behind us, as if she is gathering the strength needed to make the right decision." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is so hard not to go to her and engulf her in my arms, to do my best to influence her, by giving her a gentle shove toward my suggestion.\n\nHowever, I keep my feet firmly planted and wait. I want her to choose me because it is what she wants. I want her to decide the direction she wants to move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And I desperately want it to be with me, standing right beside her from this day forward, united as one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I shove my hands in my pocket and inhale deep controlled breaths and wait.\n\nAs soon as she halts her pacing and cautiously spins, I know by her expression she has made her decision. I close my eyes, waiting to hear what it will be.\n\n\"I choose you.\" I hear her tenderly proclaim and my eyes fly open to find hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I choose you. Us. I choose a life that includes you, and I want it to begin now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't dare stand there one second longer. My feet are moving rapidly until I gather her in my arms and drag her to me, so I can devour her lips with mine. \"You won't regret this.\"\n\nThe most joyous giggle escapes her lips as she draws back and stares into my eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do not doubt that. I've not regretted a single moment we've spent together.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My mother has been deliberating about this because she makes a few suggestions. Winifred and I listen to her. We both agree her proposal is sound and the best way to get the results we desire.\n\nI kiss Winifred one more time before passing her off to my mother and two of her most trusted security personnel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We will meet up again within the hour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is the best way.\" My mother assures me when she detects uncertainty in my eyes. \"If others witness her leaving, while they see you enjoying yourself at the party, then you cannot be blamed for her sudden disappearance. It will force them to make their departure, so they can track her down; except we are way ahead of them and tracking her down is going to be impossible. By the time they figure out it was a diversion, it will be too late and you two will be long gone.\"\n\nIf it weren't for my mother, whom I trust completely, I'd demand a different strategy altogether." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I know she will not let Winifred out of her sight, place her with the best security team possible, and make sure Winifred makes it back to me within the hour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I watch them hurry off to one of the less used entrances—or in this case, exits. Once they are out of sight, I head back to the party the way I disappeared. The crowd has disbursed considerably, although there are still a countless number of influential dignitaries left.\n\nAfter I grab a flute of champagne from one of the passing servers, I join my brother Lorenzo on the dance floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He glances up and does a double take as if searching for my missing link." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I shrug, as I do my best to act as if I am not at all bothered that she is not currently with me. I even dance with a few of the ladies who have joined him while I was absent, two who happen to be our dates from the previous night. They should help sell that I am here having a good time since we are all laughing and chatting it up as if we don't have a care in the world.\n\nI feel a hard tap on my shoulder, so I spin and come face-to-face with Lord Hector. \"Where is she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where is who?\" I squint as if I have no idea, or even care, that he is asking about Winifred." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lady Winifred.\" He crosses his arms, displaying he is certain I know more than I am letting on. \"You've taken up enough of her time and I'd like to leave. Now tell me where she is.\"\n\nI lean forward as if I am a little intoxicated, point my drink at him, spilling a little of it even. \"I believe the last time I saw her...\" I shift as if I might lose my balance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lorenzo? Have you seen Lady Winifred?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My brother grins and shrugs before he responds. \"Not since we all played our little game of cat and mouse. I believe I lost track of her around that time. Perhaps she finally made her escape, while we were all distracted chasing after the King and Queen. I do believe I may have seen her conversing with Madam... Madam Cosette. They appeared to be partaking in a deep conversation, and she seemed rather upset about something.\"\n\nMy brother has always been able to spin a story better than anyone else I know.\n\n\"There you have it, Lord Hector. Have you seen Madam Cosette lately?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I ask him staggering and then manage to dump the rest of my drink on his shoe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I believe she has already departed.\" He growls and glances around the room as if checking to see if he spots either of them.\n\n\"Perhaps she offered her a ride then.\" I spin back around, suggesting I am bored with this conversation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm onto you.\" I hear him express as he walks away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorenzo laughs as he leans in towards me. \"He is onto you. Now tell me you know where she is, so I don't have to hurt you.\"\n\n\"Mother is entertaining her for the time being,\" I reveal only loud enough for him to hear. \"I'll need a distraction soon if you think you might manage.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My brother jiggles his head at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Antonio and you have always competed against each other. I should have known you'd not let him procure all the attention without stealing a portion of it. All I ask is that you take care of her and let her fly.\"\n\nThere is a commotion across the room. I notice Lord Hector is in the middle of it all, as are his parents and a few others from his chosen alliance of comrades. It seems they've just received word that Lady Winifred has vacated the grounds, without alerting anyone or drawing a great deal of attention." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If all went as planned, he will hear that she disappeared with another man, which should surely get his boxers in an uncomfortable twisted bunch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My mother re-enters the room and gives me the signal.\n\nI nudge my brother and offer him a farewell. As soon as the Colons' have left, I depart through one of the designated Palace doors, which happens to be visible but guarded. Stumbling my way through, like I am about to pass out, while I make certain to bump into a few of those who will be delighted to spread the word." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As soon as I am clear, I make my way to the library where my mother has stashed my fiancée." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't take my time getting there either; I move as quickly as my legs will allow me to do without running. As soon as I burst through the doors, I find her there pacing, looking equally anxious about all of this as I am.\n\n\"Shall we.\" I huff out as I approach her with open arms.\n\nWinnie flies into my arms and buries her head into my chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get me out of here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I gladly take her through the hidden passages that lead to the helipad. My pilot, along with several members of my security team, are all waiting on us. The benefit of doing this covert operation, on the same night the King announced he has now acquired a Queen, is that no one will suspect a thing. They will likely assume the adoring newly married Royal couple are leaving to get away from it all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It won't be until morning, after I have made my own announcement, that it will all become crystal clear who made their escape in the chopper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've never been in a helicopter before,\" Winifred admits as I strap her in, noticing how apprehensive she appears. \"I hope you remember that I am absolutely terrified of tight and confined spaces. You should probably be prepared for me to have a complete freak-out moment, not long after we take off.\"\n\nI do a quick glance around the crowded space and nod. I had not taken a moment to think that this might not be the best idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sorry about that. It is one of my favorite ways to come and go from my two homes. It will take us about forty minutes tops.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright.\" I notice her mentally preparing herself for what is coming. \"Do they serve alcohol on this flight?\"\n\nI chuckle and shake my head. \"I don't believe so. I could request that in the future though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She waves her hand at me as if to dismiss that suggestion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Probably best that they don't. Drunk and full-blown panic attacks, don't mix well.\"\n\nAs soon as I am strapped in next to her, I signal to my men we are ready. I then deposit a headset on her head, so I can speak to her as we lift off. \"I love you.\"\n\n\"I love you as well.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She does her best to offer me a smile, but I catch the fear rising inside of her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I squeeze her hand and then bring it to my lips. \"Seems like you've once again figured out a way to sneak into my bed. You have always been good at figuring out how to do just that, although I do believe this one is your best scheming plot to date.\"\n\nThere is a little turbulence, and the chopper does a little drop.\n\n\"Oh, God!\" Her hand forms a fist and I sense her trembling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you complaining about that, Your Highness?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not at all, Lady Winifred. I'm simply stating a fact.\" When the chopper wobbles a bit, I seize her face and force her to look at me. \"Or maybe this time it is I who has figured out a way to make you a permanent fixture in my bed. I've had a small taste of what it was like and discovered that I enjoyed it very much.\"\n\nI watch her cheek blush." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I liked it as well.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You should know that this time, however, I don't plan on either of us doing a lot of sleeping.\" I lob it out there and then grin when I notice that she is no longer focused on being cramped inside this confined chopper. \"I believe I owe you.\"\n\n\"Owe me or own me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She whimpers and swallows hard, as if both sound rather interested." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Owe you.\" I lean in and brush my lips against hers. \"Seems like the last time we found ourselves alone and naked...\"\n\nWinnie covers my mouth with her fingers and glance around to see if the others with us have overheard. \"Shhh.\"\n\nI notice Braden holding back a snicker across from me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He too is wearing a headset, as are the pilot and co-pilot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All of which are on the same frequency, and I know they've heard every word of our conversation.\n\n\"I just thought I'd give you something to consider.\" I express as I once again kiss her lips.\n\nI feel her nails scrap against my cheek." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We are really doing this?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\" I stare into those emerald green eyes that have mesmerized me for so long now. \"I can hardly believe it myself.\"\n\n\"If this is a dream Stan, promise me you won't ever wake me.\"\n\nI brush our noses against each other. \"If it's a dream Winnie, I want to remain in this dreamland for the rest of my life.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as C. R. Riley" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next three weeks were mostly a blur." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So much has transpired since we revealed our marriage to our families.\n\nWhile we were doing that, and before Lord Hector could do his best to sabotage our announcement, we released a statement to the press. It was quick and to the point. The plan was to do a live interview with the press in a few days where we would offer them more details." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We knew it was a risk to not do the live interview first, but it was one we were willing to take." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What we also discovered was that it gave us time to prepare for all the accusations the Colons were behind. They unquestionably were doing their best to drag my family and me through the mud.\n\nHowever, it all seems to have backfired on them. Once the country could see for themselves the love Stan and I shared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once we revealed our love story and provided as many details as we were willing to expose, that's when it became clear that we had more supporters than we did enemies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And that seemed to only infuriate Lord Hector, so much that he turned to the one person who probably hated the Reyes family as much as he did. Forcing the other members of my family to decide which side of the fence they wanted to be standing on. I had expected to be left standing on one side alone. Except it turned out that my other two sisters had witnessed something that night when we all got together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So, when Dalia started in on her little rant, with Lord Hector close by her side, they surprised me and told her she had it all wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As did my father, he quickly dismissed her and her allegations. Then told her it was time to stop acting like a spoiled brat and start acting more like the woman he knew she could be.\n\nNow that they were a united front, an odd pair with one goal in mind, Hector and Dalia were determined to make the Reyes family pay. Apparently, the best way to start doing that was to join into a union that undoubtedly was built on revenge and scornful emotions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not the ideal way to enter into a marriage, because when things turned ugly and difficult, there wouldn't be a solid foundation to stand on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a disaster waiting to explode, and once it did there would be severe damage left behind.\n\nThat all occurred in the first week.\n\nSo, as you might imagine, I was feeling the stress of it all. Not sure we'd made a very wise decision acting so hastily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Plus, I still hadn't gotten a chance to decide what I was going to do with that dream I had floating around the back of my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "During that second week, it was our privilege to be in charge of Isabel. I had spent little time with the youngest Reyes until then. We'd not invited her to the family dinner because her maternal grandparents had come to visit her. It had probably been best since I hadn't been certain my family would act civil." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So, when we got the pleasure of inviting her to stay with us, while the King was on the beginning of an extensive tour, I was ready for the distraction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't take long for me to fall completely in love with Isabel. She was a ray of sunshine, and very excited about having another sister. Had all kinds of inquiries about my relationship with her brother. She also shared with me how Antonio had met Larkin, how he was immediately captivated by her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To hear how it all transpired through the eyes of an innocent eight-year-old awarded their romance with that fairytale ambiance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew her own story was tragic, but establishing how well-adjusted she was, how close she was to each of her brothers, stirred something deep inside me. I got a firsthand perspective on the kind of father Esteban would be one day by watching him with Isabel. He wasn't as strict with her as I'd seen Antonio be. Of course, he didn't have to deal with her day in and day out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He only stepped in when he needed to or when wanted to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We'd had to cool matters down during her extended stay with us. Every night she started off in her room that was connected to ours, but before the night ended, she often found her way in between us. Meaning we had to make sure we were clothed and kept the door between us locked—before we were ready for her—so we didn't teach her more than she was ready to learn. I figured she has a few years left of innocence before that topic needed to be broached." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Therefore, I had done my best to put off my new husband, or at least made sure we were quieter and then redressed, before falling to sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once we returned her to the Palace, so she could spend time with Larkin, I was not allowed to see daylight for an entire weekend. It was the kind of weekend that left me in two states. Sated and exhausted.\n\nIf I'd not known the type of man Esteban had been prior to us getting together, I'd in all likelihood be a very jealous woman. Fortunately, I had nothing to be jealous of; there had been no one else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was just that talented and willing to take his time, so he could learn how my body worked when he did very wicked delicious things to it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So, when I woke up sore and achy, I'd written it off as being overused and well-taken care of. That was until the cramping and bloating began, followed shortly by that tell I always get, one that had me making a quick dash to the bathroom.\n\nI'd not even packed anything and was thankful I'd caught it before it turned into a horror show. I was going to need to make a run to the chemist to acquire the supplies I was going to need these next few days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I turn the shower on, so I can clean up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If I am lucky, I have time to get there and back without any supplies.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Esteban walks into the bathroom naked, scratching his chest and blinking at the bright lights. \"The sun is just now peeking over the horizon.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need to make a run to the store,\" I inform him as I step into the shower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go back to bed.\"\n\nI should have known he was not about to listen to my request. He opens the shower door and steps inside and then stands there while steam surrounds him. \"What store? I'll send one of the guys to get whatever you think you need this early.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's unnecessary.\" I shake my head as I let the water soothe my sore muscles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I rather do it myself.\"\n\nI hear the other showerhead turn on, and then am blessed with him standing directly in front of me, looking as tempting as always. I tilt my head toward the ceiling above me and do my best to not think about him. It is an impossible problem because as soon as I open my eyes, I find him staring at me with hooded ones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I know exactly what he is contemplating; I don't have to check the lower half of his body to appreciate what I will uncover." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How are you not...\" I don't even get the words out before he seizes me in his arms and is kissing me.\n\n\"You are the battery that recharges me instantly.\" He groans as he works his way down my neck. \"I just can't get enough of you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Esteban's hand slides down my body and I know where this is heading." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop.\" I know I didn't sound at all serious, so I say it again. \"Stop, Stan.\"\n\n\"I can't,\" he skims his fingers over my belly. \"And you know...\"\n\n\"I started my period.\" I blurt out, hoping to put an immediate halt to this attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's why I need to make a run to the store. I don't have any supplies.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He draws back little by little, letting his hand slip around to my back. \"Check the spare bathroom next door. Gabriela, keeps stuff like that under the sink.\"\n\nI'd not thought to check there. She hasn't stayed over since we got married." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had forgotten that she sometimes crashed here when she was in Aragon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Currently, his sister was in Juliana, attending university.\n\n\"So, I guess that means it's safe to assume...\" He kisses the top of my wet head. \"How are you feeling?\"\n\n\"Stan?\" I shove him back so I can look up at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes shift so we are now staring at each other, which is why I can recognize the disappointment in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It isn't there long, but it is there long enough that I wish I were ready to give him what he wants.\n\n\"I'm not ready for that yet, Stan,\" I whisper softly as he nods and smiles down at me.\n\n\"I know. Sorry.\" He apologizes as he pushes my wet hair away from my face. \"We have plenty of time. In a year or two, when we are both ready, then we will discuss it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I love this man more than words could ever express." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You sure you are alright with that? I just... everything...\"\n\nMy husband leans down and kisses my lips. \"When the time is right, Winnie, we will both know. Right now, it is not the right time.\"\n\nWe wash up. He helps me like he always has since we started bathing together the morning after our nuptials." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When we are both clean, we get out and I make a quick run to the bathroom next door to retrieve some emergency supplies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then we get dressed and start the day way earlier than originally planned.\n\nI am sitting at the table, going over my neglected business plan. So much still needs to be done if I am serious about getting it off the ground. Real estate is not easy to come by, not the kind I am going to require at least." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I have an idea of where I'd like to set up a shop, but I know it won't be easy finding a place that has exactly what I need in the area." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of course, there is also the fact that I need to revise my business plan. Originally, I was planning on using my inheritance to help me get started. That money no longer exists, thanks to my mother and her determination to make certain I didn't veer from her plan for my life.\n\nMy father maintains that he did not know she had done that, claims he knew that a portion of it had been used, but he thought he'd stopped her before she had made such a foolish error." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm not sure how that much money disappears, or how a man in his position doesn't notice, but I'm doing my best to let it go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am also doing my best to forgive my mother for all the truths I have recently learned about her. Because she isn't here to explain or answer the million and one questions I have on the matter, there is no reason to hold a grudge. That will only make me bitter. Therefore, I'm pressing forward and doing my best to leave it all in the past." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knowing that I need to figure out where I am going to get my startup money now since I no longer have the funds I was counting on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's not just the real estate or expensive rent I will be forced to pay, because the area I was interested in isn't necessarily cheap. The high traffic in the area I was hoping would help offset it all, draw in more business. It's also all the equipment I'm going to need to buy to get started. The renovation of the space, to get it up to code, is going to not only cost money but also take up a tremendous amount of my time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'll also need to hire and train staff because there is no way I can do this alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A couple of extra hands will be suitable enough to get me started, and if the business takes off, then I can hire more as required. Everything seems so overwhelming now that I have to deal with money issues too, that I don't foresee how any of this is going to get off the ground.\n\nAs I close my laptop out of frustration, Esteban strolls into the inner garden wearing jeans, a Hensley, and darker pair of trainers. \"Ready?\" He asks, holding my purse in his hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aren't you working today?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Antonio is still gone. Esteban will join him in a few days and is then taking over the remainder of his tour. He will be gone for two weeks, so I know there is a lot of preparation that needs to get done these next couple of days to get him prepared.\n\n\"Nope. Unless some unforeseen crisis occurs, I have other business that requires my attention today.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The grin on his face sends warm heat throughout my body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you so quickly forgotten, Stan, that I'm unavailable for such business?\" I stand slowly for several reasons. My body is tired and achy for one, plus the bloating makes me sluggish and irritable.\n\n\"I've not forgotten. Our first stop, after we go to the store, will be to see Dr. Wilson. I believe she wanted to see you when the time came.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She did. I happen to mention how heavy and uncomfortable my monthly was, so she wanted to examine me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hadn't intended on following her orders, because I wasn't comfortable making a visit like that. Evidently, I'm not going to get the chance to blow her off.\n\n\"I'm fine, Stan. I don't need to...\"\n\n\"You do and you will.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My husband will not let this go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She thought it might be something she could help with. And after I've gotten a firsthand understanding of what you were trying to explain to her, it is clear you need...\"\n\n\"Please just stop,\" I grumble as I take my purse from him, not wanting to discuss those matters.\n\nLike always, my lovely monthly roared her ugly head not long after we sat down for breakfast. Cramping so hard that I barely touched my food, and downed three pills for the pain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not to mention I had to go and change outfits when the gusher started since Gabriela's supply was for a normal woman and not one that experienced extremely heavy ones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And because I'd not thought to double up, thinking I'd be okay until I could get to the store, an embarrassing accident had occurred.\n\nThen, because my husband is so aware and beyond concerned, it did not go unnoticed when I dashed out in a panic. He'd come to check on me, walked in while I was attempting to clean up. While I was mortified, he was not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In fact, he instructed me to shower again while he took care of everything else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Returned with my granny panties and clean comfortable pants, before he proceeded to wash out the soiled ones I'd left in the sink to soak.\n\nTalk about initiating him into the world of what it was like to be a woman.\n\nHe stops our steps and spins me, so I am facing him. \"Winnie, there is no need to be embarrassed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Says the man who has no idea what he is talking about,\" I grunt as I roll my eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You men have it so easy. You don't have to deal with cramps, bloating, or sore bloody vaginas. Until you've dealt with that, you can't even begin to understand.\"\n\nWrapping me in his powerful arms, so I am tight against his delicious chest, my husband does his best to sympathize with me. \"Women certainly drew the short straw when it came to the reproductive organs. If a man had to go through all that once a month, the world would come to a halt. Nothing would ever get done, and we'd still be living in the stone ages. It is very clear to me now which sex is stronger, and why all men should worship the women in their lives. Women deal with so much more than us men ever could and do it like it is nothing to fret about.\"\n\nI want to cry, stupid hormones." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of C. R. Riley.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of C. R. Riley.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a C. R. Riley sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The four of us went our separate ways slightly after one. Both ladies were yawning, so Darius and I thought it best before being forced to carry them to bed after they fall asleep. It wouldn't be the first time we'd done that. These two liked to drag it out for as long as possible and end up crashing while catching up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "According to my lovely wife, it was a common occurrence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were roommates in boarding school and often talked until one lost the fight, the other followed close behind. They woke up more than once in her New York apartment, still seated on the couch or relaxing on the piles of pillows on the floor. That was how it was with them, and I suppose how it will always be.\n\nI drag her tired body behind me as I lead her to our suite." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Listening to her babble about how I did this same thing for the first time, a few years ago, when she made that secret trip home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you remember that, Stan?\" She asks me as I guide her into our bedroom and sit her down on the bed.\n\n\"Yes.\" I lean down and kiss her forehead. \"Of course, I do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was so naïve back then.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She kicks off her shoes and flops back onto the bed. \"I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. So innocent.\"\n\nI listen as I unbutton my shirt and toss it in the bin. When I turn to face my wife, I am blown away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Somehow, she has slipped out of all her clothes and is now lying on her back staring up at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I swear I practically combust.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" I ask as I stand there and admire her. \"You are so beautiful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As are you,\" she licks her lips and rolls over onto her stomach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Propping her head on her folded hands. She then crosses her feet with bent knees, and that is when I notice the heels she has slipped on.\n\n\"Are you trying to seduce me, Winnie?\" I kick off my shoes and begin to unbuckle my belt, so I can remove my pants." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you have to ask...\" She drops her head onto her now folded arms and sighs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I point at the tall and proud member, now standing up to greet her. \"It's just that you've never...\"\n\nShe rolls over onto her back and lets her head hang slightly off the edge. \"Come here.\"\n\nMy feet move all on their own until I am standing in front of her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It is clear to me that she's had a little too much to drink, causing her to loosen up a bit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I do believe she drank Ingrid's share of the champagne since her friend had to decline for obvious reasons.\n\n\"I'm here,\" I inform her as I stare down at her. \"Now what?\"\n\n\"Don't judge me.\" She whispers, and her fiery breath can be felt heating my thighs.\n\nI watch as her lips land on my skin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pressing soft precious kisses along my thighs, that have my knees getting weak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I watch, her earlier words start to make sense, and I feel the need to make it clear this is unnecessary.\n\n\"How have I never thought about giving you this pleasure until now?\" Those words however steal the ones I was about to speak.\n\nFlipping back to her front, she settles on her knees and encourages me to move closer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her arms wrap around my backside, and before I can stop her, she drops a kiss to the tip of my erection and I swear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those green eyes turn up to find mine, so she can watch my reaction as she lets the head slip between her soft lips. A smile breaks across her gorgeous face when she catches me gasp for air. I never thought watching her do this to me would be so mesmerizing. Watching my shy and timid wife take control while doing her very best to give me some pleasure is as good as it gets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Winnie,\" I speak her name as she takes me deeper. \"Winnie, stop.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pulling her mouth off like I suggested, she looks up concerned. \"Did I do something wrong?\"\n\nI shake my head as I gather her in my arms and fall on the bed next to her. \"Not at all. That was perfect.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She kisses me with a smile pasted on her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then why did you stop me?\"\n\n\"Because if you kept going like you were, I was going to lose it, and I didn't want to shock you.\" I watch her blush as she begins to understand my meaning.\n\n\"Oh.\" Her gaze travels down my body again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Would that be something...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't let her finish. I kiss the words right off her lips, kiss her so hard, I swear I am bruising both of our lips. It has been weeks since we've been intimate and I've missed being this close to her.\n\n\"Stan.\" She pants out when I finally break the kiss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I brush my fingers along her collarbone as I admire her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My eyes find hers again and I watch her as I allow my fingers to travel down to her breasts. \"What do you want, Winnie?\"\n\nHer eyes roll back into her head when I pinch her nipple lightly. She withers with each manipulation and arches her chest closer. \"Please, Stan.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I lower my other hand, so I can make sure she is ready to take what I have to offer her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The last thing I ever want to do is hurt her. Once I've played with her long enough, I kiss her lips again before I drag her on top of me.\n\nWe've had sex like this a few times. I don't last long in this position, because the sight of her does me in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it also gives her control, and since tonight she is the one to have decided she is ready for us to resume our sex life, I find it only fitting she is the one to get us started." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Take what you want from me, Winnie,\" I instruct her as I run my hands down her back and squeeze her bottom.\n\nShe does just that. Slowly she takes me inside of her and begins to ride me. I have to do everything I can to not flip her onto her back and take over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There will be time to do that later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Right now, I need to give my wife the chance to show me what she needs, so that the next time she is feeling needy, she takes it as well. I want us to be equal in all things, and this is a huge step for a woman like my Winnie.\n\nHer body quivers and it sends me into my downfall. I explode, and when I come back down, I discover she has collapsed on top of me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How long has she been out?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How long was I out after one hell of an orgasm that rocked my world?\n\nI caress her back as I turn us onto our sides. When I start to pull out, I hear her mumbled protest. \"Stay.\"\n\n\"You sure?\" I kiss her nose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Titling her head, so she can look up at me, she nods and yawns." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Weirdly enough, I am. I've missed you. Missed how our bodies rock in slow motion together while we sleep. Stay.\"\n\nStaring my wife in the eyes, I express my thoughts. \"I never dreamed we'd have this connection, that was so much more than a physical need. It's so much more than that, and it only goes to prove, that when a person finds the right one and loves them unconditionally, waits for her until the time for both is right, when that happens, the bond between them is unimaginable. I love you, Winnie.\"\n\n\"I love you too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She whispers against my lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now it is my turn to casually bring both our bodies to heights unknown. I roll her over onto her back and begin rolling my hips in that way we both like. Hitting that spot deep inside of her, while working that sensitive nerve between her folds, just enough to make her moan softly.\n\nI don't rush the process, even when I start to experience the burning heat travel down my spine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When my mind tries to coerce me to pick up the pace, so it can get there faster, I push those thoughts aside and keep moving slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I do so because I know from practice, that when I do reach the ultimate high, it will be better and send us both into a deep sleep.\n\n\"Stan.\" She whimpers beneath me. \"Oh wow. Yes.\"\n\nI feel her body start to tremble and tighten around me. Each and every time that happens, I find myself falling behind her, and this time is no different." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My body tightens from the top of my head all the way down to my toes, and all the pressure is released deep inside her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is the most pleasant sensation and knowing my love has given it to me, warms me all over again.\n\nAs soon as we have both relaxed again, I roll back onto my side, bringing her with me. This time I don't attempt to free myself, instead I draw her close and hold her, while we both fall into a deep sleep.\n\nPast experience alerts me that our bodies will do this off and on all night leisurely while we sleep soundly. When we wake, we will be exactly as we are now, still riding that high that only comes from being with the one person who is your entire world." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with four sentences in the style of Lily Mayne." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's not going to leave, is she?\" Lilac said to me as we sat on the camp wall, our legs hanging over the side.\n\nI stared down at Mary's RV. Faint strains of crackly music drifted through the vehicle's open window, where I could see Mary smoking a cigarette and sipping something cold from a tall glass, enjoying the sunset." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked like she was on vacation, not living in an old, worn RV being pulled by two huge, fleshy monsters, accompanied by a bodyguard that carried a war hammer and had a cage encasing his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been two weeks, and she hadn't budged. She also hadn't attempted to engage us. It was like she had decided to just wait us out—wait for us to shunt Aury out of our camp and into the Wastes, where she would be ready to pluck him up and take him away.\n\nOr maybe she was waiting for Anchor to take her up on her previous offer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We'd had another vote a few days earlier about whether to let Aury stay, which had filled me with rage, but I was just one of many here and I couldn't put a stop to it despite how cold and inhuman it felt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least Anchor hadn't mentioned the trade Mary had offered.\n\nThe camp had voted to let Aury stay, but it had been terrifyingly close. I didn't think I was a particularly vindictive person, but I made a point of memorising every raider who voted to kick Aury out, knowing that Mary was waiting out there to snare him, like a spider in a web.\n\nLilac had voted to let Aury stay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I knew he came across as cold and unfeeling, but I was pretty sure he cared about Aury in his own way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the very least, he was indifferent.\n\n\"Not without Aury,\" I croaked in reply to Lilac's question. Just saying the words out loud made me go cold.\n\n\"She'll be waiting a long time, then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilac's voice was as flat and emotionless as ever, but his words made me feel better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of the camp didn't seem to care, or at least hadn't commented on the fact that Aury stayed in my room every night. It was pretty obvious that there was something between us, even though it wasn't like we socialised with other raiders. I'd never really done that, anyway.\n\nThere were a few who gave me revolted looks now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Cutter was always eager to voice his disgust for me and Aury in general, not necessarily about the fact that we were… romantically involved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could tell Anchor didn't know what to make of it and was worried about my emotional investment in Aury. I knew it was partly for my own sake, and partly for the potential upset it could bring to the camp.\n\nI was addicted to him. I hadn't before realised how starved my body had been for intimate touch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For sex. But it was more than that, too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I felt like I'd woken up after a long sleep. Like I had something driving me each day, rather than going through the motions. He made mundane things feel new and joyful again, like reading or gardening or tending to the hens. Aury was eager to experience it all, no doubt due to spending over a decade trapped in a tiny cell deep underground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every night, when I went to sleep with him curled around me, my chest felt so full that it might burst." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like there was so much emotion filling me up that I didn't have a big enough outlet for it all, despite the fact that we had sex in some form almost every night. We were frantic for each other.\n\nThe brush of Lilac's arm against my sleeve knocked me back out of my head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small figurine and his whittling knife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I glanced down as he did it, and my hand snapped out to grab his wrist before I could stop myself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilac went stiff at the touch.\n\n\"Is that… nail polish?\" I asked in an incredulous voice, staring hungrily at the bright pink tips of his long, bony fingers. I was unspeakably jealous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where did you get still-good nail polish from?\" I demanded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were bottles and bottles of the stuff in old stores—wasn't like it was something people wanted to scavenge—but they were all twenty years old, so the polish inside was either thick, gloopy sludge or a stiff block of colour. I always gazed at them longingly when I was out scavenging, because the thought of being able to change a little detail about myself like that was so appealing, even if they would be hidden beneath my gloves. For the most part, the Wastes were bleak and boring. It was probably stupid to want so badly to be able to have a tiny splash of colour—something so frivolous—but I couldn't help it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Evidently, neither could stoic, unfeeling Lilac." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He yanked his hand back. \"Stole it from Mary,\" he said, tone defensive.\n\nI gaped at him. \"You what? When did you do that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When we went to speak to her with Anchor. When she first got here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I continued staring at him with envy. \"What the fuck! I barely saw you move in there. How many did you steal?\"\n\nLilac shrugged as he began lazily whittling. \"A few.\"\n\n\"Well, share them!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, they're mine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I narrowed my eyes at him. \"Let me borrow them, at least. Please?\"\n\nHe narrowed his bright-green eyes back at me over his plain black mask. \"Will you look after them?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes!\" I blurted, stomach twisting with excitement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wondered if Aury would want me to paint over his naturally greyish-green nails. Rig would want his painted, no question. \"What colours did you steal?\"\n\n\"This.\" Lilac raised his hand to wiggle his fingers, showcasing the bright pink. \"Red and purple.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can I borrow the pink?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I asked immediately. \"And the red? Rig will want red.\"\n\nLilac rolled his eyes. \"You can't just use them all up painting everyone's nails in here.\"\n\n\"Not everyone,\" I protested, \"just me and Rig. And maybe Aury.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilac grunted. \"Fine. Come and get them later.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I couldn't help but grin behind my mask, leaning over to bump his shoulder with my own. \"Thanks, Lilac.\"\n\nHe just grunted again, back to whittling. We sat in silence for a while—not quite companionable, because Lilac wouldn't have admitted to being friends with anyone, but something close. I was scanning the still, lifeless horizon when movement beneath us, close to the camp wall, caught my eye." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I quickly leaned forward and looked down, then stilled in shock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What the hell does Rig think he's doing?\" I croaked, watching my best friend furtively hug the camp wall, making his way toward the RV. I could see the aytorin already watching him, as unmoving as ever.\n\nI went to scramble to my feet when Lilac's hand shot out and gripped my arm. \"Leave it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Huh?\" I stared at him, brows pinched, before darting another anxious glance down at Rig as he started walking toward the aytorin, backpack slung over one shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He did the same thing the other night when I was on watch. Told me beforehand he was going to,\" Lilac said, sounding entirely too unemotional to be delivering this terrifying news to me.\n\n\"What?\" I spluttered. \"You knew, and you've been letting him do this?\"\n\nLilac gave a tiny shrug, still whittling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He can do what he wants. He said he'd only do it when I'm on watch so I can keep an eye on him. But the beastie doesn't seem interested in hurting him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What the hell?\" I stared down at Rig, who was standing beside the aytorin now. Rig was a decent height, but next to the beastie he looked small from all the way up here. Vulnerable. Worry clenched my insides as I watched, terrified the aytorin was going to swing that huge war hammer and kill Rig right in front of me.\n\nHe didn't. He just stood there, focused on Rig, who was speaking rapidly to him, gesturing at his backpack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then the aytorin's caged head bobbed once in a slight nod, and the pair of them walked around the RV until they were out of sight, the chain keeping the beastie attached to the vehicle stretched almost to its limit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shit,\" I stammered, trying to get to my feet again.\n\nOnce more, Lilac stopped me and I gritted my teeth, wanting to tear his hand off my arm. \"Ghost, calm down. Rig's an adult. He can go speak to the beastie if he wants.\"\n\n\"What if Mary sees him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I blurted, mind racing with how badly this could go wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "God, Rig was a naïve idiot sometimes. \"She wants Aury. She could hold Rig hostage in exchange for him and threaten to kill him if we don't—\"\n\n\"I doubt that will happen.\" Lilac sounded sceptical—maybe even a touch amused at my catastrophising." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's being careful, anyway. She doesn't know he's there—look.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I begrudgingly admitted Lilac was right. Mary was still lounging by the window on the opposite side of the RV, a tattered paperback in one hand and cigarette in the other. The music was still playing, drifting up to us on the top of the wall, but too faint for me to try and work out what it was.\n\n\"I'll keep an eye on them,\" Lilac told me. \"I promise.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lilac, you are far too fucking relaxed about this,\" I gritted out, twisting in place to glare over at the raider who was supposed to be keeping watch over the camp entrance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How did he get all the way to the RV without anyone else spotting him? Who is that keeping watch over there?\"\n\nI peered closer, trying to make it out, when Lilac told me, \"Cutter,\" in his flat voice.\n\nMy jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would crack. Of course it was, because he was a lazy, good-for-nothing asshole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does Anchor know about this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I asked Lilac as I turned back round to stare down anxiously at the RV. I watched that chain, looking for any kind of movement that might suggest… what? That the beastie was smashing Rig's brains in with his war hammer? I didn't even know what I was looking for, but I was tense and breathless with worry for Rig." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stupid, naïve, trusting Rig." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\" I sensed Lilac side-eye me. \"Are you going to tell her?\"\n\nI gritted my teeth, warring with myself. In the end, loyalty to Rig made me say, \"I'll speak to him first. To try and work out what the hell he thinks he's doing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilac gave a tiny shrug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe he's just trying to be nice. Befriending a beastie who is clearly being held against his will. Just like you have with Aury.\"\n\n\"That's—\" I stopped myself. Because was it really that different?\n\nYes. Yes it was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aury wasn't in the company of a literal villain who roams the Wastes, snatching up monsters to keep on display in her… fucked up dystopian menagerie.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does he look like he's willingly in her company?\" Lilac asked, gesturing down at the RV despite the fact we couldn't currently see the aytorin. \"Don't be a hypocrite, Ghost. Relax. Rig's a big boy. You can't protect him from everything.\"\n\nI went pink behind my mask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you saying I baby him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm saying you worry. About everything. All the time.\"\n\nI spluttered. \"I think I'm warranted in worrying about Rig sneaking out of camp to speak to a huge, scary beastie with a cage on his head and a war hammer!\"\n\n\"It's Rig's choice,\" Lilac said calmly. \"He knows the risks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I groaned in frustration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That doesn't mean I'm just going to sit by and—\"\n\n\"Ghost!\"\n\nAnchor's voice made me jump as she yelled up from behind us, down in the camp. I cast a final worried look at the RV and that chain before getting to my feet and walking to the inner edge of the container, peering down into the camp below." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Need to speak to you,\" Anchor called, far below me, hands cupped around her masked mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Diner in two minutes.\"\n\nI gave her a thumbs up to let her know I'd heard, then turned around to stare hard at the back of Lilac's head. \"Keep an eye on Rig,\" I told him. As I walked past his bent head, I swiped at the back of his high ponytail, making Lilac hiss with irritation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop whittling and watch them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am,\" he shot back, annoyance creeping into his usually blank voice.\n\nI made my way down the hatch and into the container network, already anxious about why Anchor wanted to talk to me. Was she going to kick Aury out? Had she finally decided to take Mary up on her offer?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was already gloomy within the camp when I emerged out of the shipping containers, the sun too low in the sky to reach us over the wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Overhead, the sky was a bruised purple with a splash of red, and the air was cooling rapidly. A few raiders were coming back from the vegetable patch as I made my way over to the diner, and the slightly accusatory way they eyed me told me that Aury had been there—probably still was.\n\nAnchor was fidgety when I entered the diner, straightening up from the counter as soon as I stepped inside. \"What's she doing?\" she asked, taking a step toward me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shrugged. \"Nothing. Just sitting there like she's on vacation.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anchor grunted, lifting a hand to scrub it over her forehead. \"She's fucking with us.\"\n\n\"No,\" I said. \"She wants Aury. She's waiting us out, but will she forever? Anchor, we need to do something before she does. What if she tries to get in and grab him?\" I asked worriedly.\n\n\"I know, I know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anchor rubbed her eyes, then dropped her hand with a hard sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But that's not what I want to speak to you about.\"\n\nWhen she gave me a tentative, beseeching look, my heart plummeted.\n\n\"Before Moth left, he asked if we'd been to the Topeka camp recently to ask them if they've heard anything about Cat,\" Anchor began, and my heart dropped even further.\n\nThe Topeka raider camp wasn't actually near Topeka in Kansas—that was just the closest former major city." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was further north-west, and was several days' walk from here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was apparently almost as old as our camp, and Cat and Anchor were friendly with its leader, Wick. I'd been there a few times in the past to trade with them on behalf of the camp.\n\n\"Didn't Moth ask them himself when he was there?\" I said quickly, to try and deter what I knew Anchor was going to ask me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shook her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He hasn't been there for a while. We were just talking about our search for Cat, and he asked if we'd been there to see if they knew anything. And we haven't, so…\" She trailed off, giving me a placating look.\n\nEvery inch of me was already tense. I didn't give her any slack. If she was going to make me do this, she was going to damn well ask. \"So…?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anchor sighed. \"I'm sorry, Ghost, but we've exhausted all other avenues. If you could just go there to ask—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not leaving Aury unprotected while Mary's still camped outside.\" I was shocked at myself for denying Anchor, but I fisted my hands in my gloves and stood my ground.\n\n\"He won't be unprotected. He'll still be safely inside the camp. Lilac will still be here to watch him. So will I. So will Rig.\"\n\nSo I was the only one who didn't get to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could feel myself getting hot with the rising need to yell at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To tell her to send someone else out there for once—a raider who didn't have someone waiting for them back at the camp. Who didn't have someone they truly cared about.\n\nIt must have showed on my face, because Anchor sighed and gave me an unhappy look. \"I didn't want to ask, Ghost. I've been waiting because I was hoping Mary would get tired and leave. But she isn't. And we can't just put our lives on hold forever because she's sitting out there. As long as you're careful slipping out of the camp—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They won't know anything, Anchor,\" I interrupted, my voice trembling with barely controlled frustration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It'll be pointless. Cat won't be there. They won't be able to tell me anything.\"\n\nAnchor's face hardened. \"They might. We have to try. We can't just give up when Cat's out there, needing us to help him. If he could get back on his own, he would have. So that means he needs us to keep looking.\"\n\nOr he's dead. The words hovered on the tip of my tongue, but I could see in Anchor's glare that she wouldn't acknowledge them if I said them.\n\nWe stood at an impasse for a few tense moments, staring at each other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The squeak of the diner door opening made me look toward it, in time to see Rig stepping inside, slightly breathless and pink behind his mask, like he'd just jogged his way here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey,\" he said, glancing between us. \"What's going on?\"\n\nI gritted my teeth and pointed at him. \"I need to speak to you in a minute.\"\n\nRig's wide brown eyes told me he knew exactly what I wanted to talk to him about, but he just nodded wordlessly, Adam's apple bobbing beneath the edge of his leather mask as he swallowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I just… I asked Ghost if he'd be willing to go to the Topeka camp to see if they've heard anything about Cat,\" Anchor said, sounding a little less hard-headed now that my pit bull had shown up to defend me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite my anger at Rig sneaking out to speak to the beastie, I wanted to reach over and cling to his arm.\n\nRig frowned at Anchor, brows pinching. \"Is it, like, an essential trip, though?\"\n\nAnchor's forehead went ruddy as her hands balled up into fists." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Am I the only one who still gives a fuck about Cat?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she exploded, dark eyes getting glossy. \"Yes Rig, it's essential to me because Cat is still out there somewhere. We need to find him.\"\n\n\"I get that, and of course we still care about Cat. Of course we want to find him.\" Rig's voice was calm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does it have to be Ghost?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anchor stared between us, eyes slightly wild. She looked like she had just about reached her breaking point. \"It's always Ghost,\" she burst out. \"It's always been Ghost. He's our scout. That's his job.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She swung her dark eyes toward me, giving me an accusatory glare." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't want to do your job anymore? You want to stay here with your beastie instead? Your loyalties have changed pretty quick, Ghost.\"\n\n\"Hey, what the hell, Anchor,\" Rig exclaimed, gripping my forearm, even as my stomach twisted with anxiety at her words. Shit, she was going to kick me out of camp, and the nerves were making me tongue-tied, and I couldn't even tell her she was wrong—\n\n\"God, I'm sorry.\" Anchor was shaking her head and covering her eyes with both hands, all that righteous anger gone as quickly as it had flared up. Her voice shook." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry, Ghost. I didn't mean it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was panting with anxiety, breaths leaving me in shallow little bursts as we watched Anchor in silence. I couldn't stand seeing her like this. She was truly at her limit—had been for a while, but Mary's arrival had pushed her past it. And as the sole camp leader, she had to try and stay calm and in control all the time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to make the difficult decisions, and it was clearly eating away at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was one of the strongest people I knew, but even the strongest people could collapse under enough pressure.\n\nMy resolve weakened, then crumbled. \"It's okay,\" I mumbled. \"I'll go.\"\n\nRig shook his head, squeezing my arm. \"Someone else can—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It'll be quickest if I do it,\" I interrupted him, voice flat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know the way. I've been before. They know me.\"\n\nI saw Anchor sag with relief, even as she said, \"Are you sure?\"\n\nRig was watching me, brows drawn, but he waited for me to speak. I nodded once. \"I'm sure.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then I stared at her hard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As long as you promise to protect Aury. Get Lilac to keep an eye on him.\"\n\nShe nodded quickly. \"I promise.\"\n\nI turned to leave. \"I'll head out tomorrow,\" I said as I walked to the door, Rig quickly following." }, { "from": "human", "value": "God, I was such a pushover." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you, Ghost,\" Anchor called after me, but I didn't stop as I shoved my way out of the diner and strode across the camp, Rig still hot on my heels.\n\nWhen we reached our doors, I grabbed Rig's sleeve and dragged him into my room with me. Now that I knew I'd be leaving camp, the worry about him sneaking out to see the aytorin had tripled. I wouldn't be here to watch him, and if Lilac was watching Aury, Rig could easily get hurt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before I could say any of that though, Rig spoke up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You could have refused,\" he said as he shut the door behind him, voice tentative.\n\nI snorted without humour as I pulled off my mask. \"Who else is going to do it?\"\n\nRig looked over at me, his own mask now in his hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He cleared his throat and looked down at it, running his fingers over the studs punched into the leather." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you really hate it?\"\n\nI stilled. \"Hate what?\"\n\n\"Going out into the Wastes.\"\n\nI stared at Rig in disbelief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you kidding? Of course I do!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rig flushed, looking shamefaced. \"Sorry, dumb question. I just… I thought maybe before Aury you… liked the chance to get out of camp. I mean, you volunteered to start going out scouting almost as soon as we got here.\"\n\nI shook my head. \"Yeah, because I didn't want to be dead weight!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I took a breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wasn't angry at Rig, and my tone was too sharp. \"You were useful, Rig,\" I tried to explain. \"You could make stuff. Fix stuff. All I had going for me was… being fast and unnoticeable.\"\n\nRig frowned and stepped closer to me, discarding his mask on the table on his way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's not true, Ghost.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah. It is.\" My voice was flat. \"But it's fine. It's not…\" I rubbed my face. \"I can go. Whatever. It's fine.\"\n\n\"You could ask Lilac to go,\" Rig offered, gazing at me with big brown eyes like a kicked puppy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I felt bad that I'd vented my frustration on him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't his fault he was useful and good at fixing stuff.\n\n\"Lilac's needed here. To protect the camp.\"\n\nRig made a frustrated sound. \"I don't want you to go. Not if you hate it that much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His face flushed again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry, Ghost. I was being a dumbass, convincing myself that you actually wanted to be out there, because it made me feel better for staying here all the time, I guess.\"\n\nHe looked so miserable that I forced a crooked smile onto my face and clapped him on the shoulder. \"Don't be silly. Not your fault, dork.\" Then I remembered I was mad at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you could do me a favour while I'm gone and not be a fucking idiot.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Huh?\" Rig's brown eyes were wide and innocent. Too innocent.\n\n\"What the hell are you doing, Rig?\" I gave his shoulder a weak shove. \"Sneaking out there to talk to that beastie?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He went red. \"I just—He needs help. He doesn't want to be stuck with Mary. You can see that for yourself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He could be dangerous!\"\n\n\"Aury could have been, too,\" he shot back immediately.\n\n\"But Aury clearly wasn't, Rig. He was chained up and injured.\" I gestured in the vague direction of Mary's RV outside the camp wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That dude is huge and has a gigantic war hammer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rig cleared his throat. \"We don't know that for certain.\"\n\nI stared at him. \"What? What the hell are you—\" It dawned on me, and I made an impatient sound. \"Be serious, Rig.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay, look.\" Rig held up his hands in placation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just want to try and help him. And those other two beasties chained up.\" He made a face. \"Maybe not the little one. It freaks me out and she seems to have domesticated it, anyway. But if I can get the aytorin and two borolesh free—\"\n\n\"How are you planning on freeing them?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I blurted. \"They're chained up! If they could break those chains, they would have. What makes you think you can?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have a rotary blade,\" Rig shot back like a petulant child.\n\n\"You don't think Mary's going to notice you cutting through the chains attached to her RV? You don't think she might have something to say if she looks out the window and sees you liberating her monster slaves? She has a gun in there, Rig,\" I said, voice cracking with worry. \"I saw it. What if she spots you out there and just shoots you?\"\n\nRig went red again, this time with indignant anger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I'm going to do something,\" he snapped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know how the hell she captured them in the first place, but if I can just get them free, surely she won't be able to again. Maybe the aytorin can shelter here until she leaves—\"\n\n\"Jesus Christ, Rig.\" I scrubbed at my face.\n\n\"Look, I didn't ask for your input, alright?\" he said, tone uncharacteristically sharp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So just stay out of it. I'm doing it on my own. I don't need your help.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His words stung, and I could tell from his face when I looked at him that he regretted them. \"I'm sorry,\" he croaked.\n\n\"I'm just worried you'll get hurt,\" I told him.\n\nRig's face softened. He stepped closer to rest his hands on my shoulders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know, and I love you, but… you worry about everything, Ghost,\" he added, voice hesitant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sometimes that much worry is crippling. I'll be careful. I'm not stupid. I know what I'm doing.\"\n\nI shook my head, vision blurring a little as I looked away. \"I know you're not stupid.\"\n\nRig closed the final distance between us and yanked me into a hug, squeezing his arms around me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just trust me, okay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nodded against his shoulder, body drooping.\n\n\"And you be careful too, yeah?\" he added, squeezing me tighter before we parted. \"Out there. What's the Topeka camp like?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I exhaled, stomach clenching at the thought of the long journey there on foot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Um… they're fine. Much bigger camp than ours. They're in an old high school, and it's huge.\"\n\n\"What's the leader like?\"\n\n\"Wick?\" I shrugged, thinking back. It had been a year or so since I'd last gone there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seems fair. Well-liked. He and his wife Vesta seem to run things pretty well, especially considering there's so many of them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How many?\"\n\nI shrugged again. \"Maybe… fifty?\"\n\nRig whistled. \"Damn. I don't think I could handle living with that many people.\" He chuckled.\n\nDespite the tension coursing through me, I managed to lift one corner of my mouth in a smile, my face feeling like it might crack from the effort. \"Same.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rig snorted and gently punched my shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can barely handle living with less than half of that amount.\"\n\nHe was right. Truthfully, I knew I'd be fine if the only people I ever saw again for the rest of my life were Aury, Rig and maybe Lilac. Anchor would have been on that list before she started sending herself to an early grave from stress. Cat would have been too, but he was gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I sighed. \"I'm going to go find Aury and tell him I have to leave tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rig made a face. \"He won't like that.\"\n\n\"I know,\" I said as we headed for the door, wondering if I should be ashamed of the selfish warmth that bloomed in my chest at the thought of Aury actually caring that I'd be out there and not with him. I knew Rig cared and worried about me too, but with Aury, it was different.\n\nWith Aury, everything was different." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\nfour sentences\n\nStyle:\nLily Mayne" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Further up the river, we came across the cabin we'd slept in the night before. It was a decent size and surprisingly clean inside, although it had been stripped almost down to its bones by the nearby raider camp. The only loose furniture that remained were a huge, solid wood dining table and an old, sagging couch, both of which were too large to fit through the door. The kitchen counters were cleared, every cupboard door hanging open, their interiors bare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A big stone fireplace took up most of the wall opposite the couch, and there was a rectangular patch in front of it where the floorboards were a darker, richer colour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There had probably been a rug there at some point. Raiders really did take anything that could prove even the slightest bit useful.\n\nWithout much discussion, we stripped down and washed up in the river. It was clear we were both trying to wash the day away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was mercifully free of any blood, but Aury's hair and face and hands were smeared with it—both his own and others'—and he scrubbed hard at his skin in the cold water until it was raw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he started shaking violently again, breathing hard and head twitching with his nervous tic, I coaxed him back inside and helped him pull his stolen clothes back on over wet skin. I wished I'd taken a shirt from one of the raiders for him. I searched the cabin, but every item of clothing was long gone, no doubt scavenged years ago.\n\n\"I'm sorry you don't have a shirt,\" I said, my voice sounding loud in the still silence of the cabin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't mind,\" Aury said, looking over to smile at me from where he sat on the old couch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't really feel the cold.\" He was still trembling though, arms wrapped tight around himself.\n\nI wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how. I didn't know how to try and alleviate the guilt I could tell he was feeling for the mass slaughter of an entire camp of raiders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Could he remember doing it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or was it like… a black out when he turned into that thing? I didn't want to ask him in case it upset him even more, but I knew that we were going to have to discuss it at some point soon. Very soon.\n\nWe needed to work out where we were going to go. Where we were going to live that was safe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Where Aury wouldn't be found by the military or Mary or whoever else was out there wanting to capture him and keep him chained up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My head started to hurt, and I tried to push the thoughts away as I walked over to the big table and shrugged my backpack off. I couldn't do anything about any of it right now. I needed to try and clear my head, just enough to get some rest so I wasn't running on empty out here. Even though it was clear now why other monsters avoided Aury, this was still the Wastes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was still dangerous." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I carefully set the rifle down on the table, as well as my mask and jacket, which I hadn't bothered putting back on after our bath in the river. I knew I should eat something, but I couldn't bring myself to do it just yet, my stomach still roiling. Instead, I pulled out my canteen and had a small sip of water just to wet my parched throat.\n\nThe light was fading outside, and we didn't have a light source, which meant soon it would be dark in the cabin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stood there staring at the scuffed, gouged top of the table, wondering if I'd even be able to sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the corner of my eye, I saw Aury stand up from the couch and hesitantly make his way over, so I forced myself to look up and smile at him.\n\nHis eyes were bleak with worry. \"I can—If you're worried, I can leave,\" he said as I turned to face him, screwing the lid back on my canteen and setting it down on the table. \"I can come back in the morning. If you don't… feel safe sleeping with me here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My insides crumbled. \"Aury, no.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stepped closer and laid my palms on his bare chest. There was no heartbeat, but I could feel the life coursing through his veins. \"I'm not… I'm not scared of you now.\" As I said it, I realised it was true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But we should…\" I hesitated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We should talk about what happened. At some point.\"\n\nAury flinched. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and, at length, nodded. \"At some point,\" he said in a trembling voice. \"But not now. Not tonight. Please.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a moment of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need you, Gage. I don't want to… I can't think about it right now.\"\n\nI nodded immediately and reached up to cup his cheek. \"That's fine.\"\n\nAury leaned down to kiss me, his mouth trembling against mine. His arms tightened, pulling me closer until I was plastered against him, and it didn't take me long to realise what he'd meant when he'd said he needed me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't know whether to be ashamed when a throb of arousal pulsed through me, tightening my groin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was this disrespectful, that I could need Aury this way after… what had happened? Was I sick in the head? Maybe I was. Maybe there was something wrong with me, that I could still love this monster after witnessing what he was capable of.\n\nI shoved all those thoughts away as I kissed Aury back with increasing need, suddenly desperate for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We pulled at each other's clothes frantically until we were naked, and even though the air in the cabin was cool, I couldn't feel it as I backed Aury up until the backs of his thighs hit the edge of the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once I'd urged him to sit, his discarded coat beneath his ass, I sank to my knees in front of him.\n\nAury's dark brows pinched with lust as he gazed down at me, long fingers stroking my cheek. \"Gage,\" he rasped, and I stared back up at him as I dropped a kiss on his thigh. Then another, closer to the crease of his groin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I licked up the side of his cock, Aury's head fell back on a sharp exhale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His wings gave a mighty thump on the table behind him. I swirled my tongue softly over the head before licking down the other side, and heard the rasp of his wings over the tabletop as they flickered in reaction.\n\nI nuzzled his sac briefly, just to hear his breathless moan, but I was eager to suck him, so I quickly licked my way back up to the head, which was leaking now. I made a soft sound of pleasure as I kissed the wet tip, tonguing the tiny slit for more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gage,\" Aury moaned again, thighs trembling under my arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sucked him into my mouth, as deep as I could, using the tip of my tongue to trace the fattest vein that coiled up the underside of his shaft. His cock throbbed in my mouth.\n\nI was painfully hard, and I reached down to give my cock a stroke where it hung between my spread knees. Aury moaned and leaned back on his elbows on the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I slid my mouth free to watch as he brought his knees up, propping those dark, taloned feet on the edge of the table, thighs spread wide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please touch me,\" he rasped, the tilt of his hips making the true meaning of his request obvious.\n\nMy dick throbbed so hard in my fist at the sight that I had to let go of it, worried I'd come. I raised my hand and trailed my fingers over his tight sac, caressing until he sucked in a sharp breath. I let my fingers dip lower, until they brushed over his hole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Our eyes met over the stretch of Aury's body as I circled the tiny pucker with my fingertip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I leaned in to drop a kiss on his inner thigh, close to his tight sac, Aury shuddered.\n\nHis chest was heaving as he gazed down at me, brows pinched with arousal. \"Use your tongue,\" he begged.\n\nI moaned low in my throat at the request, already leaning back in as I palmed Aury's inner thighs and pushed them higher." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He groaned, hands reaching out to grip the edges of the table either side of him for balance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His breath left him in a heavy rush when my tongue swirled over his hole, wings twitching from their trapped position beneath him. I slicked my tongue over the sensitive stretch that led to his balls before returning to that tiny pucker, licking frantically, moaning at the taste of his skin.\n\nWhen I pushed the tip of my tongue just inside him, Aury cried out, his hips jerking. \"Gage.\" His arms were shaking as he gripped the sides of the table, staring down at me, his black eyes wild. \"I need you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My cock bucked at the implication." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stood up fast, gripping his inner thighs tight. \"Do you—\"\n\n\"Don't make me wait.\" He let go of the table with one hand to reach down and slide his fist carelessly over his cock. He'd leaked so much pre-cum that it was covered, glistening, making my mouth water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My hips jerked as he fisted my dick, slicking it from base to tip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I watched, trembling with lust, as he gathered more pre-cum from his belly and reached down to hurriedly circle his hole, pushing a finger briefly inside.\n\n\"Now,\" he pleaded as he returned his hand to the table edge, gripping tight. \"Please.\"\n\n\"Fuck.\" I slid my hands up and down his inner thighs, making him shudder, as I stepped closer until the wet tip of my cock nudged his taint and trailed lower. \"A-are you—I need to prep you—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury shook his head frantically." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, I don't need it. I promise. Please.\" He was panting, black eyes liquid and endless as he gazed at me. \"Please.\"\n\nI had to trust his word. I swallowed thickly as I let go of his thigh to grasp the base of my cock, shuddering with pleasure from just that touch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I dragged the head over his hole and moaned when Aury's asshole twitched before he bore down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, shit.\" My legs went weak, voice trembling with unimaginable lust as the head of my cock slipped inside Aury's body after a brief moment of resistance. He was unbelievably tight. And hot.\n\nAury groaned from deep within his chest, his body trying to suck me in the rest of the way. I gripped his inner thighs tight with splayed fingers, keeping them spread wide as I watched where our bodies joined hungrily, so I could see my cock slide the rest of the way in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sight of it alone nearly made me come, but when Aury shifted and his ass tightened around my dick, my knees went weak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Holy shit,\" I gritted out between clenched teeth. \"I'm not—I'm not gonna last. You feel so good.\"\n\nAury sat up abruptly, changing the angle and making everything get even tighter around my dick. I moaned helplessly, shuddering, my fingers tightening and biting into his skin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Long fingers clenched my hair and dragged my head forward, and then Aury's mouth was devouring mine, his forked tongue thrusting deep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fuck me, Gage. Please,\" he rasped against my mouth, his breaths fast and shallow, before he kissed me again like a dying man.\n\nMy hips jerked of their own accord, burying my cock as deep as it could go in Aury's hot body before pulling halfway out. I did it again, my sac tightening at the sound of Aury's hitching moans against my mouth with each thrust. He was bent practically in half, but it didn't seem to bother him as he gripped the table edge tight with one hand, the other still clenched almost painfully in my hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His wings jerked behind him, like they were reacting to the pleasure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Our tongues fought for dominance, Aury's kiss far more aggressive than usual. The sounds coming out of him became more animalistic as I fucked him harder, faster, but they only made me even more frantic with lust. It pulsed through me, spreading like a fire, and I could tell Aury was feeling that same intense pleasure because his cock was jerking between us, pre-cum dripping in a constant stream and getting everywhere.\n\nI grazed my teeth over his lower lip before breaking the kiss, needing to suck in some deeper breaths." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury watched me, black eyes tight with lust as he leaned back, the hand that had been clenched in my hair returning to the edge of the table to hold on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hooked my arms under his spread thighs until the backs of his knees rested in the crooks of my elbows.\n\nAury groaned and bared his teeth in a pleasured snarl, staring down the length of his body to watch my cock tunnelling inside him. His own dick was an iron bar on his stomach, glistening with pre-cum, even more spilling down his side and onto the table beneath him.\n\nOh fuck. That sight alone was going to make me come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was barrelling up on me, tightening my thighs, my ass, my lower back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fire burned hotter in my belly, pulling my balls up to hug the base of my dick tight.\n\n\"Aury,\" I croaked, and at the sound of my desperate voice, his face softened just a little.\n\n\"Let me feel you, Gage.\" He tilted his hips even more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was unable to resist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gritting my teeth, my hips started hammering, pounding my cock inside Aury's hot body. He clenched up around me, and everything exploded.\n\nI let out a helpless sound as I started to come, sinking my cock as deep as I could and hunching forward over Aury's prone form as I was wracked with intense spasms of pleasure. I gasped for breath, my hips punching forward with each spurt of cum into Aury's body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It felt never-ending, and one last weak spurt left me when Aury groaned and his own hips jerked, his cock pulsing jets of cum onto his belly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was sucking in breaths when I slid my cock free and let Aury's legs drop. My knees were shaky as I leaned down, resting my hands either side of Aury's hips, and sucked his still-hard dick into my mouth with a moan. Aury cried out, letting go of the table to reach down and fist my hair. I sucked and licked him clean, and as I was pulling off his cock with the intention of licking up everything on his stomach, he shuddered and started spurting again into my mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I moaned, swallowing rapidly as Aury gasped and shook above me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When it ended, he collapsed back onto the table, boneless. Even his wings were limp beneath him, as though they too were dazed from pleasure. I smiled up at him, chest swelling with love and satisfaction when he looked down at me with unfocused eyes. His brows pinched when I dipped my head to drag my tongue through the mess he'd made on his stomach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury exhaled a trembling breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I love you,\" he whispered as he reached down to stroke my cheek.\n\nMy insides twisted with longing. I kissed a clean patch on his belly, nuzzling him there. \"I love you too,\" I croaked, meaning it with every part of me." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Lily Mayne" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you know?\" I asked him a while later, when we were twined together on the sagging old couch in the dark cabin. \"That you'd turn into that… into something else?\"\n\nWe were on our sides, facing each other, with one of Aury's wings tucked under me. The other, he'd draped over my body, cocooning us together and blocking out the rest of the cabin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The huge, jutting talons loomed over us, but I wasn't worried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made me feel safe. The cool, leathery feel of the membranes was actually pleasant against my skin. I'd pulled my pants back on, but left off my shirt for the time being.\n\nAury gazed at me with big, solemn eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I knew that my… I had memories of my ancestors. Of the rage and bloodlust.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His gaze went unfocused. \"But I've never… I didn't…\" He fell silent.\n\nI licked my lips. \"What triggered it?\" I asked, dreading the answer that I thought I knew was coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury watched me, and for a second he looked scared of what my reaction would be if he admitted the truth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They hurt you,\" he whispered, then rushed out, \"I'm sorry. I don't mean that it was—I'm not trying to—\"\n\n\"I know,\" I interrupted. I already felt like shit for trying to make it seem like he'd been pinning the blame on me earlier, but it had been a knee-jerk reaction. \"But you… you said you couldn't control it. Right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When I saw that raider hit you, it just… came out.\" His eyes filled with tears. \"I couldn't stop it.\"\n\nI cupped his cheek, stroking my thumb over his scarred skin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's okay.\" We were both feeling calmer, and I didn't want Aury to get upset again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wouldn't erase what had happened.\n\nI took a deep breath and looked at him, into his big eyes, two dark holes in the glowing pallor of his face. \"We need to decide what we're going to do.\"\n\nAury's straight, dark brows twitched into a tiny frown." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he asked, thumb stroking the base of my throat as his long fingers cupped the side of my neck.\n\n\"We can't go back to camp, Aury,\" I said, voice cracking. \"Not if you… if there's a risk that will happen again.\"\n\nHe was silent, staring at me as if he hadn't even considered it before this moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He licked his lips, forked tongue starkly black against the white of his skin in the dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't not go back.\"\n\n\"What?\" I frowned. \"I can do what I want. I don't have to go back there.\"\n\n\"You can't give up living there for me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury's features tightened with worry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's safe in the camp. Protected. You have food and water and—\"\n\n\"I'm not leaving you,\" I told him fiercely. \"We're staying together, Aury. We'll find somewhere new to live. We'll be fine.\"\n\nAury looked frantic. \"It's too dangerous out here, Gage. You won't be safe.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I watched him. \"Are you… worried that you might hurt me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aury shook his head. \"No. I know deep down I never would. I couldn't. I knew that even when I was…\" He stopped himself. \"But there are still so many other dangers. And it's not just that. You need other people, Gage. You don't want to be so isolated. Stuck with just me.\"\n\nThat almost made me smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aury, I'd be happy if I never saw anyone but you and Rig ever again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His face softened but remained sombre. \"But you wouldn't ever see Rig again.\"\n\nThe thought sobered me immediately, and I felt my throat bob hard as I swallowed. \"Rig would be safe and happy in the camp. As long as I know he's safe, then I don't—I don't mind.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't true, but there was no alternative." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aury was shaking his head. \"I can't let you give anything up for me—\"\n\n\"Aury.\" I gripped his face tighter, forcing him to focus on me. \"It's not up to you. It's up to me. I love you. I want to stay with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stared at me, and I could tell he wanted to say something else, but I also got the feeling he knew he wasn't going to win this argument." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My jaw was already set in a stubborn line, and I kept my gaze steady as I looked at him.\n\nEventually, he pursed his lips. \"Where would we go?\"\n\nI'd started thinking about this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We can't go west, because that's where Mary said her menagerie is. What about south?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The tear is to the south. The closer you get, the more monsters there are.\" Aury shook his head. \"It's not safe.\"\n\n\"It'll be too cold if we go too far north.\" I paused, thinking. \"What about north-east? Toward Wisconsin? I don't know what it's like around the Great Lakes, but we could check it out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury was watching me quietly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gave a tiny shrug of one shoulder. \"Whatever you think is best, Gage.\"\n\n\"But are you happy with that plan?\" I asked worriedly. \"We have to be on the same page, Aury. We're in this together.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury leaned forward to kiss me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will do whatever keeps you safest,\" he said, and kissed me again.\n\nI kissed him back, trying not to let my lips draw down into a frown. That felt like a non-answer to me, and I wasn't sure I liked it.\n\nDespite our change in plan, we carried on heading north for the time being." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was hoping to scavenge some items we could trade at the outpost near Omaha, and if that failed, we also had the market near Des Moines." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was already worrying about what I'd do for food and water. I would no longer have the luxury of a group of us working together to survive. I'd be doing it all on my own now.\n\nWhen we started approaching Lincoln, we adjusted our course to skirt around the eastern edge of the city perimeter, rather than the west, which would have kept us on track to the camp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It truly hit me that I'd never see the camp again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd never see Rig again, or Lilac, or Apollo or Anchor.\n\nFor a brief, desperate moment I wondered if maybe we could go back first, just so I could say goodbye—just so Rig wouldn't worry about me being dead. But I couldn't. It wasn't safe—for anyone. And if Mary was still there, she'd be right on top of us when we'd have to leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An ache settled in my chest, but I stayed quiet as we walked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wasn't going to make Aury feel guilty for it. It wasn't his fault, and I knew if I told him I wanted to go back to the camp without him, he'd agree without hesitation. But I wasn't going to leave him. I couldn't bear the thought of leaving him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So here we were." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Heading out together into unknown parts of the Wastes.\n\nWe'd been heading north-west toward Omaha for over an hour when we reached the edge of a tiny town—one of many around here. I was considering whether to search all the houses for things to scavenge when movement outside of an old coffee shop made me grab Aury's arm in a tight grip, stilling him.\n\nIt was a kid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't look any older than seventeen—the same age Rig had been when he'd been thrown out into the Wastes—and he was wearing dirty, ripped jeans and a faded yellow t-shirt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His blond head was bent low, obscuring his face.\n\nHe was crouching beside an upturned trash can, tattered backpack straps looped over thin shoulders as he hunched over, picking through garbage. His backpack was flat. It didn't look like he had anything in there at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something in me crumbled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked thin and dirty and scared. There was a long graze down one forearm and a hole in the side of his t-shirt, showing pale skin underneath. I couldn't see a single weapon—not even a bat or a crowbar or anything he could swing to defend himself.\n\nI called out before I could second-guess myself. \"Hey.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The boy's head jerked up, and the overwhelming relief that flooded over his features loosened the knot of tension in my chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He scrambled to his feet and stumbled toward us.\n\n\"Oh my god, I'm so glad to—\" He drew up short when he seemed to finally notice Aury, eyes growing wide with terror.\n\n\"He's okay,\" I said quickly, lacing my fingers through Aury's. \"This is Aury. We're not going to hurt you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The boy hesitated for a moment longer, but desperation and relief at finding other people won out, and he hurried closer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I haven't seen anyone else since I got kicked out of the city,\" he said, already tearful. \"And then something started chasing me and I just—\"\n\n\"Are you hurt?\" I asked, looking him over. The graze on his arm looked a couple of days old." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The kid shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I managed to get away, but it was close.\" He gulped. \"And then last night I was pretty sure something was outside the house I slept in, but it was too dark to see.\"\n\nHe looked at Aury again, eyes wary but fascinated. \"So you're a… you're a nice monster?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked, sounding painfully young." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a pause before Aury nodded, but the kid didn't look any more reassured.\n\nWide blue eyes turned back to me, dirty blonde bangs obscuring his brows. \"I've been trying to find stuff—you know, supplies—but there's nothing out here.\" He sounded despaired. \"Everywhere's been stripped bare.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why are you out here?\" I asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The kid flushed. \"I got kicked out of the city for stealing cash from the register of the hardware store I worked in.\" His eyes filled up with tears again. \"They didn't even let me say goodbye to my mom.\"\n\nI exhaled, reaching up to rub a gloved hand over my forehead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This kid would be dead within hours if we just sent him on his way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was surprised he'd made it this far into the Wastes from the coast.\n\n\"We're heading toward a trader outpost,\" I told him. \"You can come with us 'til we get there. Then you can grab supplies, and we can…\" I hesitated. \"Maybe we can point you in the direction of a raider camp.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh my god, thank you so much.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boy sniffed and hitched up the strap of his backpack as it slipped down his skinny arm.\n\n\"You have to stay quiet,\" I told him. \"Stay alert. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to freeze, you do it. Okay?\"\n\nHe was nodding eagerly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, yeah, of course.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I let out a breath and glanced at Aury, silently asking him what he thought. He shot me a small smile back, giving me a tiny nod as he squeezed my fingers.\n\nI looked back at the boy. \"Okay, let's go.\"\n\nHe fell into step beside me, jittery and anxious, as we started down the main street of the town." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I only just started looking around here, so maybe we'll find something good in one of these houses,\" he said, words tripping together in his haste to get them out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll look, but stay quiet,\" I said, somewhat impatiently. I was used to being alone out here, and suddenly I had two companions to worry about. I squeezed Aury's fingers again, just to reassure myself that he was with me.\n\n\"Oh yeah, shit, sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The kid gripped the straps of his backpack, full of nervous energy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just tend to—\"\n\nAury suddenly stopped mid-stride, his entire body stiffening a split second before a low, raspy warble filled the air. I froze too, limbs going cold.\n\nThe kid vibrated beside me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What was that?\" His voice was already terrified." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shut up,\" I hissed, ears straining, trying to work out what direction the sound had come from. Because that had definitely been a beastie, and it definitely didn't sound friendly.\n\nThe sound rang out again, and the boy jumped. \"Oh my god. Oh shit,\" he whimpered, and I gritted my teeth, but before I could tell him to be quiet again, a flash of something big and brown lumbered into view from the side of the very last house in the street." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was bear-sized, with a domed back that could have been either thick hide or a shell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was too hard to tell from this distance, but it looked hard and solid, the brown surface gleaming. It had thick, hairy arms and legs that bulged with muscle, and as it turned to face us, I saw its long head ended in a split snout, with teeth sprouting in every direction.\n\nIts body shook with excitement, and that low warbling sound escaped its throat again, hungry and rabid.\n\n\"Run,\" I muttered to the boy, because he was weaponless and, quite frankly, useless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he either didn't hear me or physically couldn't get his body to move, because he stayed exactly where he was, trembling violently as he stared at the beastie that was slowly padding its way down the street toward us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as I was gearing up to make a grab for the gun on my back, the creature froze and tilted its head up, sniffing the air. When it lowered its head again, I noticed its eyes were long and thin and set far back in its head. It probably had poor eyesight, but it seemed to be good at sniffing out prey.\n\nThe beastie made a different sound—a soft, short warble." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took a cautious step back, then another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time I realised what was happening, the creature was scrambling back, whimpering with fear, before it turned and lumbered away as fast as it could.\n\nI let out a shaky breath and turned to look up at Aury. He gazed back down at me in silence, but I thought I could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. It was no doubt incredibly lonely, having everything be scared of you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And it wasn't like there were other ryckes that he could spend time with, even though it didn't sound like that would have been a better option, anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I squeezed his hand tight, smiling up at him, knowing he'd be able to see it in my eyes even though my mouth was hidden by my mask. After a pause, he smiled back.\n\n\"What the fuck,\" the boy was whispering, voice trembling with fear. \"Why did it—What was that thing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aury probably did, but it wasn't important. \"Let's go before it comes back.\"\n\nI was pretty sure it wasn't going to come back now that it had spotted Aury, but better to be safe than sorry. We carried on walking down the street, the boy trailing behind us, even more jittery than he had been." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When we reached the last house, my steps slowed as unease coiled through me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a military truck parked haphazardly in the alleyway between the last two houses, its back doors still wide open.\n\n\"Is that—Wait, is that a military truck?\" The boy stepped past me, gripping the straps of his backpack tight. He turned back, eyes bright with relief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If the military's near here, we can—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop where you are.\"\n\nEvery inch of me grew tense at the sound of the harsh male voice from the house to our left. A moment later, the front door opened and a soldier stood in the doorway, tall and imposing and dressed head to toe in black, his face hidden by his sleek black helmet.\n\nAnother soldier appeared at the window closest to us, and two more leaned out from upstairs windows on the top floor of the house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of them pointed rifles at us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, thank god,\" the kid breathed. My hand shot out to stop him, but he was already stumbling toward the front porch of the house.\n\n\"Don't come any closer,\" the one at the front door shouted, voice harsh with a hint of panic. \"Get back.\"\n\nBut the kid was still riding on adrenaline, jittery and spaced out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you take us to a safe zone?\" he begged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"STOP,\" one of the other soldiers yelled, and the kid finally listened, but he looked confused as he held up his hands, as if finally realising there was a gun pointed at him. The other three were aimed at me and Aury.\n\n\"We just need help,\" the kid said, glancing back at me. \"I got kicked out of—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you doing with a monster and a raider?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "the soldier at the door asked, voice slightly muffled by his headgear.\n\nThe kid glanced back at Aury and me again with a slight frown. \"I just found them. They were—\"\n\n\"That's one of the specimens from the base,\" a soldier in an upstairs window blurted, voice breaking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Which one?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I saw their helmet move as the soldier shook their head. \"Don't know what type, but I recognise it. Don't think it's one of the violent ones, but…\"\n\n\"But it's scared off that thing,\" another said, sounding apprehensive. \"So maybe it's more dangerous than it seems.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who gives a fuck?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "the one at the window closest to us said, voice impatient. \"The monster that's kept us trapped here for weeks is finally gone. Shoot this one and let's go.\"\n\n\"No,\" I burst out, shoving in front of Aury. \"Don't. We'll go. Just let us go.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury immediately grabbed my shoulders to move me behind him, but the bark from one of the soldiers stopped him dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you move, I'll shoot him.\"\n\nI could hear Aury's fast, panicked breaths behind me, and I wanted to reach back and comfort him, but I didn't dare. The soldiers fell quiet. I could feel the eyes of the one at the front door—the apparent leader—assessing me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The kid stood between us at the bottom of the porch steps, confused and twitchy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Drop the gun and your pack and you can go.\"\n\nI stiffened. \"But you all already have guns.\"\n\n\"Just fucking do it,\" the soldier barked, adjusting the grip on their rifle.\n\nI was breathing fast beneath my mask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know that's a death sentence.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, and?\" said one of the other soldiers—one who seemed a little less stable than their calmer leader. \"You think we give a fuck what happens to a raider out here? Hand your shit over or we'll shoot all three of you.\"\n\n\"I don't have any stuff,\" the kid blurted, and I couldn't blame him for trying to save his own skin. \"Just a few protein bars, some spare socks—here, I'll show you—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop,\" the leader soldier shouted when the boy tore off his backpack and jerked the zipper open, lifting his foot onto the first step of the front porch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Drop the bag,\" the soldier shouted, and I realised with a shot of dread that he thought the kid might be pulling out a gun or some kind of weapon, because he wasn't listening as he stumbled up the steps and his hand dipped into the bag.\n\nThree sharp pops sounded, making me jump out of my skin, and then the boy was jerking back and dropping to the ground at the foot of the steps like a felled tree. The open backpack landed beside him, its contents spilling out, a balled-up pair of dirty white socks rolling to the ground in the ensuing silence.\n\n\"F-f-fuck.\" My voice shook as I stared at the still, lifeless body of the kid between us and the soldiers, three deep-red stains blooming across the fabric of his yellow t-shirt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aury made a nose of distress behind me, hands clasping my shoulders with the intention of moving me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't fucking move,\" a soldier shouted, and then all four guns were pointing at me, because I was still in front of Aury.\n\nI knew what was going to happen even before I felt Aury's body begin to vibrate against my back.\n\nIn an instant I was shoved behind him, and he was rushing toward the house before he'd even finished changing. It was no less shocking the second time, to see that monstrous form straight out of a nightmare, but at least this time it was over far, far quicker." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The soldiers barely had time to yell out their distress, let alone shoot, before Aury had ripped them apart and destroyed the front of the building they'd been hiding in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This time, though, he seemed to be able to control himself better. Once all the soldiers were dead, Aury stood with his back to me, barbed spine heaving with his breaths as he visibly tried to calm himself.\n\nI was shaking, frozen to the spot as I watched him return to the Aury I knew, once again naked. But this time he wasn't trembling with distress." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This time when he turned to face me, I could see only grim determination in his features." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd protected me, and he wasn't sorry about it.\n\nAll I wanted was to feel his arms around me. My feet finally unglued from the ground, and I took a stumbling step toward him. \"Aury.\"\n\nHe strode toward me, brows pinched with concern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he reached me, he cupped the sides of my neck with gentle hands. \"Are you alright?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then I did the least tough-raider-living-in-an-apocalyptic-wasteland-infested-with-monsters thing that I possibly could. I burst into tears." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: Lily Mayne" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stay still.\" For once, Lilac's usually flat voice was coloured with annoyance as he tugged at my hand, splaying it out on the mattress in front of me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not doing this again.\"\n\n\"I'm trying,\" I snapped, wincing when his fingertips dug into my palm. \"You're too bony.\"\n\n\"I'm not bony.\" Lilac's head bent low over my hand as he concentrated. \"I'm toned.\"\n\n\"Whatever,\" I muttered, staring at the top of his dark head, my cheek squashed against my pillow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you keep moping around like this, you're going to end up as soft as a marshmallow,\" Lilac said as he carefully painted my thumbnail bright pink." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then what will happen if you need to run from a beastie.\"\n\nI sighed and rolled onto my back to stare up at the ceiling, extending my other hand when Lilac gestured for it. \"Dunno. I'll get caught, I guess. Bound to happen one day.\"\n\nLilac arched a dark brow at me and yanked my hand closer to where he sat cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, just a touch harder than he needed to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know you're a worrier, but I never pegged you for a defeatist.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I just shrugged, which made Lilac tut with irritation when the movement caused him to accidentally paint the side of my pinky finger. I felt him shoot daggers at me, but he didn't say anything as he bent his head low again.\n\nHe was trying to cheer me up. It wasn't working, but I couldn't decide if that was because I was incapable of being happy right now, or if Lilac's slightly terrifying personality just wasn't conducive to perking up a person's mood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, he was trying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wasn't grateful, exactly, but it made me like him more than I already did.\n\nIt had been eight days since we'd gotten back to camp. Since Aury had left me, and I'd found out Rig was gone. For the first five of those days, Lilac had patiently gone searching in the Wastes with me for Aury." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Never complaining when I made us stay out later than we should, until it was already dark by the time we were getting back to camp, and never voicing what I knew he was thinking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not until the end of the fifth day, when he stopped me just as we were about to head inside the container that led back into the camp.\n\n\"We would have found him by now, Ghost,\" he'd said, with a hand on my shoulder. \"If he's still in the area, and he wants to be found, he's had many opportunities to make himself known.\"\n\nI hadn't answered him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hadn't been able to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd just turned, walked into camp, gone into my room and climbed into bed. For the last three days, I'd sat on the camp wall alone, watching the horizon for any sign of big black wings, retreating back to my bed only when I got so tired I couldn't hold my eyes open.\n\nLilac had forced me to come and relax for a while, and I reluctantly agreed only because he'd been looking after the girls, so I definitely owed him. It made me feel like a terrible chicken parent, but everything was a monumental effort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I just couldn't bring myself to do anything at all except sit and watch, hoping he'd come back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I finally understood Anchor's unwavering refusal to believe Cat was dead. That determination to ignore the most obvious answer. The crushing hopelessness that left you unable to move forward, keeping you frozen in place.\n\nAnchor had tried to come and see me, but I wouldn't respond." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Apollo had asked if he could come and check me over, just to make sure everything was okay with me physically, but I'd said no." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilac was the only one I spoke to or let into my room, because he was mostly silent and the least annoying, except when he was trying to get me to eat. Daisy kept making my favourite foods, so I was forcing them down for her sake, but everything tasted like ash.\n\n\"Seriously, Ghost, you're going to have to get back to normal at some point,\" Lilac said dryly as he painted my nails. \"I thought you wanted to go after Rig, anyway.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I did want to go and start searching for Rig, but that was its own goliath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All we knew was that Mary's place was west. There was a lot of west from here, and I wasn't sure if Lilac would be willing to come with me on that wild goose chase that would take us far, far away from the camp. I'd most likely be going alone. I wasn't sure if I was mentally prepared for that yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But mainly I was scared that if I left to look for Rig, maybe… maybe Aury would come back, and I'd miss him, and then he'd leave again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So I was stuck in limbo.\n\nMy vision blurred as I stared up the ceiling, eyes getting hot. I blinked quickly and turned to look at the top of Lilac's dark head again.\n\n\"Was everyone happy with the new weapons?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I asked to distract myself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hadn't spoken to anyone since that first night, besides Lilac. I'd left my room to go out searching in the Wastes and gone straight back into it every night after we got back, only leaving to shower and use the bathroom in the dead of night when everyone else was asleep.\n\nI was turning into a weird little hermit—the creep who lived in your block but you never saw, just heard in the small hours doing weird shit. We'd lived next door to one of those back in the city, and to this day I still had no idea what they looked like." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wondered if they were still there, and then I wondered if my own parents were even still there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still alive. I had no idea.\n\n\"Ecstatic,\" Lilac said, and I knew he wasn't being sarcastic even though his inflectionless voice made it seem that way.\n\n\"Did Cutter get one?\" I asked resentfully, because I was a petty bitch and I didn't want that asshole to have one of the weapons that Aury, the monster he openly despised, had carried back here for the camp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilac carefully turned my hand to get to my thumbnail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Cutter is currently staying in the room next to Apollo's.\"\n\nI frowned at that, staring at Lilac's ponytail. The room next to Apollo's was kept empty to act as an infirmary when we needed it. \"What happened to him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Got injured while you were gone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I almost rolled my eyes. \"Yes. I figured. How?\"\n\n\"Hand injury. He'll live.\" The unspoken unfortunately passed between us as Lilac lifted his head and his bright-green eyes met mine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though a simple hand injury wouldn't have landed Cutter in the infirmary for an extended period, I didn't ask what had really happened. I didn't care." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilac nodded at my hand. \"Did I do a good job?\"\n\nI lifted both hands above my head and stared up at them, taking in the bright pink polish on my short, blunt nails. He'd done a perfect job, which didn't surprise me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilac's every move was precise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Great. Thank you.\" Unfortunately, I couldn't stir up much enthusiasm.\n\nLilac's quiet exhale as he stood up made me think he realised it had been a futile effort. I felt like an ungrateful asshole, so I sat up, my head swimming from being horizontal for too long.\n\n\"Thanks, Lilac,\" I repeated, examining them again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They look really good.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilac just grunted in response, watching me from beside the bed. \"If I go and get something from Daisy, will you eat it?\"\n\nI flushed at the implication that I was incapable of looking after myself, but… it was kind of true at that moment. The realisation sent a tiny spark of determination through me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To get up and get back to normalcy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I couldn't wallow forever. Aury was gone and he clearly wasn't coming back.\n\nThe thought just made me want to curl back up under the covers.\n\nI nodded and forced myself to smile up at Lilac, knowing I looked like shit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had been weird as hell at first for him to see me without my mask." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only Aury and Rig had seen me without it for longer than I could remember. But, true to character, Lilac hadn't even commented on it.\n\nBefore leaving, he grabbed my book from the nightstand and passed it to me. \"Here. Do not smudge your nails. I'm not doing that again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I took the book from him and carefully opened it to my place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the corner of my eye, I saw Lilac reach a hand into his pocket before leaning over to the nightstand again.\n\n\"I've left something for you on the nightstand, but it's not a big deal and when I come back, I don't want you to mention it.\"\n\nI frowned, looking up from my book. \"What—\"\n\nBut he had already slipped out of the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked over at the nightstand and froze when I saw the little wooden figurine on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With big wings. One damaged.\n\nI tried to swallow around the lump in my throat as I dropped the book on my lap and reached out. I picked it up carefully, staring down at the likeness of Aury that Lilac had carved. The details were incredible—delicate and intricate, down to the little rough patch on the side of its face, just like Aury's burn scars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I sucked in a shuddering breath and ran my painted thumb down the damaged wing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilac had started this a while ago, then. He might pretend to be cold and unfeeling, but he wasn't, deep down.\n\nMy vision blurred, and I knew Lilac would be back soon, so I carefully replaced the figurine on the nightstand and lay down, picking up my book. But when I opened it, I just stared blankly at the page." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I couldn't even enjoy reading anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I just wanted to hear Aury's low voice reading the words to me.\n\nI felt a momentary flash of anger at him. He'd just come into my life, into the camp, and made me fall in love with him, then fucked off even though I'd been literally begging him not to. It wasn't fair. Now everything looked shit and bleak and boring without him, and my best friend wasn't even here to make it better, and it felt like my heart was slowly dying in my chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The page swam in front of me, so I quickly blinked and looked up at the ceiling to stop the tears from falling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I needed to stop crying. Stop wallowing. For so long, I'd been so scared of Anchor deciding I was useless and kicking me out. Well, now I was giving her the reasons to actually do it.\n\nEven that thought couldn't muster any kind of strong reaction from me, though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was going to leave anyway, to find Rig." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As long as I could get him back here safely, that was what mattered. Maybe I should still try the Great Lakes. Just on my own.\n\nThe door opened and Lilac stepped back into the room, carefully carrying a bowl of something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hastily rubbed my wrist over my eyes and pretended I'd been reading." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What have we got?\" I asked, trying to inject a bit of enthusiasm into my voice, seeing as he'd just gone and got my dinner for me—again.\n\n\"Noodle soup.\" Lilac carried the bowl over and set it on the nightstand with a fork and spoon. \"Daisy opened a packet of noodles from the stores just for you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He set his hands on his hips and looked down at me with a blank face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She told me to tell you that.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Lilac.\" I turned onto my side, still holding my book, and eyed the steam rising lazily from the bowl. It smelled good at least. \"I'll let it cool a bit first. And…\" I swallowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you… Thank you for the—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Told you not to mention it,\" he interjected, so I nodded quickly and looked down.\n\nWhen Lilac continued standing there, though, I glanced back up to eye him. \"You don't have to stay in here to watch me eat. I promise I'll eat it.\"\n\n\"It's not that.\" Lilac glanced over at the door, then back at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Moth's here,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He wants to come and see you. Shall I let him in?\"\n\nI groaned and rolled onto my back, letting my book fall to the side. \"Moth's an asshole.\"\n\nLilac didn't say anything, so I looked over at him. \"He is, though, isn't he?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilac's brow twitched. \"You're just still pissy because he left you with those beasties.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I shot up. \"I could've died!\"\n\n\"You weren't going to die.\"\n\nI groaned again in frustration. \"Ugh, you sound just like him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I cast about for something else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, well, he's still an ass. He has a sword. What kind of douchebag carries a sword? Right?\"\n\nLilac was silent for a long moment. \"I kind of like the sword,\" he admitted in a gruff voice.\n\nI rolled my eyes and threw myself back onto my pillow, as if I didn't secretly agree that the sword was kind of cool." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're as bad as he is. Whatever. Let him in if he wants.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I rolled onto my side and pulled the covers back up to my chin.\n\n\"Eat,\" was all Lilac said in return. \"I'll go and get him.\" Then he was gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I blinked at the bowl on my nightstand in the ensuing silence, telling myself to sit up and eat it, but my eyes kept drifting to the little carved figure instead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When there was a knock at my door, I tensed.\n\n\"Ghost?\" Moth's voice sounded hesitant. \"Lilac told me you said it was alright if I came to see you.\"\n\nI considered staying silent so he'd go away, but in the end I couldn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I grunted to let him know he could come in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He did, pale eyes finding me immediately in bed, dark brows furrowing a little. As he clicked the door shut gently behind him, he glanced around my room, taking it all in—not that there was much to see—before looking at me again.\n\nWhen I saw his eyes roam over my face, down my nose to my mouth, I flushed and barely resisted the urge to pull the covers up to my eyes like a child. I'd forgotten I wasn't wearing a mask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was the first time Moth had ever seen my whole face, and it was a weird sensation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My mask was part of my armour. Without it, I felt woefully ill-prepared for any verbal sparring match I was about to have with him.\n\n\"Okay, first, I really don't want to argue with you.\" Moth walked over to the bed and, after hesitating, sank down to sit cross-legged beside it in the spot Lilac had previously occupied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I eyed him, sensing an uneasy truce wavering in the air between us, if I was willing to take it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine,\" I said at length.\n\nMoth nodded once and cast almost desperate eyes around again, like he wanted to take everything in while he had the chance. I saw the moment he noticed the figurine on the nightstand, because he went very still.\n\nHe looked back at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What happened at the Topeka camp, Ghost?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he asked me, voice calm.\n\nI jolted in shock, lifting my cheek off the pillow. That had been the last thing I'd expected him to say. \"What do you mean?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I asked warily. \"I told Anchor, when we got there—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't believe you,\" Moth said bluntly, but then his eyes met mine with a weird mixture of sympathy and apprehension. \"It was the rycke, wasn't it?\"\n\nI swallowed, throat bobbing. \"No,\" I lied. \"When we got there—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I already told you I don't believe you,\" Moth interrupted, leaning forward, his pale eyes boring into mine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just came from there, Ghost. I went to see if they'd heard anything about Cat, because Anchor said you hadn't checked there yet. I didn't know you'd already been until I got here.\" He continued watching me steadily. \"I could smell the rycke all over that camp. His blood.\"\n\nI shivered. I sometimes forgot Moth wasn't entirely human." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I…\" I swallowed, dry throat clicking. \"They threatened—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did he turn into that… Did he change?\" Moth asked me, voice hoarse.\n\nI stared at him, momentarily paralysed with indecision. Moth wasn't stupid. And he was half-monster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of all people, he would perhaps be more sympathetic to Aury's situation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He understood it more.\n\n\"Yes.\" My voice was faint.\n\nMoth's face twitched, and for a second, his eyes tightened with something that looked like devastation. \"He's bonded to you, then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He swallowed. \"Did they try and hurt you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nodded. \"There was someone—They'd killed Wick and Vesta and taken over,\" I said, rushing to explain. \"He—the new leader—was threatening this camp. And then one of them hit me, and Aury…\" I trailed off, because there wasn't really any other way to spin it.\n\n\"He killed everyone and destroyed everything in sight. Except you.\"\n\nI nodded again, feeling as though I should apologise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My eyes got hot. \"I didn't know—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not blaming you, Ghost.\" Moth exhaled and rested a tattooed hand on the mattress between us. \"It's not your fault.\"\n\n\"You tried to warn me, though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My voice shook, and to my mortification, a tear slipped out and ticked my nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't believe you.\"\n\nMoth's brows twitched together in a pained frown, and for a second I thought he was going to reach forward and touch me. I stiffened, not wanting it. Not wanting anyone to touch me except Aury." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That still doesn't make it your fault.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moth's long, tattooed fingers worried the sheet on the bed. \"Aury is the one who did it.\"\n\n\"He said he couldn't control it,\" I rasped.\n\nMoth shook his head, face twisting for a split second with bitterness before he controlled it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When the rycke's mate is in danger, they… tend to fly off the handle. From what I've heard, anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked up at me with a hesitant expression. \"So… where is he? Lilac mentioned he… wasn't here.\"\n\nI bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. \"He left. We were going to leave together, because I know he can't stay here when he… when that could happen again. But then he left without me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My eyes filled up again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He said I'd be safest here, so he just left me.\"\n\nI took a deep breath, trying to calm down. \"And then Anchor told me she'd let Rig leave with that fucking psychopath, Mary, and I just…\" I exhaled, then pursed my lips. \"It's been a shitty week.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moth was gazing at me with sympathy in his eyes, and I hated it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry, Ghost. I know we…\" He flushed, looking down at his fingers as they made pleats in the sheet. \"I know our… friendship deteriorated after that scouting trip. But I swear I didn't leave you to fight off those beasties alone on purpose.\" He looked back up at me, pale eyes intense. \"I wouldn't have done that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I watched him. \"Why did you, then?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moth shook his head, pierced lips pursing with frustration. \"It's hard to explain. But I just… please believe me. I never would've intentionally put you in danger. And I'm sorry that I did.\"\n\nI gawked at him for a few seconds, part of me unable to believe the fact that cocky, swaggering Moth had just apologised to me. \"I… Okay,\" I said dumbly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave me a tiny smile, relief in his eyes, but it fell again just as fast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He leaned forward to rest his chin on the edge of the mattress, tattooed fingers splaying out on the bed, like he wanted to reach for me but stopped himself. I stared vacantly at the weird, alien marks across the back of his hand and down his fingers. I'd always wondered what they meant, but never asked.\n\n\"How can I make you feel better?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moth was watching me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't.\" I exhaled and rolled onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. I could feel Moth's eyes on the side of my face. \"I know I'm being a total baby. I know I need to get up and stop moping.\" I paused, watching a tiny spider spin her web in the corner of my ceiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need to go look for Rig.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll go with you,\" Moth said quickly, and I glanced over at him with raised brows. He nodded. \"I can help you look for him. I've heard things about Collector Mary. I know people who've seen her. I've been asking around.\"\n\nIt was tempting. Moth could be helpful. But my insides balked at the idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It felt almost… disloyal to Aury." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like I was trying to replace him.\n\nI shook my head. \"You don't have to do that, Moth.\"\n\n\"I want to,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And I don't mean… I don't have any expectations.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His voice was gruff with embarrassment. \"I'm not stupid. If the rycke bonded to you, then I know what that means.\"\n\nI bit down hard on my lower lip, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think of Aury in bed beside me, curled around me while I slept. Kissing across my shoulders when I woke up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reading to me in his soft voice until I fell sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I didn't say anything, Moth continued hesitantly. \"Do you… love him?\" he asked in a quiet voice.\n\nI swallowed convulsively and nodded, not trusting myself to speak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moth frowned. \"I'm sorry, Ghost. But… if the reason he left was because he was worried he'd hurt you when he… changes, then…\" He exhaled, sounding reluctant to admit it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He won't. It's almost like he's physically incapable of hurting you. He's bonded to you. He'd sooner die than hurt you.\"\n\nI shook my head. \"That wasn't his worry. Or mine. It was…\"—I gestured toward the door—\"the rest of the camp. What if something happens and he just snaps and kills everyone?\" I looked over at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You saw the Topeka camp, Moth.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah.\" Moth's voice was hoarse. \"I mean, I guess. You're the only person alive who he would never, ever hurt, but… I think he'd be okay here. I'm sure he cares about some of the others. Rig. Anchor. If he can try and get better control over the change, it could be okay. The main thing is making sure no one in the camp threatens your life. If that happens, all bets are off.\"\n\nMy mind immediately went to Cutter. \"I can't guarantee I'll never get hurt in camp,\" I said dully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I suppose not.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We fell silent, and after a minute Moth picked up my bowl. \"You need to eat your dinner before it gets cold.\"\n\nI sighed and struggled into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard. Moth handed me the bowl and I started to eat, barely tasting it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He watched me for a few moments, then cleared his throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So, it wasn't the half-monster thing, then.\"\n\nI glanced over at him with my mouth full. \"Huh?\"\n\nMoth's normally pale face was pink. \"Before, when we were… getting close and then it just kind of stopped. I wondered if maybe it was…\" He shrugged, looking down and picking at the edge of the bedframe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If it was the half-monster thing. That put you off. But obviously it wasn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stared at him in disbelief, holding my spoon. \"No, it wasn't the half-monster thing, you ass! It was the leaving me surrounded by a pack of beasties thing!\"\n\nMoth flushed defensively. \"I just told you that wasn't on purpose!\"\n\n\"How was I meant to know that before you told me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shovelled another mouthful of soup into my mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moth sighed. \"Well, it doesn't matter now, anyway.\"\n\nHe sounded so sad for a moment that I felt guilty over how vehement I'd been about my dislike for him since that scouting trip.\n\nI looked down into my half-full bowl. I was done, so I held it out to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here, you can finish this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My voice was gruff, because I didn't want him to comment on the peace-offering—just accept it and move on.\n\nAfter a long pause, he did, reaching out and taking it. \"Thanks.\"\n\nI settled back against the headboard as he twirled some noodles onto the fork, looking down at the bowl in his lap. I toyed with the corner of my book, still laying beside me on the bed, and stared at it as I mumbled, \"Thanks. For wanting to make me feel better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moth paused from eating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was… That's okay.\" He sounded guarded, and I decided I didn't want him to voice whatever he was thinking. I was glad we'd come to a truce. Deep down, I did like Moth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't want anything else to make it weird." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So what were you going to do?\" he asked as he set the empty bowl on the nightstand.\n\n\"Huh?\" I glanced over at him.\n\n\"You said you were going to leave together. What was your plan?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked down at my fidgeting hands, feeling embarrassed because it all seemed so childishly hopeful now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That it could have worked. \"We were going to head east, toward the Great Lakes. Away from Mary. We only came back first because we found some weapons that we wanted to give to the camp.\" When, in all likelihood, Aury had been planning on leaving me here the whole time.\n\n\"So you were willing to leave the camp for him?\" Moth asked quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nodded, then shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And now him leaving to keep me safe feels fucking pointless because I'm going out there anyway. To look for Rig.\" I gritted my teeth with frustration. \"He told me ryckes were martyrs. Fucking Aury.\" I blinked hard.\n\nIt was a physical ache in my chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wanted him there with me so badly it hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My room was so sad and small and empty without him and his giant wings filling up half the space. Without his voice reading to me, or his skin touching mine.\n\nMoth cleared his throat and inched his hand across the mattress to drag my book closer. \"What's your book about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked, clearly trying to distract me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I rolled my head over the headboard to look at him. \"You can't tell from the title?\" It was a book about living conditions of the working class in Victorian London. Nothing distracted you from heartache quite like detailed descriptions of what it was like to die from typhoid in nineteenth century poverty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moth flushed, then rolled his eyes as he nudged the book back toward me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was just trying to take an interest.\" He got to his feet, picking up the bowl from the nightstand. \"I might stay around camp for a while, or at least in the area, so… maybe I'll see you tomorrow.\" He hesitated. \"I'm sorry you're hurting, Ghost.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked up at him and could see the intense longing in Moth's eyes before he shielded it by looking away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment, I wondered what would have happened if he'd never disappeared on me that day. We'd already been flirting. We probably would have had sex at the very least, but more likely become a couple. He would have moved in here, to the camp, permanently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He would have gone with me that day to the base and been there when I found Aury." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would have told me Aury was dangerous, and we probably would have just left him, or at most freed him from his chains but left him there to fend for himself. And I would've never seen him again.\n\nI shuddered hard at the thought, wrapping my arms around myself. \"Thanks, Moth,\" I croaked, voice flat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe see you tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After he left, I lay back down, curled up on my side, and closed my eyes." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 4 sentences sentences in the style of Sherrilyn Kenyon spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sit up straight in the chair.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What am I?\n\nFive?\n\nGrinding his teeth to keep from lashing out, Caillen did as instructed. A little belligerently, granted, still he did obey as he'd promised his father he would." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it was hard to sit up straight when what he really wanted to do was give the pompous ass in front of him a goblet enema." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt like he was drowning in nine million layers of heavy fabric. Honestly, how could any aristocrat be fat if they carried this much clothing weight on their bodies all the time? How much food would you have to eat to gain weight? Forget the gym, he felt like he was bench-pressing a ton." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And it wasn't even weight you could use to blow shit up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That he could understand hauling around. This? This was ridiculous. He rubbed at his neck where hives were forming from the high starched collar.\n\nAt least you still have your head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yeah, but that wasn't as appealing right now as it'd been a few months ago." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He glanced over to two of his best friends who watched him and the cultural advisor with a stoicism that didn't match the amused gleam in their traitorous eyes. Little bastards were enjoying every minute of his misery.\n\nEat it up, assholes. My vengeance will come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And you will bleed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he knew the truth. He'd never hurt either of them. He'd only imagine the strangulation. They'd been through too much together for him to hold something like this against them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lean with dark red hair, Darling Cruel was as reserved and regal as any monarch could be which made sense since he was from one of the oldest aristocratic families." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was immaculately dressed in a black suit trimmed with white that was covered with a lightweight, flowing black dignitary robe. The son of a royal governor and a high prince himself, he was used to crap like this. Yet for all of Darling's breeding, Caillen knew the truth of his renegade friend—a rebellious side no one would ever suspect of him. Darling's shoulder-length hair covered one side of his face and hid a bad scar that Darling never spoke about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen was one of the few who knew how he'd gotten it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With perfect, unblemished features that would make any woman proud, Maris Sulle was much more flamboyant. His long black hair was tied back and braided with silver beads running through it. He wore a vibrant orange-and-yellow robe that trailed on the ground and pooled in a graceful mess around his red-booted feet. Obviously Maris wasn't concerned about mobility 'cause he'd never had to run a day in his extravagant life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rather he ordered other people to run for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maris's and Darling's friendship went back to early childhood. Caillen had met Maris about ten years ago and had hated him at first because of that spoiled arrogance that bled out of every gesture he made and from every piece of expensive fabric he wore. But Maris was like Gondarion spiderweed—he clung to you and after a while you learned to appreciate the strange beauty that was his quirky sense of humor and his uniquely skewed take on the world around him. Now Caillen treasured his friendship as much as he did Darling's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The two of them were a vivid contrast to the stone-faced, drab-dressed cultural advisor—Bogimir—who glared at him with open disdain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man didn't think much of Caillen which was okay by him. He didn't think much of Boggi either.\n\nBogimir cleared his throat. That sound was really starting to tread Caillen's last nerve into hash meat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you paying attention to me, Your Highness?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen let out a long breath of annoyance. \"Yeah, yeah, Boggi.\" It was a moral imperative that he use the nickname he knew drove Bogimir insane. \"I'm with you.\"\n\nBogimir narrowed that beady little gaze that made Caillen want to put his foot in a highly uncomfortable place on Boggi's body. \"You mean to say, yes, I see.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen ground his teeth before he corrected his enunciation and words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, I see.\" Asshole.\n\nBoggi gestured to the table. \"Now take a sip of your wine.\"\n\nHis biceps screaming over the weight of his clothes and his gall begging him to toss the contents into Boggi's contemptuous face, Caillen reached for the cup and picked it up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instantly, Boggi started that agitated dance that would only come in handy if walking barefoot on coals or trying to stomp out a nest of fire snakes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, no, no. The correct way to hold your goblet is like this.\" He snatched it from Caillen's hand to demonstrate the proper use.\n\nCaillen rolled his eyes. Damn pathetic when even drinking something was a production." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What the hell was wrong with these people?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Did it really make a difference how he picked up a krikkin cup and drank out of it? Was that really all they had to worry about in their worthless, overprivileged, overindulged lives?\n\nBoggi set the cup down and glared at him. \"Try again.\"\n\nCaillen curled his lip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ah screw this shit.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yanking his blaster out from under his robes, he shot the cup. He laughed as it spun up from the table so that he could shoot it again three more times. On the last round, it shattered and rained fragments all over the floor before the bowl landed upside down at Boggi's feet.\n\nNow that was entertaining." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Boggi didn't think so." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He huffed and puffed, then scurried for the door no doubt to tell on him like one of his sisters had done when they were kids.\n\nWhatever. With three older sisters, Caillen was used to being bitched at. And honestly, his father was an amateur compared to his sisters.\n\nDarling didn't make a sound until they were alone with Maris." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once the room was clear, he and Maris burst out laughing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are evil to your worthless rotten core.\"\n\n\"Abso-krikkin-lutely.\" Caillen blew across the hot tip of his blaster before he bent over and divested himself of the stifling clothes by twisting them off his body to land with a thump on the floor. Bare except for his black pants and boots, he holstered his weapon, then met Darling's amused expression. \"How are you people sane? Really? I grieve exponentially for the childhood you must have had. Don't touch this. Don't do that. Hold the cup like this,\" he said in a high-pitched, mocking tone as he crooked his hand into a claw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he dropped his voice to its usual baritone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Never thought I'd be grateful for poverty. But you know what? I pity the rich. Y'all don't know how to live.\"\n\nDarling smiled. \"There's a reason I hang out with riffraff like you.\"\n\nMaris shook his head at both of them. \"Your father's going to have conniptions over this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leave it to Maris to use a girl word like conniptions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maris is right, Cai. You only have two days to master this before your debut into society. God help us all and especially you.\" Darling pulled his lightweight robe off and handed it to him. \"Trust me, you can't be shooting defenseless goblets at the dinner table in front of emperors and governors. You could cause an interstellar incident.\"\n\nCaillen snorted. \"Didn't realize goblets were a protected class of species. Fine. Can I shoot tableware or is it protected too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darling laughed again, but didn't respond to his sarcasm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen shrugged the robe on so that Boggi wouldn't call him a savage… again. \"This\"—he gestured to the ornate palace room that was bigger than most of his former apartment building—\"isn't my style. I don't belong here and we all know it.\" He belonged on his ship, running through blockades and giving cardiac arrests to authorities. Most of all, he belonged in the bed of a woman who was more into keeping rhythm with him than not messing up her hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted to leave this place behind and go home so badly he could taste it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it wasn't that simple. He actually liked his newfound father.\n\nAnd worst of all, he'd made a promise to the man that he'd try this for a year before he made up his mind about leaving.\n\nWhy did I pick a krikkin year?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Much like that thirty minutes in his cell, it hadn't seemed all that long at the time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now it stretched out into infinity and he hated it. He barely saw his father and when he did all they talked about was how unacceptable his behavior was.\n\nSuck it up, Cai. You signed on for the mission." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he would see it through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even if it killed him.\n\n\"I told you, Sire. He's an animal that doesn't belong here. I realize he's your son, but honestly, you need to send him back to the gutter that created him.\"\n\nEvzen shook his head at Bogimir's condemnation as he watched in front of the monitor bank in his office. Caillen laughed with his friends while he stood with his hand on the grip of his blaster as if ready to defend at a hair's notice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a cocky stance that belonged to a rogue outlaw. Not a prince." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But a prince he was…\n\nAnd it was his job to make his son realize that destiny.\n\n\"He's not an animal, Advisor. And you would do well to remember that he is a prince of this empire and as such deserving of a deferent tone when you refer to him.\"\n\nWhile Bogimir blanched from overstepping his position, Evzen glanced at the monitor where Caillen was still grinning with proud satisfaction over the destruction he'd wrought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He, too, was amused by his son's aim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rude but impressive though it was. \"Granted he's a little rough around the edges—\"\n\n\"Sire, please… He has the manners of a ruffian and the sense—\"\n\n\"He is my son.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "One he'd thought dead for these last long years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dead because he'd failed to keep the boy safe.\n\nTo have his son back and alive…\n\nIt was a blessed miracle and it was one he didn't take lightly. He didn't care that his son knew nothing of the aristocracy or diplomacy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Actually that wasn't true and he knew it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Caillen speaks thirty-eight languages and most of the dialects of each one. Fluently. Not just tutored versions learned through instructional vids and teachers. He knows the idioms and the culture as well as the natives. He understands the intricacies of their politics and laws better than I do.\" He cast a meaningful stare at Bogimir. \"Better than most cultural advisors I've known.\"\n\nMore than that, Caillen knew how to fight better than the top ops of his elite forces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The first day Caillen had been in the palace, he'd found twelve holes in their security and had shown them how to shore up their defenses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His son was brilliant.\n\n\"Sire—\"\n\n\"Don't.\" He held his hand up to cut off Bogimir's words. \"You will train him and you will treat him like the prince that he is. I want no more arguments.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, Sire.\" Bowing, Bogimir left him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Evzen sighed as he turned toward the mic on his desk where he'd been talking to his brother before Bogimir had interrupted them. \"Did you hear all of that?\"\n\n\"I did indeed.\"\n\n\"And what do you think?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Talian took a minute to consider his words before he spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You want my answer as your top military advisor or as your devoted brother?\"\n\n\"Both.\"\n\n\"As your brother, I agree with you completely. Even though he's less than diplomatic, Caillen is brilliant at assessing situations and determining how to handle them—if not always at defusing them. You couldn't ask for a better successor.\"\n\n\"And as my advisor?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's impulsive and brash with an overdriven libido that has him chasing anything with breasts. Left unchecked, he'll drag us into war over something completely stupid like shafling someone's daughter and wife, probably at the same time. He has potential, but I think Bogimir is correct. He lived in the gutter too long. Had we found him sooner, he might have been salvaged. Now… he doesn't belong in our world and he isn't adjusting to it at all. Truthfully, I don't think he wants to. Let him go home, Ev. For all our sakes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Evzen's chest tightened at those words as grief choked him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Caillen again. Yes the man was rough around the edges, but he was funny and highly intelligent.\n\nHe's my son. Most of all, he had faith in Caillen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In time, he had no doubt his son would adjust." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet Evzen was owned by his people. His first priority had to be their safety and welfare. It was a mantle of responsibility he wanted to bequeath to his son. But if Caillen refused…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I have to try." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Evzen met his brother's gaze on the monitor. \"Let's see how he does on the Arimanda.\"\n\nTalian heaved a sigh of remorse and disgust that said his brother was nowhere near as thrilled to have Caillen back in the line of succession as he was. \"I'll assign an extra detail to him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Qillaqs? Remember them? They're sending an entire quorum for the assembly. And I can see this disaster coming. You know how their women dress… or more to the point, don't. Whatever we do, we have to keep Caillen away from them.\"\n\nHis brother was right. The Qillaqs were a warring race who tolerated no one easily and especially not offworlders or men. One wrong glance and they'd attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so would Caillen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Evzen frowned. \"I thought they had declined the summit.\"\n\n\"They did originally. But I received word this morning that their queen herself will be joining us. Apparently there's something of great import she wishes to declare before the council. Our luck, it's probably an act of war. Let's just hope your son doesn't make it one against us.\"\n\nEvzen watched while Caillen argued with Bogimir in the room. Maybe he should leave Caillen home while he attended the summit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he didn't want to be away from his son for two weeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not when they were still getting to know each other. Not to mention the fact that Caillen was an expert in negotiating with the Krellins and was even well acquainted with their crowned prince. They desperately needed a trade agreement with them that he'd been working on for three years with no progress. If he didn't get that to go through during the summit and be ratified by the council, it would be three more years before he could attempt it again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By then, their colony, which needed supplies and protection, would be destroyed and all her citizens enslaved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His people couldn't wait six more months, never mind three years.\n\nCaillen was the only hope they had.\n\nTherefore he'd take his son and watch him.\n\nClosely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had all faith that everything would turn out just fine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Until he remembered Caillen's favorite saying. Never underestimate a Dagan's ability to screw up the best-laid plans.\n\nAnd right now, his son still considered himself a Dagan.\n\nEvery time Evzen heard that name it enraged him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His son was a de Orczy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the oldest and finest of the ruling houses. His was a legacy people had killed for.\n\nBut not Caillen. He was the only man who honestly didn't care about wealth and its trappings. While his son was happy to have the finer things, he was just as happy, if not happier, without them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Baffling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And that made him want to weep. His son was a complete stranger and he was trying to understand him. He was. But the more time they spent together, the more Evzen had to face the truth.\n\nWhen all of this was over, he would most likely lose his son all over again…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen breathed a sigh of relief as Boggi took off in a huff again and left him alone with his friends." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The moment the door sealed shut, he twisted out of the stifling robes and threw them to the floor. Then he jammed the signal in the room so that neither his father nor his father's security detail could spy on them. He really hated that crap.\n\nMaris tsked at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's just plain cruel the way you flash that hot body of yours at me all the time, Cai. I swear I've never wanted to be a woman more so than I do right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Biting his lip, he looked at Darling. \"Those abs… it's criminal to look that good and be straight. Couldn't you just lick those muscles all night long?\"\n\nDarling screwed his face up in distaste. \"Uh, no. He's too much like a brother to me. I honestly find that thought repugnant.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maris snapped his neck and wrist in a purely feminine gesture." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am yanking your membership card.\" He returned his attention to Caillen and made a purring growl in the back of his throat. \"One night, baby, and I could change your religion.\"\n\nCaillen gave a good-natured laugh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You keep saying that, but I know you better. You like to be the pursuer, Maris. The moment someone chases you, you run for the door.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laughing at the truth, Darling shrugged his outer robe off and tossed it back to Caillen. \"You know, Maris is right. You can't keep undressing every two seconds and especially not on a ship during a summit meeting where they'll be monitoring all the rooms. You do that there and it'll end up on the news and you'll be tainted by it forever.\"\n\nCaillen wasn't worried about that. \"I'll jam them.\"\n\nDarling shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Take it from the weapons and explosives techspert. It ain't going to happen. You jam anything there and it'll set off all manner of alarms. Not even Syn could break in without getting busted.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now that gave him pause. His brother-in-law could crack into anything without detection and that told him all he needed to know about his voyage to hell. \"So keep it in my pants, huh?\"\n\n\"Unless you want to be the next viral porno feature. I know it'll be hard—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen arched a brow at Darling's choice of words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darling rolled his eyes. \"Your mind is always in the gutter.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well, you know it's got a lot of friends it likes to play with there and I happen to like the view.\"\n\nMaris made a light \"heh\" sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Give it up, Dar. You have to remember you're talking to the only man I've ever seen who can walk up to a woman he's just met and tell her he needs to have his manhood serviced and instead of getting bitch-slapped or arrested for it, gets to take her home.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darling crossed his arms over his chest. \"That's because most men have more sense than to say that out loud.\"\n\nYeah, right. Caillen knew better. \"That's 'cause most men lack my boys and my skills. You may know how to handle explosives, Dar, but I know how to handle women. When it comes to the female population, I am the master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please,\" Darling said with a laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've seen you with your sisters. You don't handle them at all. You're completely whipped.\"\n\n\"Totally untrue. I just let them think that. That, my friends, is the beauty of it. There's not a woman born I can't manipulate and wrap around my little finger.\"\n\nDarling shook his head. \"And one day you're going to meet a woman who's immune to your charms.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was an odd note in Darling's voice that said he commiserated, but since he knew Darling had never been in a serious relationship he ignored it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Never happen. I can even charm a baby out of her rattle and milk.\"\n\nMaris chuckled. \"I'm with you, Dar. I'd like to see him get some karmic paycheck, but in this I have to side with Cai. Like he said, I've seen too many women, of all ages, fall at his feet as soon as he gives them that come-here-and-strip-for-me teasing smile.\"\n\nDarling refused to cede his opinion. \"And I'm saying that there's always that one person who will knock you off keel. Always when you least expect it. Trust me, if Nykyrian and Syn can find women to tolerate them and their psychoses, you will too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen didn't argue because he knew better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd spent his entire life having to answer to his sisters for everything and having to watch after them and deal with their drama. Not to mention the one time he'd tried to be serious with a woman…\n\nYeah, that had taught him and killed any thoughts he might have ever had about commitment. Women were crazy.\n\nIt was why he had no interest in settling on one female." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ever. Or even letting one near him for more than the couple of hours it took to relieve a biological itch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't want the trauma of it. All women wanted to domesticate the male and he was too wild for that. He didn't want kids or a wife. He just wanted to live his life on his own terms and answer to no one but himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Freedom. That was what he craved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He lived for the blood-pumping danger of smuggling. Flying fast. Living on the edge, one step away from death. Not even his sisters, who were the toughest females he'd ever met, could keep up with him. If they couldn't he knew there was no one else who could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wanting to change the topic, he directed them back to the matter at hand that had caused him to jam the vid surveillance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look, you guys know I don't give two shits if I'm a flaming dork in public—which I am most of the time. My philosophy is simple. You want to be my friend, let's take a drink. You want to judge me, duck. But this isn't about me. In spite of the fact that he's an aristo, my dad seems to be a decent man and I don't want to humiliate him in front of his pretentious crew by doing something stupid like thinking the hand-washing bowl is soup and trying to eat it… again. Or breaking some other protocol I don't know about. So can you show me how to be like one of you?\" That actually came out easier than he'd thought it would. He'd barely choked on his dignity.\n\nDarling clapped him on the back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry, brother. We'll be with you every step of the way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maris flashed a devilish grin. \"And laughing continuously at your expense. However we do promise to keep it on the inside… most of the time.\"\n\nCaillen laughed at the way Maris said that. He was lucky to have two friends he could trust." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four if he counted Nykyrian and Syn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd had enough people stab him in the back that he knew better than to take their loyalty for granted. There weren't many people who'd lay down their lives for someone else. But any of the four of them would do it for him.\n\nAnd he'd die for them just as quickly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darling wagged his eyebrows at Maris." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know. A flaming dork in public might be highly entertaining.\"\n\nCaillen shoved at Darling who laughed as he stumbled sideways. \"You're both pervs. I don't know why I hang out with you.\"\n\nDarling snorted. \"Probably because we're the only ones who'll hang out with you. Not to mention, I was a good innocent child unsullied by depravity until I started running with you and your crew.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maris nodded. \"I can attest to that. You guys seriously corrupted my little buddy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darling stiffened. \"Little buddy? I sound like your pet.\"\n\nMaris threw an arm around Darling. \"I keep trying for that too, but you're no more game than Caillen is. I swear you should don a monk's cloak.\"\n\nCaillen clapped his hands together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And on that note, I'm going to find that cute maid I saw earlier and see if she's single.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He made a double-clicking noise with his tongue as he winked at them. \"See you guys later.\"\n\nHis thoughts already fantasizing on the maid's charms, he left them to drift down the hallway toward the conservatory where he'd last seen the petite blonde who'd given him a most salacious smile earlier.\n\n\"Come to Papa, baby.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was definitely in the mood to find some alone time with her and that feather duster she'd been using on his father's statues." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was something else hard he wanted her to tease with it.\n\nAs he walked past the glass door that let out into the rear gardens, his senses picked up on an ephemeral disturbance. It was a small, subtle smear on one pane. Most people wouldn't pay it any heed, but then most people weren't used to scrounging for survival and having to guard their backs every moment they breathed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It shouldn't be there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen frowned. The maids had been in here this morning cleaning everything thoroughly…\n\nHe pulled back the curtain to look at the electronic lock. It'd been deactivated and left slightly ajar for a quick exit.\n\nYeah, someone was in here who shouldn't be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That calm, dead cold came over him as he went into soldier mode." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew the perp hadn't gone toward the study where he'd been. The other direction led to his father's private wing.\n\nC'mon, Cai. Don't be ridiculous. There's security all over the place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of them could have been doing rounds and touched the pane." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yeah, but when you'd grown up with people who broke into places like this to kill and rob its occupants, you knew just how worthless that security was. Alarms were only for the honest. Professional assassins and thieves picked their teeth with them.\n\nBetter safe than sorry…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He followed the wide ornate hallway that was lined with state portraits of ancestors he couldn't keep track of, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The white walls and floors glistened to such an extent, he could see his black clothes outlined like a mirror. The scent of the myriad of fresh flowers draping from elaborate bronze vases hung in his nostrils.\n\nYou're being stupid. There's nothing here. Just an overactive imagination fueled by gross paranoia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was outside his father's bedroom and about to go find his maid after all when he heard something fall." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A second later, his father called out for help." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Desideria saw Caillen go down. Everything moved in slow motion as her world came to an end. He hit the wall with such force, there was no way he could live through it.\n\nNone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unable to breathe, she ran for him with everything she had while images of his death tore through her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Don't you dare die. Don't you dare.\n\nShe couldn't stand the thought of it. Not after they'd fought.\n\nWhy had she fought with him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suddenly, nothing mattered to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not her mother's death. Not her standing.\n\nNothing.\n\nAll of that paled in comparison to losing him. She slowed as she drew near." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen lay on the ground, covered in blood, completely unmoving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This wasn't like he'd been on the outpost. His features were so pale…\n\nTears blinded her.\n\nQillaqs don't cry. Yet, she couldn't stop herself. \"Caillen?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sobbed, falling to her knees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pulled him into her arms and held him close. \"Don't you leave me.\" Not after he'd taught her to depend on him. Not after he'd made her want something she knew she couldn't have." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Caillen, please open your eyes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't.\n\n\"Desideria?\"\n\nShe heard his sister's voice, but didn't respond. She couldn't. Images of Caillen's teasing smile haunted her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The way he'd felt when he made love to her earlier." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of his voice.\n\nI need you. Please, please don't die. Not like this. Not with the last words I said to you…\n\nShahara pulled her back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have to let him go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She started to argue until she saw the medics. Her entire body quaking in fear, she released him to their care. Syn and Shahara were saying something to her, but she couldn't understand them. Not through the painful haze that shredded everything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll meet you at the hospital.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She inclined her head to them, knowing that wasn't where she was headed.\n\nFirst, she had someone to kill.\n\nCaillen came awake to the sound of whispering voices nearby. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on a sterile hospital bed, hooked to monitors in a small room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took a full minute before he remembered everything that had happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The explosion. His leg.\n\nDesideria!\n\nShe'd been ahead of him. Right in the line of fire…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fear seized his heart as he sat up and started to leave the bed to find her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shahara stepped out of the shadows to catch him. She refused to allow him to put his feet on the floor. \"Don't you dare.\" She hadn't used that tone with him in a long time.\n\nA tic started in his jaw as he locked gazes with his tiny sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If she honestly thought she could keep him here, she'd need a lot more backup than Syn who stood behind her. \"Where's Desideria?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She exchanged a nervous glance with Syn over her shoulder that did nothing to help his terror. Oh God… Desideria was hurt.\n\nMaybe dead. Why else wouldn't she answer the question?\n\nUnimaginable pain slammed into him as he struggled to breathe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their last words had been a fight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of all people, he knew better than to let someone leave angry.\n\nWhy hadn't I been faster?\n\nWhy hadn't he apologized?\n\n\"Where is she?\" he demanded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shahara cringed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt tears sting his eyes as unimaginable grief tore through him. How could he have failed to protect her? How? \"She's dead, isn't she?\"\n\nAll the color drained from her face before her cheeks turned bright red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good Lord, child, no! I swear you get the most bizarre ideas sometimes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Relief poured through him. Desideria was alive. He could finally breathe again.\n\nAt least a little bit. \"Then where is she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Syn grinned evilly as he moved closer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Locked up at present.\"\n\nCaillen scowled in confusion. \"What? How? Why?\"\n\nSyn let out a low laugh. \"You remember the explosion?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "How could he forget it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His ears were still ringing.\n\nCaillen sat back on the bed as he tried to figure out how that related to Desideria being locked up. Surely they didn't think she had any part in the explosion…\n\nDid they?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course I do. Was she caught in the blast?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Syn shook his head. \"No. She was clear, but she ran back to you when you hit the wall.\"\n\n\"She was hysterical,\" Shahara interjected. \"And worried sick about you. Just like us. She barely beat us to you and she threatened our lives if we hurt you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Syn snorted. \"Yeah, she was impressive in her rage and she didn't budge from protecting you until the medtechs arrived. Once you were stabilized and ready for transport, we thought she'd follow us to the med center. She didn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen's frown deepened. \"Where'd she go?\n\nShahara let out an annoyed breath. \"Your little bunny headed over to lockup, forced her way in and then damn near killed the assassin who's been following you.\"\n\nThat didn't make sense to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why would she do that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shahara picked at the lint on his hospital gown before she smoothed over a wrinkle. \"He was the one who'd set a trap on his ship that the techsperts accidentally set off while trying to see if the ship was wired to detonate. Since you were hurt by the blast, she wanted his head in the worst sort of way.\"\n\n\"And she got it too,\" Syn said with a hint of laughter in his voice. \"Damn, boy, I thought your sister had a temper on her. I do believe you've found the only woman alive with one worse than—hey!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he snapped as Shahara popped him on the stomach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grimacing, he rubbed the area where she'd hit him. \"See what I mean? She's brutal to live with.\"\n\n\"Anyway,\" Shahara continued after she passed one last malevolent glare at Syn, \"she got information out of the assassin, but not before she almost killed him during the interrogation. And she wasn't beating him for answers. I swear, she hit him twice as hard when he answered her correctly as she did when he didn't. I take it the Qills don't instruct their people on the fine art of interviewing prisoners.\"\n\nSyn laughed again. \"Yeah, it looked like she went to the School of Nykyrian for that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen wasn't sure if he should be amused or appalled by what they described." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the end, he was flattered that he meant enough to Desideria that she'd come back to check on him and then had decided he was worth breaking someone's ass over. On the other hand, he definitely didn't want her questioning him. Especially after their fight. \"And you locked her up?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Syn shrugged. \"Had no choice. She was planning on heading to Exeter to beat the crap out of your uncle's advisor. We thought it best to confine her until her sanity returned… or they died of natural causes. Whichever comes first.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen shook his head. \"Good call. So what did she find out?\"\n\nShahara's gaze turned grim and deadly. \"The assassin was hired by your uncle's primary advisor to kill you and your father. Then after you escaped, he was to make sure you didn't return alive.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He winced at the confirmation of his worst suspicions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So it's true. Talian purchased the contract on my father's life.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"That's what it looks like.\"\n\n\"What about Desideria's mother?\"\n\nSyn passed a sympathetic glance to Shahara." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He claims he knows nothing about that at all. He was only after you and your father.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But that didn't go with what Caillen had heard… \"The two are tied together. I know they are.\"\n\nSyn continued to contradict him. \"I've searched through every League database and every contract server I could find.\" Which was impressive since information was what Syn excelled at." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing has the two related. I think it's just damn bad luck that the two of them were together at the time they died.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe Syn was right. Coincidences happened, but…\n\nSomething just didn't seem right. It was too pat and too ironic. Caillen refused to believe that it was all happenstance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He glanced to Shahara." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can I get up now?\"\n\n\"You're not supposed to, but there's really no way to stop you, is there?\"\n\n\"Depends on how much fire power you're carrying.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I worry about you, Cai. All the time. But you know, I saw the look in your eyes just now when you thought Desideria was dead and I saw how insane she went when you were hurt and the anger she broke on the one who'd harmed you. I don't know what's between the two of you, but from the outside it looks pretty real and pretty fierce. I just want you to always remember that feeling you had a minute ago whenever you think of her. That desperate choking sensation you had when you thought you'd never see her again and that she was gone forever.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She cut Syn a gimlet stare. \"Relationships aren't easy. Some days they don't even seem tolerable. Especially when a Dagan's involved. There will be times when she'll make you mad enough to murder her and it's usually over something truly stupid.\"\n\n\"Like leaving the seat up at night or forgetting to tighten the cap on bottled water,\" Syn muttered.\n\nShahara ignored him. \"But don't ever let yourself forget that the person you care about fills an emptiness no one else ever has and that while life with them can seriously suck at times, those moments when it doesn't are worth all the aggravation of falling into the toilet and getting soaked when you're half asleep.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What about the water?\" Syn asked hopefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shahara glared at him. \"You ruined my computer and lost my data. Don't even go there, Syn. I'm still mad enough to choke you for that one.\"\n\n\"I bought you a new one and I got most of the data restored… just a few things I couldn't salvage.\" Now that was a new tone from Syn that Caillen had never heard before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Petulant like a kid, it would have amused Caillen except he'd lived with his sister enough to feel pity for Syn for having incurred her wrath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She flung her hand up to silence him.\n\nCaillen laughed. \"You two have a twisted marriage.\"\n\n\"And I'm grateful every minute of my life for it and for Syn.\" There was no mistaking the conviction in her golden eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I couldn't live without him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And he knew she was right, especially given their pasts. The ghosts that lived inside the best of childhoods could be fierce to fight. The demons that stalked them from theirs…\n\nThose were debilitating." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To have someone who would brave those demons and stand beside him was a miracle he wouldn't forget." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shahara stood back so that he could leave the bed.\n\nAs he reached the door, Syn's voice gave him pause. \"Just FYI, bud, you might want to put on some pants before you go see her. Hard to sweep a woman off her feet and look badass in a hospital gown when your bare ass is hanging out.\"\n\nCaillen slowed his steps as he neared the holding cell where they'd locked up Desideria." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hauk, Fain and Chayden sat in front of the monitors, watching as she paced back and forth in her room like a caged predator." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chayden laughed nervously. \"You know, one of you is going to have to let her out of there eventually.\"\n\nFain scoffed. \"For the record, it ain't going to be me. My parents killed the dumb ones.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well, you don't see stupid stapled on my forehead either. I think you should do it.\" Hauk gave his brother a pointed stare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fain's expression was one of abject horror. \"Why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You didn't put her in there. She might still like you.\" He gestured to himself and Chayden. \"Dumbass there is the one who threw her in head first and I'm the idiot who locked the door.\"\n\nCaillen's eyes widened as a wave of anger went through him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What did you do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If they'd manhandled her, he was going to make them limp their way to old age.\n\nChayden stood up and braced himself as if expecting a fight. \"I didn't do nothing. I just picked her up and carried her inside over my shoulder before the Sentella sentries tackled and cuffed her. Believe me, I saved her that horror. And by the way, I do not envy you that relationship. She is hell in high heels and she fights like an eight-armed Prostig.\"\n\nThat wasn't good enough for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You better not have hurt her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Relax.\" Chayden gestured toward the cell. \"Go see for yourself. She's pissed, but fine and unbruised.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Hauk added. \"And let her out of there while you're at it. I like having my balls attached to my body so I don't intend to go near her for a while. At least a century or two. Maybe five… dozen.\"\n\nCaillen disregarded Hauk as he headed for the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe he should guard his boys too…" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With his little Qill, one could never be too careful.\n\nAs soon as he entered the tiny bare, steel-walled room, Desideria spun around and by the look on her face he fully expected a kick to the groin like Hauk had feared. But the moment her gaze focused on his face and she realized it was him, a beautiful smile curved her lips and added fire to her eyes.\n\nTwo heartbeats later, she ran to him so fast that he staggered back from her assault." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She kissed him desperately." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The taste of her combined with the sweet scent of her hair and breath drove all thoughts out of his mind for several seconds as his body roared to life and craved her so badly that it was all he could do to remember they were being watched. Even so, he couldn't focus on anything other than how good she felt in his arms.\n\nShe pulled back to stare up at him with a look of such concern that it made his stomach clench. Now this was something he could definitely get used to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you all right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a note of desperation in her voice.\n\n\"Am I not supposed to be?\" he teased her.\n\nShe cupped his face in her hands. \"Not the way you hit that wall. I've never seen anything more terrifying. I thought I'd lost you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just damaged my leg. Probably rattled my brains. It hurts, but I'll limp. As for the brains… never used them enough to miss them anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Letting out a frustrated breath, she shook her head at him. \"I swear I'm wrapping you in a padded, blaster-proof suit and locking you inside a shielded bomb shelter.\"\n\nHe didn't know why, but that threat made him smile. Gods, how glad he was to see her alive and well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He kissed the tip of her nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Am I forgiven then?\"\n\n\"For what?\"\n\nHe started to remind her of the \"um\" mistake, but luckily his errant common sense finally tackled him to the ground and told him to shut his mouth before he ruined this moment. He quickly searched for something a little more intelligent to say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For scaring you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She fisted her hands in his shirt and pulled his head down to hers. \"No. Don't ever do that to me again.\"\n\nHe smiled at her angry tone. \"I heard you put a major ass whipping on our assassin friend.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He'll be feeling it for a while. I would have ripped his heart out had Fain not stopped me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why?\"\n\nDesideria barely caught the answer before it rushed past her lips. Maybe she should tell him she loved him. But fear of his reaction kept those words locked tight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He might be happy about it or it could make him run for the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen was a complicated man and this was definitely not the time or place.\n\nEspecially after his \"um\" comment earlier. He might think she'd forgotten about it, but she hadn't. At the end of the day, he was a player and what little she knew about such people was that they were phobic when it came to any kind of commitment or emotions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Never be the first to lay your heart on the table…" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "First man in was always slaughtered at the door and she didn't want to be hurt or rejected.\n\nShe cleared her throat before she answered. \"He had information and I needed it.\"\n\nThere was a light in those beautiful dark eyes that said Caillen didn't believe her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But at least he didn't call her on the lie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This time.\n\nInstead, he gave her that cocky grin. \"Shall we go see an advisor then and give him a concussion or two?\"\n\nShe laughed at his overexuberant tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Absolutely.\" She gestured with her thumb toward the surveillance camera that was mounted high on the wall over her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Provided the crew of lackwits allow us to leave that is.\"\n\n\"I heard that,\" Hauk said over the intercom. \"Didn't anyone ever tell you to be respectful of the man who holds the key to the lock on your cage?\"\n\nShe scoffed. \"Qillaq, Hauk. I was taught to kick him in the groin or the teeth until he handed it over.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen laughed as the door lock buzzed open." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fain and Chayden were waiting for them just outside the door. \"By the way, we're going with you.\"\n\nWhat the…?\n\nThose words seriously offended his ego." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mostly because it was something his sisters would say and he was not helpless by any means." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't need help.\"\n\nHauk scoffed as he joined them. \"Yeah right. Every time we leave the two of you alone something bad happens. You get lost or blown up or some other shit. I'm tired of cleaning up the bloodstains. So we're taking up a post at your back.\"\n\n\"Great,\" Fain muttered. \"Now the blood will splatter us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen would argue with Hauk, but he knew better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hauk was as stubborn and crazy as they came. Any attempt to discuss this would only delay them.\n\nNot to mention the small fact that Hauk happened to be right. Things hadn't exactly gone right since he'd met Desideria." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another pair of blasters, or in this case, three, might come in handy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine. Your funerals.\"\n\nChayden snorted. \"Not so loud. The gods might oblige.\" He led the way down the hallway.\n\nIn no time, they were rounded up in Chayden's ship and headed for Exeter to make an unannounced meeting with Talian's head advisor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If ever there was hope of getting to the bottom of this, the advisor should be able to give testimony about who'd ordered him to hire the assassin and why Caillen and his father had been targeted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That would be enough to get the League involved and allow Caillen to clear his name.\n\nYeah, payback was coming and it was going to be bloody.\n\nCaillen left everyone on the bridge and went to the head so that he could check the wound on his leg. He could feel it bleeding again, but he didn't want the others to know." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Better to camouflage it now before it became obvious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As soon as he was finished and had left the room, he met Desideria in the hallway. Concern lined her brow as she scanned his body with an interest that made him go instantly hard. An image of her naked flashed through his mind and did nothing to help his sanity.\n\nYeah, that sucked the pain right out of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She paused her gaze on his thigh as if she somehow knew what he'd been about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How's your leg holding up?\"\n\nCurrently better than his groin…\n\nBut he didn't want her to worry about him. \"It's throbbing, but I'll live.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She appeared less than convinced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How do you manage your pain so well?\"\n\n\"I focus on other things.\"\n\n\"Such as?\"\n\nHe dipped his gaze to her breasts that he was dying to sample again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heat stung her cheeks. \"You're awful.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like he regretted telling her the truth. \"You're the one who asked.\"\n\nShe growled at him in the back of her throat. \"Why is it I don't think it's quite so simple?\n\nShrugging, he decided to give her a reprieve from his lecherous tendencies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because it's not. You want the truth?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Always.\"\n\nCaillen swallowed as old memories haunted him. He wasn't much into sharing with anyone, but for some reason he never minded allowing Desideria inside him. Not even something as personal as the unspoken past that always hovered right on the edges of his conscious thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What keeps me going is this image I have in my head of my adoptive father dying alone in the gutter. I was there that day, hiding and watching him through a small crack as his enemy rolled him over and ended his life with one cold, brutal shot. It was the second worst day of my life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shahara's rape had the designation of being in first place.\n\nDesideria choked on the sympathetic grief that swelled up inside her. She heard the pain in his voice as he spoke of something she knew had to give him nightmares to this day. \"Caillen, I'm so sorry. Why were you there?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was no missing the agony and torment in his eyes as he looked down at the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was Kasen's birthday and my father had sold his wedding ring so that we could buy her something special since she'd been really sick that year. We'd just picked up her present when my father noticed we were being followed. I'd never in my life seen him afraid until then. He forced me to rush ahead and then he ordered me to run home. I hid instead, thinking… I don't even remember. I was too terrified to think straight. But what haunts me every night when I close my eyes is the image of my father on the street, bleeding and hurt. The sound of the final blast that killed him and the faces of the people who did that to him. I wish to the gods, just once, to be able to give to them what they gave to him.\"\n\nShe wished he could too. It was what they deserved. \"Maybe you will one day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. Even if I kill them, nothing will ever make amends for me staying there in that hole, scared and traumatized, and then having to tell my sisters that we were orphans.\"\n\nShe covered his hand with hers. \"I wish I could take that memory from you.\"\n\n\"Yeah… it blows, right? And now you know why I hate birthdays so much. Nothing good has ever happened on one. They always end up just a big kick in my teeth. And that's my secret. Whenever I feel physical pain, I remember the day the life drained out of my father and I hold on to that. So long as I feel pain, I know I'm alive and life, even when it sucks sideways, is so much better than death, that I embrace even the agony of it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "How different his view was from what she'd been taught." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her people embraced death. There was nothing more glorious than to die in battle. \"Do you not believe in an afterlife?\"\n\n\"I do. But I'm a pragmatist. This life I know is real. The other… I'm gambling on. So for the time being, I'll take what I know even when it hurts.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "How was it that he always surprised and amazed her?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just when she thought she knew him, he exposed a depth and strength that she hadn't even guessed existed. At first glance, Caillen seemed like a simple hedonist. But there was nothing simple about him.\n\nAnd while he was definitely hedonistic, he wasn't selfish or sociopathic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She squeezed his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I like your logic.\"\n\n\"Hey, Dagan,\" Chayden's voice came through the intercom, interrupting them. \"We're approaching the Exeterian port in Mykonia. Stay low and we'll let you know when we're scanned and docked. So long as you stay put, they won't be able to pick up any residuals from you.\"\n\nThat was the beauty about pirates she was learning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their ships had all manner of interesting jammers and devices that helped them to elude authorities and their equipment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For once, they landed without incident.\n\nChayden and Fain came to collect them while Hauk stayed on board as a guard for their ship.\n\nBoth men had their Tavali pirate garb on, including the mask over their faces so that all anyone could see was their eyes. It gave them a feral, intimidating appearance, especially Chayden's mask which was made of a brushed silver-colored metal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No wonder they wore them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well that and it kept people from seeing their faces and identifying them on wanted posters.\n\nChayden passed them both masks that included eye shields. \"So long as we're together, they'll think we're here for a shipment and that you two are part of my crew.\"\n\n\"You're not wanted here, are you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen asked before he pulled the mask over his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chayden snorted. \"Like that would be a concern given the fact that the two of you are plastered all over the media right now? Please. Don't insult me.\" Then his eyes turned a bit sheepish. \"But to answer your question, there is a reason I'm wearing the mask.\" And he quickly lifted his cowl to cover his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen laughed. \"Looking real brave there, pun'kin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chayden made an obscene gesture at him before he led the way off the ship. Desideria kept her head covered as she traveled behind Caillen and in front of Fain. The men walked with that predatorial grace that was unique to soldiers and assassins. The gait of someone who had no doubt they could win any battle or fight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The collective power sent a shiver over her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since it was well after dark, the street traffic was relatively light. Still, every transport gave her pause as she waited for the authorities to be notified and for someone to try and arrest them.\n\nTheir luck held as they approached the royal palace. Caillen pulled them to a stop in an alley across the street." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keeping to the shadows, he made sure they were out of sight for the cameras and guards." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's a back way in through the servant entrance.\"\n\nFain arched a brow at Caillen's words. \"You know this how?\"\n\n\"I crawled through their security while I lived there. I had my father plug most of it, but his head asshole thought he knew better than me, so he left a few holes intact. That one happens to be large enough for me to sneak through.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Desideria shook her head. \"Not without me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen paused at her determined tone. \"It'll be faster if I go in alone.\"\n\n\"You're wounded and I've got as much at stake in this as you do. There's—\"\n\n\"Children, rest it,\" Chayden snapped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All of our necks are in the gallows on this one. Caillen, lead. We follow.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, but don't get used to it,\" Fain muttered.\n\nCaillen started to argue, but realized every delay was costing them. \"Fine. But keep up and follow exactly in my steps. Otherwise we'll be seen and I really don't feel like running away right now.\"\n\nHe crept along the wall, into the back gardens." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were several dark zones in the surveillance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Part of him was disgusted that they were there after the attempt had been made in this very place on his father's life, but the other part was grateful since it allowed them to slip inside and make their way to his father's office.\n\nCaillen paused at the door he'd entered dozens of times to meet with his father.\n\nNot wanting to think about it, he cracked it open and slipped inside. Completely dark and empty, it looked just as it had when they'd left for the Arimanda." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Any minute, he expected to see his dad walk in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clenching his teeth against the agony of that thought, he went to the monitors and pulled up the surveillance for the palace. His father had everything wired to this room so that he could monitor it and see what was going on.\n\nIt only took a few seconds to locate his father's advisor. Ironically, he was in the war room and appeared to be reading over some reports." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Good. There was very little surveillance there since it was where his father met with military commanders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without a word, he led his small group through the servant halls that were hidden. These should be monitored too, but Bogimir and the others had thought it rude and unnecessary.\n\nWe have never in our history monitored them. Why should we start doing so now?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yeah…" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen paused outside the hidden war room door to meet Desideria's gaze. He had no plan on what he was going to say or do once he confronted the advisor. Oh hell, just wing it. That was how he flew through his life and he was too old to change his ways now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He opened the door and snuck inside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His anger rising, he crossed the room silently and nudged the chair. The instant he touched it, the advisor fell out of it and went sprawling into the floor where he landed with a thud.\n\nWhat the…?\n\n\"He's dead,\" Desideria breathed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen's gaze narrowed on the trail of blood near the chair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A trail that led to the next room. Instinctively, he moved his hand to his blaster as he followed it.\n\nOn the other side he found his uncle.\n\nEqually dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shit. It's a setup." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No sooner had that thought gone through his mind than an alarm blared.\n\nFain cursed as he pulled his own weapon out to cover them. \"Move it!\"\n\nThey could hear guards coming from every direction. Caillen pulled out a blaster for each hand, preparing to make them regret their decision to come after them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Meet up back at my ship,\" Chayden said before he ran down the hallway alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caillen inclined his head before he grabbed Desideria by the arm and dragged her behind him.\n\nShe frowned. \"This isn't splitting up.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but you don't know where you are or how to speak or read the language. Do you really want me to leave you to your own means?\"\n\nHe did have a point. \"Fine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caillen led her to the guard station where there were several transports parked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bypassing the guards who were patrolling the area, he quickly commandeered one, then wired it so that he could \"borrow\" it to get them back to the hangar. The moment he started the engine, the guards scrambled, shooting at them.\n\nDesideria held her breath as Caillen careened out of the lot and then eluded them. A few minutes later, they were the first ones to reach Chayden's ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Notifying Hauk who was manning the guns about what was happening, Caillen rushed to fire the engines and do the prelim checks as he waited for Fain and Chayden to join them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She went to eye the hatch so that she could allow Fain and Chayden inside. Glancing back at Caillen, she saw he'd frozen in place as he stared at the small monitor in front of him.\n\n\"Desideria?\"\n\n\"Yes?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He enhanced what he was looking at and put it up on the main display." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Any idea why Chayden has an entire file on you and your mother? One that dates back decades?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Jane Austen" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Little had Mrs. Dashwood or her daughters imagined, when they first came into Devonshire, that so many engagements would arise to occupy their time as shortly presented themselves, or that they should have such frequent invitations and such constant visitors as to leave them little leisure for serious employment. Yet such was the case. When Marianne was recovered, the schemes of amusement at home and abroad, which Sir John had been previously forming, were put in execution. The private balls at the Park then began; and parties on the water were made and accomplished as often as a showery October would allow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In every meeting of the kind Willoughby was included; and the ease and familiarity which naturally attended these parties were exactly calculated to give increasing intimacy to his acquaintance with the Dashwoods, to afford him opportunity of witnessing the excellencies of Marianne, of marking his animated admiration of her, and of receiving, in her behaviour to himself, the most pointed assurance of her affection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elinor could not be surprised at their attachment. She only wished that it were less openly shown; and once or twice did venture to suggest the propriety of some self-command to Marianne. But Marianne abhorred all concealment where no real disgrace could attend unreserve; and to aim at the restraint of sentiments which were not in themselves illaudable, appeared to her not merely an unnecessary effort, but a disgraceful subjection of reason to common-place and mistaken notions. Willoughby thought the same; and their behaviour, at all times, was an illustration of their opinions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he was present she had no eyes for any one else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every thing he did was right. Every thing he said was clever. If their evenings at the Park were concluded with cards, he cheated himself and all the rest of the party to get her a good hand. If dancing formed the amusement of the night, they were partners for half the time; and when obliged to separate for a couple of dances, were careful to stand together, and scarcely spoke a word to any body else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Such conduct made them, of course, most exceedingly laughed at; but ridicule could not shame, and seemed hardly to provoke them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mrs. Dashwood entered into all their feelings with a warmth which left her no inclination for checking this excessive display of them. To her it was but the natural consequence of a strong affection in a young and ardent mind.\n\nThis was the season of happiness to Marianne. Her heart was devoted to Willoughby; and the fond attachment to Norland, which she brought with her from Sussex, was more likely to be softened than she had thought it possible before, by the charms which his society bestowed on her present home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elinor's happiness was not so great." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her heart was not so much at ease, nor her satisfaction in their amusements so pure. They afforded her no companion that could make amends for what she had left behind, nor that could teach her to think of Norland with less regret than ever. Neither Lady Middleton nor Mrs. Jennings could supply to her the conversation she missed; although the latter was an everlasting talker, and from the first had regarded her with a kindness which ensured her a large share of her discourse. She had already repeated her own history to Elinor three or four times; and had Elinor's memory been equal to her means of improvement, she might have known, very early in her acquaintance, all the particulars of Mr. Jennings's last illness, and what he said to his wife a few minutes before he died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lady Middleton was more agreeable than her mother only in being more silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elinor needed little observation to perceive that her reserve was a mere calmness of manner, with which sense had nothing to do. Towards her husband and mother she was the same as to them; and intimacy was, therefore, neither to be looked for nor desired. She had nothing to say one day that she had not said the day before. Her insipidity was invariable, for even her spirits were always the same; and though she did not oppose the parties arranged by her husband, provided every thing were conducted in style, and her two eldest children attended her, she never appeared to receive more enjoyment from them than she might have experienced in sitting at home; and so little did her presence add to the pleasure of the others, by any share in their conversation, that they were sometimes only reminded of her being amongst them by her solicitude about her troublesome boys." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In Colonel Brandon alone, of all her new acquaintance, did Elinor find a person who could, in any degree, claim the respect of abilities, excite the interest of friendship, or give pleasure as a companion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Willoughby was out of the question. Her admiration and regard, even her sisterly regard, was all his own; but he was a lover; his attentions were wholly Marianne's, and a far less agreeable man might have been more generally pleasing. Colonel Brandon, unfortunately for himself, had no such encouragement to think only of Marianne, and in conversing with Elinor he found the greatest consolation for the total indifference of her sister.\n\nElinor's compassion for him increased, as she had reason to suspect that the misery of disappointed love had already been known to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This suspicion was given by some words which accidentally dropped from him one evening at the Park, when they were sitting down together by mutual consent, while the others were dancing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes were fixed on Marianne, and, after a silence of some minutes, he said, with a faint smile, \"Your sister, I understand, does not approve of second attachments.\"\n\n\"No,\" replied Elinor, \"her opinions are all romantic.\"\n\n\"Or rather, as I believe, she considers them impossible to exist.\"\n\n\"I believe she does. But how she contrives it without reflecting on the character of her own father, who had himself two wives, I know not. A few years, however, will settle her opinions on the reasonable basis of common sense and observation; and then they may be more easy to define and to justify than they now are, by any body but herself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This will, probably, be the case,\" he replied; \"and yet there is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I cannot agree with you there,\" said Elinor. \"There are inconveniences attending such feelings as Marianne's, which all the charms of enthusiasm and ignorance of the world cannot atone for. Her systems have all the unfortunate tendency of setting propriety at nought; and a better acquaintance with the world is what I look forward to as her greatest possible advantage.\"\n\nAfter a short pause he resumed the conversation by saying,—\n\n\"Does your sister make no distinction in her objections against a second attachment? or is it equally criminal in every body? Are those who have been disappointed in their first choice, whether from the inconstancy of its object, or the perverseness of circumstances, to be equally indifferent during the rest of their lives?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Upon my word, I am not acquainted with the minutiae of her principles. I only know that I never yet heard her admit any instance of a second attachment's being pardonable.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This,\" said he, \"cannot hold; but a change, a total change of sentiments—No, no, do not desire it; for when the romantic refinements of a young mind are obliged to give way, how frequently are they succeeded by such opinions as are but too common and too dangerous! I speak from experience. I once knew a lady who in temper and mind greatly resembled your sister, who thought and judged like her, but who from an enforced change—from a series of unfortunate circumstances—\" Here he stopt suddenly; appeared to think that he had said too much, and by his countenance gave rise to conjectures which might not otherwise have entered Elinor's head. The lady would probably have passed without suspicion had he not convinced Miss Dashwood that what concerned her ought not to escape his lips. As it was, it required but a slight effort of fancy to connect his emotion with the tender recollection of past regard. Elinor attempted no more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Marianne, in her place, would not have done so little." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The whole story would have been speedily formed under her active imagination; and every thing established in the most melancholy order of disastrous love." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of Jane Austen.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of Jane Austen every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "However small Elinor's general dependence on Lucy's veracity might be, it was impossible for her, on serious reflection, to suspect it in the present case, where no temptation could be answerable to the folly of inventing a falsehood of such a description. What Lucy had asserted to be true, therefore, Elinor could not, dared not, longer doubt; supported as it was, too, on every side by such probabilities and proofs, and contradicted by nothing but her own wishes. Their opportunity of acquaintance in the house of Mr. Pratt was a foundation for the rest, at once indisputable and alarming; and Edward's visit near Plymouth, his melancholy state of mind, his dissatisfaction at his own prospects, his uncertain behaviour towards herself, the intimate knowledge of the Miss Steeles as to Norland and their family connections, which had often surprised her, the picture, the letter, the ring, formed altogether such a body of evidence as overcame every fear of condemning him unfairly, and established as a fact, which no partiality could set aside, his ill-treatment of herself. Her resentment of such behaviour, her indignation at having been its dupe, for a short time made her feel only for herself; but other ideas, other considerations soon arose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had Edward been intentionally deceiv ing her?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Had he feigned a regard for her which he did not feel? Was his engagement to Lucy an engagement of the heart? No; whatever it might once have been, she could not believe it such at present. His affection was all her own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could not be deceived in that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mother, sisters, Fanny, all had been conscious of his regard for her at Norland; it was not an illusion of her own vanity. He certainly loved her. What a softener of the heart was this persuasion! How much could it not tempt her to forgive!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had been blamable, highly blamable, in remaining at Norland after he first felt her influence over him to be more than it ought to be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In that, he could not be defended; but if he had injured her, how much more had he injured himself; if her case were pitiable, his was hopeless. His imprudence had made her miserable for a while; but it seemed to have deprived himself of all chance of ever being otherwise. She might in time regain tranquillity; but he, what had he to look forward to? Could he ever be tolerably happy with Lucy Steele; could he, were his affection for herself out of the question, with his integrity, his delicacy, and well-informed mind, be satisfied with a wife like her—illiterate, artful, and selfish?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The youthful infatuation of nineteen would naturally blind him to every thing but her beauty and good nature; but the four succeeding years—years which, if rationally spent, give such improvement to the understanding—must have opened his eyes to her defects of education, while the same period of time, spent on her side in inferior society and more frivolous pursuits, had perhaps robbed her of that simplicity which might once have given an interesting character to her beauty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If in the supposition of his seeking to marry herself, his difficulties from his mother had seemed great, how much greater were they now likely to be when the object of his engagement was undoubtedly inferior in connections, and probably inferior in fortune to herself. These difficulties, indeed, with a heart so alienated from Lucy, might not press very hard upon his patience; but melancholy was the state of the person by whom the expectation of family opposition and unkindness could be felt as a relief!\n\nAs these considerations occurred to her in painful succession, she wept for him more than for herself. Supported by the conviction of having done nothing to merit her present unhappiness, and consoled by the belief that Edward had done nothing to forfeit her esteem, she thought she could even now, under the first smart of the heavy blow, command herself enough to guard every suspicion of the truth from her mother and sisters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so well was she able to answer her own expectations, that when she joined them at dinner, only two hours after she had first suffered the extinction of all her dearest hopes, no one would have supposed, from the appearance of the sisters, that Elinor was mourning in secret over obstacles which must divide her for ever from the object of her love, and that Marianne was internally dwelling on the perfections of a man, of whose whole heart she felt thoroughly possessed, and whom she expected to see in every carriage which drove near their house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The necessity of concealing from her mother and Marianne what had been entrusted in confidence to herself, though it obliged her to unceasing exertion, was no aggravation of Elinor's distress. On the contrary, it was a relief to her, to be spared the communication of what would give such affliction to them, and to be saved likewise from hearing that condemnation of Edward, which would probably flow from the excess of their partial affection for herself, and which was more than she felt equal to support.\n\nFrom their counsel, or their conversation, she knew she could receive no assistance; their tenderness and sorrow must add to her distress, while her self-command would neither receive encouragement from their example nor from their praise. She was stronger alone; and her own good sense so well supported her, that her firmness was as unshaken, her appearance of cheerfulness as invariable, as, with regrets so poignant and so fresh, it was possible for them to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Much as she had suffered from her first conversation with Lucy on the subject, she soon felt an earnest wish of renewing it; and this for more reasons than one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wanted to hear many particulars of their engagement repeated again; she wanted more clearly to understand what Lucy really felt for Edward, whether there were any sincerity in her declaration of tender regard for him; and she particularly wanted to convince Lucy, by her readiness to enter on the matter again, and her calmness in conversing on it, that she was no otherwise interested in it than as a friend, which she very much feared her involuntary agitation, in their morning discourse, must have left at least doubtful. That Lucy was disposed to be jealous of her appeared very probable: it was plain that Edward had always spoken highly in her praise, not merely from Lucy's assertion, but from her venturing to trust her on so short a personal acquaintance with a secret so confessedly and evidently important. And even Sir John's joking intelligence must have had some weight. But, indeed, while Elinor remained so well assured within herself of being really beloved by Edward, it required no other consideration of probabilities to make it natural that Lucy should be jealous; and that she was so, her very confidence was a proof." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What other reason for the disclosure of the affair could there be, but that Elinor might be informed by it of Lucy's superior claims on Edward, and be taught to avoid him in future?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had little difficulty in understanding thus much of her rival's intentions; and while she was firmly resolved to act by her as every principle of honour and honesty directed, to combat her own affection for Edward, and to see him as little as possible, she could not deny herself the comfort of endeavouring to convince Lucy that her heart was unwounded. And as she could now have nothing more painful to hear on the subject than had already been told, she did not mistrust her own ability of going through a repetition of particulars with composure.\n\nBut it was not immediately that an opportunity of doing so could be commanded, though Lucy was as well disposed as herself to take advantage of any that occurred; for the weather was not often fine enough to allow of their joining in a walk, where they might most easily separate themselves from the others; and though they met at least every other evening either at the Park or cottage, and chiefly at the former, they could not be supposed to meet for the sake of conversation. Such a thought would never enter either Sir John or Lady Middleton's head; and therefore very little leisure was ever given for general chat, and none at all for particular discourse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They met for the sake of eating, drinking, and laughing together, playing at cards, or consequences, or any other game that was sufficiently noisy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One or two meetings of this kind had taken place, without affording Elinor any chance of engaging Lucy in private, when Sir John called at the cottage one morning, to beg, in the name of charity, that they would all dine with Lady Middleton that day, as he was obliged to attend the club at Exeter, and she would otherwise be quite alone, except her mother and the two Miss Steeles. Elinor, who foresaw a fairer opening for the point she had in view, in such a party as this was likely to be, more at liberty among themselves under the tranquil and well-bred direction of Lady Middleton than when her husband united them together in one noisy purpose, immediately accepted the invitation; Margaret, with her mother's permission, was equally compliant; and Marianne, though always unwilling to join any of their parties, was persuaded by her mother, who could not bear to have her seclude herself from any chance of amusement, to go likewise.\n\nThe young ladies went, and Lady Middleton was happily preserved from the frightful solitude which had threatened her. The insipidity of the meeting was exactly such as Elinor had expected; it produced not one novelty of thought or expression; and nothing could be less interesting than the whole of their discourse both in the dining parlour and drawing room: to the latter, the children accompanied them; and while they remained there, she was too well convinced of the impossibility of engaging Lucy's attention to attempt it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They quitted it only with the removal of the tea-things." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cardtable was then placed; and Elinor began to wonder at herself for having ever entertained a hope of finding time for conversation at the Park. They all rose up in preparation for a round game.\n\n\"I am glad,\" said Lady Middleton to Lucy, \"you are not going to finish poor little Anna-maria's basket this evening; for I am sure it must hurt your eyes to work filigree by candlelight. And we will make the dear little love some amends for her disappointment tomorrow, and then I hope she will not much mind it.\"\n\nThis hint was enough, Lucy recollected herself instantly, and replied, \"Indeed you are very much mistaken, Lady Middleton; I am only waiting to know whether you can make your party without me, or I should have been at my filigree already. I would not disappoint the little angel for all the world; and if you want me at the cardtable now, I am resolved to finish the basket after supper.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are very good,—I hope it won't hurt your eyes:—will you ring the bell for some working candles? My poor little girl would be sadly disappointed, I know, if the basket was not finished tomorrow; for though I told her it certainly would not, I am sure she depends upon having it done.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucy directly drew her work-table near her, and reseated herself with an alacrity and cheerfulness, which seemed to infer, that she could taste no greater delight than in making a filigree basket for a spoilt child.\n\nLady Middleton proposed a rubber of Cassino to the others. No one made any objection but Marianne, who, with her usual inattention to the forms of general civility, exclaimed, \"Your Ladyship will have the goodness to excuse me—you know I detest cards. I shall go to the piano-forte; I have not touched it since it was tuned.\" And, without farther ceremony, she turned away and walked to the instrument." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lady Middleton looked as if she thanked Heaven that she had never made so rude a speech." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Marianne can never keep long from that instrument, you know, ma'am,\" said Elinor, endeavouring to smooth away the offence; \"and I do not much wonder at it; for it is the very best toned piano-forte I ever heard.\"\n\nThe remaining five were now to draw their cards.\n\n\"Perhaps,\" continued Elinor, \"if I should happen to cut out, I may be of some use to Miss Lucy Steele, in rolling her papers for her; and there is so much still to be done to the basket, that it must be impossible, I think, for her labour, singly, to finish it this evening. I should like the work exceedingly, if she would allow me a share in it.\"\n\n\"Indeed I shall be very much obliged to you for your help,\" cried Lucy, \"for I find there is more to be done to it than I thought there was; and it would be a shocking thing to disappoint dear Anna-maria after all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, that would be terrible, indeed,\" said Miss Steele." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dear little soul, how I do love her!\"\n\n\"You are very kind,\" said Lady Middleton to Elinor; \"and as you really like the work, perhaps you will be as well pleased not to cut in till another rubber, or will you take your chance now?\"\n\nElinor joyfully profited by the first of these proposals, and thus, by a little of that address, which Marianne could never condescend to practise, gained her own end, and pleased Lady Middleton at the same time. Lucy made room for her with ready attention; and the two fair rivals were thus seated, side by side, at the same table, and with the utmost harmony, engaged in forwarding the same work. The piano-forte, at which Marianne, wrapped up in her own music and her own thoughts, had by this time forgotten that any body was in the room besides herself, was luckily so near them, that Miss Dashwood now judged she might safely, under the shelter of its noise, introduce the interesting subject, without any risk of being heard at the cardtable." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with four sentences, emulating the writing style of Jane Austen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a firm, though cautious tone, Elinor thus began:—\"I should be undeserving of the confidence you have honoured me with, if I felt no desire for its continuance, or no farther curiosity on its subject. I will not apologise, therefore, for bringing it forward again.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" cried Lucy, warmly, \"for breaking the ice: you have set my heart at ease by it; for I was, somehow or other, afraid I had offended you by what I told you that Monday.\"\n\n\"Offended me! How could you suppose so? Believe me,\" and Elinor spoke it with the truest sincerity, \"nothing could be farther from my intention than to give you such an idea. Could you have a motive for the trust, that was not honourable and flattering to me?\"\n\n\"And yet, I do assure you,\" replied Lucy, her little sharp eyes full of meaning, \"there seemed to me to be a coldness and displeasure in your manner, that made me quite uncomfortable. I felt sure that you was angry with me; and have been quarrelling with myself ever since, for having took such a liberty as to trouble you with my affairs. But I am very glad to find it was only my own fancy, and that you do not really blame me. If you knew what a consolation it was to me to relieve my heart, by speaking to you of what I am always thinking of every moment of my life, your compassion would make you overlook every thing else, I am sure.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Indeed, I can easily believe that it was a very great relief to you, to acknowledge your situation to me, and be assured that you shall never have reason to repent it. Your case is a very unfortunate one; you seem to me to be surrounded with difficulties; and you will have need of all your mutual affection to support you under them. Mr. Ferrars, I believe, is entirely dependent on his mother.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He has only two thousand pounds of his own: it would be madness to marry upon that; though, for my own part, I could give up every prospect of more without a sigh. I have been always used to a very small income, and could struggle with any poverty for him; but I love him too well to be the selfish means of robbing him, perhaps, of all that his mother might give him, if he married to please her. We must wait, it may be for many years. With almost every other man in the world, it would be an alarming prospect; but Edward's affection and constancy nothing can deprive me of, I know.\"\n\n\"That conviction must be every thing to you; and he is, undoubtedly, supported by the same trust in yours. If the strength of your reciprocal attachment had failed, as between many people, and under many circumstances, it naturally would, during a four years' engagement, your situation would have been pitiable indeed.\"\n\nLucy here looked up; but Elinor was careful in guarding her countenance from every expression that could give her words a suspicious tendency.\n\n\"Edward's love for me,\" said Lucy, \"has been pretty well put to the test, by our long, very long absence, since we were first engaged, and it has stood the trial so well, that I should be unpardonable to doubt it now. I can safely say that he has never gave me one moment's alarm on that account from the first.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elinor hardly knew whether to smile or sigh at this assertion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucy went on. \"I am rather of a jealous temper, too, by nature; and from our different situations in life, from his being so much more in the world than me, and our continual separation, I was enough inclined for suspicion, to have found out the truth in an instant, if there had been the slightest alteration in his behaviour to me when we met, or any lowness of spirits that I could not account for, or if he had talked more of one lady than another, or seemed in any respect less happy at Longstaple than he used to be. I do not mean to say that I am particularly observant or quick-sighted in general, but in such a case I am sure I could not be deceived.\"\n\n\"All this,\" thought Elinor, \"is very pretty; but it can impose upon neither of us.\"\n\n\"But what,\" said she, after a short silence, \"are your views? or have you none but that of waiting for Mrs. Ferrars's death, which is a melancholy and shocking extremity? Is her son determined to submit to this, and to all the tediousness of the many years of suspense in which it may involve you, rather than run the risk of her displeasure for a while by owning the truth?\"\n\n\"If we could be certain that it would be only for a while! But Mrs. Ferrars is a very headstrong proud woman, and in her first fit of anger upon hearing it would very likely secure every thing to Robert; and the idea of that, for Edward's sake, frightens away all my inclination for hasty measures.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And for your own sake too, or you are carrying your disinterestedness beyond reason.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucy looked at Elinor again, and was silent.\n\n\"Do you know Mr. Robert Ferrars?\" asked Elinor.\n\n\"Not at all—I never saw him; but I fancy he is very unlike his brother—silly, and a great coxcomb.\"\n\n\"A great coxcomb!\" repeated Miss Steele, whose ear had caught those words by a sudden pause in Marianne's music." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, they are talking of their favourite beaux, I dare say.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, sister,\" cried Lucy, \"you are mistaken there,—our favourite beaux are not great coxcombs.\"\n\n\"I can answer for it that Miss Dashwood's is not,\" said Mrs. Jennings, laughing heartily; \"for he is one of the modestest, prettiest behaved young men I ever saw; but as for Lucy, she is such a sly little creature, there is no finding out who she likes.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" cried Miss Steele, looking significantly round at them, \"I dare say Lucy's beau is quite as modest and pretty behaved as Miss Dashwood's.\"\n\nElinor blushed in spite of herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucy bit her lip, and looked angrily at her sister." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A mutual silence took place for some time. Lucy first put an end to it by saying, in a lower tone, though Marianne was then giving them the powerful protection of a very magnificent concerto,—\n\n\"I will honestly tell you of one scheme which has lately come into my head for bringing matters to bear; indeed I am bound to let you into the secret, for you are a party concerned. I dare say you have seen enough of Edward to know that he would prefer the church to every other profession; now my plan is, that he should take orders as soon as he can; and then, through your interest, which I am sure you would be kind enough to use out of friendship for him, and I hope out of some regard to me, your brother might be persuaded to give him Norland living, which I understand is a very good one, and the present incumbent not likely to live a great while. That would be enough for us to marry upon, and we might trust to time and chance for the rest.\"\n\n\"I should be always happy,\" replied Elinor, \"to show any mark of my esteem and friendship for Mr. Ferrars; but do not you perceive that my interest on such an occasion would be perfectly unnecessary? He is brother to Mrs. John Dashwood—that must be recommendation enough to her husband.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But Mrs. John Dashwood would not much approve of Edward's going into orders.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then I rather suspect that my interest would do very little.\"\n\nThey were again silent for many minutes. At length Lucy exclaimed, with a deep sigh,—\n\n\"I believe it would be the wisest way to put an end to the business at once by dissolving the engagement. We seem so beset with difficulties on every side, that though it would make us miserable for a time, we should be happier perhaps in the end. But you will not give me your advice, Miss Dashwood?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" answered Elinor, with a smile, which concealed very agitated feelings; \"on such a subject I certainly will not. You know very well that my opinion would have no weight with you, unless it were on the side of your wishes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Indeed you wrong me,\" replied Lucy, with great solemnity; \"I know nobody of whose judgment I think so highly as I do of yours; and I do really believe, that if you was to say to me, 'I advise you by all means to put an end to your engagement with Edward Ferrars, it will be more for the happiness of both of you,' I should resolve upon doing it immediately.\"\n\nElinor blushed for the insincerity of Edward's future wife, and replied, \"This compliment would effectually frighten me from giving any opinion on the subject, had I formed one. It raises my influence much too high: the power of dividing two people so tenderly attached is too much for an indifferent per son.\"\n\n\"'Tis because you are an indifferent person,\" said Lucy, with some pique, and laying a particular stress on those words, \"that your judgment might justly have such weight with me. If you could be supposed to be biassed in any respect by your own feelings, your opinion would not be worth having.\"\n\nElinor thought it wisest to make no answer to this, lest they might provoke each other to an unsuitable increase of ease and unreserve; and was even partly determined never to mention the subject again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another pause, therefore, of many minutes' duration, succeeded this speech, and Lucy was still the first to end it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shall you be in town this winter, Miss Dashwood?\" said she, with all her accustomary complacency.\n\n\"Certainly not.\"\n\n\"I am sorry for that,\" returned the other, while her eyes brightened at the information; \"it would have gave me such pleasure to meet you there! But I dare say you will go for all that. To be sure, your brother and sister will ask you to come to them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It will not be in my power to accept their invitation if they do.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How unlucky that is! I had quite depended upon meeting you there. Anne and me are to go the latter end of January to some relations who have been wanting us to visit them these several years. But I only go for the sake of seeing Edward. He will be there in February, otherwise London would have no charms for me; I have not spirits for it.\"\n\nElinor was soon called to the cardtable by the conclusion of the first rubber, and the confidential discourse of the two ladies was therefore at an end; to which both of them submitted without any reluctance, for nothing had been said on either side to make them dislike each other less than they had done before; and Elinor sat down to the cardtable with the melancholy persuasion that Edward was not only without affection for the person who was to be his wife, but that he had not even the chance of being tolerably happy in marriage, which sincere affection on her side would have given; for self-interest alone could induce a woman to keep a man to an engagement, of which she seemed so thoroughly aware that he was weary.\n\nFrom this time the subject was never revived by Elinor; and when entered on by Lucy, who seldom missed an opportunity of introducing it, and was particularly careful to inform her confidant of her happiness whenever she received a letter from Edward, it was treated by the former with calmness and caution, and dismissed as soon as civility would allow; for she felt such conversations to be an indulgence which Lucy did not deserve, and which were dangerous to herself.\n\nThe visit of the Miss Steeles at Barton Park was lengthened far beyond what the first invitation implied. Their favour increased; they could not be spared; Sir John would not hear of their going; and in spite of their numerous and long arranged engagements in Exeter, in spite of the absolute necessity of their returning to fulfil them immediately, which was in full force at the end of every week, they were prevailed on to stay nearly two months at the Park, and to assist in the due celebration of that festival which requires a more than ordinary share of private balls and large dinners to proclaim its importance." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 4 sentences, emulating the writing style of Jane Austen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After some opposition, Marianne yielded to her sister's entreaties, and consented to go out with her and Mrs. Jennings one morning for half an hour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She expressly conditioned, however, for paying no visits, and would do no more than accompany them to Gray's in Sackville Street, where Elinor was carrying on a negotiation for the exchange of a few old-fashioned jewels of her mother.\n\nWhen they stopped at the door, Mrs. Jennings recollected that there was a lady at the other end of the street on whom she ought to call; and as she had no business at Gray's, it was resolved, that while her young friends transacted theirs, she should pay her visit, and return for them.\n\nOn ascending the stairs, the Miss Dashwoods found so many people before them in the room, that there was not a person at liberty to attend to their orders; and they were obliged to wait. All that could be done was, to sit down at that end of the counter which seemed to promise the quickest succession; one gentleman only was standing there, and it is probable that Elinor was not without hope of exciting his politeness to a quicker despatch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the correctness of his eye, and the delicacy of his taste, proved to be beyond his politeness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was giving orders for a toothpick-case for himself; and till its size, shape, and ornaments were determined, all of which, after examining and debating for a quarter of an hour over every toothpick-case in the shop, were finally arranged by his own inventive fancy, he had no leisure to bestow any other attention on the two ladies than what was comprised in three or four very broad stares; a kind of notice which served to imprint on Elinor the remembrance of a person and face of strong, natural, sterling insignificance, though adorned in the first style of fashion.\n\nMarianne was spared from the troublesome feelings of contempt and resentment, on this impertinent examination of their features, and on the puppyism of his manner in deciding on all the different horrors of the different toothpick-cases presented to his inspection, by remaining unconscious of it all; for she was as well able to collect her thoughts within herself, and be as ignorant of what was passing around her, in Mr. Gray's shop, as in her own bedroom.\n\nAt last the affair was decided. The ivory, the gold, and the pearls, all received their appointment; and the gentleman having named the last day on which his existence could be continued without the possession of the toothpick-case, drew on his gloves with leisurely care, and bestowing another glance on the Miss Dashwoods, but such a one as seemed rather to demand than express admiration, walked off with a happy air of real conceit and affected indifference." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elinor lost no time in bringing her business forward, and was on the point of concluding it, when another gentleman presented himself at her side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned her eyes towards his face, and found him, with some surprise, to be her brother.\n\nTheir affection and pleasure in meeting was just enough to make a very creditable appearance in Mr. Gray's shop. John Dashwood was really far from being sorry to see his sisters again; it rather gave them satisfaction; and his enquiries after their mother were respectful and attentive.\n\nElinor found that he and Fanny had been in town two days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wished very much to call upon you yesterday,\" said he, \"but it was impossible, for we were obliged to take Harry to see the wild beasts at Exeter Exchange: and we spent the rest of the day with Mrs. Ferrars. Harry was vastly pleased. This morning I had fully intended to call on you, if I could possibly find a spare half hour, but one has always so much to do on first coming to town. I am come here to bespeak Fanny a seal. But tomorrow I think I shall certainly be able to call in Berkeley Street, and be introduced to your friend Mrs. Jennings. I understand she is a woman of very good fortune. And the Middletons, too, you must introduce me to them. As my mother-in-law's relations, I shall be happy to show them every respect. They are excellent neighbours to you in the country, I understand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Excellent indeed. Their attention to our comfort, their friendliness in every particular, is more than I can express.\"\n\n\"I am extremely glad to hear it, upon my word; extremely glad indeed. But so it ought to be; they are people of large fortune; they are related to you; and every civility and accommodation that can serve to make your situation pleasant might be reasonably expected. And so you are most comfortably settled in your little cottage, and want for nothing! Edward brought us a most charming account of the place: the most complete thing of its kind, he said, that ever was, and you all seemed to enjoy it beyond any thing. It was a great satisfaction to us to hear it, I assure you.\"\n\nElinor did feel a little ashamed of her brother; and was not sorry to be spared the necessity of answering him, by the arrival of Mrs. Jennings's servant, who came to tell her that his mistress waited for them at the door.\n\nMr. Dashwood attended them down stairs, was introduced to Mrs. Jennings at the door of her carriage, and repeating his hope of being able to call on them the next day, took leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His visit was duly paid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He came with a pretence at an apology from their sister-in-law, for not coming too; \"but she was so much engaged with her mother, that really she had no leisure for going any where.\" Mrs. Jennings, however, assured him directly, that she should not stand upon ceremony, for they were all cousins, or something like it, and she should certainly wait on Mrs. John Dashwood very soon, and bring her sisters to see her. His manners to them, though calm, were perfectly kind; to Mrs. Jennings, most attentively civil; and on Colonel Brandon's coming in soon after himself, he eyed him with a curiosity which seemed to say, that he only wanted to know him to be rich, to be equally civil to him.\n\nAfter staying with them half an hour, he asked Elinor to walk with him to Conduit Street, and introduce him to Sir John and Lady Middleton." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The weather was remarkably fine, and she readily consented." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As soon as they were out of the house, his enquiries began.\n\n\"Who is Colonel Brandon? Is he a man of fortune?\"\n\n\"Yes; he has very good property in Dorsetshire.\"\n\n\"I am glad of it. He seems a most gentlemanlike man; and I think, Elinor, I may congratulate you on the prospect of a very respectable establishment in life.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Me, brother! what do you mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He likes you. I observed him narrowly, and am convinced of it. What is the amount of his fortune?\"\n\n\"I believe about two thousand a year.\"\n\n\"Two thousand a year!\" and then working himself up to a pitch of enthusiastic generosity, he added, \"Elinor, I wish with all my heart it were twice as much for your sake.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Indeed I believe you,\" replied Elinor; \"but I am very sure that Colonel Brandon has not the smallest wish of marrying me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are mistaken, Elinor; you are very much mistaken. A very little trouble on your side secures him. Perhaps just at present he may be undecided; the smallness of your fortune may make him hang back; his friends may all advise him against it. But some of those little attentions and encouragements which ladies can so easily give will fix him, in spite of himself. And there can be no reason why you should not try for him. It is not to be supposed that any prior attachment on your side;—in short, you know, as to an attachment of that kind, it is quite out of the question, the objections are insurmountable—you have too much sense not to see all that. Colonel Brandon must be the man; and no civility shall be wanting on my part to make him pleased with you and your family. It is a match that must give universal satisfaction. In short, it is a kind of thing that,\" lowering his voice to an important whisper, \"will be exceedingly welcome to all parties.\" Recollecting himself, however, he added, \"That is, I mean to say—your friends are all truly anxious to see you well settled; Fanny particularly, for she has your interest very much at heart, I assure you. And her mother too, Mrs. Ferrars, a very good-natured woman, I am sure it would give her great pleasure; she said as much the other day.\"\n\nElinor would not vouchsafe any answer.\n\n\"It would be something remarkable, now,\" he continued, \"something droll, if Fanny should have a brother and I asister settling at the same time. And yet it is not very unlikely.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is Mr. Edward Ferrars,\" said Elinor, with resolution, \"going to be married?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is not actually settled, but there is such a thing in agitation. He has a most excellent mother. Mrs. Ferrars, with the utmost liberality, will come forward, and settle on him a thousand a year, if the match takes place. The lady is the Hon. Miss Morton, only daughter of the late Lord Morton, with thirty thousand pounds. A very desirable connection on both sides, and I have not a doubt of its taking place in time. A thousand a year is a great deal for a mother to give away, to make over for ever; but Mrs. Ferrars has a noble spirit. To give you another instance of her liberality:—The other day, as soon as we came to town, aware that money could not be very plenty with us just now, she put bank-notes into Fanny's hands to the amount of two hundred pounds. And extremely acceptable it is, for we must live at a great expense while we are here.\"\n\nHe paused for her assent and compassion; and she forced herself to say,—\n\n\"Your expenses both in town and country must certainly be considerable; but your income is a large one.\"\n\n\"Not so large, I dare say, as many people suppose. I do not mean to complain, however; it is undoubtedly a comfortable one, and I hope will in time be better. The enclosure of Norland Common, now carrying on, is a most serious drain. And then I have made a little purchase within this half year; East Kingham Farm, you must remember the place, where old Gib son used to live. The land was so very desirable for me in every respect, so immediately adjoining my own property, that I felt it my duty to buy it. I could not have answered it to my conscience to let it fall into any other hands. A man must pay for his convenience; and it has cost me a vast deal of money.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"More than you think it really and intrinsically worth?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why, I hope not that. I might have sold it again, the next day, for more than I gave: but, with regard to the purchase-money, I might have been very unfortunate indeed; for the stocks were, at that time, so low, that if I had not happened to have the necessary sum in my banker's hands, I must have sold out to very great loss.\"\n\nElinor could only smile.\n\n\"Other great and inevitable expenses, too, we have had on first coming to Norland. Our respected father, as you well know, bequeathed all the Stanhill effects that remained at Norland (and very valuable they were) to your mother. Far be it from me to repine at his doing so; he had an undoubted right to dispose of his own property as he chose. But, in consequence of it, we have been obliged to make large purchases of linen, china, &c. to supply the place of what was taken away. You may guess, after all these expenses, how very far we must be from being rich, and how acceptable Mrs. Ferrars's kindness is.\"\n\n\"Certainly,\" said Elinor; \"and, assisted by her liberality, I hope you may yet live to be in easy circumstances.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Another year or two may do much towards it,\" he gravely replied; \"but, however, there is still a great deal to be done. There is not a stone laid of Fanny's greenhouse, and nothing but the plan of the flower-garden marked out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where is the greenhouse to be?\"\n\n\"Upon the knoll behind the house. The old walnut trees are all come down to make room for it. It will be a very fine object from many parts of the park; and the flower-garden will slope down just before it, and be exceedingly pretty. We have cleared away all the old thorns that grew in patches over the brow.\"\n\nElinor kept her concern and her censure to herself; and was very thankful that Marianne was not present to share the provocation.\n\nHaving now said enough to make his poverty clear, and to do away the necessity of buying a pair of earrings for each of his sisters, in his next visit at Gray's, his thoughts took a cheer-fuller turn, and he began to congratulate Elinor on having such a friend as Mrs. Jennings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She seems a most valuable woman indeed. Her house, her style of living, all bespeak an exceeding good income; and it is an acquaintance that has not only been of great use to you hitherto, but in the end may prove materially advantageous. Her inviting you to town is certainly a vast thing in your favour; and indeed it speaks altogether so great a regard for you, that in all probability when she dies you will not be forgotten. She must have a great deal to leave.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing at all I should rather suppose; for she has only her jointure, which will descend to her children.\"\n\n\"But it is not to be imagined that she lives up to her income. Few people of common prudence will do that, and whatever she saves she will be able to dispose of.\"\n\n\"And do you not think it more likely that she should leave it to her daughters, than to us?\"\n\n\"Her daughters are both exceedingly well married, and therefore I cannot perceive the necessity of her remembering them farther. Whereas, in my opinion, by her taking so much notice of you, and treating you in this kind of way, she has given you a sort of claim on her future consideration, which a conscientious woman would not disregard. Nothing can be kinder than her behaviour; and she can hardly do all this, without being aware of the expectation she raises.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But she raises none in those most concerned. Indeed, brother, your anxiety for our welfare and prosperity carries you too far.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why, to be sure,\" said he, seeming to recollect himself, \"people have little, have very little in their power. But, my dear Elinor, what is the matter with Marianne?—she looks very unwell, has lost her colour, and is grown quite thin. Is she ill?\"\n\n\"She is not well, she has had a nervous complaint on her for several weeks.\"\n\n\"I am sorry for that. At her time of life, any thing of an illness destroys the bloom for ever! Hers has been a very short one! She was as handsome a girl last September as any I ever saw,—and as likely to attract the men. There was something in her style of beauty to please them particularly. I remember Fanny used to say, that she would marry sooner and better than you did; not but what she is exceedingly fond of you, but so it happened to strike her. She will be mistaken, however. I question whether Marianne, now, will marry a man worth more than five or six hundred a year at the utmost, and I am very much deceived if you do not do better. Dorsetshire! I know very little of Dorsetshire; but, my dear Elinor, I shall be exceedingly glad to know more of it; and I think I can answer for your having Fanny and myself among the earliest and best pleased of your visiters.\"\n\nElinor tried very seriously to convince him that there was no likelihood of her marrying Colonel Brandon; but it was an expectation of too much pleasure to himself to be relinquished, and he was really resolved on seeking an intimacy with that gentleman, and promoting the marriage by every possible attention." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had just compunction enough for having done nothing for his sisters himself, to be exceedingly anxious that every body else should do a great deal; and an offer from Colonel Brandon, or a legacy from Mrs. Jennings, was the easiest means of atoning for his own neglect." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were lucky enough to find Lady Middleton at home, and Sir John came in before their visit ended. Abundance of civilities passed on all sides. Sir John was ready to like any body; and though Mr. Dashwood did not seem to know much about horses, he soon set him down as a very good-natured fellow: while Lady Middleton saw enough of fashion in his appearance to think his acquaintance worth having; and Mr. Dashwood went away delighted with both.\n\n\"I shall have a charming account to carry to Fanny,\" said he, as he walked back with his sister. \"Lady Middleton is really a most elegant woman! Such a woman as, I am sure, Fanny will be glad to know. And Mrs. Jennings too, an exceeding well-behaved woman, though not so elegant as her daughter. Your sister need not have any scruple, even of visiting her, which, to say the truth, has been a little the case, and very naturally; for we only knew that Mrs. Jennings was the widow of a man who had got all his money in a low way; and Fanny and Mrs. Ferrars were both strongly prepossessed, that neither she nor her daughters were such kind of women as Fanny would like to associate with. But now I can carry her a most satisfactory account of both.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like Jane Austen and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mrs. John Dashwood had so much confidence in her husband's judgment, that she waited the very next day both on Mrs. Jennings and her daughter; and her confidence was rewarded by finding even the former, even the woman with whom her sisters were staying, by no means unworthy of notice; and as for Lady Middleton, she found her one of the most charming women in the world!\n\nLady Middleton was equally pleased with Mrs. Dashwood. There was a kind of cold-hearted selfishness on both sides, which mutually attracted them; and they sympathised with each other in an insipid propriety of demeanour, and a general want of understanding.\n\nThe same manners, however, which recommended Mrs. John Dashwood to the good opinion of Lady Middleton did not suit the fancy of Mrs. Jennings, and to her she appeared nothing more than a little proud-looking woman, of uncordial address, who met her husband's sisters without any affection, and almost without having any thing to say to them; for of the quarter of an hour bestowed on Berkeley Street, she sat at least seven minutes and a half in silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elinor wanted very much to know, though she did not choose to ask, whether Edward was then in town; but nothing would have induced Fanny voluntarily to mention his name before her, till able to tell her, that his marriage with Miss Morton was resolved on, or till her husband's expectations on Colonel Brandon were answered; because she believed them still so very much attached to each other, that they could not be too sedulously divided in word and deed on every occasion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The intelligence, however, which she would not give soon flowed from another quarter. Lucy came very shortly to claim Elinor's compassion on being unable to see Edward, though he had arrived in town with Mr. and Mrs. Dashwood. He dared not come to Bartlett's Buildings for fear of detection; and though their mutual impatience to meet was not to be told, they could do nothing at present but write.\n\nEdward assured them himself of his being in town, within a very short time, by twice calling in Berkeley Street." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Twice was his card found on the table, when they returned from their morning's engagements." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elinor was pleased that he had called; and still more pleased that she had missed him.\n\nThe Dashwoods were so prodigiously delighted with the Middletons, that, though not much in the habit of giving any thing, they determined to give them—a dinner; and soon after their acquaintance began, invited them to dine in Harley Street, where they had taken a very good house for three months. Their sisters and Mrs. Jennings were invited likewise; and John Dashwood was careful to secure Colonel Brandon, who, always glad to be where the Miss Dashwoods were, received his eager civilities with some surprise, but much more pleasure. They were to meet Mrs. Ferrars; but Elinor could not learn whether her sons were to be of the party." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The expectation of seeing her, however, was enough to make her interested in the engagement; for though she could now meet Edward's mother without that strong anxiety which had once promised to attend such an introduction, though she could now see her with perfect indifference as to her opinion of herself, her desire of being in company with Mrs. Ferrars, her curiosity to know what she was like, was as lively as ever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The interest with which she thus anticipated the party was soon afterwards increased, more powerfully than pleasantly, by her hearing that the Miss Steeles were also to be at it.\n\nSo well had they recommended themselves to Lady Middleton, so agreeable had their assiduities made them to her, that though Lucy was certainly not elegant, and her sister not even genteel, she was as ready as Sir John to ask them to spend a week or two in Conduit Street; and it happened to be particularly convenient to the Miss Steeles, as soon as the Dashwoods' invitation was known, that their visit should begin a few days before the party took place.\n\nTheir claims to the notice of Mrs. John Dashwood, as the nieces of the gentleman who for many years had had the care of her brother, might not have done much, however, towards procuring them seats at her table; but as Lady Middleton's guests they must be welcome; and Lucy, who had long wanted to be personally known to the family, to have a nearer view of their characters and her own difficulties, and to have an opportunity of endeavouring to please them, had seldom been happier in her life than she was on receiving Mrs. John Dashwood's card.\n\nOn Elinor its effect was very different." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She began immediately to determine, that Edward, who lived with his mother, must be asked, as his mother was, to a party given by his sister; and to see him, for the first time, after all that passed, in the company of Lucy!—she hardly knew how she could bear it!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These apprehensions, perhaps, were not founded entirely on reason, and certainly not at all on truth. They were relieved, however, not by her own recollection, but by the good will of Lucy, who believed herself to be inflicting a severe disappoint ment, when she told her, that Edward certainly would not be in Harley Street on Tuesday, and even hoped to be carrying the pain still farther, by persuading her that he was kept away by that extreme affection for herself, which he could not conceal when they were together.\n\nThe important Tuesday came that was to introduce the two young ladies to this formidable mother-in-law.\n\n\"Pity me, dear Miss Dashwood!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "said Lucy, as they walked up the stairs together—for the Middletons arrived so directly after Mrs. Jennings, that they all followed the servant at the same time:—\"there is nobody here but you that can feel for me. I declare I can hardly stand. Good gracious! In a moment I shall see the person that all my happiness depends on—that is to be my mother!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elinor could have given her immediate relief, by suggesting the possibility of its being Miss Morton's mother, rather than her own, whom they were about to behold; but instead of doing that, she assured her, and with great sincerity, that she did pity her,—to the utter amazement of Lucy, who, though really uncomfortable herself, hoped at least to be an object of irrepressible envy to Elinor.\n\nMrs. Ferrars was a little, thin woman, upright, even to formality, in her figure, and serious, even to sourness, in her aspect. Her complexion was sallow; and her features small, without beauty, and naturally without expression; but a lucky contraction of the brow had rescued her countenance from the disgrace of insipidity, by giving it the strong characters of pride and ill-nature. She was not a woman of many words; for, unlike people in general, she proportioned them to the number of her ideas; and of the few syllables that did escape her, not one fell to the share of Miss Dashwood, whom she eyed with the spirited determination of disliking her at all events." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elinor could not now be made unhappy by this behaviour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few months ago it would have hurt her exceedingly; but it was not in Mrs. Ferrars's power to distress her by it now; and the difference of her manners to the Miss Steeles, a difference which seemed purposely made to humble her more, only amused her. She could not but smile to see the graciousness of both mother and daughter towards the very person—for Lucy was particularly distinguished—whom of all others, had they known as much as she did, they would have been most anxious to mortify; while she herself, who had comparatively no power to wound them, sat pointedly slighted by both. But while she smiled at a graciousness so misapplied, she could not reflect on the mean-spirited folly from which it sprung, nor observe the studied attentions with which the Miss Steeles courted its continuance, without thoroughly despising them all four.\n\nLucy was all exultation on being so honourably distinguished; and Miss Steele wanted only to be teazed about Dr. Davis to be perfectly happy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dinner was a grand one, the servants were numerous, and every thing bespoke the mistress's inclination for show, and the master's ability to support it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In spite of the improvements and additions which were making to the Norland estate, and in spite of its owner having once been within some thousand pounds of being obliged to sell out at a loss, nothing gave any symptom of that indigence which he had tried to infer from it; no poverty of any kind, except of conversation, appeared; but there the deficiency was considerable. John Dashwood had not much to say for himself that was worth hearing, and his wife had still less. But there was no peculiar disgrace in this; for it was very much the case with the chief of their visitors, who almost all laboured under one or other of these disqualifications for being agreeable—want of sense, either natural or improved—want of elegance—want of spirits—or want of temper.\n\nWhen the ladies withdrew to the drawing-room after dinner, this poverty was particularly evident, for the gentlemen had supplied the discourse with some variety—the variety of politics, enclosing land, and breaking horses—but then it was all over; and one subject only engaged the ladies till coffee came in, which was the comparative heights of Harry Dashwood, and Lady Middleton's second son William, who were nearly of the same age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had both the children been there, the affair might have been determined too easily by measuring them at once; but as Harry only was present, it was all conjectural assertion on both sides; and every body had a right to be equally positive in their opinion, and to repeat it over and over again as often as they liked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The parties stood thus:—\n\nThe two mothers, though each really convinced that her own son was the tallest, politely decided in favour of the other.\n\nThe two grandmothers, with not less partiality, but more sincerity, were equally earnest in support of their own descendant.\n\nLucy, who was hardly less anxious to please one parent than the other, thought the boys were both remarkably tall for their age, and could not conceive that there could be the smallest difference in the world between them; and Miss Steele, with yet greater address, gave it, as fast as she could, in favour of each." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elinor, having once delivered her opinion on William's side, by which she offended Mrs. Ferrars and Fanny still more, did not see the necessity of enforcing it by any farther assertion; and Marianne, when called on for hers, offended them all, by declaring that she had no opinion to give, as she had never thought about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before her removing from Norland, Elinor had painted a very pretty pair of screens for her sister-in-law, which being now just mounted and brought home, ornamented her present drawing-room; and these screens, catching the eye of John Dashwood on his following the other gentlemen into the room, were officiously handed by him to Colonel Brandon for his admiration.\n\n'These are done by my eldest sister,\" said he; \"and you, as a man of taste, will, I dare say, be pleased with them. I do not know whether you ever happened to see any of her performances before, but she is in general reckoned to draw extremely well.\"\n\nThe Colonel, though disclaiming all pretensions to connois seurship, warmly admired the screens, as he would have done any thing painted by Miss Dashwood; and the curiosity of the others being of course excited, they were handed round for general inspection. Mrs. Ferrars, not aware of their being Elinor's work, particularly requested to look at them; and after they had received the gratifying testimony of Lady Middleton's approbation, Fanny presented them to her mother, considerately informing her, at the same time, that they were done by Miss Dashwood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hum\"—said Mrs. Ferrars—\"very pretty,\"—and, without regarding them at all, returned them to her daughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Perhaps Fanny thought for a moment that her mother had been quite rude enough; for, colouring a little, she immediately said,—\n\n'They are very pretty, ma'am—an't they?\" But then again the dread of having been too civil, too encouraging herself, probably came over her, for she presently added,—\n\n\"Do you not think they are something in Miss Morton's style of painting, ma'am?—She does paint most delightfully!—How beautifully her last landscape is done!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Beautifully indeed! But she does every thing well.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marianne could not bear this. She was already greatly displeased with Mrs. Ferrars; and such ill-timed praise of another, at Elinor's expense, though she had not any notion of what was principally meant by it, provoked her immediately to say, with warmth,—\n\n\"This is admiration of a very particular kind! what is Miss Morton to us? who knows, or who cares, for her?—it is Elinor of whom we think and speak.\"\n\nAnd so saying, she took the screens out of her sister-in-law's hands to admire them herself as they ought to be admired." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mrs. Ferrars looked exceedingly angry, and drawing herself up more stiffly than ever, pronounced, in retort, this bitter philippic, \"Miss Morton is Lord Morton's daughter.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fanny looked very angry too, and her husband was all in a fright at his sister's audacity. Elinor was much more hurt by Marianne's warmth than she had been by what produced it; but Colonel Brandon's eyes, as they were fixed on Marianne, declared that he noticed only what was amiable in it, the affectionate heart which could not bear to see a sister slighted in the smallest point.\n\nMarianne's feelings did not stop here. The cold insolence of Mrs. Ferrars's general behaviour to her sister, seemed to her to foretell such difficulties and distresses to Elinor as her own wounded heart taught her to think of with horror; and, urged by a strong impulse of affectionate sensibility, she moved, after a moment, to her sister's chair, and putting one arm round her neck, and one cheek close to hers, said in a low, but eager, voice,—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dear, dear Elinor, don't mind them. Don't let them make you unhappy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could say no more: her spirits were quite overcome; and hiding her face on Elinor's shoulder, she burst into tears. Every body's attention was called, and almost every body was concerned. Colonel Brandon rose up and went to them without knowing what he did. Mrs. Jennings, with a very intelligent \"Ah! poor dear,\" immediately gave her her salts; and Sir John felt so desperately enraged against the author of this nervous distress, that he instantly changed his seat to one close by Lucy Steele, and gave her, in a whisper, a brief account of the whole shocking affair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In a few minutes, however, Marianne was recovered enough to put an end to the bustle, and sit down among the rest; though her spirits retained the impression of what had passed the whole evening." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Poor Marianne!\" said her brother to Colonel Brandon, in a low voice, as soon as he could secure his attention: \"she has not such good health as her sister,—she is very nervous,—she has not Elinor's constitution;—and one must allow that there is something very trying to a young woman who has been a beauty in the loss of her personal attractions. You would not think it, perhaps, but Marianne was remarkably handsome a few months ago; quite as handsome as Elinor. Now you see it is all gone.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marianne's illness, though weakening in its kind, had not been long enough to make her recovery slow; and with youth, natural strength, and her mother's presence in aid, it proceeded so smoothly as to enable her to remove, within four days after the arrival of the latter, into Mrs. Palmer's dressing-room. When there, at her own particular request, for she was impatient to pour forth her thanks to him for fetching her mother, Colonel Brandon was invited to visit her.\n\nHis emotion in entering the room, in seeing her altered looks, and in receiving the pale hand which she immediately held out to him, was such as, in Elinor's conjecture, must arise from something more than his affection for Marianne, or the consciousness of its being known to others; and she soon discovered, in his melancholy eye and varying complexion as he looked at her sister, the probable recurrence of many past scenes of misery to his mind, brought back by that resemblance between Marianne and Eliza already acknowledged, and now strengthened by the hollow eye, the sickly skin, the posture of reclining weakness, and the warm acknowledgment of peculiar obligation.\n\nMrs. Dashwood, not less watchful of what passed than her daughter, but with a mind very differently influenced, and therefore watching to very different effect, saw nothing in the Colonel's behaviour but what arose from the most simple and self-evident sensations, while in the actions and words of Marianne she persuaded herself to think that something more than gratitude already dawned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the end of another day or two, Marianne growing visibly stronger every twelve hours, Mrs. Dashwood, urged equally by her own and her daughter's wishes, began to talk of removing to Barton." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On her measures depended those of her two friends: Mrs. Jennings could not quit Cleveland during the Dashwoods' stay; and Colonel Brandon was soon brought, by their united request, to consider his own abode there as equally determinate, if not equally indispensable. At his and Mrs. Jennings's united request in return, Mrs. Dashwood was prevailed on to accept the use of his carriage on her journey back, for the better accommodation of her sick child; and the Colonel, at the joint invitation of Mrs. Dashwood and Mrs. Jennings, whose active good-nature made her friendly and hospitable for other people as well as herself, engaged with pleasure to redeem it by a visit at the cottage, in the course of a few weeks.\n\nThe day of separation and departure arrived; and Marianne, after taking so particular and lengthened a leave of Mrs. Jennings, one so earnestly grateful, so full of respect and kind wishes as seemed due to her own heart from a secret acknowledgment of past inattention, and bidding Colonel Brandon farewell with the cordiality of a friend, was carefully assisted by him into the carriage, of which he seemed anxious that she should engross at least half. Mrs. Dashwood and Elinor then followed, and the others were left by themselves, to talk of the travellers, and feel their own dulness, till Mrs. Jennings was summoned to her chaise to take comfort in the gossip of her maid for the loss of her two young companions; and Colonel Brandon immediately afterwards took his solitary way to Delaford." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Dashwoods were two days on the road, and Marianne bore her journey on both without essential fatigue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every thing that the most zealous affection, the most solicitous care, could do to render her comfortable, was the office of each watchful companion, and each found their reward in her bodily ease, and her calmness of spirits. To Elinor, the observation of the latter was particularly grateful. She, who had seen her week after week so constantly suffering, oppressed by anguish of heart which she had neither courage to speak of, nor fortitude to conceal, now saw with a joy, which no other could equally share, an apparent composure of mind, which, in being the result, as she trusted, of serious reflection, must eventually lead her to contentment and cheerfulness.\n\nAs they approached Barton, indeed, and entered on scenes, of which every field and every tree brought some peculiar, some painful recollection, she grew silent and thoughtful, and turning away her face from their notice, sat earnestly gazing through the window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But here, Elinor could neither wonder nor blame; and when she saw, as she assisted Marianne from the carriage, that she had been crying, she saw only an emotion too natural in itself to raise any thing less tender than pity, and in its un obtrusiveness entitled to praise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the whole of her subsequent manner, she traced the direction of a mind awakened to reasonable exertion; for no sooner had they entered their common sitting-room, than Marianne turned her eyes around it with a look of resolute firmness, as if determined at once to accustom herself to the sight of every object with which the remembrance of Willoughby could be connected. She said little, but every sentence aimed at cheerfulness; and though a sigh sometimes escaped her, it never passed away without the atonement of a smile. After dinner she would try her piano-forte. She went to it; but the music on which her eye first rested was an opera, procured for her by Willoughby, containing some of their favourite duets, and bearing on its outward leaf her own name in his handwriting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That would not do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shook her head, put the music aside, and, after running over the keys for a minute, complained of feebleness in her fingers, and closed the instrument again; declaring, however, with firmness, as she did so, that she should in future practise much.\n\nThe next morning produced no abatement in these happy symptoms. On the contrary, with a mind and body alike strengthened by rest, she looked and spoke with more genuine spirit, anticipating the pleasure of Margaret's return, and talking of the dear family party which would then be restored, of their mutual pursuits and cheerful society, as the only happiness worth a wish.\n\n\"When the weather is settled, and I have recovered my strength,\" said she, \"we will take long walks together every day. We will walk to the farm at the edge of the down, and see how the children go on; we will walk to Sir John's new plantations at Barton Cross, and the Abbeyland; and we will often go to the old ruins of the Priory, and try to trace its foundations as far as we are told they once reached. I know we shall be happy. I know the summer will pass happily away. I mean never to be later in rising than six, and from that time till dinner I shall divide every moment between music and reading. I have formed my plan, and am determined to enter on a course of serious study. Our own library is too well known to me, to be resorted to for any thing beyond mere amusement. But there are many works well worth reading at the Park; and there are others of more modern production, which I know I can borrow of Colonel Brandon. By reading only six hours a day, I shall gain in the course of a twelvemonth a great deal of instruction which I now feel myself to want.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elinor honoured her for a plan which originated so nobly as this; though smiling to see the same eager fancy which had been leading her to the extreme of languid indolence and selfish repining now at work in introducing excess into a scheme of such rational employment and virtuous self-control." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her smile, however, changed to a sigh when she remembered that her promise to Willoughby was yet unfulfilled, and feared she had that to communicate which might again unsettle the mind of Marianne, and ruin, at least for a time, this fair prospect of busy tranquillity. Willing therefore to delay the evil hour, she resolved to wait till her sister's health were more secure, before she appointed it. But the resolution was made only to be broken.\n\nMarianne had been two or three days at home before the weather was fine enough for an invalid like herself to venture out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But at last a soft, genial morning appeared, such as might tempt the daughter's wishes and the mother's confidence; and Marianne, leaning on Elinor's arm, was authorised to walk as long as she could without fatigue, in the lane before the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sisters set out at a pace, slow as the feebleness of Marianne in an exercise hitherto untried since her illness required; and they had advanced only so far beyond the house as to admit a full view of the hill, the important hill behind, when pausing with her eyes turned towards it, Marianne calmly said,—\n\n\"There, exactly there,\" pointing with one hand, \"on that projecting mound, there I fell; and there I first saw Willoughby.\"\n\nHer voice sunk with the word, but presently reviving, she added,—\n\n\"I am thankful to find that I can look with so little pain on the spot! Shall we ever talk on that subject, Elinor?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "hesitatingly it was said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or will it be wrong? I can talk of it now, I hope, as I ought to do.\"\n\nElinor tenderly invited her to be open.\n\n\"As for regret,\" said Marianne, \"I have done with that, as far as he is concerned. I do not mean to talk to you of what my feelings have been for him, but what they are now. At present, if I could be satisfied on one point, if I could be allowed to think that he was not always acting a part, not always deceiving me; but above all, if I could be assured that he never was so very wicked as my fears have sometimes fancied him, since the story of that unfortunate girl—\"\n\nShe stopped. Elinor joyfully treasured her words as she answered, —" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you could be assured of that, you think you should be easy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. My peace of mind is doubly involved in it for not only is it horrible to suspect a person, who has been what he has been to me, of such designs, but what must it make me appear to myself? What, in a situation like mine, but a most shamefully unguarded affection could expose me to—\"\n\n\"How, then,\" asked her sister, \"would you account for his behaviour?\"\n\n\"I would suppose him—oh, how gladly would I suppose him!—only fickle, very, very fickle.\"\n\nElinor said no more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was debating within herself on the eligibility of beginning her story directly, or postponing it till Marianne were in stronger health; and they crept on for a few minutes in silence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am not wishing him too much good,\" said Marianne at last, with a sigh, \"when I wish his secret reflections may be no more unpleasant than my own. He will suffer enough in them.\"\n\n\"Do you compare your conduct with his?\"\n\n\"No. I compare it with what it ought to have been. I compare it with yours.\"\n\n\"Our situations have borne little resemblance.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They have borne more than our conduct. Do not, my dearest Elinor, let your kindness defend what I know your judgment must censure. My illness has made me think. It has given me leisure and calmness for serious recollection. Long before I was enough recovered to talk, I was perfectly able to reflect. I considered the past: I saw in my own behaviour, since the beginning of our acquaintance with him last autumn, nothing but a series of imprudence towards myself, and want of kindness to others. I saw that my own feelings had prepared my sufferings; and that my want of fortitude under them had almost led me to the grave. My illness, I well knew, had been entirely brought on by myself by such negligence of my own health, as I had felt, even at the time, to be wrong. Had I died, it would have been self-destruction. I did not know my danger till the danger was removed; but with such feelings as these reflections gave me, I wonder at my recovery,—wonder that the very eagerness of my desire to live, to have time for atonement to my God, and to you all, did not kill me at once. Had I died, in what peculiar misery should I have left you, my nurse, my friend, my sister! You, who had seen all the fretful selfishness of my latter days; who had known all the murmurings of my heart! How should I have lived in your remembrance! My mother, too! How could you have consoled her! I cannot express my own abhorrence of myself. Whenever I looked towards the past, I saw some duty neglected, or some failing indulged. Every body seemed injured by me. The kindness, the unceasing kindness, of Mrs. Jennings, I had repaid with ungrateful contempt. To the Middletons, the Palmers, the Steeles, to every common acquaintance even, I had been insolent and unjust; with a heart hardened against their merits, and a temper irritated by their very attention. To John, to Fanny, yes, even to them, little as they deserve, I had given less than their due. But you, you above all, above my mother, had been wronged by me. I, and only I, knew your heart and its sorrows; yet, to what did it influence me?—not to any compassion that could benefit you or myself. Your example was before me; but to what avail? Was I more considerate of you and your comfort? Did I imitate your forbearance, or lessen your restraints, by taking any part in those offices of general complaisance or particular gratitude which you had hitherto been left to discharge alone? No; not less when I knew you to be unhappy, than when I had believed you at ease, did I turn away from every exertion of duty or friendship; scarcely allowing sorrow to exist but with me, regretting only that heart which had deserted and wronged me, and leaving you, for whom I professed an unbounded affection, to be miserable for my sake.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here ceased the rapid flow of her self-reproving spirit; and Elinor, impatient to soothe, though too honest to flatter, gave her instantly that praise and support which her frankness and her contrition so well deserved. Marianne pressed her hand and replied,—\n\n\"You are very good. The future must be my proof. I have laid down my plan, and if I am capable of adhering to it, my feelings shall be governed and my temper improved. They shall no longer worry others, nor torture myself. I shall now live solely for my family. You, my mother, and Margaret, must henceforth be all the world to me; you will share my affections entirely between you. From you, from my home, I shall never again have the smallest incitement to move; and if I do mix in other society, it will be only to show that my spirit is humbled, my heart amended, and that I can practise the civilities, the lesser duties of life, with gentleness and forbearance. As for Willoughby, to say that I shall soon, or that I shall ever forget him, would be idle. His remembrance can be overcome by no change of circumstances or opinions. But it shall be regulated, it shall be checked by religion, by reason, by constant employment.\"\n\nShe paused—and added, in a lower voice, \"If I could but know his heart, every thing would become easy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elinor, who had now been for some time reflecting on the propriety or impropriety of speedily hazarding her narration, without feeling at all nearer decision than at first, heard this; and perceiving that as reflection did nothing resolution must do all, soon found herself leading to the fact." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She managed the recital, as she hoped, with address; prepared her anxious listener with caution; related simply and honestly the chief points on which Willoughby grounded his apology; did justice to his repentance, and softened only his protestations of present regard. Marianne said not a word. She trembled: her eyes were fixed on the ground; and her lips became whiter than even sickness had left them. A thousand enquiries sprung up from her heart, but she dared not urge one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She caught every syllable with panting eagerness: her hand, unknowingly to herself, closely pressed her sister's, and tears covered her cheeks." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elinor, dreading her being tired, led her towards home; and till they reached the door of the cottage, easily conjecturing what her curiosity must be, though no question was suffered to speak it, talked of nothing but Willoughby, and their conversation together; and was carefully minute in every particular of speech and look, where minuteness could be safely indulged. As soon as they entered the house, Marianne, with a kiss of gratitude, and these two words just articulate through her tears, \"Tell mamma,\" withdrew from her sister, and walked slowly up stairs, Elinor would not attempt to disturb a solitude so reasonable as what she now sought; and with a mind anxiously prearranging its result, and a resolution of reviving the subject again, should Marianne fail to do it, she turned into the parlour to fulfil her parting injunction." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of Jane Austen.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of Jane Austen every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a proper resistance on the part of Mrs. Ferrars, just so violent and so steady as to preserve her from that reproach which she always seemed fearful of incurring, the reproach of being too amiable, Edward was admitted to her presence, and pronounced to be again her son." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her family had of late been exceedingly fluctuating. For many years of her life she had had two sons; but the crime and annihilation of Edward, a few weeks ago, had robbed her of one; the similar annihilation of Robert had left her for a fortnight without any; and now, by the resuscitation of Edward, she had one again.\n\nIn spite of his being allowed once more to live, however, he did not feel the continuance of his existence secure till he had revealed his present engagement; for the publication of that circumstance, he feared, might give a sudden turn to his constitution, and carry him off as rapidly as before. With apprehensive caution, therefore, it was revealed; and he was listened to with unexpected calmness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mrs. Ferrars at first reasonably endeavoured to dissuade him from marrying Miss Dashwood, by every argument in her power; told him, that in Miss Morton he would have a woman of higher rank and larger fortune; and enforced the assertion, by observing that Miss Morton was the daughter of a nobleman with thirty thousand pounds, while Miss Dashwood was only the daughter of a private gentleman with no more than three, but when she found that, though perfectly admitting the truth of her representation, he was by no means inclined to be guided by it, she judged it wisest, from the experience of the past, to submit; and, therefore, after such an ungracious delay as she owed to her own dignity, and as served to prevent every suspicion of good-will, she issued her decree of consent to the marriage of Edward and Elinor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What she would engage to do towards augmenting their income was next to be considered; and here it plainly appeared, that though Edward was now her only son, he was by no means her eldest; for while Robert was inevitably endowed with a thousand pounds a year, not the smallest objection was made against Edward's taking orders for the sake of two hundred and fifty at the utmost; nor was any thing promised either for the present or in future, beyond the ten thousand pounds, which had been given with Fanny.\n\nIt was as much, however, as was desired, and more than was expected, by Edward and Elinor; and Mrs. Ferrars herself, by her shuffling excuses, seemed the only person surprised at her not giving more.\n\nWith an income quite sufficient to their wants thus secured to them, they had nothing to wait for after Edward was in possession of the living but the readiness of the house, to which Colonel Brandon, with an eager desire for the accommodation of Elinor, was making considerable improvements; and after waiting some time for their completion,—after experiencing, as usual, a thousand disappointments and delays, from the unaccountable dilatoriness of the workmen,—Elinor, as usual, broke through the first positive resolution, of not marrying till every thing was ready; and the ceremony took place in Barton church early in the autumn.\n\nThe first month after their marriage was spent with their friend at the mansion-house; from whence they could superintend the progress of the parsonage, and direct every thing as they liked on the spot; could choose papers, project shrubberies, and invent a sweep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mrs. Jennings's prophecies, though rather jumbled together, were chiefly, fulfilled; for she was able to visit Edward and his wife in their parsonage by Michaelmas; and she found in Elinor and her husband, as she really believed, one of the happiest couple in the world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had, in fact, nothing to wish for, but the marriage of Colonel Brandon and Marianne, and rather better pasturage for their cows.\n\nThey were visited on their first settling by almost all their relations and friends. Mrs. Ferrars came to inspect the happiness which she was almost ashamed of having authorised; and even the Dashwoods were at the expense of a journey from Sussex to do them honour.\n\n\"I will not say that I am disappointed, my dear sister,\" said John, as they were walking together one morning before the gates of Delaford House, \"that would be saying too much; for certainly you have been one of the most fortunate young women in the world, as it is. But, I confess, it would give me great pleasure to call Colonel Brandon brother. His property here, his place, his house,—every thing in such respectable and excellent condition! And his woods,—I have not seen such timber any where in Dorsetshire as there is now standing in Delaford Hanger! And though, perhaps, Marianne may not seem exactly the person to attract him, yet I think it would altogether be advisable for you to have them now frequently staying with you; for, as Colonel Brandon seems a great deal at home, nobody can tell what may happen; for, when people are much thrown together, and see little of any body else,-and it will always be in your power to set her off to advantage, and so forth. In short, you may as well give her a chance: you understand me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But though Mrs. Ferrars did come to see them, and always treated them with the make-believe of decent affection, they were never insulted by her real favour and preference." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was due to the folly of Robert, and the cunning of his wife; and it was earned by them before many months had passed away. The selfish sagacity of the latter, which had at first drawn Robert into the scrape, was the principal instrument of his deliverance from it; for her respectful humility, assiduous attentions, and endless flatteries, as soon as the smallest opening was given for their exercise, reconciled Mrs. Ferrars to his choice, and reestablished him completely in her favour.\n\nThe whole of Lucy's behaviour in the affair, and the prosperity which crowned it, therefore, may be held forth as a most encouraging instance of what an earnest, and unceasing attention to self-interest, however its progress may be apparently obstructed, will do in securing every advantage of fortune, with no other sacrifice than that of time and conscience. When Robert first sought her acquaintance, and privately visited her in Bart lett's Buildings, it was only with the view imputed to him by his brother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He merely meant to persuade her to give up the engagement; and as there could be nothing to overcome but the affection of both, he naturally expected that one or two interviews would settle the matter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In that point, however, and that only, he erred; for though Lucy soon gave him hopes that his eloquence would convince her in time, another visit, another conversation, was always wanted to produce this conviction. Some doubts always lingered in her mind when they parted, which could only be removed by another half hour's discourse with himself. His attendance was by this means secured, and the rest followed in course. Instead of talking of Edward, they came gradually to talk only of Robert,—a subject on which he had always more to say than on any other, and in which she soon betrayed an interest even equal to his own; and, in short, it became speedily evident to both, that he had entirely supplanted his brother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was proud of his conquest, proud of tricking Edward, and very proud of marrying privately without his mother's consent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What immediately followed is known. They passed some months in great happiness at Dawlish; for she had many relations and old acquaintance to cut—and he drew several plans for magnificent cottages; and from thence returning to town procured the forgiveness of Mrs. Ferrars, by the simple expedient of asking it, which, at Lucy's instigation, was adopted. The forgiveness, at first, indeed, as was reasonable, comprehended only Robert; and Lucy, who had owed his mother no duty, and therefore could have transgressed none, still remained some weeks longer unpardoned. But perseverance in humility of conduct and messages, in self-condemnation for Robert's offence, and gratitude for the unkindness she was treated with, procured her in time the haughty notice which overcame her by its graciousness, and led soon afterwards, by rapid degrees, to the highest state of affection and influence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucy became as necessary to Mrs. Ferrars as either Robert or Fanny; and while Edward was never cordially forgiven for having once intended to marry her, and Elinor, though superior to her in fortune and birth, was spoken of as an intruder, she was in every thing considered, and always openly acknowledged, to be a favourite child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They settled in town, received very liberal assistance from Mrs. Ferrars, were on the best terms imaginable with the Dashwoods; and, setting aside the jealousies and ill-will continually subsisting between Fanny and Lucy, in which their husbands of course took a part, as well as the frequent domestic disagreements between Robert and Lucy themselves, nothing could exceed the harmony in which they all lived together.\n\nWhat Edward had done to forfeit the right of eldest son might have puzzled many people to find out; and what Robert had done to succeed to it might have puzzled them still more. It was an arrangement, however, justified in its effects, if not in its cause; for nothing ever appeared in Robert's style of living or of talking to give a suspicion of his regretting the extent of his income, as either leaving his brother too little, or bringing himself too much; and if Edward might be judged from the ready discharge of his duties in every particular, from an increasing attachment to his wife and his home, and from the regular cheerfulness of his spirits, he might be supposed no less contented with his lot, no less free from every wish of an exchange.\n\nElinor's marriage divided her as little from her family as could well be contrived, without rendering the cottage at Barton entirely useless, for her mother and sisters spent much more than half their time with her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mrs. Dashwood was acting on motives of policy as well as pleasure in the frequency of her visits at Delaford; for her wish of bringing Marianne and Colonel Brandon together was hardly less earnest, though rather more liberal than what John had expressed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was now her darling object. Precious as was the company of her daughter to her, she desired nothing so much as to give up its constant enjoyment to her valued friend; and to see Marianne settled at the mansion-house was equally the wish of Edward and Elinor. They each felt his sorrows, and their own obligations, and Marianne, by general consent, was to be the reward of all.\n\nWith such a confederacy against her—with a knowledge so intimate of his goodness—with a conviction of his fond attachment to herself, which at last, though long after it was observable to every body else—burst on her—what could she do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marianne Dashwood was born to an extraordinary fate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was born to discover the falsehood of her own opinions, and to counteract, by her conduct, her most favourite maxims. She was born to overcome an affection formed so late in life as at seventeen, and with no sentiment superior to strong esteem and lively friendship, voluntarily to give her hand to another!—and that other, a man who had suffered no less than herself under the event of a former attachment, whom, two years before, she had considered too old to be married,—and who still sought the constitutional safeguard of a flannel waistcoat!\n\nBut so it was. Instead of falling a sacrifice to an irresistible passion, as once she had fondly flattered herself with expecting, instead of remaining even for ever with her mother, and finding her only pleasures in retirement and study, as afterwards in her more calm and sober judgment she had determined on,—she found herself at nineteen submitting to new attachments, entering on new duties, placed in a new home, a wife, the mistress of a family, and the patroness of a village." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Colonel Brandon was now as happy as all those who best loved him believed he deserved to be: in Marianne he was consoled for every past affliction: her regard and her society restored his mind to animation, and his spirits to cheerfulness; and that Marianne found her own happiness in forming his, was equally the persuasion and delight of each observing friend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marianne could never love by halves; and her whole heart became, in time, as much devoted to her husband as it had once been to Willoughby.\n\nWilloughby could not hear of her marriage without a pang; and his punishment was soon afterwards complete, in the voluntary forgiveness of Mrs. Smith, who, by stating his marriage with a woman of character as the source of her clemency, gave him reason for believing that had he behaved with honour towards Marianne he might at once have been happy and rich. That his repentance of misconduct, which thus brought its own punishment, was sincere, need not be doubted; nor that he long thought of Colonel Brandon with envy, and of Marianne with regret. But that he was for ever inconsolable, that he fled from society, or contracted an habitual gloom of temper, or died of a broken heart, must not be depended on—for he did neither." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She swims with purpose from the depths below\n\nShe drifts unafraid of the dark\n\nShe holds tight to hope through the undertow\n\nAnd washes ashore with a spark" }, { "from": "human", "value": "[ GENEVIEVE ]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fantasy. That's what last night was. And maybe this morning too when I wake to warm, strong arms around me. I pull Oliver's forearm tighter against my chest, shuddering at the thought of him releasing me in just a few minutes. He's already stirring, and I close my eyes to enjoy another moment of bliss before confronting the reality of what last night's indulgence cost us. Anxiety for later." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For now, I focus on the thrill of our time together over the last twelve hours." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We spent the night snuggled at my table in the club, laughing and talking, pretending we were alone in the universe while Brett and Walt worked hard to make sure we were. Also pretending Oliver's teammates were friendly and polite because I was his date, not because I was Genevieve Fox. That their discreet (and non-discreet) photos of me were normal night-out behavior and it would be no big deal for me to show up at one of his workouts or host a team charity event with the other girlfriends and wives. For a few more seconds I pretend that he will leave here, go to his meetings, get cleared to train again, and things will be exactly the same today as they were yesterday." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Morning.\" Oliver's gravelly sleep voice stirs my insides, forcing my backside to involuntarily seek him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He lets out a soft chuckle against my ear when I press into his hips. \"You sleep okay?\"\n\n\"Never better. You gave me quite a workout last night, so I'm not surprised.\"\n\nHe brushes the hair from my neck, and soon I feel the scrape of stubble and rush of a kiss. I melt into it, reaching back to tangle my fingers in his hair and encourage him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can probably use your performance last night as evidence that you're healed enough to return when you talk to the doctors today,\" I tease." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah? You want to come as my Exhibit A?\"\n\n\"I would if you thought it would help.\"\n\nI'm practically grinding against him now, loving the feel of his lips on my neck as I tug his hair in tandem with my hips. Flashbacks from last night come screaming into the present." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His devastating body displayed on my sheets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sculpted and hard, mine to play with for hours of uninterrupted fantasy. The perfect finale to our night of pretend.\n\n\"This is definitely helping,\" he murmurs against my skin. \"We should add this to my rehab protocol.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mouth moves to my ear, just as his phone erupts in a shrill alarm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stills with a groan and rests his forehead on my shoulder. Just like that, the fantasy is over.\n\n\"I guess your meetings aren't optional, huh,\" I say, also disappointed.\n\n\"Are yours?\" he asks with dry humor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I pull in a breath, trying not to think about mine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I got the notice at his apartment the other night. It's official: tour rehearsals begin today. Typically, that news is met with excitement, not dread. \"Can you at least do a shower and breakfast? I could use some Oliver therapy to get through my day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hear the grin in his voice as he says, \"Absolutely.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I lock myself in the studio and open the message from Joel as soon as Oliver leaves, ignoring the others for now. I'll deal with those later. First, I need more good news to bolster my strength for the coming storm. I pull up the link on my laptop so I can listen on the studio monitors, my heart pounding with excitement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This rush is so different than the tedious chore the recording process usually feels to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Joel sensed it too that night in the studio, and I can't wait to see what he's done with my vision.\n\nGot Xander Silva to track the drums for us. Let me know what you think, reads the corresponding message from Joel. Xander Silva? The Falling Back North drummer?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I love their sound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now I'm really excited. I click the link and settle into my chair for a listen.\n\nThe kick drum comes in with heartbeat-sounding double hits on beat one.\n\nBoom-boom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Unremarkable,\" my haunting voice breathes out in the silent break." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Boom-boom.\n\n\"Unsustainable.\"\n\nBoom-boom.\n\n\"Unreliable, deniable, holy hell, I'm shakable, replaceable, untamable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I've heard it all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Heard heard heard it all.\"\n\nA sick bass line counters my complex vocal cadence on the last line of the opening verse in a spine-tingling mesh of rhythms. At the pre-chorus, a heavy electric guitar chugs over the bass while the drums shift into a more steady beat with an added snare and hi-hat.\n\n\"Such a shame your endgames" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Don't concern me anymore" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yeah, see, I've heard heard heard it all before\"\n\nA small drum fill breaks up the driving undercurrent and adds just the right amount of intensity to build into the next verse.\n\n\"Oh, she's a one-trick pony\n\nThough no one knows she" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rides beyond the phony" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tracks they only see\"\n\nA lead guitar joins with a riff just as my voice shifts from sultry to angry. I don't remember the rasp in my tone from that night, but now that I hear it, I don't want to sing another song without it.\n\n\"Cuz I'm no princess" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And if you think I'll miss this" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Better get the message\n\nI won't\n\nYou can keep me on the guestlist\n\nCuz I'm about to mess with" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The secrets you've been left with" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just broke\"\n\nWith a dramatic drop, the music strips back to the understated drive of the opening verses, leaving my toes curled and my back strained forward with anticipation.\n\n\"Such a shame your endgames\n\nDon't concern me anymore" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yeah, see, I've heard heard heard it all before\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Break.\n\nAnd then…\n\nManic.\n\n\"No, this damsel doesn't need your confession" }, { "from": "human", "value": "These cries aren't desperate" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just more leverage\n\nAgainst the broken ties\n\nOf sheltered minds\n\nHypnotized eyes" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bleeding lies" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That no longer shake me\"\n\nI'm practically screaming now. Xander must be getting the workout of his life with the violence he's inflicting on his kit. Joel's bassline continues to run rampant, the guitars wailing in protest at my deep-seated anger bursting into the light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Make me sing while" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This castle wall is coming down\n\nAround old fears\n\nThese tears are just the fucking years spent getting here.\n\nYeah, I'll sing through the sting" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Because nothing's worth the time I've lost" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the thought\n\nI can't live without a throne.\"\n\nWhen the song ends, silence echoes through my studio. Only my labored breaths give any hint of the magic that just occurred." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I did that? My words? My voice?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My vision? The bridge, the chorus, the breakdowns and builds, all of it works together to tell my story in music. My evolution. My metamorphosis into something else. Well, not me—the new artist no one knows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The girl in the mirror." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stunned, I pick up my phone and snap a picture of my face. Pulling up the chat with Joel, I send the photo.\n\nThis is what I think, I type back, dragging a sleeve across my tear-soaked cheeks.\n\nI listen to the song several more times and work out a schedule with Joel to finish it before finally braving the journey back to reality." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe I feel stronger than usual, bolstered by my morning with Oliver and artistic self-discovery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I probably should have read the slew of other messages I'd been ignoring, but couldn't bring myself to ruin the bliss one second earlier than necessary.\n\nHadley hovers at the top of the stairs as if she's been waiting for me, her expression severe and focused.\n\n\"It's bad, huh,\" I mutter, brushing past her toward the kitchen. She follows behind me, her laptop tucked under her arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she doesn't respond, I glance back and see her staring at her phone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Crap, your parents are on their way,\" she says.\n\nI groan and reach for a glass. \"Tell them no.\"\n\nHer gaze shoots to mine. \"Okay, but have you seen any of it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I try to swallow the chill that rushes through me at her grave question." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You mean, the internet gossip about last night? What else is new?\"\n\nShe looks away, and my stomach twists with nausea. I fill my glass with water and take a long drink to soothe the ache.\n\n\"It's…\" she pulls in a deep breath and opens her laptop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have a conference call scheduled with Selena and Sam this evening after rehearsal.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She flips the screen around, and my heart stops.\n\n\"BACK IN ACTION?\" reads the headline on a major gossip page.\n\n\"Injured goalie Oliver Levesque's knee looked just fine as he made the rounds with pop sensation Genevieve Fox and socialite Regina Jeffries at The Six Stone Lounge. Sources say, while he started the evening with Ms. Jeffries, it was Ms. Fox who got cozy and took him home. Not bad for a hockey player who isn't even on the ice. Does this mean Genevieve finally found a replacement for ex-fiancé Darryn Shields? Or has Levesque found a new game to play while stuck on injured reserve? You can bet we'll be keeping a close eye on this shocking pairing.\"\n\nI stare at the photos for a long time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Grainy shots of Oliver and me rewrite our amazing night together with a bitter filter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We look so happy, so connected and free. It feels sinister now that they've stripped us down to blurb fodder. Sprinkled among our photos are images of Oliver and another woman. Whoever this Regina Jeffries is, I presume." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She's pressed against him, her lips at his ear while he appears to be concentrating on what she's saying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's not smiling in any of the photos with her. Maybe one, but it's hard to tell in the dim lighting. I'll ask him about her, but I've had my words and actions twisted enough to know things are rarely what they seem.\n\n\"That's the kindest of the articles,\" Hadley says quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guess we shouldn't be surprised. It's my first time being linked to anyone since Darryn. What are they saying?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she hesitates again, I give her a sharp look. \"It's better if you just tell me, Had. I need to be prepared when I see it for myself. It's not like I haven't gotten this stuff before.\"\n\nShe clears her throat and pulls the laptop back to her. \"I know. It's just… it's mostly aimed at Oliver not you. Is he used to this?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aimed at Oliver? My stomach drops." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why would they target him? I'm the bigger name, the bigger story. Wait, that's exactly why it's aimed at him. I make him the better story." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I've publicly turned a saint into a sinner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hadley presents the screen again, and I drag in a heavy breath.\n\n\"PLAYER A PLAYER?\"\n\n\"Must be nice to have time to play the field while your team gets clobbered on the ice. Although supposedly injured, hockey phenom Oliver Levesque was spotted ditching his team in favor of popstar Genevieve Fox at The Six Stone Lounge Thursday night. Interesting how a torn knee keeps him off the ice, but not off the dancefloor. Hard to blame him. We'd fake an injury for the chance to cuddle up with Genevieve Fox as well. Watch out, Gen. You might be the next to be played by this professional player.\"\n\n\"Fake an injury?\" I cry, slamming my fist on the island." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does no one fact check anything anymore? And we weren't dancing! We were just hugging each other.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hadley nods, her eyes narrowing in anger. \"It's total bull-crap. Another one said he dumped Regina for you, even though she's pregnant with his baby, but most are along the lines of how irresponsible he is to be out partying when he's supposedly injured and his team is struggling. Some are saying he must be faking the extent of the injury.\"\n\nFaking? Gosh, he'd do anything to be back on the ice.\n\n\"Oh please. He was sitting at a table drinking seltzer water the whole time. Besides, that's not even how sports injuries work. And he was literally there with his teammates. They're the ones who talked him into going.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'd laugh if my stomach wasn't so sick." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The problem is, even the major news outlets have picked up the story of us together. There will be no hiding from this one. \"Regina Jeffries? Do we even know who that is?\"\n\nHadley shrugs. \"Some heiress, I guess. Never heard of her before this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need to talk to Oliver.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I grab my phone from the island.\n\n\"Uh-oh. Your parents aren't listening, Gen. They're still coming. You want me to call security? Just make sure you're ready for that bombshell if you officially block them.\"\n\nI release a long sigh and shake my head. \"No. I'm going to have to face them eventually. Might as well be now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm more concerned about Oliver anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pulling up his number, I tap my fingers on the counter impatiently when the call goes straight to voicemail. Crap. I leave a message, and then send a corresponding text to call me as soon as possible.\n\nShoving my phone down in disgust, I rest my elbows on the counter and bury my head in my hands. This is my fault." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I warned him about the ugly, knowing full-well he wouldn't run." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew he'd take the pain. I've watched him battle through it since the first time I saw him, and I hoped he would handle mine. He's a warrior, and I'm his cancer. A curse. I'm a caricature of a life I can't live, a persona I can't satisfy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The world wants the girl teetering on the edge of the summit, the girl who's so far up she can only look down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Forget happiness and fulfillment. My identity has been formed by fear. Every choice, every move, every waking moment an exhausting effort to secure my footing on the slippery edge of a cloud, staring south at the distant ground. My entire existence is devoted to not falling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Except, then came Oliver and the girl in the mirror he dragged to the light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Is she afraid of the fall? She's a spark who thrives in the shadows. She can go into a studio with Joel and make art until four in the morning. She has drive and determination and purpose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe, just maybe, she's a glimpse of what I've been taught my whole life to fear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're going to figure this out, Gen,\" Hadley says firmly. \"We've got the best people already working on it, and if necessary, we can involve the label. Plus—\"\n\nShe stops when I lift my head and meet her gaze directly. \"I know,\" I say in a steady tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She searches my face in surprise, her expression changing from anxious to curious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" I ask.\n\n\"Nothing.\" She tilts her head, studying me. \"You're just… Taking this better than I thought? A couple weeks ago you seemed ready to break. I was so worried about you. Something like this could have crushed you. And now? I don't know. You've been different lately.\"\n\nDifferent. There's been no scarier word than different throughout the course of my life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Different is the enemy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Different is the first step over the cliff into death.\n\n\"And, Gen? Trust me. This time different is good.\"\n\n\"I knew he was trouble from the moment I saw him!\" my mother snaps, pounding the island." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As if it wasn't bad enough he's been planting all these crazy doubts in your head, now we find out he's a fame whore?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I almost choke on my water. Manic laughter bubbles in my throat. We've been at it for an hour, so it's probably delirium as well, but come on. Oliver? A fame whore?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "This coming from the woman who lives for the spotlight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And that's not even the most ridiculous thing she's said since she and Dad invaded my house.\n\n\"He's clearly using you, Genevieve,\" she continues. \"How can you not see that?\"\n\n\"Using me for what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I retort. Her eyes widen at my rare defense, but bravery is a virus, feeding on itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once the truth starts flowing, it's hard to stop. \"His life has just been blown up because of me. Yesterday he was the darling of the NHL. Today he's—we don't even know how bad it is yet. What's he getting out of this?\"\n\nShe tucks her hands on her hips. \"Are you serious? Come now, Genevieve. You've always been a bit naïve but—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I'm naïve it's your fault, Mother!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gasps, but I don't retract my statement.\n\n\"Do you know who taught me how to use a knife? Oliver. I can't do anything normal twenty-two-year-olds can do thanks to you. Who gave me the strength to face the darkness that's been drowning me? Oliver. Who helped me not be afraid of my own fucking reflection?!\"\n\n\"Genevieve!\"\n\n\"What?!\" I scream back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't curse? Oh no. Someone might hear it and post a critique. Alert the press! Genevieve Fox used a naughty word! Guess what, Mom? Fuck! Shit! Fucking shit damn asshole! I know them all!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wave my hand and lean back in challenge.\n\n\"Foul language is a sign of the unimaginative,\" she huffs, crossing her arms.\n\n\"No. You know what's a sign of the unimaginative? Singing someone else's damn songs all the time. Performing the same safe drivel over and over again. Building an entire spectacle on a premise that doesn't even exist because it sells and makes people believe in bullshit. Genevieve Fox is no one, Mom! She's an artist's rendition of a human you and the producers and labels invented. It just took me twenty-two years to figure it out!\"\n\nMy mother staggers back, her hand to her chest as if I've struck her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An instinctive retraction rushes to my tongue, a path to smoothing things back to \"normal.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But what is normal? Is normal the sliver of light I saw in that brief moment alone in my studio? The blast of color I experience when Oliver is around? No, normal is the absence of pain—and the absence of happiness that goes with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Call White Flame,\" I direct to Hadley, while still staring at my mother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell them I'm not coming in for the rehearsal today.\"\n\n\"What?!\" Mom shrieks.\n\n\"Sweetie, think about this,\" my father says gently, late (and useless) to the party as usual.\n\nI tear my gaze from my parents to rest on Hadley who blinks back with a stunned expression." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Call them,\" I repeat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wha—what should I tell them?\" she asks.\n\n\"Tell them I'm not feeling well.\"\n\nI'm not. I feel like shit, actually. I'm feeling like my entire life is a joke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That my world is collapsing around me and nothing makes sense anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm feeling like there's no way in hell I can prance around to Julie Sanchez' polished chart-topper and pretend it's remotely as fulfilling as that sloppy rough mix of my own song.\n\n\"Genevieve, think about this,\" Mom says in a low voice. I hear the brush of panic in her timber. She's fighting so hard to keep it at bay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's the same knife's edge I've been living on forever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're making lasting decisions on a temporary emotion.\"\n\n\"Am I?\" I ask, meeting her gaze. \"And how do you know that? How do you know the difference between lasting and temporary in my life? Call Devin,\" I say to Hadley.\n\n\"Where are you going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"None of your business. Now that my afternoon is cleared, I have something I need to do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gen—\"\n\n\"Stay here, or go home, Mom, but right now I'm busy. I'll call you later.\" I turn and march toward the back stairs.\n\n\"Genevieve! Gen! Get back here, young lady! We're not finished!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I don't stop. Don't even turn around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guard at the security gate gives me an apologetic look as he lowers the phone. \"I'm sorry, Ms. Fox. Mr. Sanderson said Oliver isn't home. I can't let you through.\"\n\nI could laugh at the irony, but instead lean my forearm on the ledge of my open car window. The poor guy looks stricken about saying no to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I kind of like that he did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Would even applaud him if I wasn't so desperate. I'm just lucky Sanderson is at his house. I vaguely remembered the players discussing an off-day last night at the club, so I was hoping.\n\n\"Right. I know. Tell him I'm here to see him, not Oliver.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man nods and repeats my message into the phone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His relief at the response must mirror mine when he finishes the call and hangs up.\n\n\"Go ahead,\" he says with a smile, and I nod my appreciation. \"Oh! Ms. Fox,\" he calls as I start raising my window. Devin presses the break, and I lean toward the guard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hesitates, and I notice the way his fingers outline a notepad in his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would you like an autograph?\" I ask gently.\n\nHe looks both guilty and excited as he nods. \"I'm sorry to ask. I never do this. Out of respect for our residents and their guests, of course. It's just…\"\n\n\"It's fine,\" I say, waving him off and reaching for the paper and pen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My daughter is a huge fan. You should see her going around the house dancing to your songs all the time. I'd never forgive myself for not asking.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's her name?\" I ask with a smile.\n\n\"Katie.\"\n\n\"With an I E?\"\n\nHe nods, beaming as I scribble out a quick message and shove the notepad back at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I would have done it anyway, but being on the good side of security at Oliver's gated community can't hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Especially in light of what's about to go down as he learns the cost of being with me.\n\n\"Thank you so much, Ms. Fox.\"\n\n\"You're welcome,\" I say, signaling Devin before we lose more time. My brain is spinning, my heart racing as we pull through the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We park at Raffie Sanderson's house, and I ask Devin to wait for me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't expect this to take very long. Heck, I might not even make it through the front door. I can't imagine I'm the man's favorite person right now.\n\nClimbing the stairs, I wonder if this is how Oliver felt the first time he came to my estate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's more intimidating than I realized." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I've never had stakes like this before. Pursuing something you want instead of something you already have drastically changes the game.\n\nRaffie opens the door, scanning me before motioning me inside. Maybe he looks angry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's hard to read the tough defenseman who's known for his merciless checks and fearless on-ice demeanor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's a tough opponent. I'll have to tap the strength I didn't know I had until I ended up on his doorstep.\n\n\"Thanks for seeing me,\" I say as he leads me through the hall to the living room.\n\n\"I'll admit I'm surprised to see you. A little curious. You want something to drink?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asks as we pass the kitchen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No thank you. I don't want to take up much of your time.\"\n\n\"I'm surprised a busy celebrity like you has time for this.\"\n\n\"I didn't. I canceled an important meeting to be here.\"\n\nHe glances back at that, his face changing as he studies me again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Motioning toward a leather recliner, he waits while I sit, then moves a few kids' toys to rest on the neighboring couch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How can I help you, Ms. Fox.\"\n\n\"Please, call me Genevieve.\"\n\nHe nods.\n\nI clear my throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Crap. I didn't plan this out exactly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just because I've finally found something worth the pain, doesn't mean I've figured out how to fight for it.\n\n\"I'm sure you've seen the reports about last night,\" I begin awkwardly.\n\nHis fist clenches on the armrest. \"You mean, the bullshit about how the most focused, selfless, hardworking guy I know is a lying playboy who likes to fuck around with Hollywood starlets? Yeah, I saw.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I look away, swallowing my response to his harsh statement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's not wrong. I felt the same fire at the injustice. It's why I'm here, isn't it? \"The coverage isn't fair. We both know he's not being represented accurately. Unfortunately—\"\n\n\"Unfortunately, you're not telling me anything I didn't already know and warn him about the second he started making googly eyes at you. This is exactly what I said would happen and why I told him not to get involved with you. What do you want, Genevieve? Why are you here? You want to make sure he's not going to open his mouth and make things worse for you? Because if you even have to ask me that, you don't know a damn thing about him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I bristle at his words, my own jaw tightening in response." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. I didn't come here for that. I came here because I know I don't deserve him, but I'm falling in love with him and I want to find a way to help make this better for him.\"\n\nHe stares at me for a moment, his hard features hardening further as he searches me. I stare right back, challenging him to find a false note in my statement. I spoke the truth, including a confession I didn't even know was there until I heard it pouring out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Am I falling in love with him?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hard. I'm falling hard.\n\nAfter what seems like hours, he finally breathes out a heavy sigh accompanied by a dry chuckle. \"I'll be damned,\" he mutters to himself. \"That idiot prince literally snagged a princess.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My brow furrows in response, the instinctive protest rising on my tongue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then—it stops. A smile slips out instead, especially when iron-warrior Raffie Sanderson levels an amused look at me. \"He did,\" I say sternly. \"So what are we going to do about this?\"\n\nRaffie runs something through his mind before settling back in his seat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"First, let me ask you something. Do you know why Ollie rents that crappy apartment downstairs from me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not crap—\"\n\nRaffie waves me off with a smirk. \"Come on, Ms. Fox. I can only imagine what kind of castle a princess like you lives in. You've seen his place. My grandmother has more room at her care home.\"\n\nI shrug. \"He said he doesn't need much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, that's true.\" Raffie locks his hands behind his head as he leans back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What he probably left out, if I know my boy, is that he's basically broke because he sends most of his paycheck home to Quebec. He supports his entire family of six. Did he tell you that?\"\n\nMy heart rocks in my chest. \"No,\" I say quietly. But I'm not surprised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He tell you his father died when he was thirteen? His older brother two years later? That he's felt pressure to provide for them since he was just a kid in juniors? That boy has worked his ass off every day of his life, not just for himself, but for everyone around him. His family, his coaches, his teammates. He's never known a world where he wasn't looking out for everyone else. Why do you think we're all so worried about this damn knee injury? For the first time in his life, his survival depends on doing the one thing he can't seem to get his thick skull around: fucking taking care of himself. He's got one job to do right now, look out for Oliver Levesque, and what's the first thing he does? Tackle your shit. My shit. Fucking front office brass who are parading him around for public charity and press parties. He tell you any of that, Genevieve? Do you truly understand the level of pressure on that kid right now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I shake my head, emotion burning behind my eyes.\n\n\"No, I'm sure he didn't,\" Raffie says, relaxing back into the cushion. \"If I had to guess, he probably listened to you whine about your rich girl problems. Nursed your wounds. Made you feel like the world revolved around you.\" He holds up his hands when I stiffen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, that's not a knock on you. He does that for everyone. Me included. Kels, my boys. Everyone. That's the way he is. Everyone else comes first. That's also why those who truly care about him need to step in and play hardball on his behalf.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's why you don't like me,\" I say quietly. He lifts a brow, and I shrug. \"I could tell Kelsie wasn't a fan the first time I visited. Last night at the club wasn't exactly a love fest either between us.\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" he says, but he doesn't sound sorry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sighs. \"Look, it's not personal. I'm sure you're a nice girl, but that doesn't mean you're good for him or his recovery.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nod slowly, wincing inwardly at his words. He's got a point. Haven't I been worried about exactly that? How many times has he come back limping after a fight with me?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm a setback for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An obstacle at a time when he needs to be clearing them as much as possible. The question burns in my throat, slithers onto my tongue like venom. Am I willing to give him up? Is he worth the pain of living without him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I think I've known the answer since the moment we met." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My heart shatters at what I'm about to do, but what choice do I have? There is no choice when it comes to Oliver. He's given up enough for me. He's too beautiful to be forced into a violent faceoff with the ugly." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Watts Martin.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of Watts Martin.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a Watts Martin sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What might have been and what has been\n\nPoint to one end, which is always present.\n\nFootfalls echo in the memory\n\nDown the passage which we did not take" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nWatts Martin" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Because these wings are no longer wings to fly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But merely fans to beat the air\n\nThe air which is now thoroughly small and dry\n\nSmaller and dryer than the will\n\nTeach us to care and not to care" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Teach us to sit still." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "- from \"Ash Wednesday,\" by T.S. Eliot\n\n\"It is not a stupid holiday. Where's your patriotism?\" Dahlu's voice had what Mika thought of as her \"dip edge.\" It was a particular testiness that only manifested itself when she was trying to make a fabulously complicated dip for her fabulously complicated party platters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's a complex question. I could have patriotism for the Empire, or just for Rionar, or both. Or both in different degrees. Or--\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right, it's a stupid holiday. Shut up and taste this.\" She held out a spoon with a small amount of thick, orangish goo at its tip.\n\nMika paused at his task of meat-slicing, sniffed it suspiciously, and licked it. \"What's it supposed to go with?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Cold cuts rolled around cheese.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A bit specialized, isn't it?\"\n\nShe thumped her foot impatiently. \"How does it taste?\"\n\n\"Good,\" he admitted. \"They'll probably go pretty well together.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you think it should be spicier?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A bit hotter.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" She wrapped up the bowl in wax paper. \"Then it's finished.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" Mika snorted as she put it back in the icebox. \"How many are we expecting?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I told you. It's an open party. I've invited, oh, two dozen, but they're welcome to bring their friends.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh. That's good.\" He resumed slicing.\n\nDahlu glanced over at him, eyes narrowed. \"You're thinking of inviting her, aren't you?\"\n\nMika faltered slightly, then cursed under his breath for letting her see he was afraid of her reaction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You said you wouldn't have a problem with me seeing her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't say I wouldn't have a problem with me seeing her.\" She sighed and shook her head. \"All right. But I don't think she'll like it, even if you convince her to go.\"\n\n\"Why not?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're not... her crowd.\" She shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're scared of how your friends will react to her.\"\n\n\"Shouldn't I be?\" Her voice rose a little. \"You know more about bats than anyone else who'll be there, and she still makes you nervous!\"\n\n\"No, she doesn't,\" he said. \"Not anymore.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Really?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, really. I've seen her two or three times a week for the past, what, month now.\" He realized it wasn't the right thing to say after he had started.\n\n\"I know,\" Dahlu said icily. \"Love, when I tell everyone that dinner is served, half of them will expect her to go for their throat rather than the table.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But she won't--\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I believe she'll be on good behavior for you. But what if someone else starts trouble with her? From what little you've told me of her\"--she threw a pot into the sink as if for punctuation--\"she doesn't seem the type to look the other way at an insult.\"\n\n\"I thought 'our sort' didn't make trouble.\"\n\nThe expression she turned on him was pained and unforgiving. \"Remember, it was your idea.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The drojaar leaned back in his chair, a picture in each hand, and pursed his lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a moment, he set one of them back on his desk, and held the other one up. \"This is the best one.\"\n\nMika looked across the desk. It was the sketch of Revar, now pen and ink, toned with gray and brown ink wash. \"I like what you've done with the shadows here,\" the dwarf continued, fingering his beard. \"Some of the other ones you've shaded in similar ways are effective as well. Your stippling needs work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the wash effects are quite creative." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd be interested in showing this one\"--he gestured toward Revar's image--\"and this.\" The second indicated was a dock scene, a ship being loaded at twilight; the colors were all subtle shades of cool, dark blue and grey. It wasn't one Mika himself was that fond of. \"But,\" he continued, \"I can make no promises. The bat zoomorph might be a--how do they say--hard sell.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Even though you think it's the best one?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is not a matter of what I think, merely of what is. But it has a more limited audience, especially in the local area. The buyers here are looking for work that can be hung over the sofa and complement the carpet. She--\" He tapped the mat around Revar. \"She is intense. Even in the relaxed pose, you sense danger. Your color scheme only highlights that. It is a work to be appreciated more by gallery owners than by most interior decorators.\"\n\nHis voice sounded slightly regretful as he continued. \"In Rionar, they want flowers and sunsets. Not a portrait of someone they wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He frowned. \"Did you use a live model for her? An actual bat?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" Mika said nervously.\n\n\"Interesting. Where did you find her?\"\n\n\"A dark alley.\"\n\nThe drojaar looked at him, coming as close to smiling as the race seemed capable of." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well.\" He pulled out a small stack of papers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Read these, and if you like them, sign. There are art dealers with smaller commissions, but most require a higher fee up front. And they are likely to display your work in the back, far away from the flowers and sunsets.\"\n\nA few minutes later Mika was standing outside Phisfir Galleries, his portfolio in one hand and the papers in the other. He shook his head, wondering what had motivated him to actually take his work to someone who might be interested.\n\nOf course, he knew exactly what--who--had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He walked home, feeling a disorienting mixture of happiness and confusion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So, how's the criminal element?\"\n\nThe burly fox grinned as he passed by Mika. He smiled mechanically in return, picturing the fox wearing Dahlu's gooey orange dip.\n\n\"That's not nice, Jack,\" a female human who had been talking at Mika for the past ten minutes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It sounds kind of exciting. It'd be fun to do some of the things you're doing, Mikki--I just don't have the nerve for that sort of lifestyle, I guess.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have a life now, not a lifestyle,\" he said. She smiled at him blankly; he took the opportunity to excuse himself and head for the relative safety of the kitchen. \"And I hate that nickname,\" he said to the icebox. It didn't reply.\n\nHe had no idea where Dahlu was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scat, the bulldog, had been following her around about an hour ago." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He always did, but after being constantly rebuffed politely--and not so politely--for long enough, he usually gave up until the next party.\n\nThe doorbell went off again, for at least the twentieth time. None of the guests moved; Mika left the kitchen and got the door himself, opening it to yet another happy couple he didn't recognize. He wondered if they even knew whose house this was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some of the guests, he was sure, were only there because they had smelled a party nearby." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Revar was right. The anniversary of the Ranean Empire's founding was a holiday whose traditional celebration consisted of getting smashed. He preferred to think of the party as celebrating his first appearance in a gallery, however small. But, with his characteristic shyness, he had wanted to share that only with a few friends. Dahlu had made a point, though, to mention it to every being she came in contact with, and even this accomplishment--which had seemed so major earlier in the day--was beginning to make him somewhat numb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The doorbell went off again, and he opened it as a reflex action, barely noticing the strangers who stepped through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He nodded perfunctorily and went back to the kitchen to refill his mead. The honey wine was Mika's one alcoholic weakness, and this variety, produced in Raneadhros, the Empire's capital city-state some two hundred miles to the north, was particularly good.\n\nHe wasn't even aware of opening the door the next time the bell sounded. When it finally clicked who had just stepped through, he nearly dropped his glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Revar was all in light brown, wearing a skirt--of sorts--for the first time since Mika had known her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her entire top, from where the skirt ended well below her midriff, was comprised of two narrow vertical strips of cloth, running straight up her sides under her breasts, across them and up to her shoulders, tying in a knot behind her neck. The cleavage she had seemed all the more impressive in the arrangement. The skirt itself barely covered her thighs, although by her standards it must have been a full-length evening gown. Two strips in front, matching the top, hung down almost to her knees, and two wider strips in back hung to just below her thighs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Over it all was a long, dark brown cloak, swooping close to the ground; as she moved, it swung enough to reveal her sides, the dress hiding almost nothing from that angle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although he had seen her wearing less, the effect was still heart-stopping.\n\nThe conversation of those closest to the door stopped as she began to attract notice. She looked around and smiled at Mika, seeming unusually self-conscious. \"Well, kitten, I made it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You look... beautiful,\" he managed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" she said, her smile widening. \"You look pretty handsome yourself.\" She stepped past him, not noticing (or ignoring) the blush he felt sure was visible through his fur.\n\n\"You're Revar?\" Jack, the fox, was the first one from the nearby group to speak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bat raised her eyebrows quizzically in response, nodding slightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Several people gasped audibly, passing comments about her night-black eyes in stage whispers between themselves, but Jack merely stuck out his hand. \"You're not what I expected.\"\n\nShe regarded his hand with faint surprise, then shook it. \"And what were you expecting?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hard to say, really. Someone with a lighter grip.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rubbed his wrist with his other hand, chuckling. \"Dahlu's told us a bit about you.\"\n\n\"Most of it's probably not true,\" she said.\n\nJack grinned. \"Oh, it wasn't bad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A few people nearby tittered nervously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Conversation around them picked up again, Revar being the new topic of choice.\n\n\"Would you like anything to drink?\" Mika said.\n\n\"Ale, if you have it.\"\n\n\"Of course.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He headed off to the kitchen, bumping into Dahlu on the way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that--?\" she said, glancing toward the knot of people clustered around Jack and Revar.\n\n\"It is. So far Jack's the only one who's been bold enough to speak to her.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Speaking is fine,\" she said cryptically, heading back toward the patio.\n\nWhen he returned with Revar's drink, the bat had been guided to a couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack was still the only one speaking to her, although a small mouse girl Mika didn't recognize had found enough nerve to sit on the couch, too--albeit pressed into the cushions on the far end." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He handed the drink to Revar and smiled at the mouse, who was so nervous she didn't notice.\n\n\"Yes, it does,\" the bat was saying, looking mildly trapped. \"There's not a whole lot I can do about it, either.\"\n\nJack raised his hands in apology." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry. It wasn't a good question, I suppose. I can't help but be interested, but I shouldn't put you on the spot.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Revar looked somewhat relieved and took a large swallow of ale.\n\n\"Why don't you go after animals?\" the mouse said suddenly, her voice timid.\n\nThe bat turned toward her too quickly; the little rodent squeaked, her eyes widening, and shrank back into the pillows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't hurt her,\" a woman nearby said anxiously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Revar glanced toward the voice. Mika didn't think anyone else noticed the momentary clenched fist she made as she turned back to the mouse. \"Are you sure you want to ask me that?\" she said softly.\n\nAfter a moment, the mouse nodded, not looking at all sure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can,\" Revar said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But if I do, I'll kill them. The only warm-blooded animals in this city are pets. And despite any stories you might have heard, most bats don't like to kill.\"\n\n\"It'd be better to kill a pet than to attack someone in this room,\" the mouse said.\n\n\"Most pet owners would disagree with you.\"\n\n\"Well, can't you just take a little?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How much I drink is involuntarily. The longer I go without blood, the more I'll take when I finally can.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Revar paused. \"Are you really interested in this, or are you just trying to decide whether I'm going to eat you?\"\n\nThe mouse's blush was quite visible through her white fur. She slunk down in her pillows further, setting her wine glass on the floor. \"If you were hungry, could you stop yourself?\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Attacking isn't automatic for me any more than drinking that wine is for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Revar's tone was still polite, but it was obvious her patience was almost out.\n\nBefore any other questions could be asked, Dahlu announced dinner. The bat's sigh of relief was almost comical.\n\nAs the guests poured into the dining room, one of Dahlu's predictions came true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most of the guests edged away from the bat at the mention of food." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she realized what was going on, her expression only made people more nervous. She ended up sitting with Mika to her left and Jack to her right, several empty seats on either side beyond them. Dahlu sat across from Mika, with Scat--apparently not having given up his fruitless romancing for the evening--sitting on her left, opposite Revar.\n\nThe dinner was buffet-style." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Revar sat by herself while the others went to fill their plates." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mika returned with two, setting one heaping with food in front of her.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she murmured, staring at it and picking at some of the items with a claw.\n\n\"You don't seem very comfortable.\"\n\n\"I'm not.\" She leaned back in her chair, looking around at the other guests." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've never been to anything like this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And?\"\n\n\"And maybe it's too pretty for me.\" She laughed, sounding more nervous than Mika had imagined her ever being.\n\nWhen Dahlu noticed the bat wasn't eating, she became solicitous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't you like it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It smells very good,\" Revar said. \"What I've tried I like. But Mika took more than I'm going to be able to eat.\"\n\nDahlu frowned. \"You're not hungry?\"\n\nShe shook her head, nibbling at a fruit roll." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Already ate?\" Scat said, looking up from his plate at the bat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took a sip of wine. \"Anyone I know?\" A few people nearby dared to laugh.\n\nRevar fixed him with an unblinking stare; he assumed the stance of someone trying very hard not to flinch. \"That was uncalled for,\" she said softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pursed his lips, then shrugged, wolfing down a meat roll." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So were you.\" Dahlu sucked in her breath sharply; the bulldog smiled, falsely apologetic. \"I mean, you weren't really invited. I didn't mean to be insulting.\"\n\nRevar tensed, her claws digging into her napkin.\n\n\"Be careful. This is a game,\" Mika whispered very softly in Revar's ear and putting a cautioning hand on her arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not one I like,\" she replied, shaking his hand off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We were asked to invite friends,\" Mika said. \"She's mine.\"\n\nScat waved the explanation aside with a carrot stick. \"Nice of you,\" he said cheerfully. \"I suppose she hasn't been in a neighborhood like this before. A chance to see how the other half lives and all that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps if people like you weren't as quick to call the guard when they saw people like me, such visits wouldn't be so rare,\" she said quietly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Scat glanced up at her, his smile dropping a bit. \"I'm sure it's nothing personal. People prefer to err on the side of caution.\"\n\n\"Caution against what?\"\n\nHe leaned back in his chair. \"Possibly... dangerous people.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Like bats?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He flashed a look of superior boredom at her, downing another meat roll. \"Look. It's very easy to assume that the only reason you'd be here if the cat hadn't invited you was to steal something. Or to pursue someone.\"\n\n\"And it might be wrong,\" Revar said, her voice rising in volume.\n\n\"It might not be.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He spread his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Revar sat a moment longer, her eyes locked to his face, then abruptly pushed back from the table and stood. \"I don't need to be told I'm a criminal.\" She turned.\n\nScat laughed, a bit too loudly. \"What else can you call someone who kills people?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She whirled around again, glaring at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, you do,\" the mouse girl who had been on the couch said timidly. Revar turned on her with an expression that read I could suck you dry in five minutes. The mouse sank back in her chair, looking like she wanted to slide under the table.\n\n\"You're lucky someone's not calling the Guard now,\" Scat said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jack suddenly stood up, dropping his empty plate to the table with a melodramatic clang." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Give it a rest, Scat. And the rest of you. She hasn't bothered anyone here.\"\n\n\"Maybe I should start,\" Revar growled, walking around the table to stand over Scat's chair. \"If you don't like the way I live, that's your business. I don't ask you to. But I'll be damned if I'm going to apologize for it to you, or to anyone else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just look at you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked as if she was about to spit on the bulldog. \"I came here because I wanted to do something I've never done before, and because Mika wanted me here. And because I wanted to have fun--something you've succeeded in stopping. But this is still just an evening for me. For you it's your whole life, isn't it?\"\n\nScat watched her with a baffled expression. She moved back and looked around the room; conversation had almost stopped at the tables and couches, most of the forty-odd guests focusing on her. \"This is it for all of you, isn't it? You don't have anything else to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have nice little jobs where you do work you don't like for someone you despise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or you're perpetual students, working at avoiding all of the real world. And the rest of your life is coming to every glamorous social event your rich friends throw and getting drunk.\n\n\"There are people like you on the docks, too. You're not that different from them after all. Except that they don't have anyone to feel superior to, so they're not as insufferable as people like that dog.\" She ripped off her cloak and flexed her wings, eliciting gasps from the crowd." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scat stood now; he towered over the bat by more than a foot, outmassing her by almost three times." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're dangerously arrogant,\" he said softly.\n\n\"You're dangerously fat,\" she snapped, turning her back on him and starting to walk toward the door. He grabbed her by one arm, spinning her back to face him. She glared up with unfeigned hatred." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mika jumped to his feet, hurrying toward them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let go of her!\"\n\n\"I'm not going to do anything to her.\"\n\n\"Then let go of my arm.\" Revar was hissing.\n\n\"Unless,\" he continued, \"she comes back when she isn't invited.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wrenched her arm backward and she hissed more sharply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop it,\" a woman said. It might have even been the mouse girl, but it didn't matter. He ignored it.\n\n\"That wrist of yours looks pretty fragile, the way the wing connects.\" He slid his hand up her arm, wrapping his fingers around the joint, and squeezed hard. She yelped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you break her wings she won't be able to fly,\" Mika said, reaching toward Scat's arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He yanked it out of the cat's reach; Revar winced, snarling.\n\n\"I don't like being lectured by people like you. Five years from now, I'll be closer to the top. You'll be lying dead in a gutter somewhere. And if you press people like us too far, you might not make it that long.\"\n\n\"Speak for yourself,\" Jack said, stepping toward them. \"Let go of her wing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He reached for Scat's shoulders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know if I want her to fly out of here,\" he said, squeezing a little more. Revar's eyes widened as she hissed again. Then they narrowed, and she brought her shoulder forward, swinging her free arm lightly toward Scat.\n\n\"Don't try--\" The bulldog was cut off with a choke, stiffening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her other hand was now between his legs, claws dug into his pants in a graphically disturbing fashion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He started to pull at her wing; she flexed the hand slightly and he cried out, then stood stock-still.\n\n\"How about a trade, society man,\" she said softly. \"My wing for your future sex life.\"\n\nHe stared down at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You let go first,\" he gritted after a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shook her head, smiling a little. \"I don't trust you to let go.\"\n\n\"And why the hell should I trust you?\"\n\n\"Because if we both break what we're holding, my wing will heal.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scat held on a moment longer, trembling a little, then released her wing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good man,\" she said, giving him a little squeeze as she let go. He yowled and doubled over.\n\nRevar picked up her plate and headed toward the door. \"I am hungry now,\" she said to Dahlu, who had been watching the proceedings with a horrified expression." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I think I should call this an evening. Or, by my schedule, early morning. Do you mind if I take this plate?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dahlu shook her head, wide-eyed.\n\n\"I will return it. After all, I wouldn't want you to think I was a thief. Thank you for a most interesting, if not entirely pleasant, new experience.\"\n\nBy the time Revar reached the door, the bulldog had recovered enough breath to look up at her, eyes filled with hatred. \"If you come anywhere near here again, you will be sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It carried the weight of a promise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She laughed. \"I'm sorry I'm near here now. No offense to the rest of the guests.\" She glanced over at the shivering mouse. \"That is, if there's anyone here I haven't offended already. Good evening.\" She stepped through the door, closing it softly behind her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nobody spoke for several seconds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then the room exploded into conversation. Several people went over to Scat, some to murmur sympathetic platitudes, some to berate him. The mouse suggested he file assault charges with the Guard.\n\nDahlu looked at Mika mournfully, not quite an I told you so expression but close enough to be uncomfortable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I like her,\" Jack announced, to no one in particular." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mika glanced back at Dahlu, then ran out the door after Revar. She was already gone.\n\nDahlu looked angry enough to throw the plate she was holding at him, so Mika stepped back out of range. \"You don't see it at all, do you?\" she screamed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shook his head negatively." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had already admitted it wasn't Revar's fault, but that appeared to be immaterial. It was somehow Revar's fault anyway, and by association Mika's as well.\n\n\"She was inviting trouble just by being here. She knew it, and you knew it when you invited her.\"\n\n\"You're saying she should have stayed in her place. That's what Scat said, too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't compare me to him,\" she snapped, slamming the plate into the sink." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're the one who said it.\" He thrust his hands into his pockets.\n\nShe sighed.\n\n\"You're holding her responsible for not fitting into your world view,\" he persisted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're pretending it's entirely her fault for not knowing her place in society. That makes Scat completely blameless.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dahlu stomped her foot. \"He is not completely blameless. It's as much that... that idiot's fault as it is hers.\"\n\n\"The only way you can believe that any of it was Revar's fault is to agree with Scat! Do you or don't you?\"\n\n\"Oh, damn you,\" she said, rubbing her forehead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mika, she killed my party.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice became small and hurt.\n\nMika snorted. \"Most people went right back to normal after she left. She was the only one whose evening was damaged--except for Scat. And I can't believe you have more sympathy for him than for her.\"\n\n\"I don't.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She remained silent, ears flattening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You just don't want to admit the possibility that I'm right, do you?\"\n\n\"No, I don't!\" she hissed. \"Why did you have to find her in the first place?\" She stormed out of the kitchen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time Mika followed her, she was sitting on the couch, legs drawn up, sniffling quietly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think she wanted this to happen,\" he said softly.\n\n\"I know what she wanted,\" she muttered, looking down at the carpet. \"She wanted you. And you wanted her.\"\n\n\"What?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dahlu sunk back into the couch, closing her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She has you wrapped around one of her cute little fangs. Don't tell me you don't see it.\"\n\n\"I'm not interested in her that way, Dahlu. I've--\"\n\n\"Maybe you aren't. Not yet. But how long do you think it will take?\"\n\nMika sat down beside her, reaching out an arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know you're just as pretty as she is. Prettier.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled wanly at him. \"When you first met her, you told me you didn't think she was pretty at all.\" He started to protest, but she shook her head. \"No. I'm pretty, but I'm not exotic. She's both.\n\n\"You've been attracted to danger since you started going down to the docks, Mika. And... I don't know. I don't know why you started going down there at all. I don't know why you want to be friends with someone who tried to kill you. It doesn't make any sense to me.\" She sighed. \"Except that you're attracted to danger, and she's the most dangerous thing you know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Cut it out,\" Mika said, taking her arm and pulling her toward her lap; she didn't resist, but didn't respond to the hug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know that's not true.\"\n\n\"What's not true? That she's attractive?\"\n\nHe looked her in her eyes for a moment; they were challenging. He dropped his first. \"She is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does that matter?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes, I think it does.\"\n\n\"But I love you,\" he said simply, as if it were an explanation for everything.\n\n\"Stop seeing her,\" she said softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her eyes were desperate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stroked her hair away from her eyes, feeling a growing sense of loss he couldn't quite put into words. After a moment with nothing spoken, Dahlu put her head against his chest and started to cry.\n\nThe dragon was still jawless, its spout having deteriorated over the week since its disfigurement into a sick spray almost completely missing the pool. The water was low enough to see the bottom even in the partial moonlight, hundreds of tarnished coins glinting barely just out of Mika's reach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lock on the gate had been replaced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lacking Revar's strength, he had broken in conventionally, climbing over the twelve-foot wall with a hook and rope, now stored in his pack.\n\nHe sat down on the ground, his back against the fountain's side, and looked up at the stars. The place seemed to have acquired a special magic for him; he had hoped to come here and think about Dahlu, about what he might say to her--about what they might be able to do. But it was hard to think about anything at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "According to the drojaar at the gallery, several people had expressed interest in his pictures." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And, as he had predicted, most were other gallery owners. None had offered to buy either at the drojaar's set price. Mika had thought he had greatly overvalued them, but the dwarf had dourly insisted that they were priced too low, \"even for Rionar.\" Evidently it still wasn't low enough for purchasers, though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After some length of time passed, he didn't hear a noise behind him as much as feel a familiar presence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Revar sat down on the edge of the fountain beside him. \"The snake's pretty screwed up, isn't it?\" she said, studying the dragon.\n\nHer smile faded with Mika's silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tapped him on the shoulder with a claw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was flying overhead, saw you here, and thought it was unusual for you to be out trespassing on your own. Anything wrong?\"\n\nHe smiled bitterly. \"It's not unusual for me anymore. I must be hanging out with the wrong crowd.\"\n\n\"Princess is on your back about me,\" she guessed.\n\nHe tilted his head back to look up at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. And no.\" She started rubbing his neck lightly; he stiffened at first, then forced himself to relax." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She doesn't want me to keep seeing you.\"\n\n\"We already knew that.\"\n\n\"No, it's more than that.\" He leaned forward, and she moved her hand onto his shoulder, matching it with her other one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The leading edge of her wings brushed up and down his forearms as she moved, sending pleasant but vaguely unsettling whispers up his spine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She accused me of being attracted to you.\"\n\nShe rubbed a little harder, and he started purring softly under her touch. \"Are you?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"It sounds like she's accusing me of trying to steal you from her,\" replied Revar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And are you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She laughed. \"I used to think along those lines, many years ago. I've since learned that we choose our partners. We don't kidnap them. You might say that you'd have to want to be stolen for that to happen.\"\n\n\"I think she's worried about that, too.\"\n\nRevar smiled, but said nothing. She kept rubbing, moving down his chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not selling any art, either,\" he said suddenly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm trying. But I'm not succeeding.\"\n\n\"It's only been a week,\" she admonished.\n\n\"He says I might have to try in some bigger cities.\"\n\n\"You could come with me to Raneadhros.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled away, twisting around to face her. \"You're leaving?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Relax,\" she said, forcing him back to his original position. \"It's okay, kitten. I've been thinking about leaving for a year now. It might be another year before I do.\"\n\n\"But with you, it could be tomorrow.\" Mika fought to keep his voice even." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I go,\" she said softly, \"you'll know where to find me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mika remained silent for a few more minutes, his purr gradually fading. Then he stood up, walking away from the fountain toward the manicured grass nearby.\n\n\"Now what?\" Revar called.\n\n\"I'm losing her,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She studied him for a few seconds. \"You love her?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What kind of question is that?\"\n\n\"An honest one. But you do love her. I can see that.\"\n\n\"You sound disappointed,\" he said, looking over at the bat.\n\nRevar shrugged, smiling her most enigmatic smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want to lose her over you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You want to stop seeing me?\"\n\n\"No,\" he said, dropping down on the grass. \"I don't want to make a choice. I shouldn't have to make a choice.\"\n\nShe sat down beside him, wings open, arms stretched out behind her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you worried she's right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right about what?\"\n\n\"That we might become lovers.\" She looked down, chuckling. \"A vampire bat and a starving artist kitten. We would make a very strange couple indeed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He smiled. Then something seemed to well up from inside, and without warning, he was crying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm trying--and I don't know what else to do....\" His voice trailed off into an unwilling sob.\n\nSomehow Revar's arm's were around him; he leaned against her, his hands on her shoulders and his cheek against her chest, the top of his head nestled under her chin. She stroked his mane softly with one hand, her wings wrapped around him. They were soft and much warmer than he had imagined, almost hot, but oddly comforting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All we can ever do is try, kitten,\" she whispered. \"Try and hope.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked up at her, her face less than an inch from his own, and stroked her arm, trembling. \"I'm not a kitten,\" he said very softly, moving closer still.\n\nShe pursed her lips, then opened them slightly, her mouth moving to a hair's breadth from his own. Then she put a claw on the tip of his nose and pushed him away, almost regretfully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we do that, it'll be the end of you and Dahlu. You know that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" he said, looking down.\n\n\"I still think she's a pastahead,\" she said gently, \"but she's your pastahead. And even if I don't like it, I know she loves you. You have to either end your relationship with her, or fix it.\"\n\n\"Even if it means losing you?\"\n\nRevar stroked his mane, letting her claws trail lightly down his shirt to the base of his tail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I won't fight her over you. But maybe we can convince her that a man and a woman can just be friends.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But we're already something more,\" Mika said, huddling against her.\n\n\"Maybe we are,\" she agreed, almost sadly.\n\n\"Hold me?\" he said at last. She wrapped her wings around him again and buried her face in his mane." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sun was setting as Mika walked up the street after work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't sure what he would say, but he knew that Revar was right. He wanted to keep both of them as friends--or lovers? No. Whether or not the bat believed in \"multiple partner relationships,\" it wasn't an option. Even if he could do it, Dahlu never could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he knew the bat would be happy if their relationship stayed at the same level it was now--an non-physical intimacy that he and Dahlu had never really shared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And he would be happy with that, too. But his feline love would never be happy with being \"just friends.\" So he would have to convince her that he and Revar would remain that way.\n\nAnd, perhaps, convince himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A fine attorney you'd make, he thought bitterly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's difficult to make your case when you're not sure you believe it.\n\nWe would make a very strange couple indeed....\n\nTwo human Guardsmen, dressed in their near-immaculate red uniforms, nodded politely at they ran past Mika at top speed. \"Good day to you, too,\" the cat said perplexedly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't start running, too, until he realized they were heading to the same house he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he reached Dahlu's door, another Guard appeared behind him, also politely nodding as he pushed Mika aside and raced through the doorway. \"What in the hell?\" Mika snapped.\n\nThe living room was, for Dahlu, a shambles. All the couch pillows were on the floor, and a good china plate lay overturned in their midst." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dahlu herself was suspended in the air, her neck firmly in the grip of one of Revar's taloned hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bat was staring, wild-eyed and panicked, at the two guards already present. Both had swords drawn.\n\n\"Revar!\" Mika yelled, trying to run past the Guard. \"Stop!\"\n\nShe looked over at him, fangs bared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I--\" She glared back up at Dahlu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She tricked me!\" Her voice was a howl of anguish.\n\nDahlu shook her head frantically, pawing at Revar's arm. \"No,\" she choked.\n\n\"Put down the cat, ma'am,\" one of the Guard said politely, raising his sword.\n\n\"What are you talking about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mika said to Revar, ignoring the human completely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd appreciate you standing out of the way in case someone gets hurt, sir,\" the Guard behind him said.\n\n\"She's not going to hurt anyone,\" Mika snapped. \"Put her down,\" he said to Revar.\n\n\"I....\" Revar swallowed. \"This wasn't what was supposed to happen. I came over to talk and she... called them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She backed away from the Guard, still holding the helpless cat like a toy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She didn't, ma'am,\" the Guard closest to her said. \"Put the cat down now.\"\n\n\"What's going on?\" Mika said.\n\n\"We may have assault charges pending on this suspect,\" one of the other Guards replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not to mention taking a hostage.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please,\" Dahlu gasped.\n\nRevar stared up at her a moment longer; then, to Mika's shock, a tear rolled down the bat's cheek. She set Dahlu down gently.\n\nAs soon as Dahlu was on her feet, all three Guards moved toward Revar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She crouched down, then leaped up, trying to clear them; one grabbed her legs, and she crashed to the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One Guard produced a pair of handcuffs and tried to figure out how to put them on her as the other two held her down. Her legs weren't strong enough to break free from the grip the two had on them, but when the one with the handcuffs leaned over her, she found a steel grip on his shoulders. She screamed shrilly and threw him into the air; he sailed over the couch and landed at Mika's feet. The cat stepped over him and raced to Revar's side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop it!\" he yelled, not sure whether he was talking to her or to them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mika--\" she gasped. \"Don't let them take me--\"\n\nThe two Guards holding her rolled her onto her back. The third one crawled over to her and slipped a cuff on her wrist before getting slammed into the couch by the back of her hand. All three of them working together held her long enough for the other wrist to be cuffed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she was finally shackled, she stared at the chain, then pulled on it experimentally." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she pulled with all her strength. There was an unsettling crack, but the chain held. She started to wail.\n\n\"Let's move quickly,\" one of the Guard said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two of them lifted Revar to her feet, as gently as they could given her struggling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The third one--the one who Revar had bounced across the room--walked over to Dahlu, rubbing his back with one hand and moving with a pronounced limp. \"Do you want to press charges, ma'am?\"\n\n\"No,\" she said after a moment. \"It's your fault she grabbed me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Guard cleared his throat, looking dourly surprised, and turned away. \"Good day, then.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's not pressing charges!\" Mika said angrily. \"Why are you taking her?\"\n\n\"Sir, we followed her here because we have a pending assault charge on a bat who fits her description. We are authorized to bring her in for identification purposes. If she's not the one we're looking for, we will let her go.\" The Guard spoke with difficulty; when he was close enough to hold Revar still, he was within range of her teeth, and the other Guardsmen were doing their best to keep each other's throats from being ripped out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mika watched numbly, wondering if Dahlu would have been treated the same way if she matched a suspect's description. He doubted it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Revar's eyes connected with Mika's, seeming to ask a question he didn't understand. Then she was gone.\n\nHe turned toward Dahlu, who was sitting on the floor, facing away from him. \"You called the Guard?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're saying they just watch the entrance streets here to see if the riffraff wanders in?\" His voice rose.\n\n\"For known riffraff, yes,\" she said tightly. \"The pending charges are probably from Scat, and that assault happened right here.\" She sighed. \"She didn't believe me, either. That's why she grabbed me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mika ran his hands through his mane." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What was she here for?\"\n\n\"To return the plate.\" She laughed bitterly. \"She was right. She isn't a thief.\"\n\nThen she looked up at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She was here to talk about you. And about us. She didn't get a chance to say much before they showed up. But she wanted to convince me that you're just friends.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled slightly. \"I think she wants me to like her. Because you like her, and because she doesn't want me to see her as a threat. Without you I think the only way she'd ever see me is as a late night snack.\"\n\n\"That's not--\"\n\n\"You know it's true.\"\n\nHe did. \"Do you still think of her as a threat?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In a way,\" she said very softly, \"I do like her. Even after having been picked up like a doll. She's very charismatic. And, yes,\" she sighed, \"I think she's more of a threat to me now than ever.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mika walked to the door. \"Are you coming down to the station?\"\n\n\"If you're asking me to pay her bail, I can't do it.\"\n\nJust before he left, he turned, not quite looking at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you could, would you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice was barely a whisper. \"I hope so. I really do hope so.\"\n\n\"She doesn't... do what you need. And she doesn't see it. I just wanted to get her to see a little more of you.\" Revar spoke to him from the other side of a mesh screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was no longer bound, but five Guardsmen stood watch over her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You wanted to help me by getting yourself killed?\"\n\nThe bat sniffled. Nothing looked more pathetic than a helpless predator, Mika decided. \"I thought she had called them somehow. I'm sorry.\" She started to growl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I get out of here I'll show that damned dog what assault really means.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll get out. I'll get you out. As soon as I can.\"\n\nRevar smiled, but didn't speak.\n\n\"Time's up, sir,\" the guard on his side of the screen said. Mika pressed one hand against the screen; she touched it briefly with her own, then allowed the Guard to lead her away with a quietness that chilled him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mika waited in the station lobby another ten hours, through the rest of the night, drinking coffee and sharing donuts with a talkative ferret Guard until Revar's case was reviewed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As they had known, the assault charges had been filed by Scat. \"I was there,\" he told the officer. \"She didn't assault him. He grabbed her. She reacted in self-defense. And she didn't hurt any more than his pride.\"\n\nThe officer, an elderly, bespectacled skunk, cut him off. \"You may speak in her behalf at the trail, Mr. Radgers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However, charges have been filed and a positive identification has been made, and under Ranean Law all felonies must go to trial unless the plaintiff chooses to waive that right and settle out of court." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Hozrin has made it clear this is not his choice.\n\n\"Considering the circumstances in which the defendent was arrested--namely, in the process of committing another assault, regardless of whether or not charged were filed--I cannot, in good conscience, allow her to go free with minimum bail. Therefore, bail is set at two thousand vars.\"\n\nMika's heart dropped. That was more than he made in two months; he had, at most, three hundred on hand. Even if Dahlu could be convinced to loan him money, she would have to borrow it from her parents." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They would not be fond of the idea of paying bail for someone who assaulted their own daughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And they were probably friends with Scat's parents.\n\nThe officer turned to the side of his desk and flipped through a calendar. \"Given the large backload of cases presently in this district, the earliest I can set the trail date is the 26th, one hour past threechime.\" He wrote the date down on a card and handed it to Mika." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you wish to appear in the defendant's behalf at the trial, please be on time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Feeling cheated, Mika walked out of the station. It was only the third of the month. That meant more than three weeks in jail for Revar. And if she had been right earlier, three weeks on normal prison food." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I can't afford to get caught. It'd kill me." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mika stopped outside the station, feeling the sun's heat on his fur but growing very cold inside, and closed his eyes." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Mia Ford" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His smell, his lips, that moment, it was all so overwhelming, so erotic, and just crazy to me. I couldn't believe I was there. I couldn't believe I was standing in the moonlight in his bedroom, getting ready to make love to Tanner. Everything leading up to that moment was so chaotic and stressful and almost seemed unreal, but I was finally back where I always knew I wanted to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I couldn't help but come over, even though I tried so hard to fight myself on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything in my brain was telling me to stay home, but my heart and my emotions were playing war against my brain. In the end, my heart won, and I found myself back in Tanner's arms.\n\nIt was erotic, it was confusing, and it was emotional, but it felt so absolutely right and perfect. I couldn't explain the range of emotions washing over me at that time, but there was nowhere else I wanted to be at that moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was drawn to Tanner like a magnet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a force I couldn't control, and I wanted to be near him, to feel him around me and inside of me. And at that point, that attraction was controlling everything around me. I could fight it further, but I was tired of fighting. I could push it away, but what would be the point?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I would end up right back where I was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He walked toward me, taking my face in his hands and kissing me deeply and passionately. I could barely breathe, my lungs were moving so fast, and I could feel my heart beating in the palm of my hands. There was something so sensual and erotic about his touch. I moaned softly as his lips moved down my neck, and I reached up, grabbing his shirt with both hands and pulling him into me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I pushed my hips against his cock, feeling it bulging inside of his pants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just knowing how much he wanted me made the heat in my chest move down between my legs. He reached around me and unzipped my dress, pulling the shoulders down and trailing his lips across my skin. He pulled the dress from my body and tossed it to the side, reaching back and unclasping my bra. My breasts bounced out, my nipples hard from the feeling of electricity between us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He kissed my belly as he bent over and slipped my panties down, allowing me to hold on as I stepped out of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he stood back up, I unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his body. I reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to the ground and watching him step out of them. His long, hard cock was pushing, trying to be set free from his boxers. Instead of pulling them down, I backed up, sitting down on the bed and pulling him toward me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stepped forward, running his hand over the top of my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly I pulled his boxers down and off, tossing them to the side. I ran my fingertips down the shaft of his cock, listening to him groan softly above me. I looked up and met his eyes, feeling the ecstasy rolling between us. The passion that we felt, that magnetism pulling us together, was the strongest I had ever felt before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I no longer felt like I was fucking a stranger, but instead making love to a man who I felt very deeply for." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My hand grasped tightly around his shaft, moving up and down slowly as I pushed my head forward and ran my lips over the tip of his cock. He groaned as I took him into my mouth and plunged my head down, my lips reaching the base. As I slowly pulled my head back up, I sucked hard at the back of my throat and swirled my tongue all around. He let out a deep breath and tangled his hand in my hair, pushing me lightly as I went back down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His huge cock filled my throat, and as my head came back, I glanced up at him, my eyes watering and a moan vibrating through my throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I reached my hand up and cradled his balls, rubbing them around in my hand. He growled as I continued, sucking his dick faster and faster, feeling it bulging inside of my mouth.\n\nAfter a few moments, he pulled my head back and reached down, grabbing me under the arms and pulling me up onto the bed. He moved back in front of me and stroked his cock for a moment looking over every inch of my body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Watching his hand move up and down his shaft was so erotic, and I spread my legs open, welcoming him in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He reached forward and slid two fingers through the folds, rubbing them over my clit and then moving down to slide them inside of me. I moaned loudly, feeling him bending forward and bringing his face into my wet mound. I laid back while his tongue ran through my juices, unable to control myself any longer. I spread my thighs apart and began to grind my pussy against his mouth, screaming out as he moved me closer and closer to orgasm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As his fingers moved in and out of me, his tongue massaged my clit, sending electricity through my body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as he picked up the pace, I arched my back and grasped onto his back, feeling the heat inside of me explode. Tendrils of electric waves pulsed through my muscles, and my body screamed out in pleasure as my juices trickled out into his mouth. He groaned against my pussy as my body shook and writhed beneath him, feeling every second of the orgasm. It was the strongest pleasure I had ever felt, and I could barely keep my legs from shaking around his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As soon as my body had relaxed, he climbed forward, rolling me onto my side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He laid down behind me and picked up my leg, scooting in and rubbing his cock through my juices. He reached back and grabbed a condom from his nightstand, slipping it over his hard shaft and returning to my side. He pushed forward, leaning his body against mine as he entered me, filling me fully with his cock. I moaned loudly as he wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my nub, his hips moving in and out with a slow steady rhythm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could already feel another orgasm coming on as if the first had triggered a waterfall of pleasure inside of me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I gripped down on the comforter next to me.\n\nMy heavy breathing showed him where I was, and he started to rub my clit harder and faster. I screamed out feeling all the sensations at once, knowing that I was about to explode all over again. He lifted his head and sucked on my ear, his hot breath flowing over my neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm gonna' come,\" I moaned, loudly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" he whispered. \"Let me feel it, baby.\"\n\nHe began to push hard and deep as I clenched down, screaming loudly and throwing my head back into his. As the pleasure pushed through me once again, I could feel how sensitive my clit had become. I reached down and grabbed his hand a mixture of moans and giggles escaping my throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He chuckled as he moved from his side and crawled back in front of me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I laid there for a moment, breathing heavily and looked up at him. He was smiling mischievously before flipping me over on my stomach and spreading my legs wide. He reached underneath my stomach and lifted my hips so just my ass was in the air. He slid forward and rubbed the tip of his cock against my wetness before slowly sliding into me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I screamed out in ecstasy and grabbed onto the edge of the bed as he began to thrust hard and deep inside of me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He no longer had the self-discipline he had shown before, and he was fucking me as hard and deep as he possibly could. It felt amazing, and I pulled my legs in slightly and tilted my hips to give him better access. He reached his hands forward and grabbed my ass gripping down as he plunged in and out over and over again.\n\n\"Fuck,\" he groaned. \"You are so fucking wet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I moaned loudly at the sound of his voice, and every time I screamed out, he became needier." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He slapped me lightly on the ass cheek and the pain mixed with pleasure shot straight into my stomach. He reached his hands up and gripped my waist tightly as his cock began to pulsate inside of me.\n\n\"Yes, baby,\" I moaned. \"I want to feel you come.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He growled as he thrust forward three more times before falling into me and gripping tightly to my hips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pulsated his body against me as he leaned his head back and moaned loudly. I could feel his cock bulging inside of me as it exploded his seed. His body was stiff against mine and after a few moments, I could hear the air leaving his lungs. He leaned forward and kissed the center of my back before pulling out and allowing me to fall forward on my belly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled the covers up over me and went into the bathroom to clean up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I laid there, my heart still beating wildly, staring out the window at the city lights. Everything about what just happened was perfect. I could hear him walking back toward the bed, and before I could get up, he had crawled into the covers beside me. I turned over and laid my head against his stomach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He scooted down and propped a pillow under his head, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could hear his heart beginning to slow to a normal rhythm, and he leaned over, kissing me on the top of the head.\n\n\"What do we do now?\" I looked up at him with wide eyes.\n\n\"Go with the flow,\" he said, smiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Normally an answer like that from a guy was a bad sign, but knowing Tanner and his playboy ways, that was the equivalency of a full-on relationship proposal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I smiled and chuckled leaning my head against his shoulder. He picked up the remote and turned on a movie, settling in with me beside him. I could tell he wasn't going to let me leave, and I was perfectly fine with that. Through all my college years, I had never spent the night in a man's apartment before, and I was pretty sure Tanner didn't make it a habit of having women in his." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't say a word but just relaxed and watched the movie with him, feeling more comfortable than I ever had with anyone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the night progressed, the stress of the week crashed down on me, and I laid my head on the pillow. I was exhausted but trying to keep myself awake, not wanting to assume he wanted me to stay with him in his bed. However, as I fought to keep my eyes open, he leaned over and turned off the television, scooted down behind me, pulled me close to him, and laid down with me, closing his eyes. I held my breath for a moment, unsure of what to do, but the feeling of his warmth and comfort made me feel safe and right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So, underneath the shining of the moon, I fell asleep in Tanner's arms, knowing love was a fickle thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't know how exactly I felt, but I knew that everything about that moment was perfection." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: Mia Ford" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The drive over was quiet but comfortable, and I was ecstatic that I had my father sitting in the passenger seat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had come over to make things okay with me, even though he didn't have to, and it meant the world to me. I knew that I had Tanner in the other room, and I felt terrible for him, but it was kind of humorous how the situation had reversed itself. I had a conscience. I knew that my father would have been upset knowing Tanner was there, so I had lied, but for some reason it made me feel really bad, and more because I was hiding Tanner than because I was lying to my dad again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't know what I wanted from him, but I now knew it was harder to stay away from him than I had thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I looked up across the table and watched as my father looked over the menu. We had decided on a Cuban restaurant in Brooklyn, a place he and I used to go to when I was younger. My mother hated Cuban food, and though it wasn't my favorite, I knew it was something that would make my father happy. It was obvious from earlier that I couldn't make everyone happy, and I was starting to think the situation I was in was useless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone was going to get hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was inevitable, and I was afraid it was already Tanner.\n\nWe had an amazing time when he'd stopped by the apartment, something that was unexpected and wild. I had let go, yet again, even though I knew I shouldn't have. However, the person who was pushing back this time was me, and I knew that Tanner had heard the conversation between my father and me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I knew that he heard me tell my father we weren't seeing each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was put on the spot, and I'd answered without thinking, without realizing what kind of damage that could do to our relationship, or whatever it was that we had. I shouldn't care. I never had before, and just two weeks ago, I wouldn't have given a damn, being more worried about my future at MJ than of my feelings toward Tanner. However, as I sat there thinking about it, I could feel a giant lump in my throat, and I couldn't help but be worried about what he was thinking.\n\nThere had been other men in my life but nothing that I ever thought of as serious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I never thought, when taking the job at MJ, that I would end up feeling this intense about my boss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My emotions were all over the place, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get Tanner off my mind. He was this crazy sexy man with no inhibitions, a direct path in life, and a past that made even me blush, but there I was, sitting across from my father, thinking about what he was doing at that moment. It was obvious and clear, no matter how much I didn't want to admit it to myself, I was in love with this man. Completely and utterly head over heels in love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could feel my cheeks blushing and my stomach flip flopping as I finally accepted that I was in love for the first time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Immediately, I felt warm inside, butterflies flowing through my chest, and a smile trying desperately to push through. My father was ordering his food, and I hadn't been able to concentrate on the menu at all. I wasn't like other girls growing up. I never had that high school sweetheart or that college love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was too dedicated to my future to mess with things like that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now that I knew how it felt, and how intoxicating it was, I had probably made a wise choice back then. How did people function normally when they fell in love? My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing, and I had this overpowering want to scream it from the rooftops. However, staring across the table at my father, I realized that I couldn't tell a soul, not even Tanner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was too much at stake at that moment, and I didn't want to hurt my dad." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After he was done ordering, I just picked an item and told the waitress. He looked at me funny since it wasn't the normal, and I shrugged, handing the menu back to the server. I didn't even know what to say at that moment and I felt like I was losing my mind.\n\n\"I wanted to try something new,\" I said smiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I love you,\" he said with a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know things have been very messed up lately. I feel terrible that I showed so much hatred toward Tanner over the years that you felt like you had to lie about working for him. His company is amazing. He's really done a great job, and you will learn a lot from there.\"\n\n\"I know, but I'm not sure I want to stay,\" I said looking down at my salad. \"Everything got really crazy really fast, and I don't know if it's a good atmosphere for me.\"\n\n\"Personal feelings aside, you have to admit that working for MJ during the merger will be an amazing resume booster,\" he said shrugging." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't give up on your career because you're uncomfortable. Those things will sort themselves out, but your career needs constant vigilance.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you regret splitting off from him?\"\n\n\"Regret? No,\" he said shaking his head. \"I loved every moment I got to spend with you growing up. I wouldn't trade that for anything. As a human being, though, I do wonder from time to time what our lives would have been like if I was a CEO of my own company, but then I remember what Tanner had to sacrifice and I just forget all about it.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry for lying to you, Dad,\" I said, feeling guilty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry for reacting the way I did,\" he replied, reaching out and taking my hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I love you. Let's move on from this.\"\n\n\"I like that idea.\" I squeezed his hand.\n\nWe continued to talk, changing the subjects from work to Mom and back around again to my job." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As I listened to him talk, I couldn't help but feel distracted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While I looked, like I was in tune, listening to everything he said, my mind was whirling wildly, thoughts of Tanner intruding at every turn. My mind was racing with questions and worries, hoping that he wasn't too upset with me. I could feel myself starting to get anxious, and I really wanted to focus on my time with my father.\n\nThere was something calming about his presence, but since I couldn't even tell him about how I felt about Tanner, it was hard to sit there in front of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wondered if Tanner had the same feelings as me, or was it easy for him to just turn them off and move on without another thought?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just the idea, just the thought of him moving on made me sick to my stomach, and I knew I would eventually have to be honest about the way I felt. Right at that moment, though, I needed to take my mind off of him, and start focusing on my dad, making sure that relationship was stable once again.\n\nBy the time dinner was over, I was able to multitask enough to hear what my father was saying and still have Tanner floating around in my mind. I tried to pay for the food, but as always, my father insisted on treating me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It made him feel good to take care of me, since he no longer was able to do so on a regular basis." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I drove him back to my place, and he walked me up to the door, not wanting to really talk about what his next moves with Mom were. I stood outside, leaning in and squeezing my father, loving how safe I felt when I was wrapped in his arms. I felt safe with Tanner, too, just as safe as I did with my father, which was a huge revelation.\n\n\"I'll see you soon,\" Dad whispered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And remember, don't make any rash career choices, especially not when there's emotion behind it. Do what is best for you, search out what you want the most, and don't ever tell yourself you can't achieve it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thanks, Dad,\" I said as he pulled back and headed back toward the street. \"I love you.\"\n\n\"Love you too, sweetie.\" He waved as I walked inside.\n\nI shut the door behind me and looked around, realizing that Tanner had been hiding in my room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I sprinted back, but the place was empty, Tanner already gone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My heart sank, even though I knew it was insane to think he had waited there for me. I had left when the situation was flipped, and after what I had said, it would be hard to believe he wasn't hurt. I picked up my phone and dialed his number, but he never picked up. I didn't want to leave a voicemail since I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I needed him to get in contact with me, to tell me everything was okay, but in reality, I wasn't sure if it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sent him a text and closed my phone, waiting patiently for a reply that would never come.\n\nHe may be able to ignore my calls and texts, but that didn't mean he could avoid me in person. I knew where he worked, and I would make sure to go in tomorrow and show up at his desk. I wasn't going to let him push me out of his life, not after I realized how much I cared about him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I needed to apologize, I knew that, but my problem wasn't my inability to apologize, it was the stubbornness I knew he had in him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He always talked about how stubborn my father was, but what he didn't realize was when someone challenged him outside of his comfort zone, he was just as stubborn and frustrating. It was definitely going to be tough. Knowing that, I had to brace for a fight. Hopefully, I could get to him before he completely cut me out of his life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I mean, he couldn't ignore me when I laid it all out on the line." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least, I hoped that he couldn't. No matter how many times he walked away, he would still hear the words, and that was important. Once they were in his mind, they couldn't be erased, and no matter how much he was ignoring me, he really did care. I saw it in his face when he came over to check on me, I heard it in his voice when he gave me the week off, and I read it in his eyes as we made love on my couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could deny it to himself all he wanted, but he couldn't fool me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no hiding himself from me because I'd grown to know him, to love him.\n\nI went into my bedroom and picked out my clothes for the next day, wanting to look as good as possible. When I was done, I jumped in the shower and let the hot water run over me, washing the stresses down the drain. Finally, after so many days of worrying, I had my father back in my life, but it came at a price." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had lied to him and to myself about my feelings for Tanner, and now I had to fix things with Tanner before it was too late." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately two sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My father told me I could do and have anything I put my mind to, and I wanted a relationship with my family and a relationship with Tanner at the same time. I just wasn't sure if it was possible anymore." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding 4 sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Desperately needing to get out of the house and have some fun, I agreed to join my buddies at one of the clubs in Manhattan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I really didn't like clubs because they were so packed and you could never really see the girl you were talking to between the dimly lit room and the strobe lights, but I thought it would be a good change of pace from the bar and Rose. Don't get me wrong. She was fucking hot, and I never got tired of dragging her off to the back room, but a little variance in my life would be nice. I just second-guessed hitting on girls because while I was not looking for serious, they didn't know that, and it wasn't often you found a girl like Rose, who was more than willing to screw your brains out and not want anything more than that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sometimes, I wondered what her life was like outside of the bar, but then I stopped myself, remembering the rule to these kinds of relationships was never asking too many questions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had gone to my loft apartment in SoHo to shower and change clothes before going out.\n\nIn the shower, I thought about Tiffany, wondering what she was doing in that house in the Greek District. I remembered when my brother found out she wanted to live there and not the penthouse he had bought the year before. He was pretty damn irritated, but he seemed like he loved her so he agreed as long as he didn't have to sell his place in Manhattan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't care, as long as he came home to her every night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't know what he did with the place since they seemed to be pretty much attached at the hip until he'd left her. Well, it turned out it was a good thing he kept his place, and Tiffany got to keep her house. I guess in a way, it would be nice to leave the city every day, get out into the suburbs where you could enjoy some peace and quiet for a little while. I thought her house was awesome with all the amenities Jordan would love, like a big screen television and pool in the backyard, but with the same feeling you get when you went to your aunt's place out in the country for the weekend." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I got out of the shower and dried off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and shook my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As usual, I was still thinking about Tiffany. It was starting to drive me nuts, but I guess I cared about the girl and took personally the fact that someone with my name screwed her over. I had always had a small sort of crush on her, but I figured everyone did. I mean, how could you not?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was intelligent, beautiful, forward, and caring toward everyone around her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I saw what Jordan was talking about when he would gush over her for hours when they had first started dating. It was the first time in my life I had listened to Jordan talk about someone other than himself. He had obsessed over Tiffany for years, and when he'd finally caught her, he was smitten as hell. I thought it was good for him, since his taste in women outside of her were usually blond bimbos with very little brain power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I walked back to my room and pulled out my outfit for the night, putting it on and looking in the mirror." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Immediately, I took the shirt back off and tossed it in the corner. I looked like my brother, and it was not what I was going for. Sure, we had a lot of similarities, but it was mostly aesthetic. When it came to business, though, we tended to agree more often than not, and we saw the company going in the same direction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That probably had more to do with having the same educational background and being raised by the same father, but I put a mark on the positive side for our relationship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I was done getting ready, I checked my hair one last time and gave my reflection a charming smile. I grabbed my keys and took the elevator down a floor and hopped out, glad to see the car I called was already parked out front. The driver opened the door for me and then climbed into the front. He already had my destination, so we pulled off, watching the apartment fade into the background." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked around as we drove, watching all the people getting out of their cars for an evening out in town." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You could tell who the clubbers were and who the rich people on their way to dinner were. The excitement was a completely different level, and with winter quickly approaching, the rich bitches had pulled out their mink stoles and fancy jewelry. Driving through Manhattan on a Friday night offered more glittery sights than a jewelry store.\n\nWe pulled up in front of the club, and I hopped out, giving the driver my card so he knew my number when I called for a ride home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The doorman greeted me with a hug and a hand shake and opened the ropes to let me straight into the club." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I winked at the blond girl standing in the front as I passed and laughed as she blushed and giggled with her friends. When I got inside, I went straight to VIP, finding my friends pulled up around a table, gawking at the girls on the dance floor and pounding back shots of vodka. I ordered a whiskey tonic from the server and pulled up a chair, listening to their mindless chatter about who they were going to be banging in the bathroom at the end of the night. I didn't really like these guys very much at all, but now that hanging out with Jordan made me sick to my stomach, I had called up my old college buddies and got them into the good clubs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We were all relatively successful, but I was the only billionaire of the group, and they knew I could get them in the good spots." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was pretty sure they used me just as much as I used them to not feel like a loser coming to a club by myself. I didn't want to be that creepy guy in the corner staring girls down while I sipped my drinks and picked my next victim. I was an ass, but I was not a creepy asshole.\n\nAs I took a sip of my drink, I choked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was that—? Yes, that was Tiffany standing there with her best friend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Immediately, I was floored at how absolutely stunning she looked. She was wearing a short, tight black skirt that barely came over her ass and a low-cut top that was open in the back. Her long sexy legs ended where her six-inch heels picked up. Her long blonde curls fell over her shoulders in ringlets and her smooth fair skin was highlighted with subtle makeup." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was laughing at whatever Mona was saying, but she didn't look like she was being genuine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had this overwhelming feeling driving me to go and talk to her. I set my cup down and straightened my shirt, rolling my sleeves up to my elbows to look more comfortable and relaxed. I pushed the chair back and took a big gulp of my drink as I walked forward toward her. As she fake laughed again at whatever the douche in the group was talking about, she turned her head toward me, her fake smile forming into a genuine one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stepped away from the group and met me across the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I leaned in and half hugged her, stopping to kiss her lightly on the cheek. She didn't think anything of it because that was the normal greeting in our household, but I felt the electricity surge through me as my lips touched her skin.\n\n\"How are you?\" I had to yell over the music.\n\n\"Okay,\" she said shrugging. \"You?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm good,\" I said nodding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been worried about you.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I saw you called,\" she said, smiling awkwardly. \"Sorry I didn't call you back.\"\n\n\"It's alright. I understand. I'm just glad you're doing good,\" I replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The office hasn't been the same without you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, right,\" she chuckled. \"I bet no one has even noticed.\"\n\n\"I noticed,\" I said feeling an awkward silence coming on. \"Look, I just want to say that what my brother did was wrong.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's okay,\" she said taking my hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It wasn't your fault.\"\n\n\"No, but still, he's my brother,\" I replied. \"Even after all the stupid shit he's done, I thought he was a better man than that.\"\n\n\"I guess that makes two of us,\" she yelled, laughing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can I buy you a drink?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure.\" She shrugged her shoulders and followed me over to the bar.\n\nShe ordered a Jack and Diet and I got another whiskey tonic. We stood there, looking at each other for several moments. I thought it would be awkward, but that wasn't really the vibe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, I felt comfortable around her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You remember the time we came here and Mona got wasted and fell off the bar?\"\n\n\"Oh, my God.\" She laughed. \"That was like twenty-three stitches. She felt right on that bottle of vodka those guys bought. They were so freaked out by the blood on the table, they wouldn't let us buy them a new bottle.\"\n\nWe stood at the bar talking and reminiscing about when we all used to go out together to the clubs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I thought back to those times, I realized that most of the evenings, Tiffany and I spent together with Mona and whoever she was dating at the time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jordan was usually off hobnobbing with the rich dudes and secretly scoping out all the women he wouldn't be taking out that night. Tiffany never noticed, and if she did, she handled it with so much class that no one would have ever known. We walked over to the VIP area and sat down at a booth. She looked relieved to be off the dance floor and out of the view of everyone around her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You okay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" she sighed. \"I just really didn't want to come out tonight. I mean it's good for me, but I'm already tired.\"\n\n\"Well, now you have this booth to hide out in,\" I said.\n\nThe rest of the night went off without a hitch, and I hugged Tiffany goodbye before closing her cab door and watching it drive off. When I climbed into my own car, I couldn't help but think about those long, smooth legs and the ripe curves of her body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had tried to ignore the fact that she looked so fucking hot all night, and now that I was alone, I let it flow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time we pulled up to the apartment, I had more than a hard on, and I adjusted myself before I got out of the car.\n\nUp in the apartment, I stripped down for bed and pulled the covers over me, suddenly not as exhausted as I had thought. As visions of Tiffany's short skirt raced through my mind, I didn't even realize I had my hand firmly placed on my cock. I closed my eyes and leaned back, imagining what it would feel like to slide my hand up her thigh and under the edge of her skirt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could almost feel the warmth of her skin as I rolled my fist up and over my dick." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In my mind, I slowly pushed her skirt up to reveal her tight wet pussy, throbbing and waiting just for me. I didn't want to wait a second so I grabbed her by the waist and laid her down on the bed, rubbing my shaft against her clit.\n\nI reached over next to the bed and grabbed the lube from the drawer, squirted it into my palm, and rubbed it over my shaft. I closed my eyes again and imagined pushing hard into Tiffany, feeling her wetness glide me through, deep inside of her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could hear her raspy moans as her tight wetness pulsated around my erection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My hand tightened as I imagined her face, her big blue eyes staring up at me in lust as I massaged her tits and thrust deep inside of her. I threw the covers back and gave myself some room as my mind moved over every part of her sexy little body. I grabbed tightly to my cock as my hips moved up and down, picturing her now on top of me, grinding against me, and screaming out in pleasure as I filled her completely up. She was so fucking hot lying above me, rubbing her clit with her fingers as her hips began to move faster and faster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" I groaned through gritted teeth as my hand fisted my cock at a rapid pace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I grabbed Tiffany around the waist and started bouncing her up and down on my cock, slamming her down hard and hearing her scream for more. I pushed her legs out to the side and pulled her down again, the sound of our skin slapping together, echoing through my mind. As I pulled her down again, I moved her hips back and forth repeatedly, feeling the juices inside of her running down my shaft. I groaned loudly in my bed as I could feel the orgasm approaching." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I clenched my eyes shut and watched as Tiffany put her hands down on my thighs and moved faster and faster, her body reaching its peak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She threw her head back and screamed out, her pussy vibrating around my cock as she came hard and fast.\n\nI gripped my shaft and pulsated my hand, imagining her wetness vibrating around me. I sat up straight on the bed and groaned loudly as I too reached the top of ecstasy. My hand moved fast and hard up and down and as Tiffany's coy smile flashed through my head, my cock exploded, my warm seed flowing out of the head and down my hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I groaned loudly as the orgasm flushed through my body, and then, I slowly released the grip of my hand." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately two sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I opened my eyes to an empty bed, but I still felt Tiffany's presence there as I grabbed a towel, cleaned up my mess, and threw myself back into the bed. Hopefully, I'd have some really good dreams about that blond beauty tonight." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of Mia Ford." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I laughed as I unlocked the door to the shop, giving my best friend Noel a sharp look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't believe you told him that. You were on a date and he was being decent. We don't have a lot of men in this little town, so why run off the ones that are here?\"\n\n\"I will not have some man ordering for me at a restaurant. I'm capable of making a proper decision for myself.\" She leaned down to slide the muffins she'd made into the display case carefully, tossing her red ponytail over her shoulder.\n\nThis was our coffee shop, called Mountain Brew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Being that we lived in Mountain Home, it certainly wasn't original but it fit the theme of our little home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We were surrounded by mountains after all and a lot of our customers made a living from those beautiful peaks. I thought the shop was cute with tables and couches sprinkled around the bright, spacious room. I had the idea of adding some bookshelves and taking in donated used books from people in town to give customers something to do when they were here. There were a lot of poor people living around here that didn't even have books to begin with, so we could provide that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Noel had agreed to the idea, but I knew that she wasn't thrilled with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I ran the front, and she did all the baking with my assistance. We got up early to be here, darkness settling around the cafe as we danced and sang in the kitchen. We drank too much coffee and laughed while we worked, making me so proud to have done this with Noel.\n\nI went to college at the University of Idaho and got a degree in Literature, so the books were all me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Noel was more business minded and did all the paperwork and numbers for our shop and I filled in the blanks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I picked out the unmatched, used furniture for the room and decorated the walls with a lot of old pictures of the town. I also had some colorful prints to match the vibrant purple walls and cleaned up the old fireplace in the corner. It was cold here a lot of the time and we needed it, and the old brick mantel attracted a lot of attention. It was a beautiful place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I smiled as Mike walked in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was always our first customer and grabbed a coffee and a Danish before he went fishing. Mike was a retired hotel owner that opened fifty years ago and because of that, was very successful. He kept it up even to this day, and it did well while he fished several times a week and just enjoyed the beauty that surrounded us. \"Good morning,\" I told him as I straightened my dark ponytail, watching him walk to the front where Noel was finishing with the case." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good morning, my ladies.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He always greeted us with those words and I grinned at Noel as she reached for a coffee mug.\n\n\"The usual today?\" She asked him as he pulled out his wallet. She got his coffee poured and grabbed his Danish while I turned on the sign that told everybody we were open for the day. I found a radio station that was light and fun and headed back behind the counter to get organized while Mike settled in the corner table with a newspaper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Noel went back to start making some sandwiches for the lunch menu and check on the soup that she started earlier today while I watched the front." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were enough customers to keep us busy, and I loved seeing them every day. I felt like I was part of the highlight of their day as they came in to greet me like they hadn't seen me for weeks. There were a few older folks that came in, some freelance writers that worked at our tables and just some readers like myself. I watched the writers, wondering if I should do something like that myself since I did have a degree in Literature." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I also had some things to write about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had some things to release; issues that were going to ruin me if I allowed it.\n\nNoel had saved me from hitting rock bottom after college when she suggested that I move back to her home town with her and open a coffee shop. Noel liked that small town life despite having a blast in college where there was a lot to do and wanted to return. We'd lived together in the dorm and become close friends quickly, so I agreed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't want to go back home to my parents in Malad City but also didn't have any other plans." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was too broken to want to move forward with my life. I agreed, and she told me that I could stay with her at her parent's ranch house and open something in the empty building with her.\n\nI looked at Noel as she came out for a fresh cup of coffee, smiling at her as she looked at me. She was twenty-three and a natural redhead with bright blue eyes, thin and pale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Those looks had all the attention of the local men and she'd started dating a little once we were established in the cafe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was a little too much for most of them so far and I just laughed and watched from a distance.\n\nI had dark brown hair and whiskey colored eyes that were a bit wide for my taste. My skin was a shade darker than hers and I was curvier than Noel was, too. I joked with her about how much it irritated me that she could eat double the pastries that I could and not gain a pound while it went right to my hips, but it was mostly in jest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I exercised by hiking around here and doing some exercise tapes at the house, so I was a bit toned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Noel just never stopped moving to begin with.\n\nI sighed and got back to cleaning the tables that were empty, thinking about the Starbucks that was located near the university. It was always packed with lines of people and didn't offer anywhere to sit, a fact that I brought up to Noel when she first suggested this. I didn't want that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She's laughed and assured me that this town was smaller and slower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A coffee shop would do great but we wouldn't be slammed like some of the places you see on every corner in other places. It would be a great place for people to warm up and relax on cold days and just chat on the warmer ones. The hours were early morning to the afternoon, so we had a lot of free time if there was any energy left after baking in the early hours of the morning. We were closed early on the weekends, only staying open until one as opposed the three o'clock like we did during the week." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time we were closing for the day, Noel had gotten a message from her date." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wanted to go to the movies tonight and she asked me what I thought about it as I drove her Jeep home to the large house.\n\n\"Apart from the meal, he sounded nice. I say give it a try,\" I told her as I drove down the main road lined with shops and restaurants.\n\n\"When are you going to give it a chance?\" Noel asked me as I stared forward at one of three stoplights in our little town." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's been two years, Molly. You're not in college anymore.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know but I am not ready,\" I told her in a tone that made it clear I didn't want to discuss this. I didn't want to think about Lance and what he did to me in junior year; what any other man could do to me if I gave him the chance. I didn't want to face any of it and I jammed on the gas pedal a bit hard when the light turned green, jerking forward as I pressed my lips together. \"Sorry,\" I told her, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I focused on the road." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was here because of her; working and driving this car, with a roof over my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't want to ruin any of that and I forced the past out of my mind as I drove the rest of the way home.\n\nKeith and Marta Jones were her parents. They were high school sweethearts that got married right after graduation, with Keith going to work for a construction company while she stayed home and did bookkeeping in their home office. He moved up to management and she got more clients and once they had kids, they moved into this house and made it in a small town." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a dream for some people and Noel had a great childhood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mine wasn't awful and my parents were kind people, but we didn't have a lot of money. I worked hard in school to earn a scholarship for college and sometimes wondered if it was worth it now.\n\nI was working in a coffee shop. I loved it but it seemed like something that should be a part time job while I pursued my dream, but what was that?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of Mia Ford spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was just ripping off the underwear of the slim blonde in the darkened hotel room, ready to be inside of her in this penthouse suite that was mine for the week here in Chicago. She was easy, giving in to my bright blue eyes and heavy, dark hair after only one drink. It was convenient that I met her in the hotel bar where I was partying with my twin brother, Brent. I was certain that he was in his own room with the sexy redhead he'd been kissing at the bar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could hear the wind outside of the many windows as I slid a finger inside of her body and found her neck with my lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was horny as hell and ready for this woman, at least until it was time to kick her out.\n\nI was just moving over her when my phone rang from the living room of the huge suite. I assumed it was some girl that wanted to hook up, but I was busy. I had a girl and I was ready to rock her world as I moved over her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I heard the phone ring once more after it went through the three rings before going to voice mail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Who the hell was so hell bent on getting through to me at one in the morning? I sat for a moment and listened to it go through the cycle, breathing in the fruity scent of her body as it went silent.\n\nI was just sliding into her when I heard the phone yet fucking again. She was tight and wet and I didn't want to pull out of her, but I sensed this was important." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I kissed her neck and whispered that I needed to take this call, pushing my body back as I left the bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't bother to dress since we were alone and I was going to be back in that bed as soon as I could, coming back to reality as the shrill ring taunted me from the living room where my half-filled glass of whiskey was on the bar. I glanced around the room to see the screen blinking on the couch, walking over to it with a resigned sigh. I grabbed the phone and noticed Brent's name on the screen, wondering why he wasn't with the redhead. \"Brent? What the hell?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I asked as I placed it to my ear, annoyed at my brother for one of the few times in my life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We were twins, born five minutes apart and as close as we could be. \"Is everything okay?\"\n\n\"No, Bran. It isn't. Dad was in a car accident on the way home from the airport. We need to catch a flight back to New York as soon as possible. Mom and Ashley need us.\" His voice was low and I could hear the emotion in it that he was withholding.\n\n\"Shit. Okay. I'll pack a bag and meet you at your room.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hung up and stood in the empty, gorgeous room for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was here because of my father and all his hard work building the most successful shipping company in the world. He'd started it himself just after college, beginning from the garage of their house and now it was in the ranks with Amazon, though he focused on computer parts and office supplies. Amazon sold everything. I went back to the bedroom, seeing the blonde on the bed waiting for me, looking dazed and horny. \"Sorry, doll. Change of plans. I have to go back to New York for a moment.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is everything okay?\" She asked as concern flashed over her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I would never talk to her about my personal life. She was one of many that was here because of my name and money, my father's success. I knew that she didn't care about who I was inside, even though it looked cute on her.\n\n\"Yeah,\" I told her vaguely as I reached for my pants and slipped them over my body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I glanced around for my shirt and slipped the black t-shirt over my broad shoulders and ran a hand through my shoulder length hair as I tried to think about what was happening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I needed to pack the week or so worth of clothes that I had here and get to Brent's room. I needed to go home. I walk over to pull the shirts from the closet, the pants, and tees from the drawer. I toss them into my Hartmann luggage that was sitting on top of the big cherry wood dresser." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I get my jeans and toss them on top before I go to the bathroom and wrapping everything in one of the thick towels from the shelf to keep everything else dry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I glance at the bed once the chore is done, seeing the woman dressing in her short black skirt and red silk blouse. I knew that I'd torn her underwear and that she was bare underneath but she was gorgeous. She'd be with another man in no time, whatsoever. I didn't care that she would, either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I zipped my black suitcase closed as she stood and slipped her feet into the heels that matched her clothes well, though I didn't pay a lot of attention to women and their shoe obsession." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I appreciated a pretty face and the lingerie that covered their bodies before I ruined it, but the clothes and shoes weren't something I mind to.\n\nI felt the woman looking at me as she stood across the room. \"Do you need a cab?\" I asked her as I shot her a glance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have a room here as well. I just knew that yours was better,\" she assured me, sealing the knowledge that I already knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wanted a night with the trust fund kid. I watched her walk out and heard the door close before I made sure that I had all my things. I grabbed the suitcase and left the room, taking a right to my brother's room before I tapped at the door.\n\nIt opened and my likeness stood before me, looking concerned and stressed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I walked inside the room that was just like mine and over to the bar where I poured myself another whiskey. \"How is he?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Critical,\" Brent replied as I looked at him. He was closer to our dad, though we were similar in our lifestyles. We both traveled a lot, partying all over the globe even though he wanted his only sons to go to college for a Business degree. He wanted us taking over from him, but we were only twenty-one and he was just forty-six, healthy as a horse right along with my mother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasn't he? \"Mom said the plane will be at the airport in the next half an hour to get us.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We had a private plane. We had boats in every ocean that existed and homes in all my parent's favorite vacation spots. We had everything that money could buy and enough in the bank to keep that going, thanks to the man that was in the hospital right now. He worked hard for us. Who would take care of things now?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Mia Ford" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The alarm sounded in the morning, bringing me back to reality. I rolled over on my side to hit snooze as I thought back to the dream that I was having. I slept a bit longer before rising to shower, dressing in a suit before I went for coffee. Brandon was down there looking about as enthusiastic as I felt about it being the morning as he sipped from the travel cup with weary eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ready for this?\" I asked as he shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A lot of it will be meetings with the managers about what we learned. Dad always used to grumble about that.\" I chuckled at the memory, suddenly feeling like a little kid doing a grown-up job.\n\nDad would go to the conference to learn. Sure, he'd have dinner and a little fun along the way, but he never plowed a woman in the hotel room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't want to think about the times that Mom went with him, focusing on the fact that he was faithful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wasn't acting unfaithful towards anybody, and neither was Brandon, but it was a far cry from when Dad was alive.\n\nWe left for the office quietly, making the short drive and parking in the garage. Everyone asked about the meeting as we walked in, and I forced an enthusiastic smile on my face. We agreed to a meeting at nine, once I had the notes as well as the time to make sure that everything was logical." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Veronica agreed to bring the tablet in, and I sipped coffee as I let the computer warm up and looked over the city." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's not here yet,\" Brandon spoke, and I looked up at him. \"She has the tablet.\"\n\nI walked towards the computer with a frown on my face, seeing a text on my phone.\n\nV: I am sick with some kind of stomach virus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I won't be in, but I emailed you all my notes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thanked her and checked the business email, pulling up the document and reading through it. She did an excellent job, and I could actually make sense of the things that she was trying to say in the second meeting. I did have to fix a few things but it made sense, and I printed out copies for the meeting as Brandon read over her text. \"Think she's okay?\"\n\n\"I hope so,\" I replied, organizing the papers as I glanced at the clock on the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We had ten minutes, and I grabbed a folder to put everything into as I looked at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She'll be back tomorrow.\"\n\nThe meeting went great, and they were all impressed by the notes, making me remind them that it's good to have an assistant around. They mulled over the changes and news in the industry, but M&P was going to be just fine. We had a great team that cared about the company as well as my family, and we were only going to get better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We headed back to the office after we were finished, and caught up on the things we missed during our trip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was surprisingly a lot. I was also relieved in part that Veronica wasn't here because I was sure we'd both want to keep the weekend going and not get anything done. I had lunch with Ted and Brandon joined me at the last minute, chatting about the other people we met at the conference. Though my father preferred to go, he sent Ted a couple of times in the ten years that he'd worked here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It can get pretty wild there sometimes, even though there are far more men than women. How many of them were drooling over you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ted teased as I sipped my water.\n\n\"It wasn't about that. I did mingle with some of the others, of course; but not for that reason. Let's be honest. Ted. There's plenty of women here that will do anything for Brandon and me, so we like to keep work separate from that.\" I smiled confidently when I was done, knowing how far from the truth that statement was. We'd had a lot of sex in our room with our assistant, but nobody needed to know that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ted made a joke about her missing work and asked what she did to injure herself, but we both let that go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I did make a point of talking to Veronica about the gossip going around about her. She might act as if she didn't care about it, but I didn't want it getting out of control.\n\nWe took a bit longer of a lunch than needed, heading back to finish up the day. I planned to take Mom to dinner tonight since we were gone for the weekend, pleased that Ashley wanted to join us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a bit awkward talking to her the other night before I left, but I hoped that she had her senses about her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Brandon was planning to go at this point. He had to have worked a lot out of his system over the trip, so maybe he would calm down. Glancing at him, I saw him sending a message on his phone and rolled my eyes as he caught me. My brother laughed as he waited for a response, putting his phone away once we got back to the building." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know, someday you're going to be older and not want sex all day, every day.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We'd just turned twenty-two, and I knew that it was far off in the future, but still enjoyed teasing him.\n\n\"I think I'm glad that Veronica is out. I might be humping her like an animal today, otherwise. That was the best weekend of my life.\" He grinned, and I laughed.\n\n\"It was. I just hope that it doesn't end badly since it's the three of us and it's been going on for a while. That's always been a one off in the past.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked at him, trying to read his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't have feelings if that's what you mean. Veronica is a great girl, but it would be foolish to want more from her. She's a wild one,\" Brandon told me, making me nod.\n\n\"That's the problem. I fear the rumors are becoming more important than her work here,\" I said as Brandon shot me a serious look. \"What would Dad do, in this case?\"\n\n\"Talk to her.\" It was an easy answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was an easy answer, but Dad never would have slept with his assistant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah. That's going to be interesting.\"\n\nVeronica wasn't in the following day either. She sent another text telling me that she was still sick and I frowned. I knew that we could handle the work, but I wasn't sure what was going on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brandon went out after work that night, distracted and restless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I went home and had dinner with Mom since Ashley had plans with a friend. Mom looked at me, asking what was wrong.\n\n\"Our assistant has been out the last two days, sick. I hope she's okay,\" I replied as I took a bite of the chicken.\n\n\"How is that working out for you? Your father always liked having the help.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mom looked at me, and I could see the sadness in her eyes for a fleeting moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's good to have the help, particularly learning the ropes,\" I admitted as I sipped my water. \"She knows her stuff, too. I just hope she's okay.\"\n\n\"I'm sure you know to keep work professional, Brent. I know that you boys look just like your father and the money makes the women crazy. I remember the stories he told me about the staff there sometimes before he sat them down to discuss it. He liked to keep it business in the office,\" she smiled and shook her head. \"He was worried about you taking over too young. He was worried about you taking the business as seriously as he did. I can't believe that man ran the red light and took him away from us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears filled her eyes, and I walked around to hug her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The business is great, Mom. We have that under control,\" I assured her, holding her close. \"We all miss him. I feel like I have to be him every single day sometimes, and then I worry about Brandon.\"\n\n\"You are doing a fantastic job. They keep in touch with me down there, and I've even had lunch with Kathryn a few times. Everybody is pleased.\" Mom pulled away and composed herself. \"Everybody's happy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good. They'll keep feeling that way,\" I promised her as I returned to my seat, watching her carefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I went to bed early that night, and when I got into work, there was an email from Veronica. She explained that she was dealing with some health issues and had to leave the job, attaching a vague letter from a doctor. I read through it again, wondering what the hell was wrong with her as Brandon came in with coffee. \"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"Veronica is gone. She's sick or something,\" I said as he sat down and stared at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She sent a fucking email.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Any details?\" He asked, looking like he had a long night.\n\n\"No. I think the note excuses that, though I'll have to check with HR. I am new to all of this,\" I replied as I took a sip of the coffee that he offered me.\n\n\"No assistant,\" he said, his face dropping. \"She was so fun.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I sent her the last check, and the rumors ran wild once it got out that Veronica quit." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sounded like she slept with every living soul in the office and while I realized that Veronica was fun, she might have ended up being a problem. I knew that I'd miss her presence around here, as well as that hot body. I knew that my brother would miss her, but I made the decision to work without an assistant for a while.\n\nThere were rumors that she was pregnant, but I hoped not. I thought that Brandon and I were always careful, but there were so many times that we slept with her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide four sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The days started to run into the nights as we ate at the office, going home to sleep. Mom always kept some dinner in the fridge in case we were hungry when we got home, just like she did for Dad. I still took her out to dinner on Sundays, making a point of leaving early to do so. Brandon joined me, and we made a good night of it, seeing that she needed us to be around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It also gave us a break." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had Brandon take Mom home, getting away to see Nina. We'd met a few months ago, at a bar with friends and hit it off, spending the night together. I was at home every night for I don't know how long and I needed some release.\n\nI thought about Cecile and Veronica as I parked on the curb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I missed having a woman around the office, and I got out of the car, and I mulled over Brandon's suggestion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another assistant. We could use the help, and I could use the sex since I was twenty-two and not fifty. It was slammed right now, and we could use another warm body, but there was no time for an interview.\n\nI knocked on the door and grinned as the pretty raven-haired woman opened it. \"Brent, I'm so glad that you came.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hello, beautiful,\" I greeted her, stepping inside, and closing the door behind me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The brownstone was lit up by strings of Christmas lights and I glanced around as she pressed her body against mine. \"Miss me?\"\n\nHer lips against mine were my answer, and I pulled her closer. We had a great thing going as little as we saw each other, and I lifted her up to carry her back to the bedroom. I suppose we were getting right to the point." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I dropped her onto her bed and moved to kiss her, slipping a hand up her thigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nina was gorgeous and willing as she unbuttoned my shirt and slipped if from my body.\n\nWe were naked within moments after several deep, long kisses and I moved down to her hard nipples to suck one into my mouth. My cock was straining towards her as she arched her back and spread her legs for me. \"Fuck me, Brent.\"\n\nI cocked my head at her as she reached for the box on the nightstand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I sheathed my cock and slid inside of her, groaning at the tight feel of her body around me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her green eyes shimmered as she looked at me, inviting me to go harder as I dropped over her mouth and kissed her. The release felt fucking fantastic as I jerked inside of her with it as she flooded me with her warmth. \"I needed that.\"\n\n\"You're working too hard, baby. Why don't you just pay someone to run the place?\" She asked as I frowned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have managers that could run it, but it's my Dad's business. He wanted it to stay in the family.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nadine watched as I rolled beside her and propped myself up on one arm. \"I like working there.\"\n\n\"You used to party, Brent.\" I saw the look in her eyes, seeing the woman that didn't work or earn a dime of her money." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was hot as hell and easy to get along with, but she didn't understand who I was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't know me.\n\n\"I did, but I was forced to grow up.\" Most of the families in my social circle weren't close to one another, so a lot of the people that I hung out with didn't know my father the way that I did. Some of their parents did, but my close friends are the ones that spent valuable time with us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They knew the man that I missed and worked hard for, but most of the women didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stayed until the early morning pleasing her since she was beautiful and I was a man, a young man. I needed to take care of my needs, but I knew that I wouldn't end up with Nina. I wouldn't end up staying with her or anybody like her, but I could fuck her. I left and went home, finding the house dark as I walked up to my room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It looked like everyone was home and I took in the feel of the place for a moment as I started up the stairs, pausing for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thought about Cecile and Veronica, who were beautiful women that were involved with my job. They understood the office, and we managed to mix it up, and I wondered what the chances are we would have of getting another good worker. Hell, I wondered if I'd find a woman that could handle my work schedule, assuming I ever wanted a woman.\n\nIt would have to wait, whatever the case." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had a lot of work to do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I looked around the house, remembering how hard Dad worked for all of this. He was lucky that he had Mom, who understood his schedule and worked with it.\n\nIn the morning, on the way to work, I felt Brandon's eyes on me. \"So, how's Nina?\" He asked as I stopped at a light and sipped my coffee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's fine. Hot as always, but I realized something.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I took off, and he leaned back in the seat.\n\n\"What's that?\" Brandon sounded amused as he pressed me for more information.\n\n\"She doesn't get it. None of those girls do.\" I looked at him as I stopped at another light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They don't work and never have.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We were that way once, Brent. We partied the day away as well as the nights. No responsibilities at all.\" He shrugged. \"This is a new thing to us, as much as it is our…friends.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I just saw it a different way last night. Maybe all of these hours are making me crazy or something.\" I pulled into the garage and parked, stepping out of the car as he opened his door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think we'll both be in a padded room come January,\" Brandon clapped me on the shoulder, making me laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We had another long day, but it was good. I was growing to enjoy working over the empty life that we were living before, finding it interesting that he built this from nothing. I got a close look at his work over the years through paperwork and the computer. I got a look at the steps that failed and the ones that worked, hearing stories about Dad from everybody." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We had Mom taking care of the party and only had to show up, finding the bar ready and the restaurant looking great." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I grinned and looked at the staff that was gathering around the bar, laughing, and talking as I glanced at Brandon. We walked in to join them, smiling at Mom as she came in from the kitchen in a bright green dress. She was always at these events, and I was happy to see her since I wasn't sure that she'd come.\n\nThe buffet was soon ready for all of us, and we lined up to fill our plates with the Mediterranean and American food before taking seats at the tables set up around the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I joined Mom, seeing the blush to her cheeks as she looked at me with tears in her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're all so kind. They gave me presents and told me how sorry they were…they did that at the church already.\"\n\n\"Mom, this is your company as much as it was his. You worked hard back in the beginning too, with the books and taking care of these parties. They all love you.\" She smiled and nodded, wiping her cheeks.\n\n\"Remember when they used to call you Mom and then their kids called you Grandma, making us jealous?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brandon laughed as she nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then Ash became that to them. It's a circle, Mom. We're going to keep this extended family just that, a family.\"\n\n\"You two are making me so proud. I know that he's looking down as well, beaming at the job that you are doing. Your father is proud of you.\" Mom told us with a nod and shimmering eyes.\n\nI exchanged a look with my brother, knowing we both hoped that he didn't see everything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We were tainting the company with some of our past behavior, in ways that might harm others." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't know how much of a part I played in Veronica's issues, but I felt some lingering guilt every now and then. We were doing things that Dad wouldn't approve of." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nMia Ford" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I dressed the next morning in dark jeans and a green Henley for breakfast, knowing that people were already arriving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We'd had a small family night last night, opening gifts and just being together. Mom was emotional but she held the tears at bay for the most part.\n\nI knew that today was going to be busy and distracting, thinking of Mom as I ran a hand through my hair. It was longer than I preferred but I would deal with it later as I thought about Jane arriving in a few hours." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something had changed between her and us; both Brent and me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With other girls, it wasn't as intimidating but I didn't think that she could handle us both. I didn't think she could handle one of us with her glaring innocence, but she was beautiful and attracted to both of us.\n\nI knew that we'd be busy with all the guests and I wouldn't have too much time alone with her, but she was going to be here. I was curious to meet Jane's mother and see if they looked alike, or if she might take after her father more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wondered if her sweet nature was more like her mom and I grinned at the impending arrival." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I slipped my feet into some black socks and headed downstairs, insisting on comfort over formality. I didn't want to wear a suit all day with uncomfortable shoes, so I got away with this for now. I dressed more for dinner later, something that Dad gave in to when we were young and argumentative.\n\nI headed down the stairs to find some aunts and cousins running around as Mom finished the breakfast casseroles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were still in the oven and Ashely cooked some bacon and sausage on the stove, since we gave Monica the weekend off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She did a lot of the prep for us throughout the week. I went in and poured some coffee, offering to help as Brandon walked in dressed like me. The difference was that his Henley was a darker red, and Mom smiled at us. \"Toast would be great,\" she said before I grabbed some bread and started sliding it into the toaster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brandon got his own coffee and we got all the food together and set up buffet style on the counter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I felt the absence of Dad at the table as we started to pray. It wasn't a habit other than holidays, something left from Mom's strict Catholic upbringing but I listened closely today. I wondered if he knew that we missed him. I wondered if he could see us as I let the idea of the driver that killed him enjoying his holidays cross my mind briefly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was facing some charges for driving drunk but we all knew that it wouldn't make up for our loss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The kids lightened the mood, chattering about Santa and their presents as I watched them. There were two more sets of twins on my mom's side of the family and it always made me pity her and Dad as I took in how much fucking energy they had. I had to pour another cup of coffee to get whatever I had back from when I woke up this morning, as we sat with our uncles and talked about the company. Everyone was supportive of us taking over and there were pats on the back and hugs from everyone that arrived." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was on the back patio with my older cousin Nate when I glanced up to see dark curls and a wide smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a woman that looked a lot like Jane standing beside her as Mom hugged them both and introduced them to the relatives that were all over the house at this point. Jane was wearing what looked like black slacks and a red blouse and her hair was loose around her shoulders as she shook someone's hand. \"Who is that? She's gorgeous.\" My eyes snapped back to Nate, fifteen and full or hormones as I remembered being that age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Calm down, Romeo. She's our new assistant Jane and way too old for you,\" I told him as I ruffled his hair, making him step away from her and tell me to stop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Damn, you hire girls that look like that?\" He asked as I nearly choked on the beer that I was sipping. He had no idea what shit we pulled at the office.\n\n\"It just worked out that way. I'm her boss, Nate. Chill out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked at me with wide brown eyes as I shook my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm going to go say hello.\" I walked in and Jane looked up to see me as our eyes locked. She looked beautiful with a dark liner on her lids and a nude stain to her lips as she smiled and I stepped up to her. \"Jane. Merry Christmas,\" I told her as she introduced me to her beautiful mother, Chelsea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They both looked a little bit flustered and I knew that the crowd was intimidating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your house is gorgeous,\" her mom told me as I smiled and thanked her.\n\n\"I think my place would fit into the kitchen,\" Jane quipped as I smiled at her. Brandon stepped into the kitchen and took in Jane with a hungry gaze before she noticed him, introducing her mom to him. The woman looked from him to me as she fanned herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My word, you are handsome,\" she said as Mom laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They look just like their father,\" she said, sadness in her voice as Chelsea hugged her. They spoke softly to one another as Jane smiled and looked at us. We went outside to the balcony after she met everyone and her mom was caught up with the aunts and she sipped the glass of wine in her hand as she looked over the city.\n\n\"This is gorgeous. I can't imagine what it must look like at night,\" Jane said softly as the wind blew her hair into her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I reached out and tucked it behind her ear as she stared at me for a moment, letting out her breath slowly. \"Brent…\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We would take care of you,\" I promised her as she frowned. \"You're something special, Jane.\"\n\n\"You're my supervisor. You guys are my bosses,\" she told me as the door behind is slid open.\n\n\"What am I interrupting?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brandon asked smoothly as he moved to stand beside her, smiling crookedly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked at me and then back to her as he raised an eyebrow. \"What's going on?\"\n\nJane sighed and looked back over the buildings as she leaned forward. I knew that she was confused. Hell, I was, too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am not the kind of girl you boys would like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Says who?\" Brandon challenged her as I groaned and she rested her head in her hands.\n\n\"Bran,\" I said as he moved close to her against the railing.\n\n\"You feel what's between us, Jane. I know you do.\" I stood beside her, shame flooding me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jane was too sweet for this, too innocent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I work for you. I'm…nothing can happen.\" I heard the urgency in her voice as Brandon only moved closer, his eyes locked on hers.\n\n\"You say that now, Jane.\" He brushed his lips against her cheek as something filled me, pressing close to her before he walked through the door that led to our room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She slumped forward and dropped her face into her hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's so damned straightforward,\" she mumbled before looking at me. \"Why? You have women at your feet everywhere you go. Why me?\" Her eyes narrowed as I swallowed thickly. \"Is it an assistant thing? Do you have to conquer all of them?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What have you heard?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I asked as she sighed.\n\n\"You had other girls. People say that you were sleeping with them and then poof. They were gone.\" She looked at me, long and hard. \"I need this job. I need the money. I can't risk that because you and Brandon are hot as hell, because this is my future. I can't lose my future just because of some attraction.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She turned and walked into the house, and I watched as she got some more wine before she disappeared into the living room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anybody right now and I licked my lips before turning to look over the city again. The sun was setting and the lights were coming on, reminding me of Dad and his values and business sense. He would never let this happen; would have never let it happen with the other assistants. I knew that there was something more with Jane, a tug that was going to be hard as hell to ignore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We had to, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We had no choice.\n\nEveryone was called inside for dinner, plates loaded with food as voices rose in chatter. There were people seated at the long formal table, Jane and her mom squeezed in next to my mother as they laughed. I sat with my brother and some of the cousins in the kitchen as I kept an eye on Jane, Brandon following my gaze several times." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We looked at each other, expressing the need that we felt as well as the urgency to stay away from her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was going to go off on him for what he did outside as soon as I had the chance, irritated at his bold move.\n\nJane skillfully avoided us all night, getting to know everyone else in the house as she made the rounds. I saw her talking with Ashley and her boyfriend, a tall dark-haired kid with a rogue look in his blue eyes. At least, that's what I saw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sat close to her, his arm slung protectively around Ashley's shoulders as she talked closely with Jane, smiling as she seemed to draw comfort from her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone left in groups, hugs and holiday wishes echoing through the house. I said goodbye on auto pilot, hugging everyone warmly as I accepted their well wishes. I kissed Chelsea's cheek and thanked her for coming before looking down at Jane's impassive face as she shuffled out of the door.\n\nI grabbed another beer and went upstairs, sitting on the bed as I looked out of the window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brandon stepped in and I didn't look at him before speaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What the hell was that outside?\"\n\n\"I barely touched her,\" he said as I glared at him. \"After everything else we've done, that was nothing.\"\n\n\"We. Can't. Touch. Her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I said slowly as he looked at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She said that she doesn't want that and I want to respect that. She isn't like the others, Bran.\"\n\n\"Have you seen the way that she looks at us? Those damn eyes make me want to kiss her senseless,\" he murmured as I shook my head. \"I kissed her cheek. That's it.\"\n\n\"That is where it ends. We have girls for that so use them. Not her. I don't want to fuck up her future,\" I said, ending the conversation with my tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stood for a moment before going to his own room and I leaned back against the pillows." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The day was hitting me as I took a long tug from my beer, feeling the emotions well up inside of me.\n\nThere was a part of me that felt like Jane would be good for the hurt side of me; that she would soothe me." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 4 sentences sentences in the style of Mia Ford spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of tobacco was sickening and brought me back to a painful time in my life. The look across the table was one that was familiar to me. There were those trying to keep their jubilation in check and others stone cold sober. The cards were unpredictable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were a reminder of how luck changes hands when you least expect it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a fickle mistress.\n\nMy father was holding two pairs and he was betting the farm on the other players believing the smirk on his face. I tried to pull him back from the abyss too many times to count. My presence was to undermine the others by using my sexuality as a weapon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was paying me half the take and I couldn't say no." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The money was good, but only if lady luck held true.\n\nI bent over showing an immense amount of cleavage to keep them preoccupied. It was a matter of one hand not knowing what the other was doing. I reached across and took a slug from the last of the beer bottle by Coughlin's hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know why you keep the temperature in here like this. I'm parched.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I finished off the bottle with my head back and my chest thrust out.\n\nMen were easy when it came to seduction. They wanted to buy what I was trying to sell them. A brief glimpse at what could possibly be the best night of their lives." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The table was littered with empty beer bottles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I like it hot in here. The temperature has already risen and it has nothing to do with anybody trying to turn it up. Having you here is a blessing and a curse. I'm not immune to your charms. It was ingenious of your father to bring you along for the ride. You class up this joint by the mere scent of your delightful perfume.\" Coughlin had always been flirtatious, but nothing ever came of it.\n\nDaylight was peeking through the curtains and my father was riding a winning streak. I tried to get his attention to let sleeping dogs lie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was better to walk away before lady luck had a change of heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those in attendance were heavy hitters with money to burn. My father had rented out a suite in the casino looking to impress and it worked.\n\n\"You do know that's my daughter you're talking to. I thought there was an understanding among gentlemen of about this kind of thing. I didn't bring her with me to have you ogle her like a piece of meat.\" His plan was to use me and my considerable assets to his advantage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's no reason to be offended. I meant no disrespect. These games are usually very staid, but having her here helps to keep things interesting. A comely young blonde in the prime of her life has a lot to offer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't undressing me with his eyes, but there was interest in something more than this verbal sparring match.\n\n\"Just make sure to keep it in your pants where it belongs.\" My father had been admonishing him all night concerning his wandering eye.\n\nThere was a cloud of discarded smoke thick in the air even with the window open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was truly the city that never slept." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "New York had nothing on Las Vegas. It was gambling as far as the eye could see. Casinos were a dime a dozen. You couldn't turn around without seeing the glitz and glamour of the lights." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm a little too old to chase skirts. It doesn't mean I can't admire the curves of a young woman. There's no harm in looking. I always go home to the one that captured my heart.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was a game of sport where one wrong move could see profit become debt.\n\nCoughlin had thinning gray hair, but he carried himself with distinction in custom-made Italian suits. His shoes were polished to a shine and his face was cleanly shaven without even a semblance of stubble.\n\nMy father was wearing the same damn suit he wore during my mother's funeral." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the only one he owned which made him look like a high roller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a façade built on a stack of lies. The pyramid was teetering and the wind of fortune was barely being kept together.\n\nA couple of lightweights were sleeping off the effects of too many beers on the surrounding black leather couches. There were four left standing after 12-hours trying to match wits with each other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't come as any great shock the two making the most waves were Coughlin and my father." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were constantly at odds with this teeter-totter of success underneath their belts.\n\n\"I don't know how Meredith puts up with you. She's sleeping soundly while you are staring at something that should be off limits. You could do me the courtesy of playing the game before you.\" My father gave me an imperceptible nod signaling that it was time to pull out the big guns.\n\nI went into the same act where I was pretending to faint from the heat in the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't the first time we had resorted to these kinds of underhanded methods." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was all part of the routine we had mastered growing up fleecing people from one town to another. I had gotten out from underneath his thumb of influence by going to college. The degree wasn't worth the paper it was printed on.\n\n\"I'm going to tell you a little secret about Meredith. Having this time to imagine the obscene possibilities is my own personal Viagra. I don't need the magic of the little blue pill. It's getting late and I have a flight to catch in the next couple of hours. Let's say we make this the final hand…winner takes all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My father could have easily said no, but that one word was never used in his vocabulary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have no problem taking your money.\" He didn't have the same amount of funds leaving him short by $25,000.\n\n\"Frank, I will lend you the money.\" My father was understandably suspicious of his motives, but his pride was on the line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You really shouldn't have offered. Read them and weep.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hand was a full house of Kings and Queens. It was very respectable.\n\n\"I have a pair of fives and another pair of fives. A four of a kind beats your full house. I will be in touch about this marker you owe me. I'm sorry I have to take my winnings and leave. This was a lot of fun and we should do it again soon. Don't look so glum. This just wasn't your night. The next time will be different. I know where you live to collect the debt.\" He motioned for his driver and they left together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The others stumbled out of the room mumbling incoherently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sight was of the walking dead.\n\n50% of nothing was still nothing. I never had a real job in my life. I depended on my good looks and sexuality to get me far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My flaxen blond hair and 5'4 and 145-pound frame were like catnip to the boys." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My green eyes made them take a second look.\n\n\"I don't know what happened. I thought I was reading him all night. I should have known he had something up his sleeve when he propositioned the last hand being one where the winner was able to take all. I fell into his trap and you tried to warn me.\" My father was despondent, but he was holding up remarkably well considering the $25,000 marker.\n\n\"This is a hiccup and you will bounce back after you get this debt from around your neck. I might have a way to settle the score. Give me a couple of days and I'll figure something out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I patted his shoulder and thought of my sacrifice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Losing the one heirloom my mother gave me on her deathbed was going to kill me inside.\n\nI saw the writing on the wall 2-hours ago and had made preparations to meet with a certain antiquities collector. The broach was passed down from one generation to the next. I had already pawned most of my worldly possessions for my father." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was no stranger to getting into trouble at an early age." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't want to become him, but our paths were the same. College was my one chance to turn things around.\n\n\"I can't always ask you to bail me out of trouble. This was supposed to be my chance to help you and not the other way around. I'm ashamed. I'm sorry you have a deadbeat father.\" I couldn't pick my family, but I could pick my friends.\n\nSebastian Cole was going to get a rude awakening when I landed on his doorstep." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Jayne Rylon" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bryant couldn't believe how much this mattered to Vaughn. It seemed like a simple thing, strolling down the street together holding hands. For them, it was huge.\n\nIt was important that his boyfriend realize he was glad to be seen together with him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And secretly, Bryant suspected Vaughn liked to parade him around and make sure everyone knew who he belonged to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bryant had never been the kind of person anyone wanted to show off before, but he was willing to admit he liked the feeling.\n\nThey talked about everything and nothing as they spent Vaughn's day off wandering around the downtown area of Laramie, Wyoming, one of the closest cities to Compton Pass. Sure, it wasn't a megalopolis like New York or L.A., but it was bigger and busier than their sleepy little town.\n\nThey walked along the main street, browsing through shop windows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was incredible to spend time like this, like a normal couple." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bryant was hardly paying attention to the goods in the stores until they passed a high-end antique dealer, which ordinarily wouldn't have been his thing.\n\nExcept something caught his eye.\n\nHe stopped in his tracks, jerking Vaughn to a halt. Then he practically dragged the guy inside and over to a display case where he leaned in for a better look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You like that watch?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vaughn asked subtly, maybe hinting around for Christmas or birthday ideas. Not that either of them could afford the one he was studying with his photographic memory.\n\n\"Of course I do. I've admired it my whole life…when my dad was wearing it. It was JD's.\" Bryant clenched his fists." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had his dad sold it to help raise some of the cash for Bryant's experiment?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh shit, that couldn't be it, could it?\n\n\"Hang on a second, maybe it's just one similar…\" Vaughn's grim face spoke volumes.\n\n\"It's not. See the tiny ding on the band? It's from when I was eight or nine. Doug and I were goofing around on the back of one of the tractors. His jacket got caught on a tree and tugged him off. He was heading straight under the tire until my dad jammed his hand down and grabbed him before something awful could happen. But the watch took the brunt of the impact. My dad always said it saved him from breaking his wrist that day. Besides, it's engraved to JD from Vicki.\" Bryant bent over with his hands on his knees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vaughn caught the eye of the shopkeeper and raised his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hi, could I take a look at this?\"\n\n\"It's a beaut, that one. A rare find. Solid gold. Handcrafted by a master watchmaker, too. They don't make them like that anymore.\" The guy nodded as he unlocked the case. He was careful as he handed it to Vaughn, who immediately flipped it over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "[ With my timeless love…Vicki ]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bryant thought he might be sick. Doubly so when he caught sight of all the zeroes on the price tag. A perpetual student with no job, he couldn't even dream of affording it. His only option was to accept that this was what it had cost his family to support him in an effort that hadn't succeeded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Might never succeed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was going to rain eventually, but until it did, he wouldn't even know if all this had been worth it. And what if it hadn't been?\n\nHe felt that familiar urge to run tugging at his boots.\n\nUntil he looked over at Vaughn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The creases around his mouth and between his brows made it clear he was wondering how Bryant would react." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Would this be the wedge that drove them apart forever?\n\nNot if Bryant had anything to say about it.\n\nThis time he wised up and leaned on Vaughn instead of shoving him away. They thanked the shopkeeper and left a significant piece of his family's history behind when they went back to the truck, where he slid across the bench seat to rest his head on Vaughn's shoulder, defeated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't have any way to make this right. The system and all my improvements have to actually work before I can make any money from them. What am I going to say to my family? What will I say to my dad?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ah, fuck.\n\n\"I don't know, Bryant. But we'll figure out something. Your dad believes in you. If he didn't, he would never have done this. Think of it this way—he's so sure that your technology will advance the farm and the improve life for everyone involved that he was willing to gamble that watch on it.\" Vaughn shook Bryant's shoulders. \"He's willing to let the past go in order to make the future better. He has faith in you. And so do I.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In that moment, there was only one thing Bryant knew to be true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So he didn't try to repress it. \"I love you, Vaughn.\"\n\n\"I love you, too.\" Vaughn kissed his temple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know it's tough to deal with now, but this is going to be okay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bryant sat there for a while, wrapped in his lover's arms.\n\nAfter he felt steady again, he reached for his phone and called Doug.\n\n\"Hey, there's the cousin I was just thinking of!\" Doug joked.\n\n\"Why?\" Bryant was afraid to hope." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you have good news? What's the weather doing?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Doug turned his phone around so that the video transmitted an image of his laptop screen and the weather forecast running on it. It was blotchy with red blobs. Rain. Heavy rain everywhere.\n\nBryant held his breath as he reminded himself it was only a simulator the storm-chasing crew used." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You think it's actually coming?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, but I thought that the last four times there was a low pressure system over this way, too.\" His cousin shrugged. \"The weather this summer is more confusing than a woman.\"\n\n\"Or a guy.\" Vaughn rolled his eyes so Bryant smacked him in the gut with the back of his hand.\n\nIf this rain didn't come, not only would the herd suffer, but the money his father had sunk into the irrigation and water retention systems would keep them from being able to ship more hay in from a neighboring farm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bryant might have fucked them all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Calm down.\" Vaughn rubbed Bryant's thigh out of sight of his phone.\n\n\"Sit tight, cuz. This can't last forever,\" Doug said.\n\n\"But will we make it until it rains again?\" Bryant was pretty sure his nerves were shot." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of T. J. Klune spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next morning, he was early to the office by nearly two hours. No one else had yet arrived, most likely still tucked away safely in their beds without a care in the world.\n\nHe went to his desk, sat down, and turned on his computer. The familiar green light did nothing to comfort him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried to get as much work done as he could, constantly aware of the clock above ticking by each and every second." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The room began to fill at a quarter till eight. Ms. Jenkins arrived at precisely eight o'clock, heels clicking on the floor. Linus slunk down in his seat, but he could feel her eyes on him.\n\nHe tried to work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He really did. The green words were a blur on the screen in front of him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even the RULES AND REGULATIONS couldn't calm him down.\n\nAt exactly eight forty-five, he stood from his chair.\n\nThe people in the desks around him turned and stared.\n\nHe ignored them, swallowing thickly as he picked up his briefcase and walked down the rows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sorry,\" he muttered with every desk he bumped into." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Apologies. So sorry. Is it just me or are the desks getting closer together? Sorry. So sorry.\"\n\nMs. Jenkins stood in the doorway to her office as he left the room, Gunther beside her, scratching his long pencil on the clipboard." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of T. J. Klune." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 4 sentences, emulating the writing style of T. J. Klune." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"G'way,\" he muttered when he felt a tapping against his cheek. \"S'not time for your breakfast, Calliope.\"\n\n\"That's good to know,\" a voice that obviously did not belong to Calliope said. \"Seeing as how it's afternoon. Unless they breakfast late in the city. I wouldn't know. I tend to avoid such places. Too much noise for my taste.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus opened his eyes, blinking slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A woman peered down at him, silhouetted by the sun.\n\nLinus sat up quickly. \"Where am I!\"\n\nThe woman took a step back, a look of cool amusement on her face. \"Marsyas Train Station, of course. An odd place for a nap, but I suppose it's as good a place as any.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus pushed himself off the floor of the platform." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt gritty and out of sorts. There was an ache in his head, and he seemed to have accumulated quite a collection of sand on his backside. He brushed himself off as he looked around wildly. Calliope sat in her crate, tail twitching as she watched him warily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His luggage sat near her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And there, on the bench he'd been sitting on, was a pile of folders.\n\n\"Is this all you've got?\" the woman asked, and Linus turned his attention back to her. He was immediately concerned when he couldn't quite get a grasp on her age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her hair sat like a white fluffy cloud atop her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bright flowers had been woven in. Her skin was dark and lovely, but it was her eyes that confused Linus the most. They were the eyes of someone far older than the rest of her appearance suggested. It must have been a trick of the bright sunlight, but they looked almost violet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't place why he thought her familiar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wore a thin wispy shirt that hung loosely on her frame. Her trousers were tan and ended mid-calf. Her feet were bare.\n\n\"Who are you?\" he demanded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ms. Chapelwhite, of course,\" she said, as if he should have known." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Caretaker of Marsyas Island.\"\n\n\"Caretaker,\" he repeated.\n\n\"Is that all the luggage you've brought?\" she asked again.\n\n\"Yes, but—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To each his own,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stood dumbfounded as she pushed by him, lifting his suitcase as if it were filled with nothing but feathers. He'd broken out in a sweat lugging it onto the train, but she seemed to have no such issue. \"Gather your papers and your gigantic cat, Mr. Baker. I don't like to dillydally, and you're already later than I expected. I do have responsibilities, you know.\"\n\n\"Now see here,\" he began, but she ignored him, moving toward the stairs at the edge of the platform." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She descended the stairs gracefully, as if she were walking on air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was only then that he noticed a small car idling on the road. The roof appeared to have been sheared off, leaving the seats exposed. A convertible, though he'd never actually seen one in person.\n\nHe gave very real thought to grabbing Calliope and fleeing down the train tracks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, he gathered his files and lifted the crate, following after the strange woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd already placed his luggage in the trunk by the time he reached the car. She glanced at him, then down at the crate. \"Don't suppose you'd be fine with putting that thing in the back?\"\n\n\"Absolutely not,\" he said, moderately offended. \"That's just cruel.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Right,\" she muttered. \"Fine. You'll have to carry it on your lap, then. Or we can fasten it to the hood, if you think that'd work better.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was scandalized. \"She would be so angry.\"\n\nMs. Chapelwhite shrugged. \"I'm sure she'd get over it.\"\n\n\"I'm not tying her to the hood of the car!\"\n\n\"Your choice. Get in, Mr. Baker. We'll need to hurry. I told Merle we wouldn't be long.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus's head was spinning. \"Merle?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The ferryman,\" she said, opening the door and climbing into the car. \"He'll take us to the island.\"\n\n\"I haven't decided if I even want to go to the island.\"\n\nShe squinted up at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then why are you here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sputtered. \"It was—I was told—this isn't—\"\n\nShe reached to the dash of the car toward a pair of oversize white sunglasses. \"Either get in or don't, Mr. Baker. Frankly, I would prefer if you didn't. The Department in Charge of Magical Youth is a farce, and you seem to be nothing but a clueless lackey. I'd have no problem leaving you here. I'm sure the train will be back at some point. It always is.\"\n\nThat rankled him more than he expected." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus barely remembered walking down the hall toward his bedroom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt as if he were caught in a strange dream, one he didn't know how to escape from. The sensation persisted as he passed the tiny bathroom, only to see his toiletries had been placed on a shelf underneath the mirror.\n\n\"What?\" he asked no one in particular.\n\nThe bedroom at the end of the hall was small, but functional." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a desk facing the window that opened out to the cliff overlooking the sea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A chair was pressed against it. Near what appeared to be a closet door was a small bureau. A bed with an oversize quilt sat against the opposite wall. Calliope was on the pillow, tail curled around her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She opened a single eye as he entered, tracking his movement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He opened his mouth and was about to speak to her when the words stuck in his throat.\n\nHis suitcase sat on the bed, opened and empty.\n\nHe rushed toward it. \"Where are my things?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Calliope yawned and tucked her face in her paws, breathing deeply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The files for the children and Mr. Parnassus were still secure in a side pocket, the zipper closed. They didn't appear to have been trifled with. But his clothes were gone, and so was—\n\nHe looked around wildly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There, on the floor, near the desk, sat Calliope's bowls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One had been filled with water, the other with her kibble, the bag of which was placed to the side of the desk. On top of the desk was his copy of RULES AND REGULATIONS.\n\nHe went to the closet and threw open the doors.\n\nHis shirts and ties and slacks were hung carefully from the hangers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next to them was the one coat he'd brought, though he hadn't been sure he'd need it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His spare loafers were sitting on the floor.\n\nLeaving the door open, he went to the bureau. Inside, stacked neatly, were his socks and undergarments.\n\nThe next drawer down held his pajamas and the only nonwork clothes he'd brought, pants and a polo shirt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He backed away from the bureau slowly until his legs hit the edge of the bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sat down roughly, staring at the drawers and the open closet.\n\n\"I think,\" he said to Calliope, \"that I'm in over my head.\"\n\nShe didn't have an opinion one way or another.\n\nShaking his head, he reached for his suitcase, pulling the files out and onto his lap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Foolish,\" he muttered. \"Next time, know what you're walking into.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took a deep breath before opening the file on top.\n\n\"Oh,\" he said rather breathlessly when he read about a wyvern named Theodore.\n\n\"What?\" he choked out when he opened the file for a fourteen-year-old boy called Sal.\n\nHe didn't manage to say anything at all for Talia, though a bead of sweat trickled down his brow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was right about Phee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A forest sprite, and a powerful one at that.\n\nHe recoiled sharply at what he saw for a boy called Chauncey. He was ten years old, and next the word Mother, it read UNKNOWN. The same for his father." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as T. J. Klune" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gave very real consideration to ignoring the dinner invitation and pulling the heavy quilt up and over his head, blocking out the strange world he'd found himself in. Maybe if he slept, things would make more sense upon waking.\n\nBut then his stomach grumbled, and Linus realized he was hungry.\n\nRavenous, even." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He poked his not inconsiderable stomach. \"Must you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It gurgled again.\n\nHe sighed.\n\nWhich is why he found himself standing at the front door to the main house, steeling his nerves. \"It's no different than any other assignment,\" he muttered to himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've been in this situation before. On with it, old boy. You've got this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He reached up and banged the metal knocker against the door three times.\n\nAnd waited.\n\nA minute later, he knocked again.\n\nStill no response." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wiped the sweat from his brow as he stepped back, looking at the side of the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were lights on through the windows, but it didn't appear anyone was coming to the door.\n\nHe shook his head as he stepped again to the door. After a moment of indecision, he reached for the knob. It turned easily under his hand, and he pushed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The door opened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside was a foyer that led to a wide set of stairs to the second floor. The banisters were wooden and smooth. A large chandelier hung above the foyer, the crystals glittering in the light. He stuck his head through the doorway, listening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He heard.… music? It was faint, but still." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't make out the song, but it felt familiar somehow.\n\n\"Hello?\" he called.\n\nNo one answered.\n\nHe stepped into the house, closing the door behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To his right was a living room, a large overstuffed couch set in front of a dark fireplace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a painting above the fireplace, a whimsical portrait of swirling eddies. He thought he saw the ruffled skirt of the couch shift, but he couldn't be sure it wasn't just a trick of the low light.\n\nAhead were the stairs.\n\nTo his left was a formal dining room, though it didn't appear to be in use." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smaller chandelier above the table was dark, and the table was covered with books, old by the looks of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hello?\" he tried again.\n\nNo one responded.\n\nHe did the only thing he could.\n\nHe followed the sound of the music." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The closer he got, the more the notes filled in, trumpets low and sharp, a sweet masculine voice singing that somewhere beyond the sea, she's there watching for me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus had this record. He loved it so.\n\nAs Bobby Darin sang about watching ships from golden sands, Linus moved through the dream, fingers tracing along the books on the table. He barely glanced down at the titles, entranced by the telltale scratch of a record spinning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He came to two swinging doors, portholes in their center." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stood on his tiptoes, peering through them.\n\nThe kitchen was bright and airy. It was bigger than any kitchen he'd ever seen before. He was sure the entire guest house could fit inside, with room to spare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lights hung from the ceiling surrounded by glass globes like fishbowls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could see a gigantic refrigerator next to an industrial-sized oven. The granite counters were sparkling clean, and—\n\nHis jaw dropped.\n\nMs. Chapelwhite was moving through the kitchen, feet barely touching the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her wings glittered behind her, much brighter than Phee's had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They fluttered with every step she took.\n\nBut it was the other person in the kitchen that caught Linus's eye the most.\n\nLucy was standing on a stepstool in front of the counter. He had a plastic knife in his hand and was chopping a tomato, dropping the pieces into a large pink bowl to his left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he was bouncing along with Bobby Darin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the orchestra swelled mid-song, drums beating, trumpets blaring, he shook his entire body in time with the music. Bobby came back in, saying he knew without a doubt, his heart would lead him there.\n\nAnd Lucy was rocking his head back, bellowing the words as he danced.\n\nMs. Chapelwhite was singing along with him, twirling in the kitchen as she moved in and out of sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a feeling of unreality that washed over Linus then, a discordant wave that felt like it was sucking him down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't catch his breath.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" a voice whispered.\n\nLinus let out a strangled yelp and turned to find Phee and Talia standing behind him. Phee had cleaned herself up, her red hair like fire, her freckles more pronounced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her wings were folded against her back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Talia had changed into a different outfit, though it was remarkably similar to the one she'd been wearing before, sans cap. Her long, white hair hung down on her shoulders, the same luxuriant color as her beard.\n\nThey both stared up at him suspiciously.\n\nLinus didn't know what to say. \"I'm…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Spying?\" Phee suggested." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stiffened. \"Absolutely not—\"\n\n\"We don't like spies here,\" Talia said ominously. \"The last spy who tried to infiltrate our house was never heard from again.\" She leaned forward, eyes narrowing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because we cooked him and ate him for supper.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You did no such thing,\" Mr. Parnassus said, appearing out of nowhere. Linus was beginning to understand it was something he did. At some point, he'd removed his coat. He now wore a thick sweater, the ends of which fell over the backs of his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because we've never been so lucky as to have a spy. A spy suggests someone capable of infiltration without displaying their intent. Anyone that has come here has made their intentions perfectly clear. Isn't that right, Mr. Baker?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" he said. \"Quite.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus smiled. \"And besides, we don't harm our guests. Certainly not to the point of murder. That would be rude.\"\n\nThat didn't make Linus feel any better.\n\n\"Beyond the Sea\" gave way to Bobby singing about wanting a girl to call his own so he wouldn't have to dream alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shall we?\" Mr. Parnassus asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus nodded.\n\nThey all stared at him.\n\nIt took him a moment to realize he was blocking the door. He stepped aside. Phee and Talia pushed through to the kitchen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mr. Parnassus called over his shoulder, \"Theodore! Supper!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus heard a loud scuffling coming from the living room. He looked beyond Mr. Parnassus in time to see Theodore burst out from underneath the couch, tripping over his wings. He growled as he flipped end over end, tail smacking against the floor. He lay on his back for a moment, breathing heavily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Slow and steady, Theodore,\" Mr. Parnassus said kindly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'd never start without you.\"\n\nTheodore sighed (possibly—Linus couldn't be sure) and righted himself. He chirped as he gingerly stood on his back legs, folding his wings behind him with great care, first the right, and then the left. He took a tentative step forward, claws sliding on the wood floor before he found a grip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He prefers to fly everywhere,\" Mr. Parnassus whispered to Linus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But whenever it's time to eat, I ask him to walk.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"Because he must get used to his feet on the ground. He can't spend all his time on wings. He'll tire, especially being so young. If he ever finds himself in danger, he needs to learn to use his legs as well as his wings.\"\n\nLinus was startled. \"Danger, why would he—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How many wyverns are left in the world, Mr. Baker?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That shut Linus up quickly. The answer, though he couldn't be exact, was not many.\n\nMr. Parnassus nodded. \"Precisely.\"\n\nTheodore took his exaggerated steps toward them, head cocked to the side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he stood at their feet, he looked up at Mr. Parnassus, chirped, and spread his wings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, yes,\" Mr. Parnassus said, leaning down to run a finger along his snout. \"Very impressive. I'm proud of you, Theodore.\"\n\nHe folded his wings again, then looked up at Linus before leaning down and biting gently on the tip of one of his loafers.\n\nMr. Parnassus looked at him expectantly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus wasn't sure what for." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's saying thank you for the button.\"\n\nLinus would prefer not being gnawed on to show gratitude, but it was already too late for that. \"Oh. Well. You're … welcome?\"\n\nTheodore chirped again and went through the door that Mr. Parnassus held open for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shall we?\" he asked Linus." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus nodded and walked through the door into the kitchen." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of T. J. Klune.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of T. J. Klune every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mr. Parnassus led Linus down a long hallway at the top of the stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The children's rooms,\" he said, nodding at the doors on either side of the hall. There were signs hung from each of them with the names of the children: Chauncey and Sal on the right. Phee and Talia on the left. He pointed toward a hatch in the ceiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The outline of a wyvern had been drawn on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Theodore's nest is up in the turret. He has a small hoard up there, but his favorite place is under the couch.\"\n\n\"I'll want to inspect them,\" Linus said, making a mental note of the layout.\n\n\"I figured you would. We can arrange for that tomorrow, seeing as how the children will be getting ready for bed shortly. Either Ms. Chapelwhite can show you while the children are in their studies, or we can do it before, and then you can join us in the classroom.\"\n\n\"What about Ms. Chapelwhite?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus asked, staring at the etchings of trees into the wood of Phee's door as they passed it by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She was here long before we ever were,\" Mr. Parnassus said. \"The island is hers. We're merely borrowing it. She lives deep in the woods on the other side of the island.\"\n\nLinus had so many questions. This island. This house. This man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But another was more prominent, given the number of doors he'd counted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Near the end of the hall, four remained. One was marked as a bathroom for the girls. The other was for the boys. A third door had ARTHUR'S OFFICE written in a legend on it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And Lucy? Where does he stay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus stopped in front of the office and nodded toward the remaining door. \"In my room.\"\n\nLinus's eyes narrowed. \"You share a room with a small boy—\"\n\n\"Nothing untoward, I assure you.\" He didn't sound offended by the implication." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There was a large walk-in closet that I had converted into a room for Lucy when he came to stay with us. It … it's better for him if I'm near. He used to have such terrible nightmares. He still does, sometimes, though they aren't as vicious as they used to be. I like to think his time here has helped. He doesn't like being far away from me, if he can help it, though I am trying to teach him independence. He's … a work in progress.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus opened the office door. It was smaller than Linus expected, and crammed full, almost uncomfortably so. There was a desk set in the middle, surrounded by stacks of books, many of which leaned precariously. There was a single window that looked out over the ocean." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It appeared endless in the night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the distance, Linus saw the flashing wink of a lonely lighthouse.\n\nMr. Parnassus shut the door behind them, nodding for Linus to take a seat. He did so, taking out a small notebook that he always carried in his pocket, filled with notes he kept on each of his cases. He'd been lax in his duties here so far, kept off-kilter by the very idea of this place, but that would do no longer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd always prided himself on the copious notes he took, and if he was to give weekly reports as Extremely Upper Management requested, he would make sure they were the best he'd ever written." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you mind?\" he asked, pointing at a stubby pencil on the desk.\n\n\"Of course,\" Mr. Parnassus said. \"What's mine is yours.\"\n\nSomething fluttered in Linus's stomach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He thought it must have been something he ate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He opened his notepad and licked the tip of the pencil, an old habit he'd never been able to break. \"Now, if you please. Let's discuss—\"\n\n\"Sal is our newest arrival,\" Mr. Parnassus said, as if Linus hadn't spoken at all. He sat across from Linus in the chair behind the desk, steepling his hands under his chin. \"Three months ago.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh? I suppose I did read that in his file. He seems nervous, though I suppose teenagers often are in the face of authority.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus snorted. \"Nervous. That's one word for it. Did you also read in his file that these three months are the longest he's ever stayed in one place since he was seven years old?\"\n\n\"I … no. I don't suppose I got that far. I was distracted by … well. The enormity of this assignment.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus smiled sympathetically. \"They didn't tell you what you were walking into, did they? Extremely Upper Management. Not until you got here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus fidgeted in his seat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. Only that it was classified.\" Also that the children were problematic, but Linus didn't know if he should say that aloud.\n\n\"Surely you can see why.\"\n\n\"I can,\" Linus agreed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One doesn't often meet the Antichrist.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus looked at him sharply. \"We don't use that word here. I understand that you have a job to do, Mr. Baker, but I am the master of this house, and you will abide by my rules. Is that clear?\"\n\nLinus nodded slowly. He hadn't expected to be rebuked so severely, especially by someone who exuded calm like the man sitting across from him. He had underestimated Mr. Parnassus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't make that mistake again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I meant no disrespect.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus relaxed again. \"No. I don't think you did. And how could you have known? You don't know him. You don't know us. You have the files, but they only tell you the basics, I'm sure. Mr. Baker, what's written in those files are nothing but bones, and we are more than just our bones, are we not?\" He paused, considering. \"Except for Chauncey, seeing as how he doesn't actually have any bones. Though my point remains the same.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What is he?\" Linus asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, \"Oh dear, that sounds rude. No offense intended. I've never … I've never seen something—someone—like him before.\"\n\n\"I expect not,\" Mr. Parnassus said. He turned his head toward a stack of books to the right, eyes darting down the titles. He seemed to find the one he wanted about halfway down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tapped the spine, forcing the edges out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stack swayed. He pinched the cover of the book between two fingers and pulled quickly. The book came out. The top half of the stack fell neatly in its place. He didn't seem to notice Linus gaping at him as he opened the book on his desk and began to flip through the pages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We aren't exactly sure what Chauncey is, or even really where he came from. A mystery, though I believe— Aha! Here we go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He turned the book toward Linus and tapped on the page.\n\nLinus leaned forward. \"Medusozoa? That's … a jellyfish.\"\n\n\"Correct!\" Mr. Parnassus said brightly. \"And I think that's part of it, at least. He doesn't sting, nor does he carry any kind of poison. There's possibly some sea cucumber in there as well, though it doesn't explain his appendages.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It doesn't explain anything,\" Linus said, feeling rather helpless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where did he come from?\"\n\nMr. Parnassus pulled the book back as he closed it. \"No one knows, Mr. Baker. There are mysteries that may never be solved, no matter how hard we try. And if we spend too long trying to solve them, we may miss what's right in front of us.\"\n\n\"That's not how things work in the real world, Mr. Parnassus,\" Linus said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Everything has an explanation. There is a reason for all things. That's the opening line of RULES AND REGULATIONS for the Department in Charge of Magical Youth.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus arched an eyebrow. \"The world is a weird and wonderful place. Why must we try and explain it all away? For our personal satisfaction?\"\n\n\"Because knowledge is power.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus snorted. \"Ah. Power. Spoken like a true representative of DICOMY. Why am I not surprised you have the rule book memorized? You should know there's a chance that you'll find Chauncey under your bed at one point or another.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That startled Linus. \"What? Why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because for the longest time, before he came here, he was called a monster, even by people who should have known better. He was told the stories of monsters hiding under beds whose calling in life was to frighten others. He thought that was who he was supposed to be. That it was his job to scare people, because it'd been ingrained in his … head that was all he was capable of. It wasn't until he came here that he realized he could be something more.\"\n\n\"So he chose to be a bellhop,\" Linus said numbly.\n\n\"He did. He saw it in a film we watched some months back. And for whatever reason, he was entranced by the idea.\"\n\n\"But he'll never be able to—\" Linus stopped himself before the words could come out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Mr. Parnassus knew exactly what he was going to say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He'll never be able to be a bellhop because what hotel would ever hire one such as him?\"\n\n\"That's not…\" It wasn't what, exactly? Fair? Right? Just? None of those things?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus couldn't be sure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were reasons such laws existed, and while Linus had never understood them, not really, there was nothing he could do about that. Linus knew that people often feared (though he felt that word was coded for something else entirely) what they didn't understand. The Department in Charge of Registration was born from the need to safeguard those who were extraordinary. At the beginning, children had been ripped from their homes and put into schools, though that was something of a misnomer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were all but prisons, and though there were no bars on the windows, DICOMY had been created as a way to placate the cries of those who protested such treatment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And when it became clear that there were many orphans, the caseworkers had been split into two groups: those who dealt with registered families in conjunction with the Department in Charge of Registration, and those who worked with the orphans in the orphanages.\n\nNo, it wasn't very fair at all.\n\n\"It's not,\" Mr. Parnassus said, agreeing with the unspoken words. \"But I allow him to dream of such things because he's a child, and who knows what the future will bring? Change often starts with the smallest of whispers. Like-minded people building it up to a roar. Which brings me back to Sal. Can I be blunt with you, Mr. Baker?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus felt as if he had whiplash." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I would hope for nothing less.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Mr. Parnassus said. \"You scare him.\"\n\nLinus blinked. \"Me? I don't know that I've scared anyone in my life.\"\n\n\"I highly doubt that's true. You work for DICOMY, after all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What does that have to do with—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And it's not necessarily you, as in you specifically. It's what you represent. You're a caseworker, Mr. Baker. While most of the children here have a vague understanding of what that entails, Sal has firsthand experience with people exactly like you. This is his twelfth orphanage.\"\n\nLinus felt his stomach twist. \"Twelfth? That can't be possible! He would—\"\n\n\"He would what?\" Mr. Parnassus asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Be shuttled off into one of the Department-run schools that DICOMY seems to be so fond of these days? It's where the children go after you finish with them, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus started sweating. \"I don't—I don't suppose I can be sure. I … do what is required of my position, and nothing more.\"\n\n\"Nothing more?\" Mr. Parnassus echoed. \"How unfortunate. Have you ever been to one of the schools, Mr. Baker? Ever followed up with any of the children after you've dealt with them?\"\n\n\"It's—that's the job of upper levels. The Supervisors. I'm merely a caseworker.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I highly doubt you're merely anything. Why are you a caseworker? Why have you never gone beyond this job?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because it's what I know,\" Linus said, a line of sweat dripping down his neck. He didn't know how the tables had gotten turned so neatly that he hadn't even noticed. He had to regain control.\n\n\"Aren't you curious?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't be curious.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus looked surprised. \"Why is that?\"\n\n\"It does me no good. Facts, Mr. Parnassus. I deal in facts. Curiosities lead to flights of fancy, and I can't afford to be distracted.\"\n\n\"I can't imagine a life lived in such a way,\" Mr. Parnassus said quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It sounds like no life lived at all.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's good then that I don't need your opinion on the matter,\" Linus snapped.\n\n\"I meant no offense—\"\n\n\"I'm here to ensure that this place is up to code. To review your procedures to see if the Marsyas Orphanage is following guidelines set by DICOMY to ensure the funding provided to you is being used properly—\"\n\nMr. Parnassus snorted. \"Funding? I didn't expect you to have a sense of humor. How delightful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus struggled to keep in control of the conversation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just because you house children of a more … unusual variety, doesn't mean I'll get distracted from the reason I'm here. It's about the children, Mr. Parnassus. And nothing more.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"I can respect that. While we may be unconventional, I expect you'll see that I will do anything to keep them safe. As I said previously, the world is a weird and wonderful place, but that doesn't mean it's not without its teeth. And it will bite you when you least expect it.\"\n\nLinus didn't know what to do with that. \"You don't leave the island. Or, at least, the children don't.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How do you figure?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The van out front. The tires are overgrown with weeds and flowers.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus sat back in his chair again, that strange smile on his face. \"Very observant. Of course, it could be Phee or Talia. They do love growing things. But I suspect you wouldn't believe that.\"\n\n\"No. I wouldn't. Why does it look as if it hadn't been moved in some time?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Surely you traveled through the village.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I—yes. With Ms. Chapelwhite.\" He hesitated. What had she told him as they drove through Marsyas?\n\nThe people of Marsyas don't appreciate our kind.\n\nSprites?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "All magical creatures, Mr. Baker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus nodded, as if he could read Linus's thoughts. \"I can't say that we're unwelcome, but it's intimated that it's best for everyone if we stay where we are. Rumors tend to run rampant, and trying to get in front of them is like trying to beat back a wall of fire upon a dry field of grass. Though, I expect it helps that the government pays the people of the village for their silence as to the existence of this place. It also doesn't hurt that with this stipend comes thinly veiled threats of prosecution. It's easier for everyone if we stay where we are. Fortunately, the island is bigger than it looks and provides what the children need. Ms. Chapelwhite travels into the village for supplies every week or so. They know her, as well as she can be known.\"\n\nLinus's head was swirling. He hadn't known that people were paid to keep their mouths shut, though he supposed it made a twisted sort of sense. \"You don't leave?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mr. Parnassus shrugged. \"I'm happy where I am because they're happy where they are. I suppose we could look about traveling beyond Marsyas and the village, but it hasn't come up. At least not yet. I expect we'll have to deal with it one day.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus shook his head as he picked up the notepad and pencil. \"Sal. He shifts into a dog.\"\n\n\"A Pomeranian, if we're being specific.\"\n\n\"And you say this has been the longest he's been in one place?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Indeed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There are children who aren't classified who aren't that different from him. I met a child who could shift into a deer. Why is he here?\"\n\nMr. Parnassus eyed him warily. \"Because he can pass on his shift with a bite.\"\n\nLinus felt the air whoosh out of his lungs. \"Truly?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He nodded. \"Yes. There was an … incident. At one of his previous orphanages. He was struck by a woman who worked in the kitchens for trying to take an apple. He retaliated in the only way he knew how. She underwent the change the following week.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus thought the room was spinning. \"I've never … I didn't know that was possible. I thought it was genetic.\"\n\n\"I think you'll find the impossible is more accessible here than you were led to believe.\"\n\n\"And Talia?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One of my first. Her family was killed rather tragically when their garden burned. Some thought it was set ablaze on purpose, though no one seemed to care much about that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus winced. He remembered the signs hanging from the buses telling everyone to SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING. \"You speak Gnomish.\"\n\n\"I speak many languages, Mr. Baker. I like learning new things. And it helps bring me closer to my charges.\"\n\n\"And why is she classified?\"\n\n\"Have you ever met a female gnome, Mr. Baker?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No. He hadn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Which was odd, seeing as how he'd never even thought about it before. Linus scribbled on his notepad quickly. \"And then there's Phee.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus chuckled. \"Fiercely independent, she is. She's here because there has never been a sprite so young with so much power. When they tried to rescue her from a most … dire situation, she managed to turn three men into trees. Another, much older sprite was able to turn them back. Eventually. Fortunately for me, Ms. Chapelwhite assists her in ways I cannot. She's taken her under her wing, both figuratively and literally. She's blossomed quite beautifully under Ms. Chapelwhite's tutelage. We're very lucky she offered to assist us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And why did she?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus asked. \"This is her island. Sprites are fiercely territorial. Why did she allow you here at all?\"\n\nMr. Parnassus shrugged again. \"The greater good, I suppose.\"\n\nHe spoke just like a sprite, in vague little circles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus didn't appreciate it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what would that be?\"\n\n\"To see children who aren't wanted by anyone be allowed to prosper. You know as well as I do that the term orphanage is a misnomer, Mr. Baker. No one comes here looking to adopt.\"\n\nNo, he supposed they didn't, seeing as how the Marsyas Orphanage was hidden from most everyone. But did that really matter?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had he known any of the children in an orphanage such as this to be adopted?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't think of a single instance. How had he never noticed that before? \"Theodore?\"\n\n\"Isn't this all in your files, Mr. Baker?\"\n\nNo. It wasn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In fact, Linus thought Mr. Parnassus had been correct when he'd said they were nothing but bones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's best I hear it directly from the source. Nuances can be missed when they are merely words on paper.\"\n\n\"He's not just an animal,\" Mr. Parnassus said.\n\n\"I never said he was.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"No, I don't suppose you did. Forgive me. I've dealt with people like you before. I forget that you're not all the same, even though I don't know quite what to make of you yet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus felt strangely bare." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What you see is what you get with me. This is all I am.\"\n\n\"Oh, I doubt that immensely,\" he said. \"Theodore is … special. I know you know just how rare someone like him is.\"\n\n\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's still a juvenile, though his precise age is unknown. He … thinks differently than the rest of us, and though we understand each other, it's more in abstract thought rather than specifics. Does that make sense?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not in the slightest,\" Linus admitted.\n\n\"You'll see,\" Mr. Parnassus said. \"You're here for an entire month, after all. And I believe that leaves one child left, though I think you did that on purpose. Ms. Chapelwhite says she found you fainted dead away at the mere thought.\"\n\nLinus flushed as he cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was … unexpected.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's a good word to use to describe Lucy, I'm sure.\"\n\n\"Is he…\" Linus hesitated. Then, \"Is it true? Is he the actual Anti—I mean, the son of the Devil?\"\n\n\"I believe he is,\" Mr. Parnassus said, and Linus's breath caught in his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Though the notion of what someone like him is supposed to be is more fiction than fact.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If that's true, then he's supposed to bring about the End of Days!\" Linus exclaimed.\n\n\"He's six years old.\"\n\n\"He proclaimed himself to be hellfire and darkness when he threatened me!\"\n\nMr. Parnassus chuckled. \"It was his way of saying hello. He's got a morbid sense of humor for one so young. It's endearing once you get used to it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus gaped at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus sighed as he leaned forward. \"Look, Mr. Baker. I know it's—a lot to swallow, but I've had Lucy for a year. There were plans to … well. Let's just say this was a last resort. Regardless of his parentage, he is a child. And I refuse to believe that a person's path is set in stone. A person is more than where they come from.\"\n\n\"Than the sum of their parts.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus nodded. \"Yes. Exactly. Lucy might cause fear in the majority of the world, but he doesn't cause it in me. I've seen what he is capable of. Behind the eyes and the demon in his soul, he is charming and witty and terribly smart. I will fight for him as I would for any of my children.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That didn't sit right with Linus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But they're not yours. You're the master of the house, not their father. They are your charges.\"\n\nMr. Parnassus smiled tightly. \"Of course. A slip of the tongue. It's been a long day, and I expect tomorrow will bring much of the same. It's worth it, though.\"\n\n\"Is it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course. I couldn't see myself doing anything different. Can you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're not here to talk about me, Mr. Parnassus,\" Linus pointed out.\n\nHe spread his hands. \"And why is that? You seem to know everything about us. And anything you don't know can be read in what I'm sure is a meticulous file.\"\n\n\"Not everything,\" Linus said, closing his notebook." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For example, there doesn't seem to be much information about you. In fact, your file was rather thin. Why is that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus looked amused again, and Linus wondered what he was missing. \"Shouldn't that be a question for Extremely Upper Management? They're the ones who sent you here.\"\n\nHe was right, of course. It was disconcerting how little information there was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mr. Arthur Parnassus's file told him nothing more than his age and education." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There'd been an odd statement at the end: Mr. Parnassus will be exemplary for the more problematic of children given his capabilities. Linus hadn't known what to make of that, and now, seeing him face to face only left him with more questions. \"I have a feeling they won't tell me much more than they already have.\"\n\n\"In that, I suspect you'd be right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus stood. \"I expect full transparency and your cooperation in this investigation.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus laughed. \"What happened to this being a visit?\"\n\n\"That was your word, sir, not mine. We both know what this is. The only reason DICOMY would have sent me here was if there was cause for concern. And I can see why. You have a powder keg under your roof, one more powerful than should ever exist.\"\n\n\"And he should be found at fault for existing? What choice did he have in the matter?\"\n\nThat felt like a discussion for when Linus had his wits about him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or possibly never. The implications alone made him feel faint again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am here to see if further action should be taken.\"\n\n\"Further action,\" Mr. Parnassus said, frustration slipping into his voice for the first time. \"They have no one, Mr. Baker. No one but me. Do you really think DICOMY would allow someone like Lucy into one of their schools? Think hard before you answer.\"\n\n\"That's neither here nor there,\" Linus said stiffly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mr. Parnassus looked toward the ceiling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course it's not. Because that's what happens after you're done, and that's none of your concern.\" He shook his head. \"If you only knew.\"\n\n\"If there isn't anything amiss, then you have nothing to worry about,\" Linus said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You may think me callous, Mr. Parnassus, but I assure you I do care. I wouldn't be in this position if I didn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I believe that you believe that.\" He looked at Linus again. \"My apologies, Mr. Baker. Yes, you will do your job, one way or another. But I think if you open your eyes, you'll see what's right in front of you rather than what's listed in a file.\"\n\nLinus's skin felt like it was crawling." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nT. J. Klune" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I solemnly swear the contents of this report are accurate and true. I understand per DICOMY guidelines that any discoverable falsehoods will result in censure and could lead to termination.\n\nThis report, and the ones to follow, will contain the observations I've made throughout each week of my investigation.\n\nMarsyas Island and the orphanage herein are not what I expected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It should be noted that the files given to me for this assignment are woefully inadequate, leaving out pertinent facts that I believe could have prepared me for what this investigation will entail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Either parts of the files were missing or they have been redacted. If it's the former, then this is a serious breach of conduct. If it's the latter, my temporary classification level should have negated that. I would recommend a review of protocols for all classified level four assignments in the future, to make sure no other caseworker walks into a situation without the required knowledge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My apologies if this comes across as demanding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I merely believe more should have been provided.\n\nThe Marsyas Orphanage isn't what I thought it would be. The house itself is foreboding, though it appears to be well-maintained. It is large, and the interior is cluttered, although in a way that makes it feel like a lived-in home rather than the sanctuary of a hoarder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aside, of course, from the actual hoard that belongs to the wyvern Theodore, but I have yet to see what that consists of, exactly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The children each have their own rooms. In these first few days, I have seen the interiors of those belonging to the gnome Talia (the walls are adorned with more flowers than appear to be in the entirety of the garden), the sprite Phee (I do believe her bed is actually a tree growing through the floorboards, though for the life of me, I can't figure how that's possible), the … Chauncey (there is standing saltwater on the floor that I'm assured gets swabbed out once a week), and Theodore (he has built a nest in the attic that I was only allowed to see once I gave him another button; since I didn't have a spare, I had to snip one from one of my dress shirts. I assume I will be compensated for this).\n\nI have not seen the room belonging to Sal yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He doesn't trust me, and actually appears to be terrified of me, though through no fault of his own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rarely says a word in my presence, but given his history, I can understand why. A history, I might add, I was not privy to as his file mostly discusses the abilities of his shift (leaving, of course, the most important part out). While this is certainly fascinating, I would suggest that it's not enough. I'm told this is his twelfth orphanage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This information would have allowed me a better understanding upon my arrival." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I haven't seen Lucy's room. I haven't asked. He has offered many times; once, he cornered me and whispered that I wouldn't believe my eyes, but I don't think I'm ready to see it yet. I will make sure to view it before I leave. If it is the last thing I do, my last will and testament has been filed with Human Resources." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If enough of my remains exist, please see that they are cremated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It should be noted that in addition to the children, there is an island sprite called Zoe Chapelwhite. The fact that I was not made aware of her presence until arrival is most unusual. Sprites, as I'm sure you're aware, are highly territorial. I came to an island that is ostensibly hers without an invitation directly from her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would have been well within her rights to deny me entrance, or worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This suggests that either DICOMY wasn't aware of her, or didn't feel the need to make me aware of her existence.\n\nWhich brings me to Mr. Parnassus; his file consisted of a single page that told me nothing of the master of Marsyas Orphanage. This certainly will not do. I know that I can always ask him to tell me about himself, but I would prefer to read about him instead of engaging in conversation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I am here to observe and report." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fact that I must become a conversationalist in addition to my current duties is vexing.\n\nThere is something about him—Mr. Parnassus—that I can't quite put my finger on. He certainly seems capable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The children appear to be happy, possibly even thriving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Parnassus has the uncanny ability to know where the children are at all times and what they're doing, even if they're out of sight. He's unlike anyone else I've met before.\n\nPerhaps speaking to him won't be such a difficult task after all. And I will need to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Because regardless of how happy the children seem to be, the house appears to be on the verge of chaos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Upon my arrival, the children were roaming the grounds of the island. I'm told they are allowed to foster their own pursuits for a time each day, but it seems … unwise to allow these specific children to be unsupervised for any significant amount of time. It's well documented that magical youth are not in complete control of whatever powers they possess, some less than others.\n\nThat being said, I understand the need for secrecy here, given who these children are." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I must admit that it might be a bit overblown." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Regardless of their backgrounds, they are just children, after all.\n\nHow problematic could they possibly be with the guidelines set forth in RULES AND REGULATIONS?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walking on the beach in loafers was not something Linus enjoyed. He gave brief thought to removing them and his socks and letting his toes dig into the sand, but it fell away when he saw what was waiting for them on the beach.\n\nIt was hastily built, the raft. It consisted of four planks of wood tied together with thick, yellow twine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a small mast, upon which fluttered what appeared to be a flag." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it?\" Linus asked, taking a step toward it, feet sinking into the wet sand. \"Is there someone else on the island? That's not big enough for a man or woman. Is it a child?\"\n\nMs. Chapelwhite shook her head grimly. \"No. It was sent here from the village. Someone launched it from their boat. I'm sure they intended it to reach the docks like the last one, but the tide brought it here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Like the last one?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus asked, perplexed. \"How many have there been?\"\n\n\"This is the third.\"\n\n\"Why on earth would anyone— Oh. Oh dear.\"\n\nMs. Chapelwhite had unfurled the parchment attached to the mast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In blocky lettering were the words: LEAVE." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "WE DON'T WANT YOUR KIND HERE.\n\n\"I haven't told Mr. Parnassus about them,\" she said quietly. \"But it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't somehow know already. He's … observant.\"\n\n\"And this is directed toward whom? The children? Mr. Parnassus? You?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All of us, I think, though I've been here far longer than the others.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She let the flag drop back against the mast. \"And they would know better if it was just me.\"\n\nHis brow furrowed at that chilling sentiment. \"Why would anyone do such a thing? They're just children. Yes, they are … different than most, but that shouldn't matter.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It shouldn't,\" she agreed, taking a step back, wiping her hands as if they were dirty from touching the parchment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But it does. I told you about the village, Mr. Baker. And you asked me why they are the way they are.\"\n\n\"And you danced around answering my question, if I recall.\"\n\nHer mouth was a thin line. Her wings were sparkling in the sunlight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're not a stupid man. That much is clear. They are the way they are because we're different. Even you asked me if I was registered only minutes after we met.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is abuse,\" Linus said stiffly, trying to ignore the pointed jab. \"Plain and simple. Maybe the people of the village don't know exactly who inhabits this island, and that's probably for the best. But regardless of that fact, no one deserves to be made to feel lesser than they are.\" He frowned. \"Especially if the government pays them for their silence. That has to be a breach of some sort of contract.\"\n\n\"It's not only this village, Mr. Baker. Just because you don't experience prejudice in your everyday doesn't stop it from existing for the rest of us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING, the sign on the bus had read." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And everywhere, really, wasn't it? More and more lately. On buses. In newspapers. Billboards. Radio ads." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why, he'd even seen the words printed on a grocery bag of all places." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" he said slowly. \"I don't suppose it does.\"\n\nShe looked at him, the flowers in her hair appearing as if they were in bloom. He thought they actually were." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And yet these children are separated from their peers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For the safety of others, of course—\"\n\n\"Or for their own safety.\"\n\n\"Isn't that the same thing?\"\n\nShe shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. And I think you know that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't know what to say in response, so he said nothing at all.\n\nMs. Chapelwhite sighed. \"I wanted you to see it for yourself. So you knew more than what was in those files of yours. The children don't know, and it's best to keep it that way.\"\n\n\"Do you know who sent it?\"\n\n\"No.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And Mr. Parnassus?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shrugged.\n\nHe glanced around, suddenly nervous. \"Do you think they're in danger? Could someone come to the island and attempt to cause harm?\" The very thought caused his stomach to clench." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wouldn't do. Violence against any child was wrong, no matter what they were capable of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd seen a master of an orphanage strike a boy in the face once, just because the boy had managed to change a piece of fruit to ice. That orphanage had been shut down almost immediately, and the master charged.\n\nHe'd gotten away with a slap on the wrist.\n\nLinus didn't know what had happened to the boy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smile that grew on Ms. Chapelwhite's face held no humor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In fact, Linus thought, it looked almost feral. \"They wouldn't dare,\" she said, showing far too many teeth. \"The moment they stepped onto my island with the intention of hurting someone in that house, it would be the last thing they'd do.\"\n\nHe believed her. He thought hard for a moment, and then said, \"Perhaps we should send a message in response.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She cocked her head at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wouldn't that be against your rules and regulations?\"\n\nHe couldn't meet her knowing gaze. \"I don't believe there's a subparagraph for a situation like this.\"\n\n\"What do you have in mind?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're an island sprite.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your observational skills are astounding.\"\n\nHe snorted. \"Which means you control the currents around your island, correct? And the wind.\"\n\n\"You seem to know an awful lot about magical creatures, Mr. Baker.\"\n\n\"I'm very good at what I do,\" he said primly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled his pencil from his pocket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hold the parchment out for me, would you?\"\n\nShe hesitated briefly before doing just that.\n\nIt took him a few minutes. He had to go over each letter multiple times to make his words clear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time he finished, Ms. Chapelwhite's smile had softened, and it was perhaps the most sincere expression he'd seen since he'd met her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't think you capable of such a thing, Mr. Baker,\" she said, sounding gleeful.\n\n\"I didn't either,\" he muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow. \"It's best if we don't mention this again.\"\n\nHe helped her push the raft back into the water, though he thought she was just humoring him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She most likely didn't need his assistance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time the raft set sail again, parchment flapping, his loafers were wet, his socks soaked, and he was breathing heavily.\n\nBut he felt lighter somehow. Like he wasn't paint blending into the wall.\n\nHe felt real." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt present." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost like he could be seen.\n\nThe wind picked up, and the raft sailed away, back toward the mainland in the distance.\n\nHe didn't know if anyone would actually find it, if it would actually make it across the channel.\n\nAnd even if they did find it, they'd probably ignore it." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like T. J. Klune and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 4 sentences, emulating the writing style of T. J. Klune." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The interior of the house appeared to be an extension of what could be found outside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead of a floor, there was exposed earth, the grass forming a thick carpet. Pots filled with flowers hung from the ceiling. Tiny blue crabs and snails with shells of green and gold clung to the walls. The windows were open, and Linus could hear the ocean in the distance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a sound he had grown accustomed to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would miss it when it was time for him to leave.\n\nFood had been spread out for them on a wooden counter. The children held what appeared to be large shells, stacking food high on them. There were sandwiches and potato salad and strawberries so red Linus thought they had to be fake until Theodore bit into one, eyes rolling back in his head in ecstasy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Arthur Parnassus sat in an old chair, hands folded in his lap as he watched with amusement as the children began to gorge themselves, even as Zoe warned them to slow down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Expeditions were hungry work; Linus's stomach was growling too.\n\n\"I'm glad to see you survived,\" Linus said, shifting awkwardly as he stood next to the chair.\n\nArthur tilted his head back to look up at him. \"Quite brave of me, I know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus snorted. \"Indeed. They'll write epic poems about you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I should like that, I think.\"\n\n\"Of course you would.\"\n\nThe corners of Arthur's eyes crinkled. \"Before they descended upon their bounty, I was told you were a good caretaker in my absence.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lucy was probably having one over on you—\"\n\n\"It came from Sal.\"\n\nLinus blinked. \"Come again?\"\n\n\"Sal said you held Talia's hand without her needing to ask. And that you listened to all of them, letting them make their own decisions.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus was flustered. \"It wasn't—I was just going along.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, thank you, regardless. As I'm sure you know, that's quite high praise coming from him.\"\n\nLinus did know. \"He's getting used to me, I guess.\"\n\nArthur shook his head. \"It's not that. It's … He sees things. Perhaps more than the rest of us. The good in people. The bad. He's come across all kinds in his short life. He can see what others cannot.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm just me,\" Linus said, unsure of where this was going." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know how to be anyone but who I already am. This is how I've always been. It's not much, but I do the best I can with what I have.\"\n\nArthur looked at him sadly. He reached out and squeezed Linus's hand briefly before letting go. \"I suppose the best is all one could ask for.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stood, smiling, though his smile wasn't as bright as it usually was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How is the bounty, explorers?\"\n\n\"Good!\" Chauncey said, swallowing an entire sandwich in one bite. It sank down inside of him and began to break apart.\n\n\"It would be better if there were actual treasure,\" Lucy muttered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what if the treasure was the friendships we solidified along the way?\" Arthur asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucy pulled a face. \"That's the worst treasure in the world. They already were my friends. I want rubies.\"\n\nTheodore perked up and chirped a question.\n\n\"No,\" Talia said through a mouthful of potato salad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bits of egg and mustard dotted her beard. \"No rubies.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His wings drooped.\n\n\"But there is pie,\" Zoe said. \"Baked especially for you.\"\n\nLucy sighed. \"If I must.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of T. J. Klune.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of T. J. Klune every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Which, much to his growing consternation, didn't happen. Why he would feel any sort of consternation over such a thing was beyond him, but there it was. Linus was learning that whatever feelings Arthur Parnassus evoked in him were temporary and the result of proximity. Linus didn't have many friends (perhaps, if he was being honest with himself, none at all), and considering Arthur Parnassus a friend was a nice idea, however impractical it might be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They couldn't be friends." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus was here as a caseworker for DICOMY. Arthur was a master of an orphanage. This was an investigation, and getting too familiar with one of the subjects of said investigation wasn't proper. The RULES AND REGULATIONS were clear on that: A caseworker, it read, must remain objective." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Objectivity is of the utmost importance for the health and well-being of the magical youth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They cannot look to depend upon a caseworker, as the caseworker is NOT THEIR FRIEND.\n\nLinus had a job to do, which meant he couldn't sit around hoping to speak to Arthur without little ears around. And while Linus believed the sessions between Arthur and Lucy were fascinating, his time couldn't be spent with just them. There were five other children to consider, and he needed to make sure it didn't look as if he were playing any favorites." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He went with Talia to her garden, listening as she extolled the virtues (the many, many virtues) of working in the dirt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He followed Phee and Zoe into the woods, while Zoe talked about the importance of listening to the earth around them, to the trees and the grass and the birds.\n\nHe listened as Chauncey regaled him with tales of famous bellhops (most of whom Linus believed were fictional) who opened doors and carried luggage and solved crimes such as jewelry theft or brought up trays for room service. He brought out a thick tome (almost the length of the RULES AND REGULATIONS) from underneath his bed, wrapped in plastic to keep it from getting wet. He grunted as he lifted it above his head to show Linus the title, the plastic crinkling: The History of Bellhops Through the Ages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've read it four and a half times,\" he announced proudly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you?\" Linus asked.\n\n\"Oh yes. I have to make sure I know what I'm doing.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\nChauncey blinked slowly, first his right eye, and then the left. \"Why what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why do you wish to become a bellhop?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chauncey grinned. \"Because they get to help people.\"\n\n\"And that's what you want to do?\"\n\nHis smile faded slightly. \"More than anything. I know I'm…\" He clacked his black teeth. \"Different.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus startled. \"No, that's not what I—there's not a single thing wrong with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know,\" Chauncey said. \"Different doesn't mean bad. Arthur says being different is sometimes better than being the same as everyone else.\" He looked at the book clutched in his tentacles. \"When people come to hotels, they're usually tired. They want someone to help them carry their bags. And I'm really good at it. Talia asks me to lift heavy things for her all the time so I can practice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He frowned, looking down at the book." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just because I look the way I do doesn't mean I can't help people. I know some people think I'm scary, but I promise I'm really not.\"\n\n\"Of course you aren't,\" Linus said quietly. He nodded toward the book. \"Go on, then. Let's hear about these bellhops throughout the ages. I believe it will be positively riveting.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chauncey's eyes bounced excitedly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, it is. Did you know that the first use of the word bellhop was in 1897? They're also called porters or bellmen. Isn't that amazing?\"\n\n\"It is,\" Linus said. \"Perhaps the most amazing thing I've ever heard.\"\n\nHe sat with Theodore near his nest (never in, because he didn't want to be bitten), listening to the wyvern chirp as he showed Linus each of his little treasures: a button, a silver coin, another button, a folded up piece of paper with what looked like Sal's handwriting on it (what it said, Linus couldn't tell), yet another button." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he asked them, each of them, if they were happy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If they had any concerns. If anything scared them here on the island.\n\nHe'd asked similar questions before at other orphanages, and he could always tell when the children had been coached to say what they thought he needed to hear. There was always a note of artifice to their bright words of happiness and joy and No, Mr. Baker, absolutely nothing is wrong, and I am filled with joy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't like that here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here, Talia would stare at him suspiciously and demand to know why he was asking and did she need to get her shovel? Here, Phee would laugh and tell him she didn't want to be anywhere else, because these were her trees and her people. Here, Lucy grinned at him and said, Oh yes, Mr. Baker, I would like to go somewhere else, one day, but only if all the others came with him and agreed on his ideas of world domination. Here, Chauncey's eyes would bounce and he'd say he loved the island, but that he did wish there was a hotel here so he could carry luggage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Here, Theodore would stumble over his wings in his excitement at seeing Arthur, even if Arthur had only been gone for a few minutes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And it was here, on the Thursday near the end of the second week, that Sal appeared at a quarter past five on the porch of the guest house, gnawing on his bottom lip.\n\nLinus opened the door after hearing a knock, surprised to find Sal by himself. He leaned out, sure that one of the other children would be there hiding, but no.\n\nIt was just Sal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus quickly schooled his face, not wanting to scare the boy. \"Hello, Sal.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sal's eyes widened, and he took a step back. He glanced over his shoulder, and even though Linus couldn't see him, he was sure Arthur was watching from somewhere. He didn't know how he knew, but Linus was under the impression that not much happened on the island without Arthur knowing.\n\nSal turned back toward Linus and lowered his gaze to the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hands were in fists at his sides, and he was breathing heavily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus was getting worried that something was wrong, but then Calliope walked through Linus's legs and began to rub against Sal. She meowed loudly at him, arching her back, ears twitching.\n\nSal smiled softly down at her and seemed to relax.\n\n\"She's a good cat,\" Linus said quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gives me a bit of trouble every now and then, but nothing I can't handle.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I like cats,\" Sal said, voice barely above a whisper. \"Most times, they don't like me. Because of the dog thing.\"\n\n\"Calliope's a little different. She likes you.\"\n\nSal looked up at him. \"Really?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus shrugged. \"Do you hear the way she's talking to you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sal nodded.\n\n\"I've never heard her do that before. Oh, she purrs like a normal cat, but she never meows. At least not until we got here. And not until she met you.\"\n\nSal looked shocked. \"Wow,\" he said, looking back down at her. \"I wonder why.\"\n\n\"I like to think it's because she's a good judge of character. That perhaps she senses something in you that allows her to speak. Cats are very smart that way. If they sense someone isn't a good person, they tend to avoid them, or even attack them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's never attacked me,\" Sal said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know. She likes you.\"\n\nSal scratched the back of his neck. \"I like her too.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Linus said. \"Because as much as cats can tell about people, you can always judge a person by how they treat animals. If there is cruelty, then that person should be avoided at all costs. If there is kindness, I like to think it's the mark of a good soul.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm kind to animals,\" Sal said, sounding more animated than Linus had ever heard him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And they always seem to like me.\"\n\n\"How about that,\" Linus said, amused. \"I'm so very pleased to hear it.\"\n\nSal flushed and looked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he spoke again, he mumbled something Linus couldn't quite make out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Say that again, please? I didn't hear it.\"\n\nSal took a deep breath and let it out slowly. \"I was wondering if I could show you my room.\"\n\nLinus kept his voice even, though he was more thrilled than he expected to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would like that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hesitated. \"Did anyone put you up to this? Because I don't want you doing something you're not ready for.\"\n\nSal shrugged awkwardly. \"Arthur said before you got here that you'd want to see it, but he's never brought it up again.\"\n\nLinus was relieved. \"And none of the other children—\"\n\nHe shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. I mean, I know you've already seen their rooms, but … they didn't say anything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus wanted to ask why now, but decided to keep that to himself. He didn't need to put more pressure on the boy. \"Then I would be delighted.\"\n\n\"Can Calliope come too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sal asked in a rush." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If that's okay. I don't want to cause trouble for anyone—\"\n\nLinus held up a hand. \"Absolutely. Though, we'll leave that up to her. If she follows, which I expect she will, then so be it.\"\n\n\"Okay.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shall we?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sal gnawed on his lip again before nodding tightly.\n\nLinus closed the door to the guest house behind him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus stared down at the letter in the autumn sun for a long time.\n\nSo long, in fact, that he was startled later by a horn honking. He looked up to see Zoe parked in front of him, squinting through the windshield. There were groceries already in sacks in the back seat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had done her shopping and returned, and Linus hadn't moved from the front of the post office." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everything all right?\" she asked as he approached the car.\n\n\"Fine,\" he said. Before he opened the door, he folded the memo and put it back inside the envelope. \"Everything is fine.\" He climbed inside her car. It was so fine, in fact, that he couldn't look at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, he stared straight ahead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Doesn't seem like it is.\"\n\n\"Nothing to worry about,\" he said, over-bright. \"Let's go home, shall we?\"\n\n\"Home,\" she agreed quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pulled away from the curb, and they left the village behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, he said, \"Arthur.\"\n\n\"What about him?\"\n\n\"He's … different.\"\n\nHe felt Zoe glance at him, but he stared resolutely ahead. \"Is he?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think so. And I think you know it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He isn't like anyone else,\" she agreed.\n\n\"Have you known him long?\"\n\n\"Long enough.\"\n\n\"Sprites,\" he muttered. Then, \"He knew about the raft.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hands tighten on the steering wheel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course he did.\"\n\n\"You don't sound surprised.\"\n\n\"No,\" she said slowly. \"I don't suppose I do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waited for her to elaborate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't.\n\nLinus clutched the envelope in his hands. \"What's on the agenda today?\" he asked, trying to dispel the thick tension in the car." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Another adventure like last Saturday? I suppose I could be convinced to put on the costume again. While it wasn't my favorite, I didn't mind it as much as I expected.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Zoe said, hair bouncing in the wind. \"This is the third Saturday of the month.\"\n\n\"Which means?\"\n\nZoe grinned at him, though her smile wasn't as bright as it normally was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Which means a picnic in the garden.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus blinked. \"Oh, that doesn't sound so—\"\n\n\"It's Chauncey's turn to choose the menu. He prefers raw fish. Has some new experimental recipes he's going to try.\"\n\nLinus sighed. \"Of course he is.\" But he found himself fighting a smile, and once they were back on the ferry heading toward the island, even Merle couldn't lower his spirits." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The letter from Extremely Upper Management was the furthest thing from his mind." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hoped there would be no blowfish. He heard they were poisonous." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding 4 sentences." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: T. J. Klune" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mr. Baker:\n\nThank you for your second report. It was thorough, as always, and quite enlightening. The descriptions of the daily lives of the children gave us plenty to consider." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We do have some concerns.\n\nAs you'll recall, we asked previously for a more in-depth look at Arthur Parnassus. And while you did provide that to us, we couldn't help but notice that it appeared to be less … objective than we expected. In fact, the entire report is unlike any other you've written." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You were chosen for this assignment, in part, because of your impartiality." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You were able, even in the face of adversity, to maintain a degree of separation from the children and people you were investigating.\n\nThat doesn't seem to be the case here.\n\nWe would caution you against this, Mr. Baker. People will say and do anything they can in order to appease those in power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's a weapon, and one that is wielded quite deftly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those who aren't immune to such things might find themselves thinking in ways they shouldn't. Your time on Marsyas will end shortly. You will return to the city. You will be given another assignment, and this will occur all over again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shield your heart, Mr. Baker, because that is what they go for first." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You cannot allow yourself to lose sight of what is real here. You must remain objective. As we're sure you're aware, the RULES AND REGULATIONS dictate that any and all relationships formed must remain completely professional. You cannot be seen as being compromised, especially if there is evidence that an orphanage needs to be closed in order to protect the children." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We can, admittedly, say that we may have underestimated how susceptible you might have been to such attentions from someone like Mr. Parnassus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing as how you're unmarried, we can understand how you might be feeling confused or conflicted. To that end, we want to remind you that DICOMY and Extremely Upper Management are here for you. We care about you. Upon your return from the island, we'll require you to attend a psychological evaluation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For your own peace of mind, of course." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The well-being of our caseworkers is of the utmost importance. You are the lifeblood of DICOMY, and without you, there would be no us. There would be no hope for the children. You matter, Mr. Baker." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To assist you in making sure your thoughts are in order and in an effort to be fully transparent, we have enclosed a semi-complete file on Arthur Parnassus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He is, as you'll soon see, not who you think he is. The Marsyas Orphanage is an experiment of sorts. To see if someone of his … demeanor could be in charge of a group of unusual children. To keep them all in one place in order to protect our way of life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The island is well-known to him, seeing as how he grew up there in an orphanage that was once closed down because of him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This report is for your eyes only. It is not to be discussed with anyone else, including Mr. Parnassus. Consider it classified level four.\n\nIn addition, you will find enclosed a key." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: T. J. Klune" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And what a party it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was food—so much so that Linus thought the table would collapse under the weight of it. There was roast and hot rolls and salad with cucumbers that crunched between their teeth. There was cake and pie and bowls of tart raspberries they could dip in cream.\n\nAnd music! All kinds of music." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a record player sitting on the counter, and the day the music died was bright and loud with Ritchie and Buddy and the Big Bopper singing from beyond." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucy was in charge, and he never failed to disappoint.\n\nThey laughed on this day. Oh, how they laughed. Even though Linus thought his heart was breaking, he laughed until there were tears in his eyes, until he was sure his sides would split." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the sun began to set and the lanterns grew brighter, they laughed and laughed and laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus was wiping tears away (from amusement, he told himself) when the music changed yet again.\n\nHe recognized it even before Nat King Cole began to sing.\n\nHe looked up to see Arthur Parnassus standing before him, hand outstretched.\n\nThank you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You keep saying that, and I don't know if it's deserved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know you don't believe you do. But I don't say things I don't mean. Life is too short for it. Do you like to dance?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I don't … know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I think I might have two left feet, honestly.\n\nI highly doubt that.\n\nAnd Linus Baker allowed himself to be selfish. Just this once.\n\nHe took Arthur's hand and stood slowly as Nat told him to smile even though his heart was breaking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Arthur pulled him close, and they began to sway back and forth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Smile and maybe tomorrow,\" Arthur whispered in his ear. \"You'll see the sun come shining through for you.\"\n\nLinus lay his head against Arthur's chest. He could feel the heat from him burning from the inside out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They danced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It stretched on for what felt like ages, though Linus knew the song didn't last long. He heard Arthur whispering the words to him. He surprised even himself. Apparently, he didn't have two left feet after all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But, like all things magical, the song eventually came to an end." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The house around them was quiet. Linus blinked as if waking from a dream. He lifted his head. Arthur looked down at him, eyes glittering like fire. Linus stepped back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zoe sat with Phee and Talia in her lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Theodore was perched on Sal's shoulder. Lucy and Chauncey lay pressed against his legs. All of them looked tired. Happy, but tired. Lucy smiled at him, but it broke when he yawned." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other doors were all closed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He touched each of them as he wandered slowly down the hall.\n\nThe only light that was on came from under Sal's door.\n\nHe thought about knocking.\n\nHe didn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused at the top of the stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Took a breath.\n\nAnd then descended.\n\nThere was a whispered argument occurring on the first floor. He hesitated, unsure if he should make his presence known." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't hear what was being said, but he knew it wasn't for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zoe stood at the front door, jabbing Arthur in the chest, her brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed. She looked unhappy. Not quite angry but … something. She stopped when the last step creaked under Linus.\n\nThey looked over at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lucy's asleep,\" he said, scratching the back of his neck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Men,\" Zoe growled. \"Useless, the lot of you.\" She stepped away from Arthur, her expression tight as she glared at Linus. \"Bright and early, then?\"\n\nLinus nodded. \"Train leaves at seven sharp. Merle is expecting us at a quarter after six.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you just have to be on it, don't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He said nothing.\n\n\"Fine,\" she muttered. \"I'll be here. Don't keep me waiting.\" She whirled on her heels and left without saying anything else. She left the door wide open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Arthur stared after her, jaw clenched." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everything all right?\"\n\n\"No, I don't think it is.\"\n\nHis head hurt. \"If you're both worried about my final report, let me assure you that—\"\n\n\"It's not the damn report.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" Linus said slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't sure he'd ever heard Arthur curse before. \"Then what is it?\"\n\nArthur shook his head.\n\n\"Stubborn,\" Linus muttered, and he couldn't help how fond he sounded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't know what else to do, so he did the only thing he could." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He walked toward the door.\n\nHe thought something would happen the moment he was shoulder to shoulder with Arthur. What, he didn't know. But it didn't. He was a coward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good night, then,\" he managed to say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He continued on to the door.\n\nAnd then Arthur said, \"Stay.\"\n\nHe stopped as he closed his eyes. His voice was shaky when he asked, \"What?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stay. Here. With us. Stay here with me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus shook his head. \"You know I can't.\"\n\n\"No, I don't. I don't know that.\"\n\nLinus turned and opened his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Arthur was pale, his mouth in a thin line." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus thought he could see the faint outline of burning wings behind him, but it might have just been a trick of the low light. \"It was always temporary,\" Linus said. \"I don't belong here.\"\n\n\"If you can't belong here, then where can you belong?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have a life,\" Linus said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have a home. I have—\"\n\nA home isn't always the house we live in. It's also the people we choose to surround ourselves with. You may not live on the island, but you can't tell me it's not your home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Your bubble, Mr. Baker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's been popped. Why would you allow it to grow around you again?\n\n\"I have a job to do,\" he finished lamely. \"People are counting on me. Not just—not just here. There are other children who could need me. Who could be in the same position you were in once. Shouldn't I do everything I can to help them?\"\n\nArthur nodded tightly as he glanced away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course. Of course that's what's important. Forgive me. I didn't mean to make it sound like it wasn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he looked at Linus again, his expression was smooth, almost … blank. He bowed slightly. \"Thank you, Linus. For everything. For seeing us for who we really are. You will always be welcome on the island. I know the children will miss you.\" The expression stuttered slightly. \"I know I will miss you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus opened his mouth, but nothing came out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And he despised himself for it. Here was this man, this wonderful man, exposing his heart. Linus had to give him something, no matter how small.\n\nHe tried again. He said, \"If things were—if this were different, I … you have to know, Arthur. You have to. This place. These children. You. If only I could…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Arthur smiled quietly. \"I know. Good night, Linus. And safe travels. Do take care of yourself.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shut the door, leaving Linus standing on the porch in the dark." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with four sentences in the style of T. J. Klune." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Twenty minutes later, the bus came, tires sluicing water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The doors slid open.\n\nLinus was soaked as he stepped onto the bus.\n\n\"Hello,\" he said to the driver.\n\nThe driver grunted in response as Linus struggled to swipe his pass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bus was mostly empty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a man in the back, head pressed against the window, and a woman who eyed Linus suspiciously.\n\nHe took a seat away from them.\n\n\"Almost home,\" he whispered to Calliope.\n\nShe didn't respond." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked out the window as the bus pulled away from the train station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A sign next to the train station caught his eye.\n\nOn it, a family was at a picnic in the park. The sun was shining. They sat on a checkered blanket, and the wicker basket sitting between them was open and overflowing with cheeses and grapes and sandwiches with the crusts cut off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mother was laughing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The father was smiling. The boy and the girl were staring adoringly up at their parents.\n\nAbove them, the sign read: KEEP YOUR FAMILY SAFE! SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING!\n\nLinus looked away." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of T. J. Klune.Produce four sentences using the prose and structure of T. J. Klune every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Later, much later, he sat in his chair, the final report in his lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It still only had one sentence written on it after the introduction.\n\nHe thought it was enough.\n\nHe set it aside.\n\nHe listened to the Big Bopper bopping along." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He drifted, eventually, and disappeared onto an ocean, the waves lapping beneath him, and it felt like home." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately one sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Outside, the rain fell steadily." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like T. J. Klune would" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mr. Baker!\"\n\nHe groaned to himself. Today had been going … Well, it'd been going. He didn't look up as he heard the sounds of heels clicking against the floor, getting closer and closer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A shadow fell on his desk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The typing around him stopped as his coworkers listened in. It was probably the most exciting thing that had happened in the last month.\n\nMs. Jenkins stood above him, the same dour expression on her face. Gunther, of course, stood slightly behind her, his clipboard ever present." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He smiled sickly sweet down at Linus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hello, Ms. Jenkins,\" Linus said dutifully. \"It's nice to see you.\"\n\n\"Yes, I expect it is,\" she said with a sniff. \"You've returned.\"\n\n\"Your observational skills remain unparalleled.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her gaze narrowed. \"Excuse me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He coughed and cleared his throat. \"I said, yes, I have returned.\"\n\n\"From your assignment.\"\n\n\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your secret assignment.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I suppose.\"\n\nThe skin under her left eye twitched. \"Just because Extremely Upper Management did us all a favor and got rid of you for a month doesn't mean things have changed around here.\"\n\n\"I can see that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I expect you to be caught up with all of your work by the end of the week.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Impossible, of course, but she knew that. \"Yes, Ms. Jenkins.\"\n\n\"Your caseload will be returned to you by lunchtime.\"\n\n\"Yes, Ms. Jenkins.\"\n\nShe leaned forward, putting her hands flat on his desk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her nails were painted black." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gunning for a promotion, are you? Think you have what it takes to be a Supervisor?\"\n\nHe laughed. He didn't mean to, but he did.\n\nMs. Jenkins looked scandalized.\n\nGunther's smile fell from his face. He looked shocked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" Linus managed to say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not trying for a promotion. I don't think I'm quite cut out for Supervision.\"\n\n\"For once we agree,\" Ms. Jenkins said nastily. \"I couldn't think of anyone more ill-suited than you. You are lucky you still have a desk to return to. If I had my way, you would … have … had … Mr. Baker! What is that?\"\n\nShe pointed a black fingernail at the photograph." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's mine,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's mine, and I like it.\"\n\n\"It is prohibited,\" she said shrilly. \"Per RULES AND REGULATIONS, caseworkers are not allowed personal effects unless sanctioned by Supervision!\"\n\nLinus looked up at her. \"Then sanction it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took a step back, hand going to her throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gunther scribbled furiously onto his clipboard.\n\n\"What did you say?\" she asked dangerously.\n\n\"Sanction it,\" Linus repeated.\n\n\"I will not. This will go into your permanent file! How dare you speak to me this— Gunther! Demerits! Demerits for Mr. Baker!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gunther's smile returned. \"Of course. How many?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Five! No, ten. Ten demerits!\"\n\nThe caseworkers around them began to whisper fervently.\n\n\"Ten demerits,\" Gunther said, sounding rather gleeful. \"Yes. So wise, Ms. Jenkins. So knowing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That … that thing will be gone by the end of the day,\" Ms. Jenkins said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mark my words, Mr. Baker. If it's not, I will see to it you don't have a job to return to.\"\n\nLinus said nothing.\n\nThat didn't sit well with her. \"Do you understand me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" he said through gritted teeth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes what?\"\n\n\"Yes, Ms. Jenkins.\"\n\nShe sniffed again. \"That's better. Insolence will not be tolerated. I know you've been … wherever for the last month, but the rules have not changed. You would do well to remember that.\"\n\n\"Of course, Ms. Jenkins. Is there anything else I can help you with?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her words seemed to drip poison when she said, \"Yes. There is. You have been summoned. By Extremely Upper Management. Again. Tomorrow. Eight o'clock on the dot. Do not be late. Or do, and save me the trouble.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She whirled around. \"What are you all staring at? Get back to work!\"\n\nThe caseworkers began to type immediately.\n\nMs. Jenkins glared at Linus over her shoulder once more before stalking away, Gunther trailing after her.\n\n\"I wonder who my new desk neighbor will be?\" Mr. Tremblay asked." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took longer this time for Ms. Bubblegum to return." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So long, in fact, that Linus was sure he'd been forgotten about. He wondered if he should leave, but couldn't figure out how to make his feet move. They seemed rooted in place.\n\nMinutes went by. At least twenty of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was about to give in to temptation and peek inside his briefcase at the photograph when the metal gate rattled open." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ms. Bubblegum was frowning. \"They're ready to see you now.\"\n\nLinus nodded.\n\n\"They're … not happy.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of T. J. Klune.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of T. J. Klune.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a T. J. Klune sorta thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ms. Bubblegum didn't speak as she led him past the fountain toward the black door with the gold plate on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She opened it and stepped aside.\n\nHe didn't look at her as he walked through the door. It shut behind him. The lights lit up on the floor, showing him the way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He followed them until they spread into a circle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a podium in the center of the circle. On it sat his report. He swallowed thickly.\n\nLights burst to life above him.\n\nAnd there, staring down from atop the stone wall, was Extremely Upper Management." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman. Jowls. The bespectacled man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Charles Werner.\n\n\"Mr. Baker,\" he said, voice smooth as silk. \"Welcome back.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Linus said, shifting nervously.\n\n\"Your reports have been … well. They've been quite the topic of conversation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Have they?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jowls coughed wetly. \"That's one way to put it.\"\n\n\"You know how I feel about euphemisms,\" the bespectacled man said with a frown.\n\n\"Mr. Baker,\" the woman said. \"Is what you see before you the final report?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Truly?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nShe sat back in her chair. \"Baffling. I find it to be lacking, compared to your other reports. Very lacking, indeed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I believe I got straight to the point,\" Linus countered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Which is, after all, what you asked of me. I made my recommendation after a month of observation. Isn't that why I'm here?\"\n\n\"Careful, Mr. Baker,\" Jowls said, squinting down at him. \"I don't like your tone.\"\n\nLinus bit back a retort, something even a couple of weeks ago he would never have had to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My apologies. I simply—I believe I've done what was required of me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Charles leaned forward. \"Why don't you read it for us? Perhaps hearing it spoken aloud will impress upon us any meaning lost in translation.\"\n\nFine. He would play their games. He'd done it for years, ever the obedient employee. He opened the folder and looked down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I solemnly swear the contents of this report are accurate and—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We know that, Mr. Baker,\" the bespectacled man said rather impatiently. \"All the reports start the same. It never changes for anyone. It's the next part we're most interested in.\"\n\nHe looked up at them. \"You know what it says.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Charles grinned at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Read it, Mr. Baker.\"\n\nLinus did. \"It is my recommendation that the Marsyas Orphanage remain open, and that the children therein continue under the tutelage of Arthur Parnassus.\"\n\nThat was it. That was all he'd written.\n\nHe closed the folder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hmm,\" Charles said. \"I didn't get anything new from that. Anyone else have further insights?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jowls shook his head.\n\nThe bespectacled man sat back in his chair.\n\nThe woman folded her hands in front of her.\n\n\"I thought not,\" Charles said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mr. Baker, perhaps you could expound. What is it that brought you to this conclusion?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My observation of the children and the way they interacted with each other and Arthur Parnassus.\"\n\n\"Vague,\" Jowls said. \"I demand more.\"\n\n\"Why?\" Linus asked. \"What is it you're looking for?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We aren't here to answer your questions, Mr. Baker,\" the woman said sharply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are here to answer ours. Do not forget your—\"\n\n\"My place?\" Linus shook his head. \"How can I, when I'm reminded of it constantly? I have done this job for seventeen years. I have never asked for more. I have never wished for more. I have done everything that has been asked of me without complaint. And here I stand before you, and you are demanding more from me. What more could I possibly have to give?\"\n\n\"The truth,\" the bespectacled man said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The truth about what you—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He slammed his hands on the podium. The sound was sharp and flat as it echoed through the room. \"I have given you the truth. In each of my weekly reports, you've read nothing but the truth. With every assignment I've been sent on, I've only ever been honest, even if it hurt me to do so.\"\n\n\"Objectivity,\" Jowls said. \"As written in the RULES AND REGULATIONS, a caseworker must be object—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know that. And I have been. I remember them. All of them. All of their names. The hundreds of them that I've observed. And I've maintained my distance. I've put up that wall. Can you say the same? What are the names of the children on the island? Without looking down at whatever notes you have, what are their names?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jowls coughed. \"This is ridiculous. Of course we know their names. There's the Antichrist child—\"\n\n\"Don't call him that,\" Linus growled. \"That's not who he is.\"\n\nCharles had a smug grin on his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's Lucy. A rather ridiculous nickname for what he is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And?\" Linus asked. \"The other five?\"\n\nSilence.\n\n\"Talia,\" Linus spat. \"A gnome who loves to garden. She is fierce and funny and brave. She is prickly, but once you get past it, there is a loyalty underneath that will take your breath away. And after all that she has been through, after all that was taken from her, she still finds joy in the smallest of things.\"\n\nThe woman said, \"Mr. Baker, you should—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Phee! The forest sprite. She acts tough and distant, but all she ever wanted was a home. She was found in squalor because her kind had been sectioned off without aid. Did you know that? Did you even read her report? Because I did. Her mother starved to death in front of her. And Phee herself nearly died, and yet when men came to the camp to try and take her from her mother's body, she managed to turn them into trees with the last of her strength. The forests on the island are thick because of her, and she would do anything to protect those she loves. She taught me about roots, and how they can be hidden away, waiting for the right moment to burst through the earth and change the landscape.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Extremely Upper Management remained silent as Linus began to pace.\n\n\"Theodore! A wyvern, one of the few that remain. Did you know he can talk? Do any of you know that? Because I didn't. I'd never been told. None of us had. But he can. Oh, he doesn't speak in English, but he talks just the same. And if you listen long enough, if you give him the time, you will begin to understand him. He is not an animal. He is not a predator. He has complex thoughts and feelings and buttons. So many buttons!\" Linus reached down to his coat pocket and felt the brass button inside, indented from sharp teeth.\n\n\"Chauncey! A … well, no one knows what he is, but it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter because he might be more human than any of us. He's been told his whole life that he is a monster. That he is the thing that hides under beds. That he is a nightmare. That can't be further from the truth. He is a curious little boy who has a dream. And my God, how simple it is. How breathtakingly lovely. He wants to be a bellhop. He wants to work at a hotel and greet people and carry their luggage. That is it. But would any of you allow it? Would any of you give him the opportunity?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They didn't respond." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sal,\" Linus growled. \"Abused and neglected. Shuffled around without a care for his well-being because of what he is capable of. He bit a woman, yes, and turned her, but she hit him. She struck a child. If you raise your hand enough, they will cower. But every now and then, they will strike back because that's all they have left. He is shy. And quiet. And worries about everyone more than he worries about himself. And he writes. Oh Lord, he writes the most beautiful words. They are poetry. They are a symphony. They moved me more than anything else I've ever heard.\"\n\n\"And what of the Anti—what of the last child?\" the woman asked quietly.\n\n\"Lucy,\" Linus said. \"His name is Lucy. And he has spiders in his brain. He dreams of death and fire and destruction, and it tears at him. But do you know what I found? I found a boy, a six-year-old boy who loves going on adventures. Who has the wildest imagination. He dances. He sings. He lives for music, and it moves through him like the blood in his veins.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Regardless of whether or not you like to hear it,\" Jowls said, \"he is still what he is. That can never change.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It can't?\" Linus retorted. \"I refuse to believe that. We are who we are not because of our birthright, but because of what we choose to do in this life. It cannot be boiled down to black and white. Not when there is so much in between. You cannot say something is moral or immoral without understanding the nuances behind it.\"\n\n\"He's immoral,\" the bespectacled man said. \"Maybe he never asked for it, but it is what he is. His lineage demands it. There is a wickedness in him. That is the very definition of immorality.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And who are you to decide that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus asked through gritted teeth. \"Who are you? You've never met him. Morality is relative. Just because you find something abhorrent, doesn't mean it actually is.\"\n\nThe woman frowned. \"Many things are widely accepted as abhorrent. What was it you said he dreams of? Death and fire and destruction? If I recall from your last report, his nightmares were capable of manifesting themselves. Someone could have been hurt.\"\n\n\"They could have,\" Linus agreed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But they weren't. And it wasn't because he wanted to hurt anyone. He's a child who came from darkness. That doesn't have to be who he becomes. And it won't be. Not with who he has around him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would you leave the other children with him?\" Jowls asked. \"In a locked room with no supervision.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Linus said immediately. \"Without hesitation. I would stay in a locked room with him. Because I trust him. Because I know that no matter where he came from, he is more than a title you've given him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what happens when he grows up?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Charles asked. \"What happens when he becomes a man? What if he decides this world isn't what he wants it to be? You know who his father is.\"\n\n\"I do,\" Linus said. \"His father is Arthur Parnassus. And he's the best damn father Lucy has, and as far as I'm concerned, the only one.\"\n\nExtremely Upper Management gasped in unison." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus ignored them. He was just getting started." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what of Arthur? Because I think that's why I'm really here, isn't it? Because of what he is. You have classified these children as a level four threat when by all rights they are just like every other child in the world, magical or not. But it was never about them, was it? It was always about Arthur.\"\n\n\"Careful, Mr. Baker,\" Charles warned. \"I told you once I don't like being disappointed, and you are very close to disappointing me.\"\n\n\"No,\" Linus said. \"I will not be careful. It may not have been by your hand that he suffered, but it was by your ideals. The ideals of DICOMY. Of a registration. Of the prejudice against them. You allow it to fester, you and all the people before you who sat where you do now. You keep them segregated from everyone else because they're different than the rest of us. People fear them because they're taught to. See something, say something. It inspires hatred.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He narrowed his eyes as he stared up at Charles Werner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You think you can control them. You think you can control him. To use him to get what you want. To keep him hidden away with your other dirty little secrets. But you are wrong. All of you are wrong.\"\n\n\"That's quite enough,\" the bespectacled man snapped. \"You are treading on very thin ice, Mr. Baker, and you don't seem to hear it cracking beneath your feet.\"\n\n\"Indeed,\" the woman said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And it certainly doesn't help that we received a report from a concerned citizen about a confrontation between Arthur Parnassus and—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus ground his teeth together. \"Oh, concerned, were they? Tell me. In relaying their concern, did they explain what exactly they were doing at the dock to begin with? What their plans were? Because from what I could see, they were the aggressors. If Arthur Parnassus hadn't intervened, I don't even want to imagine what would've happened. Regardless of what he and the children are or what they can do, no one has the right to bring harm upon them. Unless anyone here thinks otherwise?\"\n\nHe was met with silence.\n\n\"That's what I thought,\" Linus said, putting a hand on top of his final report." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My recommendation stands. The orphanage must remain open. For their sakes. And for yours. I promise you that I will do everything within my power to ensure this happens. You can fire me. You can try and have me censured. But I will not stop. Change starts with the voices of the few. I will be one of those few because they taught me how. And I know that I'm not alone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paused, sucking in a breath. Then, \"Also, speaking of euphemisms, for the love of all that is holy, stop calling them orphanages. That implies something that has never been the case. These are homes. They have always been homes. And some of them haven't been good, which is why I recommended they be closed. But not this one. Never this one. These children don't need a home, because they already have one, whether you like it or not.\"\n\n\"Ah,\" Charles said. \"There it is. The disappointment. How sharp. How profound.\"\n\nLinus shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You told me once you had a vested interest in what I would find. I believed you, then, though I expect it was out of fear more than anything else. I don't believe you now, because you only want to hear what you think you want to hear. Anything else is unsatisfactory in your eyes. I cannot help that. The only thing I can do is show you that the path you've helped set this world upon has gone off course, and hope that you one day come around to seeing it for what it truly is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stared defiantly up at Charles. \"Just because it's not what you expected doesn't mean it's wrong. Things have changed, Mr. Werner, and I know it's for the better. I've changed. And it has nothing to do with you. Whatever you hoped to find in the rubble you left behind on that island makes no difference to me. I know what they've become. I've seen the heart of all of them, and it beats tremendously despite everything they've gone through, either by your hand, or others.\" He was panting by the time he finished, but his head was clear.\n\n\"I think we're done here, Mr. Baker,\" Charles said coolly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I believe we have a clear understanding of where you stand. You were right; your report said it all.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus felt cold, though he was sweating profusely. All the fight seemed to rush out of him, and all that remained was exhaustion. \"I—I just—\"\n\n\"No more,\" the woman said. \"You've … no more. We will consider your recommendation and have a final decision in the coming weeks. Leave, Mr. Baker. Now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He picked up his briefcase." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He heard the picture frame rattle inside. He glanced back up at Extremely Upper Management before he turned and fled." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like T. J. Klune would" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She ran ahead, Calliope chasing after her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus took a moment to breathe in the scents of the garden around him. He listened to the waves. If he had any doubts before this moment, they were gone now. He just hoped the others would feel the same." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He left the garden, rounding the side of the house. He stopped when he saw what waited for him.\n\nThey had gathered in the front of the house. Zoe looked exasperated at the sight of him, shaking her head fondly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Phee was glaring at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hoped she wouldn't turn him into a tree. Or, if she did, at least that it wouldn't be an apple tree. He didn't like the idea of them eating him when he blossomed.\n\nChauncey was fidgeting nervously, as if he wanted to hurry toward Linus, but knew his loyalties lay with those around him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sal stood with his arms across his chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Theodore was sitting on his shoulder, head cocked.\n\nTalia was wiping her eyes and muttering in Gnomish. Linus thought he heard her say that she'd have to widen his grave seeing as how he was still rotund.\n\nAnd Lucy, of course." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucy, who stood in front of them all, a strange expression on his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus wondered if he was about to be hugged, or if his blood was going to start to boil, causing his organs to cook within him. It could really go either way.\n\nArthur stood behind them, and though his face was blank and his hands were clasped behind his back, Linus knew he was wary, he could see it in the stiff set of his shoulders. The fact that Linus had played a part in this made him feel ill. Arthur should never be so unsure. Not about this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Linus kept his distance, though Calliope seemed to have no such problem." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was meowing quite loudly as she rubbed against Sal's legs, as talkative as she'd been since they'd left the island.\n\nHow could he have been so foolish? How could he have ever thought he could leave this place? It was color, bright and warm, and his heart felt like it was finally beating again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't realized he'd left it behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He should have known. He should have realized.\n\n\"Hello,\" he said quietly. \"It's nice to see you all again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They didn't speak, though Chauncey twitched, eyes bouncing excitedly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus cleared his throat. \"I don't expect you to understand. I don't know that I do. I've made mistakes, some bigger than others. But I…\" He took a deep breath. \"I heard something once. Something important, though I don't think I knew just how important it actually was. A very wise person stood up in front of others, and though he was very nervous, he said the most profoundly beautiful thing I've ever heard.\" Linus tried to smile, and it cracked right down the middle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He said, \"I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They're a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sal's eyes widened.\n\n\"It stuck with me,\" Linus continued. \"Because of how important it is. How important all of you are.\" His voice broke, and he shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There is nothing to fear from the Department in Charge of Magical Youth. This place is your home, and your home it shall remain. You can stay here, as long as you wish. And if I have my way, others like you will know the same peace.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Talia and Phee gasped. Chauncey's mouth dropped open. Lucy grinned as Theodore spread his wings and gave a little roar of excitement. Sal dropped his arms, sagging in relief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zoe tilted her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arthur stayed as he was.\n\nIt wasn't enough. Linus knew that.\n\nSo he gave everything he had left. \"I think you're lovely. All of you. And though I've lived in a world where you didn't exist for most of my life, I don't believe that's a world I can be in any longer. It started with the sun, and it was warm. And then came the sea, and it was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It was followed by this place, this island so mysterious and wonderful. But it was you who gave me peace and joy like I've never had before. You gave me a voice and a purpose. Nothing would have changed if it hadn't been for all of you. I believe they've listened to me, but the only reason I knew what to say at all was because of what you taught me. We're not alone. We never have been. We have each other. If I were to leave again, I would wish I were here. I don't want to wish anymore. If you'll have me, I would like to stay. For always.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Silence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, wondering if he should say more.\n\n\"Excuse us for a moment, Mr. Baker,\" Lucy said. He turned toward the others and beckoned them close. The children bowed their heads as they began to whisper furiously." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zoe covered a laugh with the back of her hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arthur never looked away from Linus.\n\nLinus knew it was impolite to try and listen in on a meeting he was not part of. That, however, didn't stop him from trying. Unfortunately, the children didn't seem to care that he was most likely about to have a heart attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He watched as they held their congress." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At one point, Lucy drew a finger across his neck, eyes rolling back in his head, tongue hanging out. Talia nodded in agreement. Linus thought Chauncey said something about feeding the cannibals, but he might have misheard. Theodore snapped his jaws." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Phee glared at Linus over her shoulder before turning back to the others." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sal muttered something under his breath, and the children gazed up at him adoringly.\n\n\"So, we're in agreement, then?\" Lucy asked.\n\nThe children nodded.\n\nThey turned back toward him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Lucy who spoke for them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does anyone else know you're here?\"\n\nLinus shook his head.\n\n\"So we could kill you, and no one would be the wiser.\"\n\n\"Yes, though I would like to avoid that if at all possible.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course you would,\" Lucy said. \"We have conditions.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I would expect nothing less.\"\n\nTalia said, \"You have to help me in the spring in my garden and do exactly what I say.\"\n\nThere was no hesitation. \"Yes.\"\n\nPhee said, \"You have to spend one day a month with me and Zoe in the woods.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chauncey said, \"You have to let me do your laundry!\"\n\nOh, how his heart felt like it would burst. \"If that's what you want.\"\n\n\"And you have to tip me!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Theodore chirped and clicked, head bouncing up and down.\n\n\"Every single button I can find,\" Linus agreed.\n\nSal said, \"You have to let us call you Linus.\"\n\nHis eyes stung. \"I would love nothing more.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucy grinned devilishly. \"And you have to dance with me, and when I have bad dreams, you have to come and tell me everything will be okay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. Yes. Yes to all of it. To any of it. For you, I would do anything.\"\n\nLucy's smile faded. He looked so young. \"Why did you leave in the first place?\"\n\nLinus hung his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sometimes, you don't know what you have until it's no longer there. And I needed to be your voice. So those far away would hear you for all that you are.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Children,\" Arthur said, speaking for the first time. \"Would you please go inside and help Zoe with dinner? I need to have a word with Mr. Baker.\"\n\nThey complained immediately.\n\n\"Now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucy threw up his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know why you don't just kiss him and get it over with. Adults are so dumb.\"\n\nZoe choked on a laugh. \"Come on. Let's leave the dumb adults to it. We absolutely will go inside and start dinner and not watch them through the windows.\"\n\n\"Ooh,\" Talia said. \"I get it. Yes, let's go watch—I mean, make dinner.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They hurried up the steps to the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sal glanced back at them before closing the door behind him.\n\nAnd immediately appeared in the window with the others, though they tried unsuccessfully to hide behind the drapes. Even Zoe.\n\nLinus loved them very much.\n\nThe stars were beginning to appear overhead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sky was streaked in orange and pinks and blue, blue, blue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sea birds called. The waves crashed against the rocks.\n\nBut the only thing that mattered at this moment was the man before him. This exquisite man.\n\nLinus waited." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why now?\" Arthur finally asked. He sounded tired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was time,\" Linus said. \"I—I went back, thinking it was the right thing to do. I presented the results of my investigation to Extremely Upper Management.\" He paused, considering. \"Presented might be a euphemism. I was quite stern, if I'm being honest.\"\n\nArthur's lips twitched. \"Were you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't know I had it in me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did you?\"\n\nLinus spread his hands out in front of him. \"Because I … I've seen things. Here. Learned things I didn't know before. It changed me. I didn't know how much until I no longer had it. When I could no longer wake up and walk to the house for breakfast. Or listen to you teach them. Or discuss your ludicrous thoughts on philosophy with you. Or go on adventures on Saturdays wearing ridiculous outfits while being threatened with a grisly death.\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" Arthur said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't seem to have a problem wearing them now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus pulled on his shirt. \"They're growing on me. My point is that I left because I was scared of what could be, not of what already was. I'm not scared anymore.\"\n\nArthur nodded and looked away, jaw tight. \"And the orphanage?\"\n\nLinus shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not … you know, you told me once that the word orphanage is a misnomer. That no one comes looking here to adopt.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I did say that, didn't I?\"\n\n\"You did. And as I told Extremely Upper Management, this isn't an orphanage. It's a home. And that's what it will remain.\"\n\n\"Truly?\"\n\n\"Truly.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what of the others? You said you thought you could help all the others.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus scratched the back of his neck. \"I might have done something … illegal? Stole a few files. Maybe more than a few. I have an idea, though it will take time.\"\n\n\"Why, Linus Baker. I'm utterly surprised at you. Stealing, of all things. It's not proper.\"\n\n\"Yes, well,\" he muttered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I put the entirety of the blame on you lot here. You've corrupted me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus thought he saw a flicker of fire in Arthur's eyes. \"You really did all that?\"\n\n\"Yes. I was frightened, but it was the right thing to do.\" He hesitated. Then, \"I also quit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Arthur looked surprised. \"Why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Linus shrugged. \"Because it wasn't where I belonged.\"\n\n\"Where do you belong, Linus?\"\n\nAnd with the last of his courage, Linus Baker said, \"Here. With you. If you'll have me. Ask me again. Please, I beg you. Ask me to stay again.\"\n\nArthur nodded tightly. He cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was hoarse when he said, \"Linus.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, Arthur?\"\n\n\"Stay. Here. With us. With me.\"\n\nLinus could barely breathe. \"Yes. Always. Yes. For them. For you. For—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was being kissed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hadn't even seen Arthur move. One moment, he thought he was about to break, and the next, his face was cupped in warm hands, and lips were pressed against his own. He felt as if he were on fire, burning from the inside out. He reached up, putting his hands atop Arthur's, holding them in place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He never wanted this moment to end." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For all the love songs he'd ever listened to in his life, he hadn't been prepared for how a moment like this could feel.\n\nArthur pulled away, and began to laugh as Linus frantically kissed his chin and cheeks, his nose and forehead. Arthur dropped his hands and wrapped his arms around Linus, holding him close. Linus could hear the children cheering in the house as they began to sway in the light from a setting sun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" Linus whispered into Arthur's throat, never wanting this moment to end." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arthur held him tighter. \"You silly, delightful man. There is nothing to be sorry for. You fought for us. I could never be angry with you for that. How I cherish you.\"\n\nLinus felt his heart settle in his chest.\n\nAs they continued to sway to a song only they could hear, the sun finally sank below the horizon, and all was right in this tiny little corner of the world.\n\nDon't you wish you were here?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with four sentences, emulating the writing style of Eloise Jarvis McGraw." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two streets away, the girl and her master were nearing home.\n\n\"Goat! Barbarian! Swineherd!\" raged Mara under her breath, in Babylonian. She far preferred to rage in Egyptian, since its heavy gutturals lent themselves perfectly to invective. But she was too wise to indulge her preference at the moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With her arm in her master's harsh grasp, and his other hand reaching for his stick, she confined herself to a tongue he did not know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even so, it was satisfying, since she knew it infuriated Zasha to be reminded that his slave was better educated than himself.\n\n\"Son of three pigs! Know-nothing!\" she spat at him.\n\n\"Cease that babble!\" he roared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They had reached the front courtyard of his house and he gave her a fling that sent her staggering across the paving to land painfully upon the broad stone steps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Crocodile!\" she added.\n\n\"Stop it, I say!\" Zasha had his stick out of his belt now. \"Hai! Unhappy day that I bought you, miserable one! Sister of the serpent you are, always sneaking away from your work to go mischief-making in the square! What have you stolen today? Well? What?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bread,\" Mara answered him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Feed your slaves like humans instead of dogs and they'll not steal.\"\n\n\"Silence!\" bellowed Zasha. He strode across the court and the stick whistled across her bare shoulders. \"Hold that tongue of yours, girl, or I'll have it out! Now, what else? Bread and what else?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Naught else!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stick whistled again. \"The truth!\" Zasha demanded.\n\n\"It is the truth! I took only a loaf or two from a fat baker who had more than he needed.\"\n\n\"Pah, you lie!\" Zasha raised the stick again, and she decided to cringe, knowing that as long as she defied him he would continue to beat her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she shrank against the column he grinned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What, do you fear me then?\"\n\nMara said nothing. Immediately the stick came down with savage force. \"Hai! You shall fear me, though I wear my arm out teaching you!\" All at once he drew back, gulping." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Turn away your eyes, you kheft-maiden! Look away, I say!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His free hand groped for the amulet he wore at his throat, and a mocking smile deepened the corners of Mara's mouth. She knew what the amulet was—an ouzait, a little enameled model of the Sacred Eye of Horus. He had got it from a magician soon after he had bought her from her former master. Zasha was afraid of her blue eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What, do you fear me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she could not help taunting.\n\nShe leaned forward, fastened her eyes upon him, and widened them deliberately. When he stumbled back another pace she laughed aloud—then he was upon her again, his blows falling as fast as his curses, his voice shaking with rage, while she wrapped her arms about her head and endured the punishment.\n\nBoth were too absorbed to notice the stranger, still wrapped from head to toe in his woolen cloak, who had that moment entered the courtyard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stopped just inside the gate, watched the scene impassively a moment, then strode forward and dropped a heavy hand upon Zasha's shoulder, whirling him halfway around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let be,\" he ordered. \"Put away your stick.\"\n\nZasha gasped and blinked. \"By Amon!\" he puffed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who are you to walk into my own courtyard and tell me—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Be quiet, fool. I'm buying this slave of you. How much do you want?\"\n\nThe jewel trader gaped. Then he straightened, massaging his hands craftily. \"She's a valuable property,\" he grunted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've said naught about selling. What makes you think I'd part with a girl like this? Look at her—young, strong, quick as a cat. She's no common drudge, but can read and write, and she speaks Babylonian as well as our own tongue. Moreover she eats little and is docile as a— Stand up, you!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he hissed angrily at Mara. \"Smile!\"\n\nMara stayed where she was, merely regarding him scornfully. The stranger's laugh was brief and not altogether amused. \"Yes, I see how docile she is! Come, cease this chatter, fellow. Name your price or you'll have to take what you get.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not so fast,\" retorted Zasha." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who are you? I'll not sell until I know with whom I'm doing business. I'll not sell at all unless I get my price.\"\n\nThe stranger growled impatiently, brushed past the bridling jewel merchant, and, leaning down, seized Mara's wrist and pulled her to her feet. \"You'll sell, right enough! I'm here to buy a clever slave and this is the one I want. Name your price or I'll simply take her.\"\n\n\"In whose name?\" shouted Zasha." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In the queen's name.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stranger reached inside his cloak and brought out a purse, which he flung contemptuously at Zasha's feet. Then he led Mara out of the courtyard without another word, leaving the merchant white faced and staring behind him.\n\nThe whole thing had happened so fast that Mara felt giddy. In astonished silence she followed her new owner through the crooked streets, stealing curious glances at what she could see of his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he was an eye, a jutting nose, and a length of white wool, nothing more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shrugged and gave it up. No doubt he would show himself in time. Meanwhile—she felt a glorious lightness grow within her at the thought—meanwhile, she was rid of Zasha! Of all the masters she had had, he was the worst." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Perhaps this new one would feed her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her hand went to her sash, where a few of the honey cakes were still tucked away safe. She frowned. She had meant to give one to Teta, poor soul, who would now have to iron those hateful shentis still lying neglected in their basket. It was too bad. She had never resented Teta's scolding, knowing that most of her ill temper stemmed from hunger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No matter, Mara thought, and her face cleared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Teta is gone from your life as others have come and gone, and their fate is no concern of yours. Look after yourself, my girl! Nobody else will.\n\nAfter some minutes of walking they came to an inn surrounded by a high mud-brick wall. The man turned through the gate, ignored the lower-floor entrance, and led the way up a flight of stairs set against the outside of the building." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they reached the room at the top he secured the door and turned to face Mara, throwing off his cloak at last." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had to make an effort to conceal her surprise. He was dressed in the finest linen, with arm bands of chased gold and a broad jeweled collar of remarkable beauty. A man of great wealth! But his face filled her with misgivings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was cold and stony as the Sphinx itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your name, girl?\"\n\n\"Mara. Daughter of Nobody and his wife Nothing.\"\n\nHis granite face showed no flicker of expression, but his voice grew icy. \"Take care! Wit becomes impudence in a slave's mouth.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sat down in the room's one chair and regarded her impassively." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I watched you in the marketplace. You are both daring and unscrupulous, and you think fast. I have been looking for a person with those particular characteristics. Also I noticed you speak Babylonian. I presume your command of the language goes somewhat beyond mere invective?\"\n\n\"I speak the tongue well,\" murmured the girl. This conversation astonished her even more than the suddenness of her sale. She could not imagine its purpose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good. Now look you. I have bought you for no ordinary purpose, as you may be guessing. I have a very special duty for you. But\"—he leaned forward to emphasize his words—\"it is so dangerous a duty that I will give you free choice whether or not you will attempt it. If your choice be 'nay,' you have only to say so, and I will sell you at once to some other master. I've no need for more household slaves.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And if my choice be aye?\"\n\n\"It may bring you sudden death, or worse. But you will find the danger has its compensations. So long as you obey my orders you will be quite free from the usual slave's life, and if you carry them out successfully, I will free you altogether.\"\n\nMara gripped the edge of the table that separated them. There was no hesitation in her mind, but it took a moment to control the wild excitement that filled her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye! My choice is aye!\" she whispered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Think well. You may be choosing destruction.\"\n\n\"No matter! I would rather be dead than a slave!\"\n\nHe gave a faint smile. \"So I thought. Now listen closely. One reason I picked you is that you have the appearance of a girl of the upper classes—or you would have if your hair were clipped and dressed and your rags exchanged for decent clothing. If these things were done, do you think you could live up to your fine garments?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why, yes, I suppose I could act the part of a human being.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He chose to ignore the sarcasm. \"So be it. As you heard, I bought you in the queen's name. You will serve the queen as well as myself, though no one will know this. No one will realize you are a purchased slave at all, for you will masquerade as a free maiden, the daughter of a priest of Abydos, now dead. If anyone should find out differently, you will die at once. Do you understand thus far?\"\n\nMara tingled with fresh astonishment. His eyes were cold, his mouth implacable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He meant exactly what he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand,\" she said slowly. \"What service am I to do?\"\n\n\"A princess of Canaan, one Inanni, is on her way to Thebes at this moment to become the wife of the young pretender Thutmose. She has her own train of servants and waiting women, but she will need an interpreter.\" The man leaned forward, jabbing his finger at Mara." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are to be that interpreter. You will go at once to the city of Abydos, where the princess is spending a week in the usual ceremonies of purification. You will seek out an Egyptian called Saankh-Wen, who is in charge of the ships, and give him this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He drew from his girdle a tiny green scarab, inscribed with the name of Hatshepsut. Mara took it in a hand cold with excitement. So far this man had not really told her anything. What was behind all these strange instructions?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The clothes? The hair?\" she murmured." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Saankh-Wen will arrange for all that,\" returned her master, gesturing impatiently. \"When you leave Abydos attached as interpreter to Inanni's train, you will be suitably adorned, and entirely above suspicion of any kind. Now.\"\n\nHe paused, fixing her with narrowed eyes, and Mara stiffened.\n\n\"Once in Thebes,\" the man went on softly, \"you will accompany the princess to her quarters in the palace and remain there for an indefinite period. You will be present at all her interviews with the king, naturally, since she does not speak a word of our language, and he will not deign to speak hers. Keep your ears open. Listen to whatever goes on between the king and those who surround him—his servants, his scribes, his musicians. I want to know which of these people carries his orders to others outside the palace walls. Somehow he is sending and receiving messages. I want to know how.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara stared at him, breathing hard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In short, I am a spy.\"\n\n\"Exactly. If you are as clever as I think you are, you should have no trouble obtaining this information. If you succeed, you will not be dissatisfied with your reward. But if you fail, whether by accident or design—\"\n\nHe did not finish the sentence. He did not need to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was smiling in a way that sent a little trickle of fear down Mara's spine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took a deep breath. \"How am I to report to you?\"\n\n\"Leave that to me.\"\n\n\"Is it permitted to know your name?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is not. The less you know, the less you will be tempted to let your wits run away with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man stood up, taking a heavy gold chain from his neck. \"Take this. It will pay your passage to Abydos. Get on the next boat that leaves.\" Again the thin smile. \"Remember I am no stupid baker's apprentice. Should the chain—and you—disappear somehow between here and the wharves it would be... regrettable. Do we understand each other?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perfectly,\" said Mara." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then go. Enjoy your freedom and your fine clothes and your acquaintance with royalty—while you can. It may not last long.\"\n\nHe leaned back, gesturing toward the door, and Mara realized that she was dismissed. She was free, free to walk out that door, make her way unchallenged to the wharf, and set sail for Abydos, Thebes—adventure. No more rags. No more beatings or loaf snatching. No more hunger!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead there would be luxury and royal intrigue and excitement; and once she was in the palace, whatever this man's threats might be, there would be endless opportunities for a girl who knew how to use her wits!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The future opened up before her in a vista radiant with possibilities, each more entrancing than the last. Without knowing it, she laughed aloud for joy.\n\nThe man's dry voice rasped suddenly across her daydreams. \"Be careful, Mara. You are still a slave.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Eloise Jarvis McGraw" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For seven days the Silver Beetle beat her way southward, her sails fat with the breeze off the Great Green—the Mediterranean. On either side of her gently dipping prow the long land of Egypt slipped by like an unwinding scroll, revealing fields and marshes, mud-walled villages, fishermen straining at their nets. Often the high chanting of priests drifted out from shore as a procession filed into some painted temple; the water's soft hiss blended with the occasional scream of a kite far overhead. Green bee-eaters flashed over greener meadows, farmers worked beside the creaking water wheels, and little boys ran shouting along the banks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And always there was the sense of gliding motion, the song of wind in the rigging, the bright, clean air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara wished the voyage would never end. Each morning she woke fresh to the miracle of her freedom; each night she lay in the moonlight speculating about the new life awaiting her in Thebes. Between times there was food in plenty—good food—and long, lazy hours of companionship with the young man she knew only as Sheftu.\n\nThey were much together, for there was small chance to avoid each other in the narrow confines of the ship, even had they wanted to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They strolled the scrubbed deck, watched the crew at work, or lounged side by side on the stacked hides, each busy with his own thoughts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What Sheftu's were Mara would have given much to know. He tended to grow preoccupied, almost remote; now and then she caught him studying her with an expression she could not understand at all. But he could side-step her deftest question with an ease that exasperated as much as it amused her.\n\nShe soon shrugged aside her curiosity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What did it matter?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She liked his company, she loved to lean beside him at the gunwale listening to his stories of the ancient ones, while the sails slapped overhead and the sparkling water threw little gold reflections over his dark face. And when he chose to be alone she could always amuse herself otherwise.\n\nIt was interesting to wonder about the captain, for instance. Mara had known plenty of rivermen in her seventeen years, but never one so nervous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she and Sheftu were together, he was always somewhere in the background, standing about aimlessly or absorbed in unconvincing duties which invariably happened to lead him within watching distance of his passengers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered if he feared they planned to swim ashore with some of his precious cargo. It was curious; he seemed always to be seeking a chance to find Sheftu alone, yet each time such an opportunity arose, he shied off as if he could not make up his mind to seize it.\n\nOne afternoon, to Mara's surprise, he sought her out privately. She was sitting, alone and somewhat sulky, in the shade cast by the cabin amidships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There remained only two days before they reached Abydos, yet Sheftu had elected to spend the morning in solitary preoccupation down by the stern sweeps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Nekonkh strolled toward her to inquire after her health, she answered him almost irritably.\n\n\"I'm well enough, I suppose.\"\n\n\"But somewhat out of temper? Where is that constant companion of yours?\"\n\n\"Ast! He's no company today! He broods, Captain. I wonder what about.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, so do I wonder!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "grunted Nekonkh, so vehemently that it surprised her. He hesitated, glancing at the crew members working here and there around them, then jerked his head toward the cabin. \"Suppose I try your skill at a game of draughts. I've a board and counters in there somewhere.\"\n\n\"As you like.\" Puzzled, Mara followed him into the cabin, which was dim and cool after the glare of sun on deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're well acquainted with Sheftu, Captain? I thought he was a stranger to you, like myself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, he is, he is!\" said Nekonkh hastily—too hastily, she thought. \"Here, which will you have, girl, the red or the black?\"\n\nHe set the game on the table—it was a narrow wooden box on graceful legs, checkered with carved squares on its upper surface, and with a drawer beneath in which the \"dogs\" or counters were stored." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara was busy arranging the red ones on her side of the board when the captain spoke again, his voice gruff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To tell the truth, it's you I wonder about, little one! I trust you know what you're doing, taking up with a chance acquaintance on a riverboat. He may be a rogue.\"\n\nMara looked up in surprise. \"Rogues are nothing new in my life, Captain. But I see no reason to think Sheftu one.\"\n\n\"Don't you, by all the gods! Come, what do you know of him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing,\" she admitted, \"save what he wants me to know. But then he knows nothing of me, either.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, true enough! Nor do I, for that matter. Perhaps it's he I should be warning!\" Irritably Nekonkh shoved a dog into the next square and sat back, scowling out into the sunshine.\n\nNow I've offended him, she thought in amusement. But great Amon! He acts as if I were some sheltered maid who'd never ventured from her father's court!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Automatically she countered his move, wondering what other game he might be playing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been a long day indeed since anyone had troubled about her welfare. That this burly riverman should do so struck her as curious indeed—so curious that she never thought of believing it. Was he going to say what he meant?\n\n\"Your move, Captain,\" she murmured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he only shoved forward another counter without speaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a time the dogs progressed from square to square in silence, but Nekonkh's ill humor wore off as they both became absorbed in the game. He played unimaginatively but well, and he knew the gambits thoroughly. Mara, having had little experience with any game in her slave's life, was forced to use all her wits to counter his moves and at the same time strike out for the other side of the board. In the end it was by sheer audacity that she inveigled his three last dogs into a position where she could capture them all and jump her sole remaining one into the \"royal\" square." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sat back, laughing, as Nekonkh's eyebrows soared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"By all that's sacred!\" he exploded. \"Now how did you trick me into that?\"\n\n\"Trick? I used no trick! Could you think so harsh of me?\"\n\n\"I could and do! Ai, little one, you should have been a general!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nekonkh chuckled as he swept the dogs into their drawer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or perhaps I'm getting old.\"\n\n\"Not so, friend captain,\" said a dry voice behind them. \"That maid's a hard opponent. She plays to win.\"\n\nThey swung around. Sheftu was lounging in the doorway, his arms folded comfortably." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye—well, now, who doesn't?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "muttered Nekonkh. He busied himself putting away the game. Mara rose, on the defensive herself, though she could not have told why. \"How long have you been standing there?\" she demanded.\n\n\"Long enough,\" said Sheftu, \"to make several interesting observations.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Indeed! I suppose I've few secrets left now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, none at all.\"\n\nHe grinned down at her. In spite of herself she felt an overpowering curiosity—which she had no intention of admitting—as to just what those observations had been. Brushing past him, out the cabin door, she strolled across the deck to the port rail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sun, dropping into Libya, had set river and sky aflame, but she was less aware of it than of the fact that he had followed and was leaning on the gunwale beside her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ra dies by fire tonight,\" she commented. \"That's a lovely sky.\"\n\n\"Aye, so it is.\"\n\nHis tone finished that subject." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She groped hastily for another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I vow it's hard to believe another day is ending. Only two more and we'll dock at Abydos. Is it not amazing how—\"\n\n\"Aye, aye, it's amazing. Come, I'm convinced you're quite indifferent to my opinion. Now go ahead and ask me what I was talking about in there.\"\n\nShe whirled to find his face alight with laughter. \"The devil take you! Why do you plague me? What do you want of me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I haven't decided yet,\" he told her imperturbably." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, haven't you! Haven't you indeed? By Set and all his demons, you're a cool one! I'll wager the captain was right—he said you were a rogue!\"\n\nThere was a tiny silence. \"Now that's interesting,\" remarked Sheftu. He was still smiling, but all at once his eyes were dangerous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what else did the captain say?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ast, watch your tongue, my girl! thought Mara. There's something here you don't know about....\n\n\"What else?\" prodded Sheftu.\n\n\"Why—naught else.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waited. His smile had hardened into something so implacable that she felt a tremor of fear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why should he probe so? Perhaps she'd better come out with the whole thing. \"The captain did naught but caution me about stray young men on riverboats. Aside from the fact that he fluttered like a hen with one chick, is there anything startling about that?\"\n\nHe subjected her to that cold scrutiny a moment longer, then slowly relaxed, easing one elbow against the rail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nay, I'm not startled, only interested in the captain's opinion. So he said I was a rogue?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He said you might be.\"\n\n\"Aye, and so I might. Or something even worse.\"\n\nHe seemed amused now, and Mara's self-confidence rushed back, along with her usual impudence. \"Doubtless! You've secrets you don't tell, that's certain. Ai, so be it. Guard your tongue if you will. I'll find you out in time, in spite of it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're sure that's wise?\" he answered lazily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does it matter? I'm sure I mean to try.\"\n\nShe turned away, but he reached out suddenly and spun her back against him. \"Are you quite sure, my—\" He broke off, his eyes traveling over her upturned face. He gave a short laugh and tightened his arms deliberately." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By all the gods! I'd rather kiss than threaten you. I wonder if it wouldn't be more effective.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hai! Conceited pig! You'll do neither! Let me go!\"\n\nShe squirmed violently, but he only laughed and continued to hold her fast. Then his smile faded. \"Look you, my pretty guttersnipe!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he said. \"You're too curious for your own good. Behave yourself, and stay out of my affairs.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Loosing her so suddenly that she half fell against the railing, he turned and strode off down the deck.\n\nAfter a moment of speechless outrage, Mara fled in the other direction. Guttersnipe! Why, that son of seven crocodiles! The rogue, the scoundrel!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd pay him out for this!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She flung herself onto the stack of hides that served her as bed and glared into space. Had she lost her wits completely? How had he managed to tease her, frighten her, make love to her, and snub her, all in the same five minutes? Always she had been able to snap her fingers under the nose of any man! Yet this one—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aye, this one was different." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She scowled, remembering unwillingly the strength of his arms about her. And why hadn't he kissed her, pray? Was she so repulsive? So ill favored? So shrewish?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The devil take him!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An hour later she was still lying there, moodily watching the Silver Beetle's high black prow trace circles against the moon. Guttersnipe! All right, suppose she was. Tomorrow, by Amon, she would have revenge. She would treat him with a smiling indifference he wouldn't be able to break through no matter how hard he tried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She would be gay—aye, charming—but oh, how remote!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the part of wisdom, as well as revenge; if she did not take care, he'd be surprising a real secret out of her!\n\nShe patted the queen's little scarab thoughtfully. How cold his eyes had been as he questioned her about Nekonkh! As if he could toss a girl to the crocodiles without thinking twice about it." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of Eloise Jarvis McGraw spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara found Sheftu's manner next morning just as gay, just as impersonal, and so much more convincing than her own that she was out of sorts before an hour had passed. There was no outdoing him at irony, that was clear. She would have to find some other means of punishing him.\n\nResentfully, she allowed herself to be entertained by his tales of the ancient monuments they passed, which she had to admit were more interesting than anything she had found in Zasha's scrolls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sheftu talked well, and he was in high spirits this morning, which spurred him to new flights in his storytelling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was especially true when he related happenings of more recent years—fables of the present, they seemed to Mara, though he said they were true. Such a one was the story of Queen Hatshepsut's expedition to Godsland, the fabulous country of Punt, which was said to lie far, far south of Egypt across an inland sea. Mara had always thought that land a myth, and told him so.\n\n\"Such a voyage is impossible!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she scoffed. \"There is no such place. You're too credulous!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not so! Would you like proof? Our captain sailed on that journey, and so did this very ship. Ho, there! Nekonkh!\"\n\nAt his hail the burly riverman crossed the deck to regard Sheftu warily.\n\n\"I pray you, Captain, give this maid proof that I'm no liar. She won't believe that the queen's ships sailed to Godsland.\"\n\n\"Hai! That's easy!\" grunted Nekonkh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned to her, then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We found that land, right enough, so far to the south that we all but turned back before we reached it. It lies on a strange sea, and dwarfish little black men live there. We set up the queen's image in their village. And we brought back some of them. Apes, too, and greyhounds, and a live panther for the queen, and myrrh and cinnamon, Khesit wood, ivory, the green gold of Emu— By Amon, we had a cargo that time! Look you, little one, there in the scuppers. Do you see the dark spots? There stood the little incense trees we brought for the queen's temple, watered and tended like babies, each with its ball of earth.\"\n\n\"Trees?\" echoed Mara incredulously. \"You brought back trees?\"\n\n\"Indeed, yes!\" Sheftu broke in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He exchanged an odd glance with the captain, who immediately grew wary again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The trees were the whole purpose of the voyage, Blue-Eyed One. Don't you remember the old tales of Godsland, and the gardens filled with incense trees, terraced down to the sea? The queen's aim was to build such a garden in Thebes for the god Amon. She sent to the end of the world to find what she needed.\"\n\n\"Indeed!\" murmured Mara. She was suddenly less interested in the story than in the strange tension that seemed to have taken hold of Nekonkh.\n\n\"And did the queen build her temple?\" she probed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Most magnificently,\" Sheftu told her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll show you when we reach Thebes.\"\n\n\"But I'm not going to Thebes—not yet.\"\n\nSheftu's black brows arched. But he said only, \"Then you must see it later. It's not difficult to find. The queen has caused a highway to be built—at what cost I wouldn't dare guess—from the river straight across two miles of desert and valley to the temple's first terrace. A great stone avenue it is, lined on each side with sphinxes. And each sphinx has the head of Her Gracious Majesty.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "By this time Mara was convinced the whole conversation was aimed at Nekonkh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was staring fixedly, and she thought angrily, into space.\n\n\"Is it not unusual,\" she ventured, \"that a queen's image appear on a public monument?\"\n\n\"It is most unusual,\" said Sheftu. \"But then these are unusual days in the land of Kemt. Do you know the writings of the ancient prophet Neferrohu, Lotus-Eye? He, too, speaks of unusual times....\" Sheftu lounged against the gunwale, quoting absently, \"'Behold, that which men dreaded now exists. Foes are in the East, and Asiatics descend into Egypt, and no protector hears.... Speech is in men's hearts as a fire; no utterance of the mouth is tolerated...'\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nekonkh turned suddenly and made a stiff little bow to the young man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A word with you, friend, when time permits—in my cabin,\" he jerked out, and walked away abruptly.\n\nSheftu straightened, satisfaction on his dark face. \"Excuse me,\" he murmured. \"I must leave you now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he, too, strode toward the cabin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Both men disappeared under its barrel-shaped roof.\n\nSo! The captain had at last been goaded into that private conversation. For a moment Mara leaned against the gunwale, drumming absently on it with her fingertips. Then she strolled idly down the deck, yawning and blinking as if overcome by drowsiness, stopping now and then to watch the oarsmen or stare up at the taut curve of the sail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she reached the bales of wool stacked behind the cabin she paused, then with the ease of long practice melted into the shadows so casually that not a person on deck could have said where she vanished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stooping low, she moved swiftly between the bales and crouched behind the cabin's rear wall. Within, she could hear the vague murmur of voices. She pressed her ear to the boards.\n\n\"...henchman of the king,\" came Nekonkh's gruff mutter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One of those fools—or heroes—we spoke of on the voyage down. I suspected it then and I'm sure of it now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I meant you to suspect,\" returned Sheftu with a low laugh.\n\n\"Then I'm right!\"\n\n\"Quite right. I'm the leader of the movement, and a close friend of His Most Princely Majesty—though no one knows it but his followers. On the surface I live the life I was born to, that of an arrogant and wealthy lord, devoted to the queen.\"\n\nLord Sheftu! thought Mara, tingling with astonishment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like an echo came Nekonkh's whispered exclamation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lord Sheftu! Then you must be the son of Lord Menkau, Friend of Pharaoh and the richest man in Egypt—the great Menkau who died only last flood time and was entombed in the Royal Valley itself....\"\n\n\"Right again. I am in the full confidence of the queen. It's most convenient. Even more convenient is the stream of gold and silver that pours into my hands from the palace treasury. Aye, Her Majesty distributes bribes as lavishly as she does everything else! But my share of them flows in a strange direction.\"\n\n\"To Thutmose?\"\n\n\"Precisely.\" Again the low laugh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hatshepsut's gold buys her own downfall.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Behind the cabin wall, Mara had to choke down her delight. Oh, lucky chance that had drawn her here to listen! This information would be worth a fabulous amount to that new master of hers! How his granite face would come alive when she mentioned the name of Lord Sheftu—when she told him how the queen's gold was being used!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could almost see the thin smile that would curl those thinner lips...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But suddenly she found herself picturing Sheftu's face instead, and the way the little golden river reflections danced across it, and how his arms had felt about her.\n\nDon't play the fool! she warned herself. Nobody matters, nothing matters except freedom and gold! Think you this Sheftu would thank you for holding your tongue? Pah!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd slice it off quick enough, if he thought it could harm him!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Look out for yourself, and let him do likewise!\n\nShe pressed closer to the wall.\n\n\"...one of your allies,\" Nekonkh was urging. \"Surely you have need of a ship and a captain you could trust. I'd pledge my life—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We must all do that. Our lives, our fortunes, our brains—they're all forfeit if ever we hold back for safety's sake. There's no safety anywhere in the Black Land while Hatshepsut rules it! She's like a dagger pointed at Egypt's heart. We must knock it away whatever the cost in lives and gold.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand, I agree! I wish to be one of you!\"\n\n\"You are one of us, Captain,\" returned Sheftu smoothly. \"Had I not been sure of you, you would never have reached Menfe.\"\n\n\"I—I see,\" muttered the other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the other side of the wall, Mara shivered a little, remembering the coldness of Sheftu's eyes yesterday." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man was a fanatic, and therefore dangerous as a cobra. She felt sympathy for Nekonkh.\n\n\"So be it,\" Nekonkh was saying gruffly. \"And the Devourer take me if I ever fail you! What are my orders?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There may be some very soon. For the present, I would know your plans for the next few weeks. Name me the voyages you will make.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was an odd little silence. Mara frowned and leaned closer—then Nekonkh's voice came again. It was louder, but it sounded a little strained.\n\n\"Once in Thebes I'll lay over for five days, while a new cargo is making ready. Then I must deliver the shipment to Heliopolis, taking on timber there which I will bring back to Abydos for the reconstruction of the—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A tiny sound close behind Mara made her whirl around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In an instant she was on her feet, shrinking back against the cabin wall. Not three feet from her, lounging casually against a bale, stood Lord Sheftu.\n\nHe smiled, and a little chill ran up between her shoulder blades. \"Are you not tired of straining your ears?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he inquired mildly. \"Join us inside, you will be able to hear much better.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And to die much faster! thought Mara.\n\nWithout answering, she leaped for the open space between two bales. But quick as she was, he was quicker. Without seeming to disturb his lazy pose, his hand shot out, and fingers like iron bands closed over her wrist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I repeat, join us inside. We crave your company.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Indeed!\" Mara spoke through her teeth, trying in vain to twist away from him. \"I'll wager you do, at that. Let me go!\"\n\n\"You'd gain naught by that. We're on a ship, you know. Just where could you run to?\"\n\n\"Over the side!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave a short laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you forgotten the crocodiles?\"\n\n\"Better them, than you!\"\n\nSheftu's eyebrows rose in mock dismay. \"Is my company so repellent? I thought you were enjoying my conversation. Otherwise I'd not have let you overhear so much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let me? You knew I was listening?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course. You arrived here at about the moment our good captain was telling me his suspicions. Now I think of it, he's still chatting away to empty air in there. Suppose we go tell him he can stop now.\"\n\nSheftu grinned and started out through the bales, Mara's wrist still firm in his grasp. There was nothing to do but follow, as she found after a final struggle. She looked down in despair and real wonder at the hand which held hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was lean and shapely—the hand of an aristocrat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet it had the sinews of a porter's.\n\nAaaah, unlucky day that I laid eyes on this Sheftu! she mourned. May misfortune take the kheft that led me to this ship, of all ships in Menfe's harbor....\n\nThey were free of the stacked bales now, walking the few paces of open deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara gazed hungrily at the sunlight and the green river, the blue, blue sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Never had they seemed so beautiful. She thought of pharaoh's golden palace, the freedom and luxury which might soon have been hers, the unread scrolls in Zasha's Room of Books; and the dim sweet memory of that other room. Soon even memories would be lost to her.\n\nHe is not really cruel, she thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He will do it quickly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They stepped inside the cabin door, and the sun was dimmed. There in the shadows sat Nekonkh, still muttering obediently of cargoes and voyages. He leaped to his feet as they entered.\n\n\"So! The eavesdropper!\" he growled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nay, our guest! How can you be so inhospitable, Captain? Give the maid a stool, she seems pale.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grimly Nekonkh obeyed, and Mara sank down on the leather cushion, swallowing hard. She had never experienced this sort of ruthlessness—the sort that came sheathed in exquisite charm.\n\nSheftu settled one hip comfortably on the plank table and began to swing his leg. \"This is better,\" he approved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I dislike an atmosphere of deceit. It is far better to be frank with one another, don't you agree, Captain?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, my lord,\" said Nekonkh uncertainly.\n\nSheftu spun around to him. \"Never call me lord. I am a scribe, Captain. My life might hang on your remembering that—and yours certainly does! Do you understand?\"\n\nThe sheath had slipped for a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara gripped the sides of her stool, and moisture broke out on her forehead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wished heartily he would kill her and be done with it.\n\n\"Aye, I understand,\" muttered Nekonkh.\n\n\"Good. As I was about to say, we will have no secrets among the three of us. You both know who I am, and what master I serve.\" Sheftu turned again to Mara, smiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And I know—as perhaps you do not, Captain—who this Blue-Eyed One is, and what master she serves.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The words were almost casual, but had the ship suddenly stood on end, Mara could not have been more shocked. She was on her feet without knowing she had moved. \"Master? I have no master! You're talking nonsense.\"\n\n\"What a liar you are,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Half frantic, Mara went over in her mind every detail of her sudden purchase, the walk through the streets with her new master, the conversation behind carefully secured doors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one could possibly have overheard, or guess without overhearing. Was this Sheftu a sorcerer?\n\n\"You're bluffing!\" she spat at him. \"You know naught of me before the day I boarded this ship. How could you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why, it took no particular effort. The knowledge was fairly thrust upon me. I know, I assure you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Prove it!\"\n\nHis smile hardened. \"My dear Mara—I don't have to prove it.\"\n\nAye, he spoke truth. She was trapped and he'd never dare let her leave this ship alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moreover, she was convinced he did know everything." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somewhere, somehow, he had found her out. Her master's cold warning sounded again in her ears: If anyone should find out, you will die at once.\n\n\"So be it,\" she said bitterly. \"But you need not soil your lordly hands with my death. Others will save you the trouble.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nay, I do not hire cutthroats, it is not my way. Though I've no stomach for this day's task, believe me! What a pity, to close forever those lotus-blue eyes.... Sit thee down, maid. Thy face is as white as thy dress.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sank down again, barely able to mutter a sarcastic retort. \"I thank you for your concern! It comes a little late.\"\n\n\"Nay, perhaps not.\" He clasped his hands comfortably about his knee. \"You find yourself in an unenviable situation, Blue-Eyed One. But I must point out that you were warned. I spoke truth yesterday when I said I'd not decided what I wanted of you. Now I have no choice; I must silence you—or use you. I prefer the latter. But since I don't trust you as far as tomorrow, I must have some weapon to hold over your pretty head. Come, now. You'd best do as I say. There's an ugly punishment for a runaway.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Runaway! thought Mara despairingly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If that were all!\n\nIf that were all... was that all he knew?\n\nNekonkh was speaking, his voice more gentle than usual. \"So that's what she is! I wondered a little at her rags, and that gold chain! No doubt she stole it from her master. Why didn't I guess?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why?\" Sheftu laughed shortly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look at her, Captain—there's the reason. Has she anything of the slave about her save those rags? If I'd not actually seen her dragged home to a beating by the stupid oaf who owns her... Look you, Mara. I'll not send you back to him—on one condition.\"\n\n\"What condition?\" she whispered. Her mind was racing. If he thought her merely a runaway—but what of that conversation she had overheard?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Would he dare release her with such information?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He seemed to be ignoring it altogether. What, in Amon's name, could he have in mind? Why didn't he speak?\n\n\"What condition?\" she repeated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That you serve me, instead of Zasha.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheftu got up and began to pace the tiny room. \"But not as a slave, Mara. As an ally. I need someone like you, who is unknown, beyond suspicion—and clever. It is a dangerous task, but you have no choice, as I think I've made clear.\"\n\nMara listened in silence, hardly able to believe what he was saying. For the second time in one week she was being threatened with her life, being maneuvered with almost identical phrases into the position of spy and intriguer—and by two who were deadly enemies, fighting in opposing camps, for opposing causes!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was incredible, but it was true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And suddenly it struck Mara that it was also hilarious.\n\nShe stood up so abruptly that the folding stool she had been sitting on overturned and collapsed. She hastened to right it, struggling meanwhile to gain control of herself. She must not laugh, she must not!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she was hard put to it to hide her elation, the sudden return of all her old brash confidence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheftu knew nothing that could hurt her; whereas she had him as neatly checkmated as if this were a giant's game of draughts. True, he had found out she was a slave. What matter? He did not know her master. And before he found out—long before that—he would be in chains." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He may be clever, she thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, so am I! He may be a great lord and a ruthless one, but he has yet to find out how ruthless a guttersnipe can be!\n\nShe faced him submissively. \"I agree to the condition. You're right, I have no choice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm glad you see that. Our prince needs your courage and your wits. Come, put them to work with mine on this matter. I want you to carry a message to His Highness. To do that you must be introduced somehow into the palace, and I prefer that you stay there if we can possibly arrange it. There will be other messages.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nekonkh, who had remained in the background, an uneasy spectator to the little drama, stirred finally. \"Have you thought of the Canaanite princess, whose ships are now at Abydos? Could not this little one be disguised—\"\n\n\"As a barbarian?\" Sheftu laughed and gestured toward Mara. \"This maiden? Every line of her spells Egypt! No, Captain, I thought of it and discarded the idea. It would be perfect, but—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why as a barbarian?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "murmured Mara demurely. \"I speak Babylonian. Will not the princess need an interpreter?\"\n\n\"An interpreter!\" Sheftu halted his pacing.\n\nNekonkh objected. \"They will have arranged for that already.\"\n\n\"Aye, one is to go aboard at Abydos. But we will change their arrangements! This one is far better—for us—and I believe it can be done. Blue-Eyed One, already you are invaluable! But we need to find you clothing, some woman to dress your hair—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara summoned all her audacity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Leave that to me. Look you—there is a sandal maker in Abydos, an old man I once befriended. I was bound for his house, because I knew he would hide me, perhaps give me a few deben to buy bread and lodging in Thebes. He hates Zasha. I think he would arrange this other, too, perhaps for a price—\"\n\n\"Aye, for a price.\" Sheftu's smile twisted a little. \"Men will do anything—for a price. Tell me more of this one. Does he know how to keep his tongue in leash?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Would I have been willing to trust him myself, if he did not? He has no family, few friends—he's a crusty sort, but he always liked me, and he bears a grudge against Zasha, who cheated him once in trading—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Zasha travels to Abydos to buy his sandals?\"\n\nMara came alert sharply. So Sheftu was not swallowing all this without tasting, as she had thought he was. She had best beware that lazy smile.... \"Zasha once lived in Abydos,\" she answered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"His wife is the daughter of a priest there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then you, too, lived in the Sacred City. In what street was Zasha's villa located?\"\n\n\"The same that runs past the Temple of Osiris,\" said Mara, knowing there must be such a temple, and praying that the street which passed it might also cross the district of finer homes. Evidently it did, for Sheftu made no comment, beyond asking her the old man's name. She invented one hastily, and he nodded as if satisfied, resuming his perch on the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So be it. Buy the garments of him, and buy him, too. You must not be in his debt. Here!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hand went into his girdle, and came out again holding a heavy ring fashioned of electrum, a costly mixture of gold and silver. It was encrusted with tiny garnets and lapis lazuli in a design of lotus flowers. Mara drew a long breath as she took it. Zasha the jewel trader had never handled anything like this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Give him that,\" said Sheftu, \"for his help and his silence. But tell him nothing save that you have fled from Zasha.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand.\" Mara slipped the ring into her own sash, where it nestled against the queen's tiny scarab. Again she struggled with inward mirth.\n\n\"The next problem is installing you as interpreter,\" Sheftu went on. \"That is more difficult. I dare not be seen. Who captains the princess' ship, Nekonkh? Is he Egyptian?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye. One Saankh-Wen. A thick-witted fellow, but—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can he be bought?\"\n\n\"Doubtless.\" Nekonkh rubbed his chin. \"But would he talk later? He's a garrulous sort, especially in his cups.\"\n\nMara was growing impatient, anxious to have done with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once the details were settled, she would be far safer from Sheftu's probing mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As to Saankh-Wen, no problem existed, though she dare not tell them so. Come, use your head! she thought. You must manage this part too....\n\n\"Even in his cups,\" she said, \"would a man talk of his own misdeeds? Perhaps a soft glance and a glib tongue would be of more use here than bribery. If a man is bribed, and feels guilty later, he can blame those who bribed him. But if he is led to substitute one interpreter for another because blandishments sound sweet to his ear—whom can he blame later but himself? He would scarce boast of his own foolishness, would he?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And all men are fools,\" added Sheftu blandly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not you, my friend! thought Mara. Aloud, she said with a shrug, \"This one might be. The captain says he's thick witted.\"\n\n\"Aye,\" growled Nekonkh uneasily. \"But the idea seems chancy....\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps not.\" Sheftu was studying Mara with amusement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This maid understands the arts of blandishment, Captain. I witnessed a little encounter of hers with a baker's boy, back in Menfe, that gave me real pleasure. I believe we can risk it. If it fails, there will still be time to try something else. We'll not leave Abydos until she gives the signal.\"\n\n\"Then all's settled?\" inquired Mara.\n\n\"Aye. Except for the message you are to give the king. Tell him I have—\" Sheftu hesitated, and changed the sentence. \"Tell him the war hawk is coming.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The war hawk is coming? But what does it mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheftu smiled. \"It is the king I wish to enlighten, Blue-Eyed One, not you.\" He got up from the table. \"We'll arrange our signals tomorrow. But now we must separate, or the crew will be marveling at all this tongue wagging.\" He started for the door, but paused before Mara, still smiling faintly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lest you be wondering, it will not be feasible to slip away from me in Abydos, to sell my ring, or to do anything at all save what we have planned. Make no mistake about that. If my prince is endangered, I care not what color eyes I close forever.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He moved past her and out of the cabin. Shaken a little in spite of herself, Mara rose to follow, but Nekonkh stopped her with a touch on her arm. She turned to find him gazing down at her with a troubled frown.\n\n\"He's a hard master, that one,\" he whispered, jerking his head toward Sheftu's retreating figure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I sweated for you, when he sat there swinging his leg and juggling your life about in his two hands. But you should not have eavesdropped!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not afraid of him. He'll do me no harm as long as I'm useful to him. But, Captain—how he must hate the queen and love his prince.\"\n\n\"Aye... but I think he loves Egypt even more. To my notion that's what makes him throw away his gold and his life like this, and use men as if they were tools. That's why he holds a bludgeon over the head of even a friendless maid like you, little one, and turns your wits to his own purpose, and takes chances that could end in murder....\" Nekonkh shook his head. \"Aye, he's reckless, and perhaps mad. But—Amon help me—I think I'd follow him to the River of the Dead and back!\"\n\n\"He may demand it,\" said Mara slowly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She left the cabin, drank in the sun-drenched air and the fresh, clean smell of water and canvas sails and wind—miraculously restored to her again—then sought the privacy of her pile of hides." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All is changed now, she reflected. Yet all is still the same.\n\nTomorrow, when they docked at Abydos, she would proceed with her former plans as if nothing had happened today. But what a difference there was!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She now had knowledge that would buy her freedom from her new master in an instant, and perhaps shower her with gold as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In fact, she had wealth already, in the shape of that jewel-encrusted ring—which of course would never leave her sash. All her dreams were beginning to come true. As for revenge—Osiris! She had that tenfold, a hundredfold....\n\nThen why, she thought, am I not happier?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She moved restlessly on the soft skins, puzzling over the queer flat taste of her triumph." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally she raised herself on one elbow and frowned out across the green and sparkling river, which was struck with fire where the sun's rays touched it.\n\nLord Sheftu. A great nobleman, he was—as far from the likes of her as the very sun up yonder. He must have been amusing himself in truth, these seven days!—seeking her company, flaunting his charming manners, even holding her in his arms a moment. But it was clear what he thought of her. Guttersnipe!" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with four sentences in the style of Eloise Jarvis McGraw." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A sudden hush fell upon the crowd in the huge, colonnaded guardroom, and all heads turned in one direction. Courtiers, priests, glittering ladies, and grouchy ambassadors fell back silently to make room for the procession which had entered from the courtyard at the far end of the hall.\n\nThe chamberlain, tapping his long beribboned wand, paced first. Inanni followed him, with Mara close by her side and the twelve Syrians at her heels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Slowly they moved down the long aisle of watching faces, past all the supercilious, painted eyes and quirking lips, past the arched brows, the murmurs behind hands, the disdainful shrugs—down the whole shining length of the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the worst ordeal Inanni had had to face, and this one she met like a princess. Mara, close beside her, could feel the plump arm quaking under its gaudy, thick draperies. But Inanni held her chin high and kept her eyes unwaveringly on the back of the chamberlain's neck. Perhaps she was thinking of her brothers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was an antechamber to pass through before they stood in front of the tall, bronze doors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here the chamberlain faced them and rattled off a list of instructions concerning court etiquette of which Mara translated only the least confusing. Then, at last, the doors swung open; the chamberlain stepped forward and flung himself on his face, intoning: \"Behold, the majesty of the Black Land! Horus of Gold, Enduring of Kingship, Splendid of Diadems, Ruler of Lower and Upper Egypt, Enduring-of-form-is-Ra, Makere Hatshepsut! May the god live forever!\"\n\nMara, suddenly trembling from head to foot, advanced beside Inanni until they stood inside the room. There, across a stretch of gleaming pavement, stood a raised dais framed by two exquisitely painted columns." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Upon the dais rested a great throne fashioned entirely of shimmering electrum—and on the throne sat a woman so coldly beautiful that it took away the breath to gaze on her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sat stiffly, her glittering dark eyes fixed, her hands holding emblems shining with gold and enamel. Fluted linen, fine as a cobweb, enveloped her like mist; she was weighted with jewels. Upon her flawlessly modeled chin was tied the narrow ceremonial beard denoting kingship, and upon her head rested the heavy red and white double crown of the Two Kingdoms, with the golden cobra curving out over her brow.\n\nWoman or not, there sat the awesome majesty of Egypt, the sun god incarnate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The entire procession fell to its knees; fourteen foreheads, Mara's among them, touched the cold tiles of the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lift up your head, Princess of Syria,\" said Hatshepsut. \"You may approach my majesty.\"\n\nHer voice was high and metallic. Mara felt the glittering eyes upon her even before she raised her own, with an effort, to meet them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pharaoh had not relaxed her godlike rigidity, but she had turned her head, and her scrutiny was so thorough, so impersonal, that it made Mara feel like a bird on a spit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You may speak, Interpreter,\" added the queen impatiently.\n\nMara tried, and failed. In a panic she swallowed, tried again, and this time managed to inform Inanni that she was to rise and walk forward.\n\n\"What shall I say, Mara?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "came the princess' frightened whisper as she reluctantly obeyed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Say it for me, please—\"\n\n\"May Hatshepsut the Glorious—endure forever,\" stammered Mara. \"The princess Inanni presents her respects to your Radiance.\"\n\nThe queen permitted herself a coldly gracious smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then to Mara's infinite relief, the probing eyes were withdrawn from her, and Hatshepsut turned her entire attention to Inanni." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There followed conventional questions as to her comfort, congratulations on the successful voyage, assurances that she need only speak to have anything she desired.\n\nMara was breathing more easily now; the nervous sweat had dried on the palms of her hands, and she had regained the use of her tongue. As she translated the stilted phrases she began to be aware of other people in the room. They were standing all about the walls, motionless as shadows, but here and there the twinkle of gold as a head turned, or the flash of jewels from a lifted hand, gave proof that they were people and not painted images." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And have you had audience with His Highness, your bridegroom?\" inquired Hatshepsut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Scarcely waiting for Inanni's almost inaudible reply, she spoke with a malicious smile to someone standing to her right and slightly behind her, on the dais itself. \"What think you, Count Senmut? Is she not all we expected, and even more?\"\n\nSo that is Count Senmut! thought Mara. Curiously and with awe she studied the most powerful figure in Egypt—a spare, big-shouldered man wearing a twist of amulets about his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The queen seemed ageless, but Senmut's darkly handsome face mirrored all the struggle and scheming of her eighteen years upon the throne." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His smile, faint though it was, carved harsh furrows from his flaring nostrils to the corners of his mouth; his eyes were rapacious.\n\nHe bent to murmur something to the queen, and she laughed. \"Aye, it will be a sight. A pity she will not enjoy it. Interpreter, inform the princess that she may expect to meet her bridegroom very soon.\"\n\nAs Mara obeyed, Hatshepsut lifted a slim hand loaded with rings, and beckoned lazily to someone who stood half hidden in the shadows beside the throne." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next instant every word of Babylonian she knew fled from Mara's mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was Sheftu who stepped forward, with his leopard's grace—but a far, far different Sheftu from the man who had lounged beside her while the sails slapped and the sun sparkled on the river. This one wore royal linen as casually as the other had worn his simple shenti; his dark features were arrogant against a headcloth of woven gold. There was gold on his ankles, his arms, and his long, sinewy fingers, and a blaze of emeralds at his throat. Here was the great noble she had tried, and failed, to picture—a lord of creation, as remote from her as pharaoh herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only the amulet on his left wrist was unchanged, and its curiously knotted flax threads and familiar beads gave her a feeling akin to homesickness, for he who wore it seemed a stranger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, for just an instant, his eyes met hers, and a delicious warmth stole over her. I was wrong, she thought. This is the same who once held me in his arms, though he would not kiss me... the very same, by the beard of Ptah, whose grand rich life I hold in the palm of my guttersnipe's hand this minute!\n\n\"Send word to Thutmose today,\" Hatshepsut was murmuring, \"that he must receive this Syrian at once. You yourself, Lord Sheftu, arrange for the marriage as soon as may be, and we will have done with her. How stupid and vulgar she is in her tasteless wrappings! A fit consort for my surly half brother, think you not? Hai! How I would like to see that meeting—he will grow red in the face, and hurl vases and ornaments to the floor, and pace up and down in his endless pacings, as he always does.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hatshepsut smiled. \"Nevertheless, he will obey me—as he always does.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If her venom enraged Sheftu, he gave no hint of it. His expression was as smoothly controlled as his bow. No more than an inclination of the head was required for his exalted rank, and he bent not a hair lower.\n\n\"Pharaoh's name is glorious,\" he remarked amiably—without specifying, Mara noticed, whether it was Hatshepsut or Thutmose to whom he gave the title." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All shall be as pharaoh desires.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are ever trustworthy, Lord Sheftu.\" Hatshepsut smiled on him, and he smiled winsomely back. \"And now, my lord, if you will provide our fat princess with refreshment...\"\n\nHe made a careless gesture; at once lackeys bearing sweetmeats and garlanded jars of wine converged on Inanni, then passed through the ranks of the courtiers, who obediently came to life, clinking their wine cups with the rigidly correct, stilted movements which made court etiquette a sort of elegant ballet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sheftu turned away and walked—almost sauntered—back to his place, arrogant and assured." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not for him the puppetlike movements of these lesser beings.\n\nMara, still on her knees behind the princess, watched him and admired his daring. Suddenly her eyes riveted on a half-shadowed figure just beyond him. For the second time she felt the shock of a familiar face, but this time the sensation was distinctly unpleasant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For there, grim-faced as the Devourer himself, stood her mysterious new master." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment the man's cold visage held her fascinated. Did he ever change expression? Just so he had looked when he offered her riches and danger back in Menfe. Just so he would still look while he watched the slow death of that gold-decked young renegade beside him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How would they kill Sheftu, once they knew?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could not hope for the mercy of the strangler—not while Hatshepsut and her wily Architect ruled the Black Land. He would more likely meet the torturer's stake. Or perhaps—Mara had a feeling this would please Count Senmut—perhaps they would bow to Sheftu's ultimate destiny and feed him to the crocodiles; those long, sinister brown-green shapes with their pale mouths wide open, waiting. Just one word from her..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I cannot do it!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "was her first thought. But her second was, Aye, you can do it—since you must.\n\nBut was there any need for haste?\n\nThe thought calmed her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be pleasant to stay at the Golden House a little longer, she told herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will not speak quite yet. Later, aye, so be it, but not yet!\n\nAt that a new fear struck her. If she delayed, who knew how the cat might jump?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was possible Hatshepsut had met her match in this clever Sheftu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Given a little time, he might bring his plans to maturity and snatch that gleaming throne and give it to his king. Ai! Then what would happen to the queen's favorites and their gold—and the dreams of the princess Inanni's interpreter?\n\nMara knew only too well. Her only sure safety lay in serving her master." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But as she looked from him to the indolently lounging Lord Sheftu, it was hard to choose...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The solution that sprang into her mind next instant was so simple, so obvious, that she all but laughed aloud. She would not choose! Why make a choice between these two when each thought her his ally, his bonded slave? Why not play both ends against the middle—serve both, meanwhile serving only herself?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, when the cat jumped, she would jump with it!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ah, the opportunities that opened for one who knew how to use her wits!\n\nShe started at the sound of the queen's voice. \"Dismiss the lackeys, Count Senmut. I think this Syrian does not like our wine.\" The servants withdrew, and Hatshepsut spoke again, this time to Mara." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bid the princess farewell. May the gods of Egypt and Syria go with her. And offer her my majesty's felicitations on her coming marriage—which will surely be a joyous one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The voice dripped mockery, and the beautiful lips twisted in a smile remarkably like the one carving furrows on the dark countenance of Count Senmut, behind her. Mara felt her optimism drain away in spite of all she could do, and the sight of the white mask which was Inanni's face lowered her spirits still further. Friendless, homesick, unfortunate princess! Small wonder she had been unable to swallow the wine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inanni managed to stammer out her thanks and farewells, and Mara translated with an effort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hatshepsut nodded, and her smile grew broader; she began to laugh deep in her throat. The sound grew in volume until the chamber was filled with it. Mara found herself remembering the scream of Horus, the royal falcon, as he plummeted down from the sky that morning to seize the lark. Her flesh was creeping as she rose from her knees at last to back slowly toward the door beside the pallid Inanni." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the queen, still laughing, had raised her gold-and-enameled scepter." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The audience was over." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Eloise Jarvis McGraw would" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was nothing of the simple scribe about Lord Sheftu as he sat at breakfast the next morning on the roof loggia of his villa on the Street of Sycamores in western Thebes. He was clad in a dressing gown of royal linen girdled with scarlet leather, and beside his chair was a table of carved Lebanon cedar bearing fruit, bread, cheese, and a lily-twined flagon of milk. A Kushite slave hovered in the background. Beyond the balustrade stretched the ample groves, gardens, and stables of Sheftu's town estate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were extensive, but not so extensive as his ancestral holdings downriver, where acre upon acre of farmland—vineyards, pastures, orchards, grain fields—poured their riches every year into his storerooms and purse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a monthly accounting of those riches that was being read to him now by the old man in an elaborate wig who stood beside the balustrade—Irenamon, majordomo of the entire domain since long before the death of Sheftu's father, Menkau.\n\n\"From your lordship's dairies near the village of Nekheb, thirty pounds of cheese, both white and yellow, and twenty beef for slaughter.\" Irenamon's voice was like the rustling of a dried palm frond. \"In addition, a hundred skins of wine have been brought upriver on your lordship's barge Hour of Sunset, to be stored in your lordship's warehouses in the city of Thebes....\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But his lordship was not thinking of beef or wineskins, nor was he showing much appetite for the array of dainties on the golden platter beside him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While his long fingers crumbled the bread and toyed absently with the fruit, his mind was far away, in the desolate wastes of the Valley of the Tombs of the Kings. In one of the barren gullies of that wilderness was a certain pile of red granite boulders. It looked the same as the other piles tumbled here and there through the valley as if at the whim of a destructive giant. But to Sheftu it was not the same." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Far below it, in vast and silent chambers hollowed out of the living rock, slept the one whose peace he must destroy, whose wealth he must steal, whose ka he must impoverish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dread of it had lain like a stone on his mind since he had dragged that message out of a reluctant Mara. Though he had not let her see it, he hated and feared his task with all his heart. But it was not the crime she thought it, nor was it certain the guardian khefts would rend his soul or even strike him blind. For there was one thing Mara had not known when she stormed and pled with him, and that was the identity of the royal slumberer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was Thutmose I, father of the king—and of Hatshepsut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In life, his arrogant daughter had robbed him of his throne when he was ill and feeble. Would he not willingly be robbed once more, in death, if his gold could overthrow her? The prince had vowed he would, and Sheftu believed. He had to believe. Because otherwise..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sheftu shook away that \"otherwise,\" along with the memory of Mara's predictions as she clung to him in fear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whatever the khefts might do, he had no choice but to descend into the tomb and come out laden. This was the last great gamble he and Thutmose had agreed on long ago, and the time had come to try it. Everything else that could be done was done....\n\n\"...therefore if the grain remained in the warehouses until such time as—I fear your lordship is not listening.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sheftu pulled his attention back to old Irenamon's reproachful voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, aye, tell me that last again, please.\"\n\n\"According to the calculations of our river experts, who are never wrong,\" repeated Irenamon patiently, \"this year's inundation will be a small one, resulting in poor crops and a scarcity of grain in the months to come before Mother Nile again sends her gift to Egypt. Therefore, if a portion of your lordship's wheat still in the warehouses were to remain there, it would command a far greater price next summer in the time of hunger—\"\n\n\"I understand. Save it by all means against the time of hunger, but do not raise the price, Irenamon. The people must eat, whether they can pay or not.\"\n\n\"As your lordship wishes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Irenamon cleared his throat and rustled the papyrus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"However, we—er—sell much grain to the agents of Her Majesty for the palace kitchens....\"\n\nSheftu shot a glance at the blandly innocent old face, and hid a smile. \"Charge what the buyer can pay. I leave it to your discretion.\"\n\nThe old servant bowed and went on with his lists without further comment, but Sheftu knew that a fresh stream of gold from Hatshepsut's treasuries would soon be pouring into his coffers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unless, indeed, the treasuries belonged to Thutmose by next summer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt a tremor of emotion at the thought. After six long years it was hard to believe that the end of all this was approaching. Yet the plans he and Thutmose had made so long ago were almost complete, the work almost finished. Hatshepsut's elaborate structure of power was now like a house set upon columns of sand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Enlisting Khofra to gain control of the Army had further weakened the foundations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There remained only a few lords still stubbornly loyal to the queen, out of fear for their own fortunes and futures. These must be won over, by persuasion—and by gold, the greatest persuader of them all.\n\nSheftu smiled grimly, tossing bread to the pigeons strutting along the balustrade. His regard for his fellow man was not what it had been six years ago." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He no longer believed, even in his heart, that there lived man or woman gold could not buy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only their prices differed. These last cautious ones would cost a pharaoh's fortune, and a pharaoh must supply it—he who slept beneath that pile of boulders in the Valley of the Tombs of the Kings....\n\nHis thoughts had come full circle, for the twentieth time that morning. Sheftu left his chair abruptly, and the pigeons scattered with a drumming of wings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Irenamon stopped reading, then began to roll up his papyrus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My lord wearies of business,\" he said tactfully. \"Indeed, the morning is too fine for it. Hai, when I was your age... Shall I have the boat and the throw-sticks readied to divert you?\"\n\n\"Nay, old friend, I've no time for hunting. But I pray you, let us finish these accounts another time. I must drive to the temple within the hour. Go below and tell the barber to make ready for me.\"\n\nAs the old man turned toward the stairs, Sheftu laid an apologetic hand on his shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Forgive my inattention, Faithful One. I have much on my mind.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Irenamon's face lighted hopefully. \"Indeed! Can it be that—My lord has perhaps met some young lady?\"\n\n\"Young lady?\" With some difficulty Sheftu achieved a careless smile. \"Patience, Irenamon. Someday, I promise thee, my mother's long-empty place at the table will be filled. But at present—Ai, get thee gone, now!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Young lady!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Turning irritably as the majordomo hobbled down the stairs, Sheftu signaled the slave to pour him a cup of milk. But even the lotus twined about the flagon brought to mind two mocking eyes, blue as enamel under slanted brows. Why, in Amon's name, must he think so continually of that waif! For a waif she was—remember the marketplace at Menfe, remember her waking on the boat, a smudge on her face and wild defiance in her pose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet a dozen times a day he found himself thinking of the fluid way she walked, dwelling, fascinated, on some elusive curve of her cheek or throat, becoming preoccupied with the shape of her mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aye, and remembering—far too vividly—the yielding warmth of her in his arms.... Osiris! He had all but made love to her last night in the tavern courtyard, all but forgotten she was an unprincipled little vagabond bound to him only by a threat and a bribe. He must not forget! The maid could worm secrets from the Sphinx himself!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His lordship set the cup down hard and descended the stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The devil! He had talked too much last night, why not admit it? He, Sheftu the Discreet. She knew far more than he had ever intended her to know, yet he'd had to fight the urge to keep talking. Have you not learned, he asked himself caustically, not to trust every maid who weeps on your shoulder?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He walked down a corridor and through a richly furnished sitting room, as blind to their sunny, familiar comfort as he was deaf to the greetings of a couple of house slaves who wished him good morning as he passed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How easy it would have been, there in the moonlight, to throw away all caution, to hold her tight in his arms and whisper that she must not fear; no khefts would harm one who came only to carry the dead king's gifts to his living son—to tell her even the name of the royal slumberer, and the place where he lay—Sheftu went cold at the thought. Had the maid bewitched him, that he would court destruction merely to dry her tears? He must come to his senses! He was acting as witless as that young—that handsome young sentry of hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"...but I fear I misunderstood. Does my lord wish me to return later?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheftu swung around. He was standing in the middle of his own apartments, but had no more recollection of arriving there than he had of the presence of the barber, though the fellow must have spoken before. He collected his wits with some difficulty, cursing Mara and his own befuddled senses.\n\n\"Nay, I want you now, Thoth,\" he muttered, stripping off his dressing gown. \"Prepare your razors at once, I'm in haste.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The feel of the cooling salves and the razor sliding over his chin restored a sense of normality to the day, and he was grateful for the barber's silence, which enabled him to compose himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the fragrance of sandalwood from the last lotion rose on the air, Sheftu stood up, running a hand over his jaw.\n\n\"You are expert as ever, Thoth. Send my dresser in at once, and tell one of the grooms to harness Ebony and Wind-of-Swiftness to my lightest chariot.\"\n\nTen minutes later Lord Sheftu spun out of the courtyard and down the Street of Sycamores toward the river. Plumes tossed above his horses' sleek black heads, the sunlight flashed from his gold collar and from a thousand bits of colored glass set into the spokes of his chariot wheels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Driving off the ferry into the crowded streets of eastern Thebes, he flung a handful of coppers to the expectant throng of waterfront urchins, then turned into the Avenue of Sphinxes, which bisected the city and brought him straight through the tall bronze gates of the Temple of Amon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stepped down, looking for someone to hold the horses. The huge courtyard swarmed with beggars, hurrying priests, white-clad Thebans buying frankincense and temple offerings from the hawkers whose booths lined the walls. Sacrificial fowl squawked and fluttered in their cages, lambs bleated plaintively. The smell of dust, animals, and sacred unguents mingled with the fragrance of a mass of fresh lilies on a flower-seller's stall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Haiii! Rejoice, master!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An old peddler had spotted him, set down his tray of consecrated bread, and hurried forward to catch the horses' reins. Tossing him a few deben, Sheftu made his way through the crowd and into the vast, columned corridors of the temple proper.\n\nHe found the priest he sought in a tiny anteroom off the Shrine of Hathor. Djedet was a calm, portly man with a face like a moon, wearing the leopard skin of the sem rank over his white linen robes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was tying up onions into the hollow, circular bunches proper for the offering table, but at sight of Sheftu he paused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your lordship, rejoice!\" He came forward at once, beckoning a subordinate to take over his task. \"There is some matter in which I may serve you?\"\n\n\"Aye. It concerns the mortuary shrine of my father's tomb. I wish to increase the number of loaves and honey jars left for his ka each month. And in addition—\"\n\n\"A thousand pardons, my lord. Pray come into more comfortable quarters, that I may offer you refreshment. My private chamber will serve...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sheftu followed the solid, stately figure out of the anteroom and down a hall lined with columns so massive they made even Djedet seem fragile as a splinter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once the door of the little room had closed firmly behind them, the priest's impassive manner vanished.\n\n\"Is it the signal? Shall I order the—\"\n\n\"Nay, my friend. The time is not yet. Indeed, the time will never be, unless you and I can perform one last impossibility.\" Sheftu sighed, the heaviness of his dread settling over him again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sit you down, Djedet. I will tell you what we must do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The priest's round face grew graver and graver as he listened. When Sheftu had finished, the little room was silent. Then Djedet rose ponderously and walked to the table, where he stood staring down at a pile of scrolls. \"You have a plan?\" he muttered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye. We will need two diggers—men we can trust to be silent. Ashor can find them. And to ensure their silence, after the task is done I will send them to my farthest estate, to live in luxury—and solitude—until it is safe to loose them. I know a river captain who will arrange all that. As for your part, you must obtain the Royal Seal.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Djedet swung around, eyes bulging. \"But I cannot do that! Only the high priest of the City of the Dead—\"\n\n\"I know. But you must accomplish it somehow. Listen.\"\n\nDjedet listened, his expression changing slowly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He moved back to his chair and sank into it, his face intent, his voice low as he put a question or two." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At last he nodded. \"I think it can be done. Unless the guards at the Valley...\" He chewed his lip a moment, then shrugged heavily. \"Ai, the plan is shot through with danger; but what is not, these days? Better we die, my lord, than Egypt.\" He rose, touching forehead and chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will do my best, and send word. May the gods be with us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Better we die than Egypt, repeated Sheftu to himself as he walked slowly back down the corridor. His eyes moved to the columns rising close-set and massive on either side, stretching up and up until their carvings were lost in the dim reaches far above him. Old beyond memory they were, like Egypt itself, and they would stand unchanged a thousand years more. Aye, and so would Egypt, no matter who had to die!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "One death alone would be enough, thought Sheftu grimly—that of a bejeweled and willful queen...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He turned a corner and strode along a passage, neither noticing nor caring where it led. A few moments later, roused by the faint, irregular beat of hammers, he stopped and looked around him. Scowling, he realized he had strayed into the North Wing. Not since last summer had he come to this place, and he had sworn then he would never come again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Slowly he pivoted to his left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There, only a few paces distant, was the entrance to the hall the First Thutmose had built as his kingly gift to the god. Sheftu walked toward it, his face set, the tap-tap of goldsmith's hammers growing louder in his ears. At the tall doorway he stopped, looking into a huge room flooded with sunshine.\n\nThere, in the middle of the roofless hall, stood the queen's new obelisks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were no nightmare, then, but seven hundred tons of solid reality—monstrous needles of stone ninety-seven feet tall, soaring straight up into the brilliant sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheftu's gaze traveled their length, part of which was at the moment obscured by scaffolding upon which gold workers swarmed. Well he remembered the day last summer those shafts came floating down the river from the quarries, on a flotilla of linked barges that seemed to stretch back to Nubia. No man had ever seen their like, for they had been cut from single blocks of granite, without a seam or a joint, and—because the queen was impatient—in only seven months' time. There was an inscription on them swearing to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How, in Amon's name, had mortal hands accomplished it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was all but impossible. So was raising the obelisks here, within the temple itself. But here Hatshepsut wanted them, and here they stood, though it had been necessary to tear out many of her father's beautiful cedar columns and the whole roof of the hall to make room for them. Bitterly Sheftu stared at the wreckage, remembering the crack of the lash and the antlike swarm of men straining on ropes, dropping, dying, being trampled by their fellows as with a shuddering slow movement the great shafts rose into place—monuments to Hatshepsut's pride and malice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And now—Sheftu's eyes moved to the scaffolding, through which a growing surface of pale yellow glittered in the sun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Furiously he turned and strode back toward the courtyard, the faint tapping of the goldsmiths' hammers following him. Through the sound he could hear again Hatshepsut's voice: \"My Majesty is not pleased. The obelisks are mere dull stone and so unworthy of the Daughter of the Sun. I desire that they reflect Ra's beams from every surface. They shall be cased in electrum....\"\n\nExtravagance upon extravagance, until the very gods must be outraged! She would bring ruin upon the Black Land...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The temple's dim quiet ended abruptly as Sheftu stepped into the noise and dust and mingled odors of the outer courtyard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like plunging into another element, and the shock steadied him and dissipated his wrath.\n\nFool, anger gets you nowhere, he told himself as he gathered his horses' scarlet reins and popped the whip over their flanks. Let her have her obelisks—she will soon have nothing else. As for the task ahead, think no more of it now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Djedet will arrange all." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You have nothing to do but wait." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Eloise Jarvis McGraw would" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There,\" murmured Inanni. \"That lamb is finished now. Only one more and the shawl will be done. What think you of it, Mara?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the other end of the garden bench, Mara interrupted her fascinated study of the ring on her finger to inspect the square of embroidery Inanni held up. She smiled. Inanni had worked a careful picture in colored threads—a green hillside dotted with lambs and a sleeping shepherd, with the square tower of a Syrian temple showing beyond.\n\n\"It is beautiful, my princess.\"\n\n\"But not so beautiful as the hill in my memory....\" Inanni sighed and plucked another skein of white wool from the workbasket." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a moment Mara rose and strolled down to the pool in the center of the tiny garden, dropped down on the soft grass beside its rim, and once more fell to studying the ring." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the heavy electrum band with the jeweled lotuses, the ring Sheftu had given her on the ship. She knew well it was dangerous folly to wear it, since it was supposed to have left her possession long ago, as a bribe for that \"friend\" in Abydos. One glimpse of it and Sheftu would merely wait his moment to cut her throat.\n\nBut how the eyes of those high-and-mighty palace servants had popped when they noticed it this morning!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara grinned at the memory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was worth a little danger to lord it over them occasionally—especially the supercilious butler who looked down his nose at her whenever he caught her slipping her sandals off. He would think twice next time about whom he snubbed!\n\nShe turned the ring thoughtfully on her finger, wishing she had given in earlier to the temptation to put that butler in his place. For already she was convinced that the ring bore some potent charm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All morning good luck had followed her, smoothed her way, made easy the most difficult situations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Think of this morning's audience with the king! If that was not luck—\n\n\"Mara,\" said Inanni suddenly. \"Someone is coming. It is the young nobleman of the lotus garden! Ah, would he not be handsome with a beard?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara had swung around, spied Sheftu striding up the red graveled path, snatched the ring from her finger, and stuffed it into her sash before Inanni had finished speaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now she rose, brushed off her skirt with trembling hands, and sauntered forward as nonchalantly as she could.\n\n\"A beard?\" she murmured. \"I—I had never thought of it, Highness.\"\n\nIt was all right, he couldn't have noticed that quick motion, and the folds of her sash concealed the hard little lump underneath it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She faced Sheftu composedly as he stopped before them, smiling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Princess, rejoice.\" His long hand moved from his lips to his forehead in a gesture of careless grace. \"I bear pharaoh's greetings. Her Radiance inquires after the welfare of the Princess of Canaan.\"\n\nFor the first time in four days his eyes had come alive. Something had happened. Mara translated hastily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell him I am content,\" Inanni murmured." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She is content. What is it, Sheftu? Tell me, for the love of Amon!\"\n\n\"The signal has come. I have instructions for you. Say something to the princess.\"\n\n\"Highness, his excellency wishes to know if—\"\n\n\"Mara.\" Inanni was facing her, an odd, nervous determination in her manner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do not want to talk to this young man, nor does he want to talk to me. Please, will you not—relieve me of the burden? I have an errand elsewhere.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But Highness!\"\n\n\"Please, Mara.\" Inanni put a hand on Mara's arm and looked her full in the eyes. \"The summerhouse yonder is empty, and no one comes here. You will be quite alone.\"\n\nShe snatched her workbasket from the bench and hurried across the garden and through the gate, leaving Mara staring after her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What is this?\" demanded Sheftu in a low voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know. Quite often lately she makes some excuse to slip away from me—I think she goes to see a Syrian woman in the Court of the Weavers. But it is strange that she would do that now....\" Mara whirled back to him, suddenly excited. \"No matter! Should we question when Amon smiles on us? We're free to talk, if you want to risk it. She spoke truth—no one comes here.\"\n\nSheftu flashed a quick glance around the garden, then took Mara's arm and hurried her toward the little summerhouse which stood at the far end of the pool in a clump of acacia trees. It was a light wooden structure, little more than a stone platform and a roof, but vines clambered thick over its three latticed walls, and its open front faced a little away from the gate, so that once inside it, they could see without being seen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara sat down on a cushioned stool, looking about her with delight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All was cool green here, speckled with moving sunlight—little flakes and pellets of gold which sifted through the vines to dance agitatedly over Sheftu's white robes and her own and the painted floor, whenever the breeze stirred the leaves.\n\n\"Amon smiles indeed!\" murmured Sheftu, placing another stool where he could watch the gate. \"Something is bringing us good fortune.\"\n\nMara, aware of the hard little lump of the ring pressing against her waist, was quite sure she knew what that something was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she said only, \"It's been a day of good fortune for me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What else has happened?\"\n\n\"I've been longing to tell you. Bless Inanni for giving me the chance! We saw the king this morning—at last. As you know, I've been trying for three days.\"\n\n\"Did he not say you could arrange for an audience whenever—\"\n\n\"Aye, but it isn't as easy as it sounds! One has to find the proper chamberlain, tell him one lie, and Inanni another—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sheftu cut her off impatiently, glancing toward the gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No matter. Say on, maid—the rest of it.\"\n\n\"The rest was no easy task either! I had to give him your message somehow, with the room full of people.... Aye, I know he sent them all away last time, but I suppose he didn't dare to do that twice, for fear of making them suspicious. They're all spies, Sheftu.\"\n\n\"How do you know that?\"\n\n\"From the way he glares at them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara shrugged, skipped nimbly over why the room had not been cleared, a feat which she had herself accomplished with no small difficulty, and hurried on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Be that as it may, they were all there, and I had to think fast, I promise you! It was Inanni who saved me—she and the sketches.\"\n\n\"Sketches?\"\n\nMara grinned, pausing a moment to enjoy his bewilderment. She was relishing the whole situation—the secluded little arbor, the danger, their lowered voices, and most of all her secret amusement at how different this tale would sound when she told it to her master." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, the sketches. They were all over the table when we came in the room—sheets and scraps of papyrus and a clutter of pens and ink, and they were all drawings of vases.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheftu's face cleared. \"Ast! The vases. They are a pastime of the king's. His hand is skilled with the artist's pen.\"\n\n\"So Inanni was saying when he walked into the room. 'If His Highness has drawn these, Mara, then he is an artist of great talent. They are the most beautiful things I have seen in Egypt.' And behold, there he stood, hearing every word. I know not which was the more surprised. Inanni's cheeks rivaled the hues of her shawls.\"\n\nSheftu was grinning. \"And was he flattered?\"\n\n\"By my ka, I believe he was. At least it caused him to think of her as a human being, instead of a Syrian cow. For a moment I thought he was going to forget and speak to her in Babylonian, and then alas for Mara! But he stopped in time and bade me ask her which sketch she liked best.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did he indeed?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, and she picked one, though she was frightened out of her senses, and all her embroideries trembling.\" Mara pantomimed Inanni's gesture, extending a timidly pointing finger and then jerking it away as if something had bitten it.\n\n\"And then?\" chuckled Sheftu.\n\n\"He laughed, as you might guess, and folded his arms, after his manner.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara sat very erect, folded her own arms, and momentarily became the king." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"'Overornate,' he said, 'and a little vulgar. Ai, well, being Syrian she cannot help her taste. Tell her I will have it made up in yellow alabaster and delivered to her, with my compliments.'\"\n\n\"By Amon! It is well no one but myself sees you mimic him thus!\" exclaimed Sheftu a little grimly. \"You might forfeit that impudent tongue of yours.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nay, I mean no impudence. I but tell you how it happened. Indeed, I'd not mock him, Sheftu. I was naught but pleased by what he had done for my poor princess. Her face shone as if someone had lit a torch inside her. It has made her heart light all day, I think.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You seem fond of this barbarian,\" observed Sheftu, leaning backward to peer cautiously toward the gate.\n\n\"It may be I am. I pity her, she is so lonely and homesick, and so far from home.\"\n\nSheftu turned, a mixture of amusement and impatience on his face. \"Do we risk our necks here to talk about the Canaanite? I would hear more of this lucky morning of yours.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, you shall. But I crave a promise of you, Sheftu. When all this is finished, and the king wears his crown—will you send Inanni again to Canaan? Say you will. Her fate can mean naught to you, whether in Egypt or Syria—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She shall sail to the end of the world if you like, but proceed with your story! What have the sketches to do with you?\"\n\n\"I passed your message by means of them.\" His promise gained, Mara was willing and eager to go on. \"Ai, that was a fine bit of sleight of hand, though I praise my own wits! Remember the message? 'He of the fan and he of the feather have come into our house.' Of course I know not what it signifies,\" added Mara innocently, though she had figured out long since that it meant the queen's fanbearer and some other great noble—possibly a judge, whose symbol was the Feather of Truth—had been persuaded to swear allegiance to the king." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I wagered His Highness would know well enough. I juggled the conversation with a skill that would have shamed Sahure, until we spoke again of the sketches, then I stepped forward, ai, so impulsively, and snatched a pen and drew a little design as a suggestion for some future vase—and lo, it was a fan and a feather, beside a house bearing the king's cartouche!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very good indeed,\" said Sheftu, who had been grinning as he listened. \"A fine tale, and told by one who does not believe in ruining things with false modesty. I congratulate you, little one, on your cleverness, your sagacity, your—\"\n\n\"Oh, hold your tongue! Could you have done better?\"\n\nHe laughed softly, shaking his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nay, perhaps not as well. I doubt if—\" Suddenly his face went stiff with attention as the sound of voices drifted to them from somewhere just beyond the garden wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He twisted for a quick glance toward the gate, then sprang up silently and pulled Mara with him to the dimmest corner of the summerhouse. As they stood there, flattened against the latticed wall, the voices grew more distinct, and footsteps crunched on the graveled path.\n\n\"...looked like a man who'd just seen a kheft face to face,\" one voice was saying. \"I do not jest, my friend. Something's happened between Her Radiance and the Architect.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He didn't speak to you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nay, he was in too much haste! He burst out of her chambers as if the Devourer were after him, and went by me without a glance. I heard him snarling for his chariot, outside, but I didn't stay to wave farewell. The climate's not healthy when he's in a rage!\"\n\n\"Ai, I hope he strangles on it,\" muttered the other. \"Last flood season he took five of my vineyards for Crown property—by royal permission. But I note his slaves are cultivating them now.\"\n\n\"He'll want the throne next, hark to my words. Ten years from now...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The voices faded as the two went out the other gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara drew a long breath and glanced up at Sheftu, who seemed to have derived a great deal of malicious pleasure from what he had heard. \"Who was it?\" she whispered.\n\n\"Two nobles who love Count Senmut as much as I,\" returned Sheftu drily. \"Count Kha-Kheper, the one who talked about the vineyards. I believe I had best arrange a little conference with him sometime soon. Now look you, Blue-Eyed One, we must be out of here. I'll not be at the inn tonight, so you need not come. But tomorrow night—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is tomorrow that...?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara did not finish, but searched his face anxiously.\n\n\"Aye,\" he whispered. \"Tomorrow at the mark of five, the messenger told me. It should be finished in two hours, if all goes well.\"\n\n\"If all goes well!\" she repeated bitterly.\n\nHe ignored that. \"So get thee to the tavern by the mark of seven, or as soon after as you are able. Is your Reshed still well bedazzled?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So I hope. He's tugging at his leash.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ai, you'll have no trouble—one so clever as you, so remarkable, so sagacious—\"\n\n\"Oh, leave off!\" But her scowl faded as he stood there laughing down at her, the sun flecks dancing crazily over his face and headcloth, and glinting into one jewel in his golden collar until it flashed like a star. \"I'll be there, by his leave or without it,\" she murmured. \"May the gods grant you will! Sheftu, take care!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Little one, I'll do my best.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He guided her gently back to her stool. \"Sit here now and let the goldfish admire you awhile. Give me about the count of a hundred. Farewell.\"\n\nHe slipped around the edge of the vine-clad wall and was gone. Mara could hear his footsteps on the gravel path, calm and unhurried." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Eloise Jarvis McGraw" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ The Gamble ]\n\nThe servants were laying the tables in the yellow-paneled dining room of the princess' suite before Inanni returned from her mysterious \"errand\"—and by that time Mara had thought long and uneasily about her absence. What did she really know of Inanni, save that she was homesick and unhappy? Very little, or the princess' sudden withdrawal this afternoon would not have taken her so by surprise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara did not like surprises." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The moment had arrived, she reflected, to converse in private with Inanni.\n\nAccordingly, as soon as the meal was over and the Syrian women, still licking honey from their plump fingers, had wandered into the big sitting room to chatter or do needlework, Mara invited the princess to view the sunset with her from the roof pavilion.\n\nA few minutes later they were emerging onto the breeze-swept loggia. Above them the sky flamed with sunset, trailing scarlet banners of cloud and tinging with pink the myriad white walls and buildings of the city spread out below." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even the Nile looked like a river of fire, set between banks of unnaturally vivid green." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Beautiful!\" exclaimed Inanni as they stood at the balustrade looking out upon it all. But there was a note of dismay in her voice, and she soon retreated to a couch under the partial shelter of one of the painted awnings. Mara, who was accustomed to the violent beauty of Egypt, lingered a moment to feast her eyes on it.\n\n\"It is very different,\" she said softly, \"from the sunsets of Canaan, I suppose?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, everything there seems softer, and the hills thrust up to hide part of the sky, so that it does not seem so huge and fiery, and one does not feel so small.... Mara, perhaps it is not wise to talk of Canaan.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very well,\" said Mara firmly, turning around to her. \"Then let us talk of something else. My princess, why did you leave me in the garden today?\"\n\n\"Why, because I—had an errand—\" Inanni's great dark eyes met Mara's, and their expression changed. \"So be it,\" she said quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was because of what I told you, Mara. That young man did not want to talk to me, nor I to him. He was seeking you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a moment Mara left the balustrade and sat down on the other end of the couch. \"How long have you known this?\"\n\n\"Since the day I first saw him, in the lotus garden. Mara—I know other things, too. I know the king has no interest in me, nor ever will, and when I have audience with him he does not speak of the things you say he does. There is a great trouble of some sort here, and I have somehow become part of it. Forgive me, I did not even mean to tell you of this, but today I suddenly—it seemed too burdensome to go through again. I should not have spoken of it, though.\"\n\n\"Why not? Why didn't you tell me long ago?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, it—I felt it would be easier for you if I pretended I knew nothing, so that you would not be troubled about that part of it. But I fear I am very poor at pretending. Forgive me if I have spoiled everything now...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara sat silent, wonderingly studying the plump, anxious face before her. \"It is you who must forgive me, my princess,\" she said at last. \"You have shown me exactly how clever I have been!\" She got up and walked to the balustrade again, but this time she did not see the red sky and the thousand roofs of Thebes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inanni had been sorry for her—for her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a strange sensation, entirely new in her experience, and bewildering. She wondered in some astonishment if she were going to cry, then decided that by rights she should be laughing, hard—laughing at herself. She turned to Inanni, and knew suddenly that she wanted to tell her everything, tumble out the whole story, and plead for understanding. To take down the bars just once, and let another human being in..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you—want to hear the rest?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she heard herself saying in a small voice.\n\n\"If you want to tell me, Mara.\"\n\n\"I do, but it's mad. They'll kill me if they find out.\"\n\nInanni's cheeks grew pale, but she spoke quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They will never find out from me, Mara.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It would matter to no one—save myself,\" said Mara with bitterness. \"I'm naught but a slave. All my fine clothes and my airs are borrowed property. Not four weeks ago I was starching shentis and stealing bread from the baker's boys in Menfe.\" Mara walked back to the couch, kicked off her sandals defiantly, and curled her feet under her. \"And getting thrashed for it, as always. The whole thing began, for me, that day. A stranger in a white cloak came into my master's courtyard....\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was easy, once she started." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She talked rapidly, though in a low voice, explaining her sale, the astonishing interview with her master afterward, her meeting with Sheftu on the Beetle, and all that had happened since. Inanni's dark eyes grew round with wonder, excitement, and anxiety as she listened. Beyond them, over Thebes, the wild red banners in the sky faded to murky rose, and the East darkened, but neither of them knew it.\n\n\"So it is a—revolution!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "whispered Inanni at last." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye. And here am I, tangled in both sides of it! At first all seemed simple—I had but to mention Sheftu's name to my master, and he would shower me with gold, give me my freedom. But now—\" Mara hesitated, then added reluctantly, \"Of course, naught is different now. I could mention it still.\"\n\n\"But you do not want to now,\" said Inanni softly.\n\n\"Nay, I do not want to now. I am a fool, am I not?\"\n\nInanni shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are in love with this Lord Sheftu.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Denial sprang to Mara's lips, and died there as her gaze encountered Inanni's. She ended by shrugging wearily, leaning back against the cushions. \"Little good it does me. He thinks me a guttersnipe, and says so. And tomorrow he may be—\" She stopped. She had not told Inanni about the tomb robbery, nor did she intend to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He cares only for his king,\" she finished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You do too, Mara. You want the king to be pharaoh.\"\n\nMara nodded. \"As I say, I'm a fool. Why in Amon's name should I fret over who rules Egypt? There is always a pharaoh, just as there is always a Nile, but such a maid as I could live her whole life without knowing which face it was beneath the double crown, or caring a fig if she did know! Hatshepsut—Thutmose—what does it matter? I've my own worries—\" She broke off, adding, \"The trouble is, it does matter.\"\n\n\"Perhaps it is because you know him now.\"\n\n\"Perhaps it is,\" said Mara slowly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, and because I have watched him, and talked to him, and seen him pacing up and down, like a lion in a cage—Ai, he is a conqueror, my princess! Who else would have had the wit to stage that miracle, or go on plotting a revolution with spies all about him—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or spared a moment to be kind to a princess he does not want,\" said Inanni with a smile.\n\nShe meant the vase. Mara was suddenly very happy about the vase. \"Aye, he is kind, too. He is a great man!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And you, she told herself a moment later, are becoming far more interested in him than is good for you!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Take care, or you'll fall under his spell like Sheftu, and throw your life and all your plans away.\n\nShe got up angrily and padded over to the balustrade again, where she stood watching the last glow over the hills and curling her bare toes against the cool pavements of the roof.\n\n\"I'm a fool all the same,\" she remarked as Inanni came up beside her. \"Will Thutmose ever notice or remember that I served him? Ast! All pharaohs are alike.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know little of pharaohs,\" said Inanni." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I have seen the queen—and I have seen the king. And they are not alike.\"\n\n\"Aye, but they are! Look yonder.\" Mara pointed westward, where Hatshepsut's graceful temple shimmered in the blue shadows under the cliff. \"Men died by hundreds in the quarries to cut those stones for her, and others sailed to the end of the world to bring back the little incense trees. I know, I have been told of it. Yet tomorrow the king sends Sheftu—Sheftu, his nearest friend—on a journey far more terrible....\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps there is no one else he can trust.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And perhaps Sheftu will never come back! More than perhaps! Then what good is he to the king or anyone else? Ai, there is a fool for you!—to do that for any pharaoh. I told him so only last night.\"\n\n\"And what did he say?\"\n\nMara's anger faded into puzzled wonder as she remembered what he had said. \"He spoke nonsense. He said, 'I do not do it for pharaoh, I do it for Egypt.' What does that mean? Pharaoh is Egypt.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shrugged. \"I didn't understand it then nor do I now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand it, Mara.\"\n\nMara looked at her curiously, and found that her whole timid face was shining with eagerness, like a pale, round moon gleaming through the dark clouds of her hair. In the blue light of evening she looked almost beautiful in her shawls and draperies. \"You understand?\" repeated Mara slowly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then tell me. What did he mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Egypt is not pharaoh, Mara, nor is it this long, green valley with its black mud that is so different from what I know. Egypt is neither the Nile nor the cities—\"\n\n\"Then what is it?\"\n\n\"You, Mara.\"\n\n\"I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And all the others—the people, all those you have told me of, and the fishermen yonder on the river, and the potters and carpenters and their like coming out of all those buildings far over there in what you call the City of the Dead—and their friends, and their kin....\" Inanni peered into Mara's face and shook her head sadly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alas, that means nothing to you, does it? In your life you have had neither friends nor kin.\"\n\n\"Nor have I needed them!\" retorted Mara. Pity, like honey, could become too sweet on the tongue. She half turned away from Inanni, her elbows on the balustrade and her eyes—in spite of herself—on the stream of tiny white-clad figures winding through the streets far over yonder, who had suddenly become not mere figures but human beings, with friends and kin and homes to go to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nay, perhaps you have not needed them,\" said Inanni gently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But many others do. I will tell you a little story. When my father was a young man there came a great famine over Canaan, over all of Syria, and many flocks perished in the drought, and there were only a few who made harvest that year, and had grain in their storehouses. And my father, who had been king for only a little while then, but who was very wise, called in these men and showed them the poor, starving in the streets. And then he bade them bring their grain to his storehouses and their flocks to his pastures, and they did so, and until the famine passed, rich and poor shared alike from the common store, which my father divided among them. They did not do it for my father, Mara, but that Canaan might live.\"\n\n\"And did it live?\"\n\n\"Aye. The enemy from the North swept down and conquered many nations that year, when all were weak from the famine. But in Canaan there were strong men to defend the cities.\"\n\nThe white-clad stream had all but disappeared in the blue dusk, and the sky was a vault of purple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara sighed and turned away from the balustrade with a shrug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is a touching story, my princess—if they spoke truth. But what has it to do with Egypt? We have no famine, nor can I imagine any rich noble I have met who would share so much as a grain of corn with those tomb workers yonder. Consider my well-beloved master. Hai! I can see him dividing his goods with his grooms and servants...\" Mara broke off, struck by a sudden unpleasant thought. Her last encounter with Lord Nahereh had directly followed an audience with the king. If the Libyan came tonight... \"My princess, let us go down now,\" she said hurriedly. \"It grows dark. And I, too, have a story to invent—one so convincing it will pass for truth! Come, let us go down, I must think—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Very well, Mara,\" said Inanni softly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We will go down.\" She was silent as they hurried down the stairs and along the hall. But at the door to her apartments she stopped, putting a gentle hand on Mara's arm. \"Mara, I hope all goes well with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do not fear for me, my princess. I'll think of something. Stay, I even have a talisman to protect me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Smiling, she plunged her hand into her sash and triumphantly produced the ring, which she slipped onto her finger.\n\n\"It will bring good luck?\"\n\n\"Provided I do not wear it in the wrong company,\" said Mara drily. \"And now I will tell you something, though I know not if it's wise to do so....\" She hesitated, then whispered rapidly, \"The ring brought you luck today, as well as me. If all goes well—if all this we have talked of tonight comes to pass, and the king rules Egypt—then you need stay here and be homesick no longer, in this land you hate.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They will—send me home?\" whispered Inanni incredulously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have Sheftu's promise on it. There, do not look so, or everyone will guess what I have told you! It is only an 'if,' you know. You must not hope too hard.\"\n\n\"Ah, Mara, I will try not, thank you, thank you—\" Inanni tried to say more, failed, and hiding the radiance of her face beneath one of her many shawls, hurried through the door and into her chambers.\n\nThe Syrian women were still at their embroidering and chattering, but Inanni passed through their midst and went directly to her bedroom. I'm glad I told her, thought Mara." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Very glad.... Wrenching her mind back to her own affairs, she headed for her room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What was she going to tell that crocodile of a Nahereh? She needed time to think. Perhaps, she reflected as she pushed aside the tapestry that curtained her door, I could accuse that spying little scribe of something or other. Say he was acting suspicious, friendly to the king." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She grinned as she closed the door behind her and turned into the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pompous little donkey! He would not last long if—\n\nHer thoughts broke off with a jolt. Chadzar the Libyan was leaning stolidly against the far wall, waiting for her.\n\nFor a moment she felt an overpowering desire to whirl around, dash back through the door, and seek safety in that crowd of Syrians until the last one went to bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A well-developed instinct for self-preservation prevented her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she betrayed the least sign of panic...\n\nShe heard her own voice speaking coolly, almost indifferently. \"You come very early.\"\n\n\"I come when I'm sent,\" grunted Chadzar. \"Get a cloak.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I'm not ready yet. I came only to fetch the board for hounds and jackals. The Syrian expects me to entertain her until bedtime.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's none of my affair.\"\n\nHe pushed away from the wall and walked forward, while Mara cast about desperately for some other excuse to delay, to gain time. He scowled at her, switching his whip impatiently against his sandal. \"Make haste! Fetch a cloak!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was small use arguing with that restless whip and the look in that one eye, which had begun to gleam balefully in the Libyan's pale-skinned, brutal face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara found her cloak and flung it about her with trembling fingers. She would have to do her planning on the way.\n\nBut there was no time to plan, no time to think. Before she could conquer her confusion she was in the chariot, sweeping through the streets of western Thebes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ride was as wild as before, but this time Mara wished it had lasted longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In vain she struggled to make her brain function as she stepped down into the dark courtyard beside her master's house, moved on reluctant feet through the little side door and into the hall. The same scent of wine and perfume drifted to her nostrils, the same faint echoes of merriment to her ears.\n\n\"Cease your dawdling!\" growled Chadzar, giving her a prod with the whip handle. \"Think you he wants to wait forever?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "An instant later she stepped into the small tapestry-hung study and the door closed behind her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well?\" came the chilly voice of her master.\n\nMara's hand closed convulsively over the ring. \"Live forever, illustrious one!\" she heard herself saying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"May thy shadow seek the light, may thy—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Save your pleasantries for those who wish them,\" he cut in acidly. \"What news have you?\"\n\n\"Honored one, I have the best of news! I was successful in preventing the king from sending away his attendants. As I promised you, every one of them was present during the interview.\"\n\nNahereh said nothing, merely settled himself in a chair and waited. Mara hurried on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was no small matter to convince my princess, I assure you. I coaxed and coaxed, and finally had to prod her a little. 'My princess,' I said to her—very severely, master—'My princess, His Highness himself believes it better to allow these menials to be present during the audience. Come, they might suspect you are afraid of them!' Of course she is afraid of them, master, but she does not like to admit it. And that won the game.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had, indeed, won the game, though not quite in the way Mara implied. It was the king, not Inanni, who had caught the significance of that phrase \"They might suspect\"—he who had suddenly decided the attendants should stay in the room. Mara saw no reason, however, to mention these things to the granite-faced Son of Set in the chair before her.\n\nInstead she smiled as if expecting his praise, and helped herself to a sweetmeat from his golden bowl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And so you see, I shall have this trouble no more, and there'll be every chance to watch for that messenger—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have not found him yet?\"\n\n\"I cannot be sure,\" she evaded. \"However, I kept a watch on the scribe, as you instructed me. He's of small use to you.\"\n\n\"How so?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The king knows him for an enemy. What chance have I to observe anything useful with His Highness guarding every syllable, every motion—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought you said you would have every chance!\"\n\n\"With the scribe gone, yes. But while he is there—\"\n\n\"Do I understand,\" said Nahereh ominously, \"that you have come empty-handed again?\"\n\nShe met his eyes and saw quite plainly that no evasion was going to work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unless she produced some kind of information, and produced it at once, this man would sell her instantly—or do worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mouth went dry with sudden fear. She had nothing to tell him—save the truth. And if she told him that...\n\nA wild scheme darted into her mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Could she tell him a scrap of truth—a mere scrap, convincing yet not really dangerous?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she could control it... Nay, it was too reckless, a mere gamble—\n\n\"Well?\" said her master.\n\nShe heard her own quick laugh, her voice speaking. \"Nay, I'm far from empty-handed, master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wildest gamble! She must not think of it, with the stakes so high...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But what of her own stakes in this game? In fifteen minutes she could be back in her rags, dodging some new master's stick, tossed into oblivion like a handful of rubbish. Look after yourself, Mara, nobody else will.... She threw the dice.\n\n\"I have something—but I know not what to make of it. Perhaps you know that His Highness amuses himself by designing vases? Well, dozens of sketches were spread on the table there, this morning. Big ones, little ones, all inscribed and decorated. And there was one of them—\" She paused, feeling herself teeter on the brink of a precipice, tingling in every nerve." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To cover her dizzy fright, she turned away idly, reaching into the bowl again as she did so." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pray have a sweetmeat!\" invited Nahereh with heavy irony.\n\n\"Thank you!\" She forced a mocking grin, and her nerves quieted. She sauntered to a chair and sank down on its arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It seemed to me that the inscription on this one vase looked less like decoration than a message—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A message!\" He was on his feet and standing over her before she could draw breath, jerking her up to face him. \"By Amon, you'll cease this babbling now, and tell me what you mean!\"\n\n\"I mean it was a message.\" She pulled free and sat down on the chair arm again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt quite cool now, and recklessly sure of herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tingling was gone. \"It was the name of a tavern. I'll wager it's where the rebels meet.\"\n\nNahereh stared at her a moment. Then he whirled, fetched a writing block and reed pen from a box, and beckoned her curtly. \"Copy it here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took the block, swiftly sketched a vase, and began to draw hieroglyphs in a border around its lip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could hear Nahereh's heavy breathing as he leaned over her shoulder, then a low sound, ugly with triumph, deep in his throat.\n\nHe took the writing block, and he was smiling. \"The Inn of the Falcon.\"\n\n\"Nay, you have read it wrong!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "gasped Mara. In dismay she stared at the hieroglyphs she had drawn, and though they blurred and swam with her fright, she could still make out that the last one was no falcon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have read it wrong,\" she repeated, trying to steady her voice. \"It is an owl, master.\"\n\n\"Aye, but you've set it down wrong, girl, that's the trouble. It was a natural error. No doubt you caught only a glimpse of the original, and it is easy to mistake the falcon symbol for the owl—\"\n\n\"Nay, I saw it clearly! It was no glimpse, I took care to study it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He laughed almost amiably." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then they, too, set it down wrong, perhaps by intention. Hai! Small good it did them! They meant the Inn of the Falcon, you may rely upon it. I know the place.\"\n\n\"You know it?\" said Mara faintly. The tingling was back—it had become a roar in her ears, as if she had stepped off the precipice and were falling sickeningly through space.\n\n\"We've snared them now,\" he was saying, half to himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So the pen is their messenger! Small wonder we've been puzzled.... You did well to notice this. Aye, and I did well to buy you! But I'm seldom wrong. I know a clever slave when I see one. Come, choose a sweetmeat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It seems hardly—credible—that a great lord like you would know aught of such an inn. I fancy it's a dirty den, jammed with waterfront riffraff—\"\n\n\"Oh, I've never set foot in the place. But I know of it, aye, I know of it. Stay, I must think...\"\n\nMara drew a deep breath and bit into her sweetmeat. He knew, it was too late to wonder how." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There he stood rubbing his hands, thinking how he would use his knowledge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had better help him think—and fast.\n\n\"You will set a spy to watch this place?\" she began cautiously.\n\n\"Aye. It's their leader we want, not a rabble of underlings.\"\n\n\"It will be a hard choice, master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hard?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To choose the spy you want.\"\n\n\"Nay, that's no problem. Stop chattering, girl, I must think.\"\n\nMara chose another sweetmeat and strolled a little closer. \"The innkeeper's the problem. Have you thought of him? I know the breed, and I'll wager he misses little. Especially this one. Osiris! With a plot hatching on the premises? He'll let no stranger by him, that's certain, as long as this leader is anywhere about. He'd throw out that scribe of yours in no time. Even the Libyan. Master, no man could get past him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nahereh was listening now; his head had turned toward her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara licked her fingers and flashed a glance at him. \"But I could,\" she added.\n\nHis chilly face did not change expression, but there was thoughtful calculation in the gaze that ran over her from head to toe. \"Could you, indeed?\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why don't you try me? I'm weary of the palace and the Canaanite. I can find the inn—I'm used to such places and used to talking my way in and out of them. I promise I'm a match for any innkeeper.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What of the palace sentries?\"\n\n\"I've made friends with a few of them already—just to pass the time.\"\n\n\"You need a taste of the whip, Miss Insolence. Who said you might thus make free with my orders?\"\n\n\"You never forbade me, master. What harm in smiling at a sentry? I think one of them would let me out for a visit to that inn.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nahereh sank into a chair and drummed his thin fingers on the arm of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nay, that's too chancy. Use my name. I've no doubt you know it by now.\"\n\n\"Aye, Lord Nahereh,\" said Mara demurely. \"Your fame is far too great in Thebes to—\"\n\nHe silenced her with a gesture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you leave that princess of yours without her knowledge?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Easily.\"\n\nHe rose and strode to a chest in the corner, leaving Mara giddy with relief. \"Come here,\" he ordered. He had unrolled a papyrus; as she approached she saw it was marked into squares and rectangles, like the rooms of a great house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is a plan of the palace,\" he told her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Here is the guardroom, here is your own chamber, near this stair, here are the king's apartments. And here\"—he jabbed a finger at a small square off one of the courtyards—\"is a study reserved for my own use when I am at the Golden House. Do you think you could find it?\"\n\nMara nodded. \"Aye. Down this passage and to the right. It would be the third door?\"\n\n\"The fourth. Now look you.\" He rolled up the papyrus and thrust it back into the chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go tomorrow night to the Inn of the Falcon. Go every night. You have only to give the sentry my name. I will send for you in three days, but if you learn aught before that, I want no delay in hearing of it. Go to my study at once if you have news. If I am not there, you will find someone who will bring you to me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hope,\" remarked Mara, \"that this someone drives better than your Libyan.\"\n\n\"It will be the Libyan.\" He gave her an unpleasant smile. \"What you had best hope, Impudent One, is that you can make good those boasts of yours.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you not say yourself that I was clever?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye. Only take care you do not become too clever for your own good. Now go.\"\n\nHe jerked his head toward the door, and she went, trying to ignore his last remark. She was none too sure she had not already done that very thing. Still, she had won her gamble, she thought as she joined Chadzar in the hall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The margin had been slimmer than she cared to think about, but she had satisfied the stony-faced one, saved her own neck, and saved Sheftu's too by arranging her own appointment as the spy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moreover, she no longer need worry about Reshed, who had grown increasingly unreasonable lately. She could now walk past any sentry on the grounds by mentioning Nahereh's name. She had planned well. The only thing she had not planned was that Nahereh should ever know the real name of the inn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She followed Chadzar across a passageway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A servant flung open the door at its end and came hurrying toward them with a tray of empty plates. Attracted by the gust of music and laughter, Mara glanced into the room beyond him, caught a glimpse of blue-wigged ladies and courtiers grouped in a semicircle about a sumptuous table, with great platters of fruit, and a harpist playing—and just before the door swung shut, a figure darted into her range of vision, and there was a flash of golden balls.\n\nShe stopped so suddenly that the hurrying servant almost crashed into her. He clutched frantically at his tray, and the Libyan pulled her on down the hall, muttering in annoyance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does your master always hire entertainers for his parties?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara asked him breathlessly.\n\n\"Would I know, Impudent? He doesn't invite me to them. Nor you either, I'll wager. Make haste. I've other things to do tonight than answer empty-headed questions.\"\n\nMara scarcely heard him. There were hundreds of jugglers in Thebes, of course." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But if the one she had glimpsed was Sahure, then she was baffled no longer by her master's knowledge of the Inn of the Falcon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sahure did hire himself out whenever a chance offered—\"I have seen high and low, princesses and slaves....\" He was always boasting about it. Aye, it all fitted—into a pattern that had almost ruined her gambling! Perhaps the ring had saved her once again.\n\nThoughtfully she stepped into the chariot and braced herself for the bruising ride home." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An hour later he was crossing the worn stone wharfs to the Beetle's anchorage. Nekonkh hung over the gunwale, his arms propped wide, his shoulders burnished copper in the brilliant sunlight. Every line of him spelled anxiety. Sheftu stepped into the cool shadow of the hull, swung onto the rope ladder, and climbed up through the blue-green dancing reflections into the glare of sun on deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nekonkh stretched out a big hand to haul him aboard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Was it you sent down to see if we had docked yet?\" he whispered.\n\n\"Aye.\"\n\n\"Naught's amiss, is it? I landed your cargo at four this morning, and was back by sunrise. All's well with my task.\"\n\n\"It's something else. Send your men ashore, I must talk to you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nekonkh bellowed an order, waved his hairy arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the crew swarmed down the ladder, chattering like monkeys over their unexpected liberty, Sheftu walked to the far side of the deck and stood there, feeling the warm sunshine beat down over his head and shoulders and the backs of his hands where they lay clasped on the rail. The very air smelled of heat and sun and water this morning. A fleet of fishing boats traced in gilt skimmed across Sheftu's line of vision, their sails pure light and their shadows ink puddles. Two barges moved ponderously upstream." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Far across the river a hawk flapped up suddenly, curved and soared and dwindled to a speck in the cobalt sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nekonkh came up beside him, wheezing a little. \"All's clear, mate. They're gone. Now what's amiss?\"\n\n\"We've a spy to reckon with, Captain.\"\n\n\"Hai! That's easy.\" Nekonkh's hand went to his knife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Only tell me where he'll be tonight—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She'll be at the inn, I fancy.\"\n\n\"She?\" Nekonkh's voice changed. \"Who is it?\"\n\n\"Mara.\"\n\nThere was a stunned silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After a moment Nekonkh began to swear bitterly under his breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't believe that!\" he burst out. \"Have you proof?\"\n\n\"Not yet.\"\n\n\"Then how can you—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Patience, I'll tell you everything. Do you remember the day in your cabin yonder, when we hatched our plans? I gave her a ring—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, aye, to bribe her friend in Abydos.\"\n\n\"There was no friend in Abydos, Nekonkh. She has the ring yet. She forgot, and left it on her hand last night.\"\n\n\"Oh, mother of the gods,\" said the captain wearily. He rested both forearms on the gunwale, staring out at the river." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And she had no explanation?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, indeed she did. Can you picture that maid without an explanation? But she was lying.\"\n\n\"Now how do you know, mate? It may be she found a way to get what she wanted in Abydos without bribing that fellow! I'll wager she never had a trinket of her own, and what a trinket that was, to be sure! It would tempt the most scrupulous of— Aye, you can smile. I know the maid's not overburdened with scruples, but think of the life she's led, by the Sacred Eye! Ill used and half starved, at the mercy of this master and that one—\"\n\n\"Save your breath, Nekonkh! I used her well enough, and got naught but treachery for thanks. I assure you I've done some thinking about this—though a little late! She kept the ring because she didn't need it as a bribe. Everything was arranged for her already, in Abydos—she was a spy when she boarded this ship.\"\n\n\"Why, she was naught but a little runaway.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So we believed,\" said Sheftu grimly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So I continued to believe until last night, when I came to my senses. She didn't run away at all, Nekonkh. I think she was sold.\"\n\nHe waited, then looked around at his companion. Nekonkh's still face was carved in sunlight, the jutting nose copper, the eyes deep caverns. \"To an agent of the queen,\" Sheftu went on softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That changes everything, doesn't it? I'll wager I've no hold over her—not the slightest—and never did have. A comforting thought, is it not, when you remember what she knows, what she could tell?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why hasn't she told, then? For the love of Amon, she could have wrecked our craft four weeks ago! Why, in the name of—\"\n\n\"That's the question. Why? I was hard pressed to find the answer, I confess.\"\n\nNekonkh eyed him thoughtfully. \"I'll wager I know the answer now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Devotion to me, you think? Captain, pray do not ask me to believe in fairy tales!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheftu's voice was savage, and he realized he was gripping the rail so hard his fingers ached. He had suspected Nekonkh would say something like that, sooner or later, but he had not known what it was going to do to him, how vividly the warm touch of Mara's lips would come back to him, even the fragrance of the lotus in her hair.\n\nHe jerked his hands from the rail and turned his back to it. \"Nay, we've underestimated the maid. She's playing both sides, Captain—that's the answer. She's maneuvered me as neatly as a toy on a string, all the while dangling this master of hers—the queen's man—from another finger. Hai, she's clever, is she not? No matter who loses this game, she means to win.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't believe it! You yourself said you've no proof.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I said not yet. I mean to obtain proof, and I mean you to help me.\"\n\n\"Now, how can we do that?\" roared the captain, slapping his palm down upon the gunwale. \"Man, you can't judge a thing like that on the word of another! Give the maid a chance to defend herself! She may have reasons we know naught of, good reasons—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She'll have every chance, Captain,\" said Sheftu softly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Every chance.\" He eased around to face Nekonkh. \"I am interested in your attitude toward all this, but I confess, a little confused. Perhaps you can enlighten me. Till now, I understood your allegiance to be to myself and the king—and no one else. Was I mistaken?\"\n\nNekonkh's sun-burnished face lost a little of its rich color. He started to speak, swallowed, then turned to stare out over the river." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are my orders?\" he growled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You will not care for them—nor do I. But we shall set a trap. That's fair enough, as I think you'll have to agree. If she's innocent the bait won't even tempt her.\"\n\n\"And if she's—guilty? If the trap works?\"\n\nSheftu's shrug and cold eyes gave the answer.\n\n\"All right!\" roared Nekonkh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get on with it, can't you? What am I to do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're to go to the Falcon tonight. I'll be with you, to make sure all's well, but I'll not go in. Give her some message from me—\" Sheftu hesitated, then gestured impatiently. \"I'll think of one presently. It must reassure her, so she will think I've dismissed the whole matter of the ring as something of no importance. Make certain she feels safe, Nekonkh. If she's seen the king she'll have a message for me—say I've sent you for it. Act a little excited, as if you had heard good news, as if there were plans afoot. In time, you will tell her those plans—they're the bait for our trap. Do you understand thus far?\"\n\n\"Aye,\" muttered Nekonkh.\n\nSheftu fastened his gaze on the purple sail of a temple boat far out across the blinding, dancing water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do not tell her alone, however. Wait until there are others present—Nefer the goldsmith, Ashor, Sahure—it matters little who, but no lingering uneasiness about that ring must prevent her reaching for the bait. If others hear what she heard, she will feel she could blame the treachery on any one of them, if she had to. Hark now. Drop your news casually into the midst of this company. Say the leader I represent has obtained almost limitless funds from some wealthy Theban. Say that the gold is to be smuggled away to a place of safety tomorrow night at about the mark of eight, on the vessel— What ships will be loading cargo tomorrow evening, Nekonkh?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Friend of the Wind will be. She sails the following dawn.\"\n\n\"That will serve. On the vessel Friend of the Wind.\" Sheftu straightened, drawing a long breath. \"If the queen's soldiers raid that ship tomorrow night, Captain, we'll have our proof.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And if little Blue Eyes does not take your bait?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nay, she knows the time is running out. She could want no better chance to deliver the whole revolution to that master of hers, gold, rebels, and all, and be off with her own winnings. She'll take the bait, right enough—unless she's innocent. Now, is there anything I've not thought of?\"\n\n\"Nay, you would seem to have thought of everything,\" said Nekonkh bitterly. \"Stay, though. You've not told me that message from you. The one that is to reassure her.\"\n\n\"Oh yes. That.\" Sheftu ran his palm carefully along the gunwale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was hot from the sun, and the grain of the wood showed clear and beautiful in the strong light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You may tell her,\" he said, \"that I have not forgotten what I said last night, when I held her in my arms.\"\n\nNekonkh regarded him a moment in silence, then turned away. \"Gods of Egypt, this is an ugly business!\" he snarled.\n\n\"Aye, Captain! It's an ugly world.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sheftu pushed away from the rail and started across the glaring decks, the other following." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Remember,\" he added sharply, \"you're but the counter in this game—I choose the gambits. Is all clear now?\"\n\n\"I think so. Will I meet you at the Falcon?\"\n\n\"On the wharf yonder. We'll go together.\"\n\nNekonkh nodded sourly, scowling at an imperfectly coiled rope lying near the stern sweeps." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ast! Look at that!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he roared suddenly, striding over to kick it into a sprawling pile. \"By the Forty Judges, these idiots can't do anything right! Rivermen, they call themselves. Hai! Swineherds, more likely—\"\n\nLeaving him manhandling the rope and cursing savagely, Sheftu swung over the side and down the ladder. He knew how Nekonkh felt. The cheerful laughter of a pair of deckhands on the next ship grated on him like a file on stone as he dropped to the wharf, slung his cloak half over his face, and strode toward the nearest alley." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: Eloise Jarvis McGraw" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three streets away, Mara was already dodging out of the passage beside the goldsmith's shop, and running like the desert antelope along the high, curving wall which bounded the palace grounds. There was but one thing to do; and somehow, through the wild disorder of her emotions, she'd had wit enough to see it and cling fast to it. She was still spent from her storm of weeping, sore in body and mind from Sheftu's merciless handling of her, and shaken in every nerve by the audacious—but no less passionate—kiss which had saved her life. Sheftu was lost to her beyond recall, but hardest to bear was the ironic twist that this time she was innocent—the ship's raid was none of her doing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Sahure he'd caught in his gold-baited trap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he'd refused to believe it, and thereby laid himself and the revolution open to the liveliest danger.\n\nMara alone, though stunned by the abruptness of her own undoing, recognized the extent of that danger. She alone knew that Nahereh knew about the Inn of the Falcon. She alone could guess that in his rage at finding nothing on the ship he might abandon all subtler tactics and storm the tavern, seizing everyone in it and trusting to later luck to find the leader." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ai, but he would already have the leader!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The moment he set eyes on Sashai, the scribe, he would recognize Lord Sheftu and all would be over.\n\nThere was but one thing to do—find Nahereh, learn his plans, and then, if necessary, slip away from him somehow and carry a warning to the inn. On trembling legs Mara was speeding to do it.\n\nThe North Gate loomed ahead—Reshed's gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara clutched her ring, praying its charm would work once more, though Amon knew it had brought her anything but luck the last two days." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had not seen Reshed for four nights now, having lately used the Main Gate and the password of her master's name for her passage in and out of the palace grounds. She knew not what temper Reshed would be in, but she had to try him. She might need desperately to get out again, later, and by that time the use of Nahereh's name might be suicidal.\n\nBreathless, she halted before the gate, tried in vain to quiet her pounding heart, and finally rapped three times." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reshed recognized the signal; she could hear the faint, sharp clatter of his sword as he made a startled move." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An instant later the gate swung open—just far enough for his body to block the entrance.\n\n\"You!\" he growled.\n\n\"Aye... Reshed, I'm in haste, please let me in.\"\n\n\"What are you doing out, that's what I want to know! I've seen naught of you tonight, not for four nights running!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why, today I went out much earlier, with my princess—at another gate. And before that—ah, Reshed, I've wanted to come, if only to linger a moment with you and then go back again! But I could never get away from her, not even for a minute.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, very likely! More likely, you've found some other simpleton to dry your tears, and let you in and out whenever you crook a finger at him!\" Reshed reached out furiously and jerked her closer. \"Who is it? That swell-headed sergeant at the Main Gate?\"\n\n\"Nay, it isn't, it isn't, I've done no such thing! Oh, mother of truth, let me in, I can't stand here arguing! I'm in haste, I tell you. My brother's dying and I must get help—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She twisted violently in his grasp but only succeeded in reversing their positions, so that it was she who stood with her back to the gate, which hung tantalizingly ajar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He still held her arm fast.\n\n\"You never had a brother,\" he said bitterly. \"I don't know whom you meet, outside there, but I'll stake my sword he's no sick kinsman! Aye, I've caught on to your game, you little witch, though I've been cursed slow about it. You've made a fool of me, letting me risk my post here night after night so you could—\"\n\n\"Reshed, I beg you! I swear by my ka—\" Tears of despair choked off the words and changed to sobs of fury." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She began to fight him like a wildcat, kicking, clawing, beating at him, spitting out her rage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let go of me, you stupid clod! I've done naught to you, you've got your cursed post still, haven't you? Let me go, you devil!\" Suddenly she froze, staring just beyond his shoulder. \"Great Amon! Your captain...\"\n\nHe spun around, and for just that instant his fingers loosened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An instant was all Mara needed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a flash she had wrenched away and darted through the gate, up the Avenue of Rams, and into the Court of the Weavers, leaving him cursing bitterly behind her.\n\nLet him curse, she thought as she sped silently along the graveled paths. He can't leave his gate without raising an alarm, and if he does that he'll lose his precious post and maybe his head for his part in this affair...\n\nBut, oh, Amon, now how was she to get out of the grounds again in case she had to?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She slowed, almost halted, in an agony of hesitation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Should she go back, try to make amends, try to— Nay, the thing was done now, there was no undoing it. Sick with apprehension, she darted on.\n\nShe reached the great Court of Storerooms, some distance beyond the stair she ordinarily climbed to the upper corridor and her own chambers. There she stopped, leaned panting against the rough-plastered wall, and tried to picture in her mind the plan of the palace Nahereh had showed her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The little study he had told her of was near this courtyard, she was sure of that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But which passage? That one, to the right. Aye, it must be, for the other led only to the guardroom; it was the one she and Inanni had walked down that day toward the audience with the queen. How long ago that seemed.\n\nShe moved quickly into the passage to the right, turned right again into a dimly lighted hall, and counted the doors as she passed them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One, two, three—four. It was that one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without allowing herself to pause or even wonder what would happen next, she opened the door, slipped through into a torchlit, crowded room, and closed the door behind her.\n\nLord Nahereh turned from a group of excited soldiers and rivermen, and stared at her.\n\n\"You!\" he burst out.\n\nMara leaned back against the door, feeling all at once spent and weary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone, she thought sardonically, seems overjoyed to see me tonight...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, I!\" she said. \"I crave your protection, master! The rebels suspect me.\"\n\n\"Do they! By my ka, Amon is good, sending you here at this moment. It has saved my Libyan the trouble of finding you.\" Slowly he eased down upon the table behind him, folded his arms, and studied her, a faint, chill smile touching the corners of his mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Chadzar,\" he murmured. \"Send these men away, we need them no longer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Libyan jerked his head at the soldiers and rivermen—crewmen from the Friend of the Wind, Mara guessed—and herded them out through another door. There was still one other person in the room—a quiet figure hunched in the shadows of one corner; but Mara did not move her eyes to see who it was. As the Libyan sauntered back to his post, Lord Nahereh spoke again, his voice dripping sarcasm.\n\n\"So the rebels suspect you. How unkind of them, to repay your friendship with cruel distrust.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Friendship? I've pretended friendship, master. Did you not send me there to spy on them, learn their secrets—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, quite right, I did. But you were so—tardy—in reporting any of those secrets that this afternoon I decided to set a spy on you, my Clever One. Only a formality, you understand. To my surprise, the man I picked seemed to be an old friend of yours already.\"\n\n\"Indeed,\" murmured Mara.\n\nLord Nahereh turned his head. \"You, there! Show yourself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even before she saw him, Mara knew who was gliding out of his shadowy corner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sahure looked oddly incomplete without his golden balls, but his twisted, cynical smile was the same as ever, his tongue as oily.\n\n\"Live forever, Face of the Lily! May thy ka rejoice, may thy—\"\n\n\"Ast! You son of forty devils!\"\n\n\"Shocking!\" murmured Lord Nahereh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is that any way to greet a friend?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's no friend of mine! He's a rogue and a serpent, don't trust a word he says, master, he's as slippery as—\"\n\n\"Then you're two of a kind!\" Nahereh's pretense was finished now; his voice lashed like a whip. \"Why did you not tell me of that ship tonight?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because I knew it was a trap.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"By Amon! You'd still lie to me?\"\n\n\"Don't believe her, Excellency,\" put in Sahure. \"She was there. She heard what I heard.\"\n\n\"Yes, I was there, you crocodile, but I had my wits about me, and you did not! The ship was empty, master, was it not? You found no gold aboard it, did you? Nay, you didn't! It was all a hoax, a snare set for me that I had the sense to stay away from. But this fool walked into it! Now they think I did it, and all I've tried to accomplish is wrecked—they'll not even let me in the tavern after this! In fact, I hear they've orders to kill me on sight—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ahhhhh,\" breathed Lord Nahereh with satisfaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And just who told you that?\"\n\nMara bit her lip until she could taste the blood. \"An—an old man, who felt sorry for me.\"\n\n\"Indeed. Someone whose acquaintance you made during those other visits to the inn, no doubt. Those early visits—the ones before I sent you—the ones I knew nothing about until this juggler told me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gods of Egypt, I'm caught, thought Mara." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can't wriggle out of this one, there's no way out, no way out.... She parted stiff lips, but no words came rushing to her tongue from that mysterious reservoir of last-minute inspiration which had so often saved her. She stood paralyzed, wordless, and the silence drew out until it was far too long, far too late now to say anything at all, and she was lost. It was all over.\n\nLord Nahereh smiled icily and echoed her thoughts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The game's over, isn't it? Too bad. You must have enjoyed it while it lasted. Come now! Who was this 'old man' who warned you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The silence went on.\n\n\"Excellency,\" murmured Sahure. \"I think perhaps it was a young man. One called Sashai. He would have warned her.\"\n\nA faint, bitter amusement touched the edges of Mara's mind. \"Not he!\" she muttered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nahereh ignored her, turning instead to the juggler." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is sad indeed that I was not aware earlier of your possibilities. You would have been working for me long ago. Before those soldiers came in with their useless prisoners, you were beginning to tell me of those who come regularly to this inn. Suppose you continue. Sashai. 'The Scribe.' Who is this scribe?\"\n\n\"Excellency, no one knows. It is he who brings orders from the rebel leader—and no one knows him, either. It is said even Sashai has never seen him. But it is clear to all that our scribe is smitten with this Lily-Faced One here, this Flower of Loveliness....\" Sahure's world-weary, indifferent eyes rested a moment on Mara—faintly amused, detached—as they might have rested on a stranger, a carven image, a beetle which he had chanced to crush under his sandal. \"As for the others, there is a goldsmith—his name is Nefer—Ashor the innkeeper and his wife, a priest called Djedet, a riverman, Nekonkh, a baker, and several artisans....\"\n\nHe did it easily, casually, as if there were nothing here requiring thought or decision." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He merely opened his mouth and named them off—her companions, her allies, all Sheftu's trusted followers; those who had laughed with her and counted her one of them, who ate Miphtahyah's stew or whispered with Sashai or played hounds and jackals night after night while they waited for orders—named them, and so murdered them, one by one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara stood dry mouthed, sick, and numbing all over, gazing at last into the face of treachery, with which she had been flirting so long. She could not wrench her eyes away from that unbelievable, sinuous figure with its twisted shoulder, its gestures of fluid grace. It seemed as if evil itself were loose in the room.\n\n\"Enough, enough,\" Nahereh was saying absently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We can net all those when we choose, like a school of fish. It is the scribe who interests me, this mysterious Sashai. There, juggler, is a fish who might be worth catching. In fact—I think we will cast our net... Chadzar!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye, master.\"\n\n\"Call the soldiers back. There'll be another raid—tonight. At once. Stay, send me only their sergeant, I'll give my orders to him.\"\n\n\"What of her?\"\n\nNahereh's cold eyes moved to Mara." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Later. I want plenty of time for that. Plenty of time. Send her to her chambers and post a guard by her door. Perhaps it had better be you... nay, I want you for this other. Put her under guard. Find a guard with a whip.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He smiled thinly at Mara. \"We will meet again, Too-Clever One.\"\n\n\"Come,\" muttered the Libyan.\n\nMoving like one in an ugly dream, Mara walked beside him through the other doorway, waited while he chose a burly soldier and growled instructions, went on again with her new guard through the halls, up the outside stair to the upper corridor, and at last into her own room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He left her there, standing motionless among the familiar gilded butterflies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A moment later she heard the bolt grate home, then the creak of wood as her jailor settled back against her door.\n\nIt was some moments before she became dimly aware of the sounds of movement and chatter from the next room. At first she resisted them vaguely, as one brushes away a buzzing fly. But in spite of herself the numbness began to wear away, the fog to clear from her mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was Inanni and the Syrian women she heard in there, talking calmly together as on any other evening, perhaps putting away their games and embroidery, yawning good night...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was another door—the one opening onto the hall from that sitting room.\n\nNo use, she thought. It's but a step down the hall, the guard would see anyone who went in or out. He guards that one too, or might as well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without plan or any hope, she moved across her room and passed through the tapestry-hung door into the sitting room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had been right, the Syrians were in the act of dispersing to their sleeping chambers. A few of them paused to look at her in mild surprise; Inanni's face showed a flicker of swift anxiety.\n\n\"Mara! I thought you were... Is anything wrong?\"\n\n\"My princess,\" said Mara in a voice that sounded strange even to herself, \"could I—speak to you a moment?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For as long as you like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inanni murmured something to Dashtar, waved all of her women out of the room, and hurried over to Mara. \"Sit you down. Your face is ashen. Shall I fetch water?\"\n\n\"Nay—I'm all right—stay with me, please, my princess...\"\n\nGrasping blindly at Inanni's hand, Mara sank onto a couch and to her own bewilderment, burst into despairing tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mara! Oh, oh, oh, something terrible has happened, has it not? I felt it the moment you came in here.... There, now, you shall tell me about it in a moment, don't try yet, all's well, all's well....\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, Amon, I've no time for weeping, I must stop this!\" Mara brushed the tears angrily from her face, only to be overcome with fresh ones. \"Everything's tumbled about my ears, Princess, all's over, all's wrecked, smashed—Sheftu tried to kill me tonight. He couldn't do it—quite—but my master can and means to and will.... There's a guard outside my door now. And I must get out! I must warn them.\"\n\nAs coherently as she could, she told the story—the ship, the black moment in the alley, her flight from Nekonkh, then from Reshed—and the terrible scene she had just witnessed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ai, Princess, that juggler is the Evil One himself! It was the way he did it—carelessly, without passion—as if lives are of no more value than onions, and naught means anything! Osiris! I knew not what evil thing I played with, I did not know it would be like this, I didn't understand!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mara, Mara...\" Inanni stroked her hair, trembling. \"Is there nothing you can do?\"\n\n\"Nothing. I can't leave these rooms. Even if I could, I'd never get outside the gates. I'm snared fast as a bird in a net.\"\n\nInanni stilled suddenly, then seized Mara's shoulders in both hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait. Mara, it's possible that—it may be that I can help you to get out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You what? How? What—\"\n\n\"Hush, let me tell you. Do you remember Sherimi, the Syrian woman in the Court of the Weavers, the one I—\"\n\n\"You've been seeing her, I knew that.\"\n\n\"She has a family outside the gates, Mara, in the City of the Dead. Often she goes home to them each night, though if the work presses, here, she stays on until it slackens, and sleeps in a little room off the servants' wing. She is in the palace now, I talked with her this afternoon and she said she would sleep within the walls tonight. But if she were to change her mind, if she were to rise from her couch now and go home to her family outside the gates, taking a young Syrian maid with her...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mara was on her feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ai, praise and thanksgiving be to— Quick, Princess! Find me Syrian clothes, all the scarves and shawls and thick skirts you can gather— Stay! Do you think—she'll do this for me?\"\n\n\"She will do it for me, Mara,\" said Inanni softly. \"We have comforted each other, and it is as if I were her daughter, and she my own kin.\"\n\nMara stood for one silent moment, searching the simple, tranquil face and glimpsing a world which she had never known—a world of friends and kin, who shared bread and trouble alike, and comforted one another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you would do it for me?\" she whispered." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"With all my heart. It is not much I do—\" Inanni started for her bedchamber, then hesitated. Suddenly she rushed back to seize Mara's hands, her plump face creased with anxiety. \"But it is much, and more than much, that you do, Mara! Oh, think carefully! Once outside the walls you could go free.... They will kill you if you go to that inn, you said so yourself—\"\n\n\"I don't care! I don't care! Make haste, the clothes!\"\n\nInanni dropped her hands and flew to the door of her bedchamber." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nuit the Starry One, goddess of the sky, arched her spangled body over the land of Egypt and gazed down serenely on its sleeping thousands. In palace and villa and hovel they slept, long of eye, with their amulets about their necks, each stiffly pillowed on his headrest of wood or carven ivory or gold. The sailor slept on his vessel on the Nile, the priest in his temple cell, the beggar in his lane. The scent of lotuses and the river and the black earth rose like the very breath of night to delight Nuit's nostrils, and the cat slept, and the waterfowl slept, and the dead slept in their spices and wrappings, deep in the tomb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But not everyone slept." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In Bubastis, in the North, a thief prowled the night; in Abydos three surgeons worked over an old man who moaned in pain; and in Thebes two men argued in tense and urgent whispers in an alley.\n\nThe eyes of Nuit rested on these two with mild curiosity. One was young, dressed as a scribe; the other a burly riverman. They seemed agitated and in anxious haste; presently they left their alley and moved swiftly, but with great caution, down another, glancing always from side to side as if searching for someone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nuit became aware that there were other dark figures scattered throughout the alleys and byways of this particular area, hiding in twos or threes, sometimes venturing forth, also searching, until they found others." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The scribe discovered one such group, joined it eagerly, and gave whispered orders, then hurried with his companion toward the river.\n\nThere was a small papyrus boat bobbing against one of the ladders of the wharf, which Nuit had not deemed worth her notice until the scribe and the riverman dropped into it and paddled in silent haste out across the Nile. The eye of Nuit was distracted; for a time she was engaged in admiring her own starry reflection in the dark mirror of the water; when she remembered the two men, they were already scrambling up the opposite bank and starting at a run through the streets of western Thebes. At a corner within sight of the palace wall, near a clump of acacia trees, they halted, held a brief conference, then separated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The riverman melted into the thick shadows under the acacias; the scribe made his way by lane and back alley into the district of great walled villas to the northwest." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was moving with the utmost caution now, and he grew warier the closer he approached a certain broad street lined with sycamore figs, and an estate of noble proportions which fronted on it. Nuit was pleased; the sycamore was sacred to her, and its glassy leaves mirrored her own beauty, as well as emitting the delicate, sharp scent most welcome to her nostrils. Because of the sycamores, she looked with favor on the estate whose walls the scribe was circling stealthily, and smiled when he scaled the wall by means of its vines, slipped through a corner of the large date grove, and approached the great columned, silent house set in its midst. She watched him until he gained an inner courtyard by the servants' wing, and knocked softly on a door. Then the faint cry of a woman in Menfe reached Nuit's velvet-dark ear, and remembering her duties as protectress of mothers and childbirth—for was she not the mother of great Osiris himself?—she turned her attention to another drama." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara swam up slowly out of her sea of dark oblivion. Someone was splashing cold water into her face, and shaking her roughly.\n\nThey will only beat me again, she thought, keeping her eyes shut. I'll pretend...\n\nBut even as she planned it she gasped and cringed as the hand touched her raw shoulders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's but feigning now,\" said Nahereh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Up on your knees, you!\"\n\nBut it was not his voice which forced her eyes wide open suddenly, jarred her whole mind alert. It was another voice, outside in the anteroom, and a stir among the soldiers who stood nearest the doors.\n\n\"Up on your knees, I said!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "repeated Nahereh. Then, impatiently, \"What is that? Who's outside there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A noble who demands admittance, Excellence,\" mumbled one of the soldiers. \"He seems most—\"\n\n\"Let him in,\" commanded Hatshepsut.\n\nMara raised herself to her knees, disregarding the pain the movement caused her. It couldn't be—it mustn't!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it was. The tall doors swung open and an arrogant, gold-decked figure she had never thought to see again strolled through them and bowed with debonair grace toward the throne." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good evening, Radiant One! Excellencies, rejoice!\" remarked Lord Sheftu.\n\nHe did not glance at Mara, nor did she at him, after her first agonized recognition. Her attention froze on Sahure, whose sudden intent frown showed that it was only a matter of moments until the jeweled collar and golden headcloth would no longer confuse him. Had Sheftu noticed him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He must have, and he must be all but reeling from the shock of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ai, why did he come! thought Mara. Whatever plan he'd had in mind, it was defeated before it began.\n\n\"You might rather say good morning,\" the queen was remarking irritably. \"Have we turned night into day, or is it your habit, Lord Sheftu, to visit the palace at this hour? I supposed this audience was secret.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your Radiance, it is difficult to keep anything secret in the city of Thebes, when both servants and rivermen gossip like magpies—often with each other. I felt my place was by Your Majesty's side. However\"—the smooth voice took on a note of amusement—\"I seem to have overestimated the emergency. Where are the criminals, Daughter of the Sun? Surely my lord Nahereh's adroit and fearless coup netted more than one wretched slave girl!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A poor catch indeed, but all we have,\" returned the queen, frowning at Nahereh, who had gone red with anger. \"And the stubborn wench has told us naught!\"\n\n\"Perhaps she knows naught,\" suggested Sheftu carelessly. \"But whether she be innocent or guilty, Your Majesty has been ill-advised in the manner of questioning her,\" he added, with a glance at Senmut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The maid looks half-dead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Should she defy pharaoh and go unpunished?\" snarled Senmut.\n\n\"Nay. But on the other hand, of what value is her corpse?\"\n\nMara listened breathlessly. By Amon! Already he had contrived to make the whole matter seem vaguely ridiculous, and the count and Lord Nahereh a pair of fools." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Could it be possible that— Then she glanced at the juggler and her heart sank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His narrowed eyes were gleaming. He had realized the truth. But would he dare accuse so great a lord? He could prove nothing...." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If Your Majesty will allow me,\" Sheftu was saying easily, \"I might soothe the maid a little, tempt her with some small reward—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nay, we've tried that. My majesty offered her both gold and freedom. She scorned them.\"\n\n\"She scorned them?\" Sheftu was not acting now, and there was a note in his voice that stirred Mara to a deep, unreasonable joy. As if he could not believe what he had heard, he repeated, \"She refused a bribe?\"\n\n\"Aye, she did, the wretch!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a little silence, and when Sheftu spoke again his voice shook almost imperceptibly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In that case, naught on earth can unseal her lips. Perhaps, after all, she knows nothing....\"\n\n\"And perhaps she knows much!\" It was a new voice—Sahure's. It rang loud and derisive through the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you know more—Sashai!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every head jerked toward the juggler, still crouched on his knees but now pointing a long, accusing finger at Lord Sheftu.\n\n\"How dare you speak without permission?\" gasped the queen.\n\nSheftu went on at once, as if good breeding alone forbade him to notice an outrageous interruption. \"And if she knows naught, Your Majesty—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait!\" cried Count Senmut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let the juggler speak! Did he say 'Sashai'?\"\n\n\"I did, Lion of Courage and Wisdom! That is Sashai—he who stands before you in fine raiment and gold! He is the scribe of the Falcon—the same, the same!\"\n\nThe queen rose to her feet. \"What is this babble! Do you know of whom you speak, insolent fool? That is Lord Sheftu, son of Menkau the Friend of Kings, and my trusted courtier!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He is also Sashai, Your Magnificence! He is the same, I swear it!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sheftu's amused voice broke in. \"Who is this madman? He intrigues me.\"\n\n\"Of course he's mad!\" cried the queen. \"He offends my majesty! Take him away, Nahereh.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your Radiance, wait!\" Count Senmut stepped forward, and the harsh furrows of his smile deepened slowly in his face as he studied Sheftu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Surely my lord would be even more intrigued if this juggler could prove his claims. That would be amusing, would it not? Speak, juggler! Have you proof?\"\n\n\"I have, Lion of Wisdom!\"\n\nThe queen stiffened. Nahereh pulled the juggler toward him, and Mara caught her breath in sharp and sudden fear.\n\n\"You can prove this accusation?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "burst out Nahereh. \"Speak, then, quickly!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let his Highest Excellence the Architect look upon the left wrist of the great Lord Sheftu—\"\n\nOh Amon, it's over, it's all over, he's lost! thought Mara, and the fragile bubble of hope that had been growing in her burst, all in an instant.\n\n\"What will I find there?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "asked Count Senmut, moving toward Sheftu stealthily, like a great cat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"An amulet of strange design, Highest Excellence. I have not seen it this night, for his wrist is hidden from me, here where I kneel. Nevertheless I will describe it to you, for I know it well, aye, well, from the wrist of Sashai....\"\n\n\"Describe it, then!\" Senmut seized Sheftu's wrist, and hiding it from the juggler with his own body stared down at it.\n\n\"It is a twist of flax thread strung with seven green beads, and knotted seven times. There is a flat bead of carnelian in the midst of the seven, inscribed on both sides. Is it not as I say, Excellence?\"\n\nSlowly the Architect's eyes climbed up to rest on Sheftu's immobile face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is as you say.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He flung Sheftu's wrist down. \"Here is your traitor, Radiant One—the incorruptible Sheftu!\"\n\n\"Osiris!\" whispered the queen, dropping back upon her throne. \"It cannot be! It cannot be!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "For Mara, time itself seemed to halt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then Sheftu sighed, shrugged, and turned to Count Senmut.\n\n\"So it is over, comrade,\" he said. \"We had best admit everything, had we not? But it is sad, that in spite of all our precautions—\"\n\n\"We!\" Senmut was staring at him, suddenly ashen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Great Amon, what are you saying?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hatshepsut fairly screamed. \"Do you tell me that Count Senmut, too—\"\n\nThe Architect whirled to her. \"Majesty, it is a lie! He but seeks to drag me down with him! Radiant One—you do not believe—\"\n\n\"Oh come,\" put in Sheftu coolly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The game's over. We've been comrades, let us die like men.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Curse you! You'll die like a rat, here and now—\" Senmut sprang upon him savagely, a knife flashed upward, only to clash upon another that seemed to leap of itself into Sheftu's fist. In an instant the room was pandemonium; Nahereh's cloak fanned Mara as he rushed forward, Hatshepsut was on her feet, shrieking orders that brought soldiers flying from every corner of the room. Mara, torn between terror and wild elation, found herself standing erect, hurling defiance at all of them at the top of her voice. Then the knot of soldiers around the two men burst apart, Nahereh staggered back, and there was Sheftu, held fast by two soldiers, with his fine robe torn but his eyes flashing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the floor at his feet sprawled the body of Count Senmut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So!\" breathed Hatshepsut. \"One is gone—and the other shall follow!\" Her voice rose with fury. \"You stand condemned of treason and murder, my lord Sheftu! At sunrise you die.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And my secrets with me,\" taunted Sheftu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The queen's features seemed to freeze; for the first time Mara saw a glint of real fear in her eyes. \"What mean you? There are others?\"\n\nSheftu laughed softly, and pharaoh rose as if the sound itself drew her to her feet. \"Cease this mockery! What secrets?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, what? And when is it to happen? And who will do it? Count your hours, Hatshepsut, for there are few left, and you will not enjoy them. Who can you point to now and say with confidence, 'He is my friend'? Your court is full of traitors, and you know them not! But I know them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He is gambling for time, thought Mara. On what frail hope she could not imagine, he was taking one last chance, playing on the queen's one weakness—her fear for her throne. And he was doing it as skillfully as a harpist plucks his strings. Hatshepsut was standing rigid, with panic in her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What traitors?\" she cried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Their names die with me.\"\n\n\"And their plans as well! Son of the Devourer, what can they do without their leader?\"\n\n\"My death will be as nothing to them. It will be as a stone thrown into the Nile in the time of inundation! Do the waters stop for a stone? The plans are made, Hatshepsut, and the hour is near. You will know your enemies when they strike.\"\n\nFor an instant Hatshepsut's face was sickening to gaze upon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then slowly she straightened, and something of her cold beauty returned as she forced herself under control." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sat down slowly, stiffly, and grasped the arms of her throne.\n\n\"Lord Sheftu,\" she said, \"let us approach this in a different manner. Why go to your death when you might serve me in Count Senmut's place—when you might own the choice lands that were his, tax free—when you might be the most powerful man in Egypt? All this I could give you, or more—whatever you asked! Surely there is some treasure you crave?\"\n\nSheftu hesitated and a gleam of triumph appeared in Hatshepsut's eyes. At last he said, \"Aye, there is, Majesty.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The queen let out her breath slowly and relaxed, leaning back with a faint smile twisting her lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Soldiers! Release his lordship,\" she commanded.\n\nThe men loosed their hands and stepped back. Sheftu stood free. At once he turned, strode quickly to Mara, and took her in his arms. Mara, in a rapturous confusion at the unexpectedness of it, barely heard the queen's outraged exclamation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she felt with all her heart the gentleness with which Sheftu held her, taking care not to touch her blood-stained shoulders, and she heard his murmur in her ear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, Mara, my beloved Mara, I would I could save thee, but they come not, and it will soon be too late....\"\n\n\"Who comes?\" she whispered.\n\nBut the queen's mocking laughter cut in. \"This is your treasure, Lord Sheftu?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye. The greatest treasure in Egypt—a maid whose loyalty cannot be bought. Whatever bargain we make, Daughter of the Sun, must include her freedom.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mara did not see what signal the queen made to the soldiers; but suddenly she and Sheftu were jerked apart and held fast, and Hatshepsut was on her feet, her voice lashing at them.\n\n\"We will make no bargain! Nahereh! Bring forth your Libyan and instruct him to beat this maid to death before his lordship's eyes. Unless—did you wish to speak, Lord Sheftu?\"\n\nMara flashed him a terrified glance and saw that Hatshepsut had found her weapon at last. All Sheftu's cool poise had shattered in an instant; he was fighting his captors like a madman—though his lips were shut tight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Begin, Libyan,\" ordered Hatshepsut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lash curled through Chadzar's fingers like a lazy black serpent, then struck. The pain was nauseating; through it Mara heard Sheftu's furious voice, and though she could not understand what he said, she screamed out, \"Don't speak! Don't speak! It will not last long—\"\n\nIt would not last long at all, she thought dimly as the lash came down again. Already the blackness was closing in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had had too much." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the next blow she would feel nothing....\n\nBut the next blow never fell. For an instant she could not distinguish the strange new sound she was hearing from the roaring in her own ears. Then she realized this new roar came from outside; men were running, shouting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And suddenly Hatshepsut was crying out orders in a strange, hoarse voice, and Mara felt herself dumped like a discarded burden as the soldiers leaped over her and ran...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The big doors burst open.\n\nMara struggled painfully to rise, staring about her at the wildest confusion. Soldiers were everywhere, pouring into the room in endless streams, clashing in hand-to-hand combat with those ranged around Hatshepsut, who stood screaming orders before her throne. Nahereh fell as Mara watched, and the gnarled old general who had struck him down whirled as the juggler crept past toward the inner door, seized him, flung him bodily into the arms of two archers—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A shadow fell across her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mara! Oh, Amon, no hand but mine shall slay that misbegotten Libyan!\" Sheftu scooped her up, cursing incoherently, carried her to the far side of the room, and thrust her into a pair of strong and sheltering arms she recognized with wonder as Nekonkh's. As Sheftu whirled away again, she heard the captain's comforting growl in her ear. \"Now, little one, all's well at last, everything's out of our hands, our task is done. Rest, little Blue Eyes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He flung his cloak about her, and with a deep sigh of gratitude Mara buried her face in the rough folds of his tunic, and shut her ears to the noise of conflict, and shut her eyes...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she opened them, she knew not how much later, all was strangely quiet. She twisted about in Nekonkh's arms, which instantly loosened, and for a moment had the peculiar sensation that she was back with Inanni, in Hatshepsut's formal court. Once more the big room glittered with the jeweled collars of courtiers. But now the walls behind them were lined thick with soldiers—those wearing the scarlet helmets of pharaoh's bodyguard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The courtiers, headed by Sheftu, stood in two ranks down the length of the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At one end of the open aisle thus formed was the dais, the great throne, and Hatshepsut standing motionless and stiffly erect, with her black hair falling in a cloud about her cold and beautiful face, and the cobra on her brow.\n\nAt the other end, approaching her with the stride of a conqueror, came the long-fettered king.\n\nThutmose stopped before the throne and spoke. \"Come down.\"\n\nThere was a pause, during which not a head moved, not a finger stirred." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then slowly, haughtily, Hatshepsut descended the steps of the dais and stood before him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He reached out and jerked the coronet of Egypt from her head. Then, still without turning his eyes from hers, he beckoned someone in the crowd. A servant stepped forward, bearing a tray on which rested a golden cup full of some dark liquid.\n\nFor just a moment Hatshepsut's gaze wavered, as she looked at the cup." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then it returned unflinchingly to Thutmose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You show little mercy, half brother,\" she said bitterly.\n\n\"I show much! I grant you leave to die by your own hand, rather than another's. Take the cup and drink.\"\n\nHatshepsut was silent, and the mask of youth fell suddenly from her face. \"So be it! I will drink, and forget. But you will not forget, nor will these others, though you chisel my cartouche from every monument in the Double Kingdom! My works stand, Son of the Lesser Wife, and they will eclipse yours, and your sons', and those of all pharaohs after me, so long as the land of Egypt is watered by the Nile! You cannot kill the name of Hatshepsut the Glorious! Now, give me the cup. But I am pharaoh and I will not drink it here, in the presence of my enemies! Stand aside, that I may pass.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a sweep of her fragile, flowing robes Hatshepsut turned and bore the golden cup to her private chambers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thutmose followed her. The door closed quietly behind them.\n\nA sound like a sigh passed through the crowd in the throne room, but no one stirred from his place, though Sheftu turned to seek Mara's eyes across the space that separated them. It seemed a long time before the inner door opened again, and Thutmose stepped forth—alone. At sight of the royal cobra on his brow, the entire company fell to their knees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the king walked straight to Sheftu, raised him, and grasped his shoulders in both hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a low conversation unheard by any save themselves, then both turned toward Mara, and Sheftu quickly crossed the space of blood-stained floor and took her hand.\n\n\"Beloved—come with me, unless your hurt is too great....\"\n\nConscious of a hundred eyes upon her, Mara followed him painfully but with pounding heart down the double line of kneeling courtiers to the king.\n\n\"So,\" said Thutmose in the gentlest tone she had ever heard him use." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is the little interpreter who has saved Egypt and me this night.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was silent a moment, then lifted his hand to touch his lips and forehead in the salute of respect. \"Blue-Eyed One, never again shall you cover your shoulders. I declare your scars to be medals of gallantry greater than any I could bestow, and it is my will that all the Black Land look upon them, and learn the nature of courage.\" Gravely he lifted a massive gold chain from his own neck and placed it around Mara's. \"Count Sheftu,\" he added, raising his voice so that it carried to all parts of the room, \"I advance your status to Nearest Friend and Advisor of Pharaoh. Your place is at my right hand as long as I rule Egypt. But I charge you now, leave me and find the most skilled physician in Thebes to treat this maid's wounds. Farewell, and the gods go with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned away from them, and as they moved once more down the long room, they heard his confident and vigorous step advancing toward the throne." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A moment later his voice rang out.\n\n\"In the name of Ra the Shining One and of my father, whose royal will decreed it, I claim my heritage as pharaoh of the Two Lands and sole ruler of Egypt!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of David Connor.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of David Connor.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a David Connor sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was a dark and stormy night, October 27, 1863,\" our Civil War reenactor instructor said, peering out at us over his wire-rimmed glasses. \"If it wasn't then, it sure is now.\" He had a big smile. Everything about him was big, his shoulders and chest, the reddish bushy beard that covered most of his face, and his boots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Guy must have had size fourteen feet, at least." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The sky was angry, its noise as loud as artillery fire.\"\n\nRight on cue—BOOM!—a clap of thunder rattled the casement windows set in concrete block all around us. I jumped. Loud noises weren't really my thing.\n\nWe were down in the basement of a beautiful antebellum home that was now a museum." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Upstairs, according to the website I'd scoured, the furnishings were antiques, the walls covered in original brocade paper, the windows with silky drapes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where we were stuck, everything was musty, gray, and dank.\n\n\"The Battle of Browns Ferry had one purpose,\" our leader continued. \"Food. After the Confederate victory in Chickamauga left thousands of union soldiers trapped and starving in Chattanooga, General William S. Rosecrans telegraphed Lincoln with dire news, stating our hold here could not be assured.\"\n\nI couldn't remember the instructor's name." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wanted to say Philip?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There were very few nighttime battles during The Civil War,\" he read from a hardcover text book eerily similar to one I'd used in high school more than a decade prior, \"but this was one of the more significant.\"\n\n\"Come do a reenactment with me,\" my brother-in-law, Rip, had said. \"It'll be fun,\" he'd told me. So far, it felt a lot like studying for a final." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I checked my phone for the football scores, Rip nudged me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\"\n\n\"Pay attention, Goose.\"\n\n\"I'm listening,\" I said.\n\nTruthfully, I wasn't. Yeah." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could be immature sometimes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd giggled when Rip and I first drove under the sign that read Welcome to Cocke County.\n\n\"It's pronounced like the soda, you freak,\" he'd told me. \"Not the body part.\"\n\nI kind of thought we'd put on the uniforms, run around like kids, and yell \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I pictured it being like a production of Hamilton, only with different costumes, setting, plot, and music I would make up in my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had no idea so much effort was put into these things to make them accurate. We were learning about The Battle of Wauhatchie, which took place in Tennessee and Georgia. About thirty of us had gathered on the grand southern estate to relive those two days in history.\n\nAccording to that website I'd read over and over ahead of time, our lodgings had everything, from stunning architecture, to famous historic visitors, to secret tunnels, to ghosts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What it didn't have on the level we were stuck in, were enough bathrooms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were only three, which meant I'd have to fight ten or fifteen other guys at shower time in the morning, unless being accurate to the era meant we were going to go into battle stinky. At almost thirty, I was too old for that frat house crap.\n\n\"Jesus!\"\n\n\"What?\" Rip whispered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The lightning.\" The entire room had turned blue for half-a-second, accenting a bunch of backpacks and several dozen sleeping bags." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wished more than ever I was in one of the comfy rooms upstairs, with air conditioning, a soft mattress, and drapes to shut, so I wouldn't have to see Mother Nature's light show. We weren't allowed to sleep up there, though. All sorts of rules applied that it was likely assumed we, as Neanderthals, would be incapable of following. The house's management had little faith in us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Checking out some of the stains on some of the undershirts not quite covering some of the bellies around me, I could see their point." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At any rate, we were stuck in an annex at basement level, with bathroom amenities that looked as if they'd come from another period in history as well. I was guessing the 1970s.\n\n\"You afraid of thunder?\" Rip asked me.\n\n\"No.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kind of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old home's exterior was white, with beautiful columns and terraces outside the upper and lower rooms. The wrought iron railings were sculptural and ornate. They'd captured my eye the moment Rip and I had driven up the long, winding driveway. I kept drawing them in the notebook I was supposed to be using for actual notes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I liked to draw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pay attention,\" Rip said to me again.\n\nI focused in once more on our speaker.\n\n\"Thirty-five of us will work to reopen a route to Chattanooga from Browns Ferry on the Tennessee River,\" Paul said. Or was it Peter?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I checked my notebook to see if I had written his name down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And five of you will be the starving soldiers.\"\n\n\"What do they do?\" I asked Patrick. According to my scrawling, his name was Patrick.\n\n\"Just lie around, um, starving,\" he answered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pretend starving, or are you telling us we don't get to eat? Is the food authentic? What did they eat in 1863?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, it's called the 'Cracker Line' operation, Mr. Tucker.\"\n\n\"Call me Goose,\" I said.\n\n\"Okay, Goose. My point is, there will be crackers, for one thing.\" Patrick smiled. \"Also, coffee, and tea…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yum.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is this your first time with us, Goose?\"\n\n\"Yeah. That obvious, huh?\"\n\n\"It's fine. I like questions. I also like to keep things as authentic as possible. Just think, if going twenty-four hours without eating is hard, imagine what those soldiers must have felt like day after day. If you can come away from all of this with a sense of understanding and appreciation for the plight of these frightened, hungry, devoted, patriotic men, well, I'll have done my job. Is there anything else you'd like to know?\"\n\nDamn. Suddenly, I felt pressured. \"Um…Nope. Proceed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I turned to Rip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I should have packed more snacks. I wonder if there's a convenience store nearby.\"\n\n\"Why didn't you ask?\"\n\n\"After Pat said all that about appreciating the soldiers? I'd have come off as a pretty big jerk, don't you think?\"\n\n\"You said it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We can have beer, right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shh!\"\n\n\"Currently,\" Patrick explained, \"following previous battles not as successful as we might have liked, the confederates have occupied positions that require us Federals to bring in supplies from the Stevenson railroad. We must travel via wagon, up the Sequatchie Valley, and then south, over Walden Ridge, to the north bank of the river opposite Chattanooga to get rations where they are needed. The sixty-mile route is treacherous and winding. After rainy weather, this trek was taking our men over a week, and our animals were breaking down.\"\n\n\"There's not a test after, is there?\" I muttered.\n\n\"Shut it!\" Rip scolded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Patrick mentioned a man named \"Baldy Smith\" I chuckled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rip sneered. I had a feeling he was already regretting his decision to include me, as much as I was regretting saying yes.\n\nRip and my sister had done so much for me. I owed them. This was step one in paying them back, except I was every bit as frustrating as a Civil War reenactment partner as I was as a depressed and isolating relative.\n\n\"Baldy Smith,\" Patrick said again, \"has devised a way to open a shorter route via Kelly's and Browns ferries.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Patrick pulled out a brittle, yellowed map we all had to gather closer to see." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guy really knew his stuff. \"To do this, we must first drive the Confederates from Raccoon Mountain. With the approval of Major General Ulysses S. Grant, Hooker's force at Bridgeport will secretly move across here.\" He traced the route with a small wooden pointer. \"One group will lead the advance along the line of the railroad south of the river toward Wauhatchie.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pointer showed that proposed journey as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ours will cross northwest of Whiteside to join them. At Chattanooga, we will all drift downstream, past the enemy, to Browns Ferry, where we will secure the heights overlooking the site. We will have to fight off a small counterattack, but victory shall be ours.\"\n\nI was late in joining the rousing Hoorah!\n\n\"Hoorah!\" Better late than never, I figured.\n\n\"Another brigade will then cross at Browns' Ford's north bank,\" Patrick told us, \"and a pontoon bridge will be erected. On the morning of October 30, forty thousand rations and tons of forage will have arrived because of our efforts.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Cracker line is open. Full rations, boys!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once again, everyone else seemed rehearsed. The exclamation came in force, with me as an echo. \"…rations, boys!\"\n\n\"We'll all meet back up here at eleven,\" Patrick said, \"in full garb, to prepare to start the reenactment. In the meantime, feel free to roam the grounds.\" The torrential rain pouring down challenged the notion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Or not. Maybe take the opportunity to relax and get to know one another before we start.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Patrick fixed his glasses. They were always crooked. \"There was downtime during war. The bond some of these men formed with one another is something else I hope we can replicate in the short time we have. Our mission will be grueling,\" he continued, \"but once again, keep in mind it's nothing compared to what these actual young men went through in real life. You'll all be leaving here alive.\"\n\nAnother loud crack of thunder had me airborne. \"Fuck!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As our compatriots dispersed, Rip was giving me stink eye." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're not taking this serious,\" he said.\n\n\"Seriously…\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I believe, seriously is the word you want. I'm not taking this seriously. You know History. I know English.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jerk.\" Rip walked away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What? You're really mad?\"\n\nHe headed for the door in the rear of the basement and went out into the storm.\n\n\"I'm angry. Angry is an emotion. Mad is an affliction.\"\n\nOkay, so I wasn't the only grammar cop in the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You coming?\" Rip held the door for me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was pouring, but an awning overhead kept him dry. As lighting lit up the entire black Tennessee sky twice in a matter of seconds, I wondered if the overhang would do anything to protect us from that.\n\n\"I guess.\" I went out. \"I'll behave. Don't be angry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rip and I had known one another since entering junior high as Richard and Max." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Richard\" to \"Rip\" wasn't much of a stretch. I don't even recall how it came to be. My last name, Tucker, prompted another classmate to call me \"Tuck,\" then \"Tuck, Tuck, Goose,\" and eventually, just \"Goose,\" which might as well have been on my driver's license by the time I'd turned twenty. No one in my life, not family nor classmates, army buddies, nor lovers, called me anything else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rip was family now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He and my sister would celebrate five years as husband and wife in December. Another friend of his had dropped out on the reenactment weekend late on Thursday. That was when Rip started begging me to come.\n\n\"Playing pretend doesn't really sound like my idea of fun,\" I'd said, lying on the couch trying to concentrate on Gran Turismo on my PlayStation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You stare at that game twenty-four seven. It's exactly your thing,\" he'd argued." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, but this is three fingers and a thumb. I'd have to put on pants and move my legs. It's a whole thing.\"\n\nI'd been accused of being anti-social, a hermit. That was nonsense. I left the house daily. I worked, as a cleaner at a big box store." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nElena Graf" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Melissa had to ask three times before she found the right baseball diamond. The town park had multiple games going on simultaneously, and the place was swarming with pre-teen girls in colorful uniforms. Unfortunately, Melissa had forgotten to ask Courtney the school colors. She ought to know them by now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd seen enough signs around town for car-wash fundraisers, banners congratulating graduates, and the school band marching in parades." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As one of the summer people, she'd never paid much attention, but if she wanted more than a summer fling with the assistant principal, she probably should.\n\nAren't you getting ahead of yourself? You spend a half hour drinking coffee with a woman, and you're already thinking of a possible relationship? Slow down!\n\nSome of her hurry came from her lack of opportunities for sex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd broken up with her girlfriend, a pediatric surgeon at Dana Farber, right before Hanukkah." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her friends in Boston attempted to play matchmaker, and she'd tried online dating, but what was the point if you couldn't get together with your prospective dates?\n\nMelissa finally found the home team. She'd read in the local paper that the Hobbs Hawks had recently changed their name because their former moniker, Hobbs Tomahawks, disrespected Native Americans. Now, instead of an Indian hatchet, the team logo was a hawk in flight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The graphic was an improvement, but Melissa hated to side with conservatives, who objected because \"it's always been that way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She spotted Courtney across the field. She waved to her and she waved back. A ball whizzed past Melissa's ear, reminding her that she should have taken the long way. When Melissa was in school, girls only played softball." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now, they played baseball too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Being hit by one of those could be painful.\n\nAlthough Courtney had the entire top bleacher to herself, she moved over to make room for the new arrival.\n\n\"Hey, Melissa. I wasn't sure you'd make it. Thank you for coming.\"\n\n\"I came to root on the home team.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Melissa's guarded message, her way of trying not to seem too eager, fell flat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She tried again. \"I want watch the soccer moms supporting their daughters.\"\n\n\"It's a baseball game,\" Courtney pointed out dryly.\n\n\"I see that. I'm no expert when it comes to sports, but that much, I know.\"\n\n\"I'm not athletic either, but Kaylee's dad is a phys ed teacher. He coached the girls' team in her school. Of course, she had to be on it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Courtney pointed to a slim girl in the outfield." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's my daughter, number fourteen in the outfield. She's athletic, unlike her mother, who can't catch to save her life.\"\n\n\"Don't feel bad. I can't catch either.\"\n\nCourtney smiled, seemingly pleased to learn that they shared this deficit.\n\n\"Baseball is such a slow game,\" complained Melissa, stretching out her long legs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've never understood what people see in it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Me neither.\" Courtney moved closer. \"I was afraid I'd scared you off.\" When Melissa gave her a quizzical look, she added, \"When I told you about being bi.\"\n\n\"Honestly, I'm not sure what bi means, and I may have acquired some bad attitudes. I'm willing to be educated.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Courtney smiled. \"Since I'm in the education business, you came to the right place. It's not a deal breaker, is it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney's anxious expression was touching. Melissa patted her thigh reassuringly.\n\n\"I like to think I'm open minded, but my mother will probably object to you because you're not Jewish.\"\n\n\"You're Jewish?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come on! You didn't know? With a name like Morgenstern?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorry. There weren't many Jewish people where I grew up.\"\n\n\"Then hopefully you don't know about all the stereotypes.\"\n\n\"I'm afraid I don't.\" Melissa studied Courtney to make sure this wasn't a joke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman couldn't really be that sheltered, but apparently, she was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"People say we're too aggressive, too clannish, too entitled…\"\n\n\"Is it true?\"\n\n\"Like all ethnic prejudices, there's probably the tiniest grain of truth, cultural traits that are exaggerated in some women, more in my mother's generation than in ours.\"\n\n\"I've never dated a Jewish woman before,\" Courtney admitted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So, we're both in for a new experience.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm looking forward to it,\" said Courtney with a warm smile like the one that had turned Melissa's head when they'd first met.\n\nThere was a loud cheer from the ball field, but they didn't turn to look. \"I think we're missing something,\" Courtney said, finally releasing Melissa's gaze.\n\nMelissa saw girls scrambling on the ball field, and the ball zinging from one base to another, but what had happened beforehand wasn't immediately clear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The people on the bleachers on the other side of the field began cheering and jumping up and down, so she assumed the development wasn't good for the home team." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She glanced at the scoreboard. Another run was posted to the visitors.\n\nMelissa scrutinized the behavior of the girls on the field. There was nothing \"girly\" about them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They meant business. What a change from when she was growing up!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were always the \"jock girls,\" even in her mostly Jewish school in New York, where academics were far more important than sports. The coach of the girl's basketball team had encouraged Melissa to try out because she was so tall. She made the team, but she was uncoordinated and sat on the bench for most of the games. She'd only stuck out the season because her father hated \"quitters.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm glad you came.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney gently patted Melissa's knee.\n\n\"Me too.\"\n\n\"Maybe you can come over for pizza after the game?\"\n\n\"You found a place in Hobbs that makes good pizza?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Melissa asked with exaggerated surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney laughed. \"It's better than most places up here. You'd think a resort town would have a dozen good pizzerias.\"\n\n\"Nothing like New York pizza.\"\n\n\"I beg to differ,\" said Courtney. \"Pepe's in New Haven makes the best pizza in the world.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You lived there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nearby. In Branford. I got my administration degree from Quinnipiac.\"\n\n\"The place that does all the polls?\"\n\n\"Among other things.\"\n\n\"What made you want to be a principal?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Connecticut public schools pay well, but the real money is in administration. That wasn't the only reason, of course. I love teaching., and I love kids. The superintendent liked me and encouraged me to go for an advanced degree.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Melissa listened carefully, storing away the information. One thing she'd learned in legal practice was to collect details that might be useful later.\n\n\"Where did you go to college?\" asked Courtney.\n\n\"Radcliffe. My father really pushed me to get into one of the Seven Sisters. He went to Harvard Law. So did I.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Courtney gave her a look between admiration and disapproval. \"Rich girl, huh?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not really. Dad worked hard to get into Harvard Law. He didn't come from big money. His father was a rabbi.\"\n\n\"I shouldn't make assumptions about people,\" said Courtney, patting her hand. \"Sorry.\" Melissa's hand tingled at the touch of Courtney's.\n\nShouts from the ball field made Courtney suddenly jump up and cheer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nice play, Kaylee! Way to go!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned to Melissa with a grin. \"You can always tell the sports mamas.\"\n\n\"I like the way you encourage your daughter.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" said Courtney, looking pleased." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she sat down again, she sat close enough for their hips to touch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After that, Melissa's mind wasn't on the game. She took her cues from Courtney and the others on the home team bleachers about when to groan or cheer.\n\nWhen the game was over, there was a brief meeting of the team with the coaches before the girls streamed off the field with their bats and gloves. The slim girl Courtney had pointed out headed to where they sat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come meet my daughter,\" said Courtney, stepping down the bleacher." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Melissa felt the girl's eyes taking her in. They were the same warm brown with gold flecks as her mother's. She was a blonde too.\n\n\"Kaylee,\" Courtney said, \"I want you to meet Melissa Morgenstern.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hello, Ms. Morgenstern.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hello, Kaylee. You can call me Melissa.\" The girl turned to her mother, who nodded permission.\n\n\"I'm in the school system, so she's been encouraged to be more formal with adults.\"\n\n\"A little formality is good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Melissa reached out her hand to Kaylee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl's felt a little sweaty, but she had a good grip. Good for you, Melissa thought. It's never too early to learn the value of a firm handshake.\n\n\"The pizza place is on the way home. It's a little hole-in-the-wall general store that caters to fishermen. We live near the brook that feeds Jimson Pond.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hear it's nice out there, although I hardly ever venture over the highway to the other side of Hobbs,\" Melissa admitted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe you'll have an excuse now.\" The little suggestive twitch of Courtney's brow surprised Melissa. She wasn't sure what to do with it, especially because she preferred to be the one who made the first move. Her solution, as usual, was to take charge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you tell me the address and what you like on your pizza, I can pick it up and bring it over.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, this one's on me. You paid last time, and you promised. Besides, Kaylee likes to come in and choose her sodas. The brewery in Portland makes craft sodas, and this place has a fill-your-own-six-pack deal. She thinks that's the coolest thing.\"\n\nMelissa decided not to argue about who would pay. Hopefully, there would be other occasions to fight this battle. Obviously, she had more resources than Courtney, but creative socialism could wait until they knew one another better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She browsed the store while they waited for the pizza to bake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like many general stores in Maine, this one had a wide variety of items—everything from Band-aids to potato chips. There was an old-fashioned refrigerator full of snap-lid paper containers of night crawlers and mealworms, but right next to it was a display of craft beers from all over New England. Beside the shelf of white bread and split-top hot dog rolls was an impressive selection of wine. Melissa chose a pinot she'd tasted and enjoyed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a few dollars more expensive than she'd pay in town, but she didn't mind giving a little extra to a small business." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You ready?\" asked Courtney, locating her in the wine aisle.\n\n\"Just let me pay for this, and I'll be right with you.\"\n\n\"That's a lot of money for a bottle of wine,\" said Courtney, looking at the price on the shelf.\n\n\"But it's worth it. You'll see.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Melissa followed Courtney down the country roads." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Good thing the satellite signal was strong in most of Hobbs because she doubted that she could ever find her way out of the maze of back roads. In this rural part of town, there were only signs at major intersections. It would be easy to get lost, especially in the dark. Was that hopeful thinking?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That it would be dark when she left?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The days were longer now that summer was approaching.\n\nThey arrived at one of the neglected trailers common in the back country, but the interior was clean and tidy. \"You led me to expect a dump,\" she said as she followed Courtney into the house. \"This is actually a sweet, little place.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I like to set expectations low and exceed them,\" Courtney said, dropping her school bags on a bench with a gingham cushion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's much too expensive for what it is, but I found out about the job just as the summer tourist season was getting started, so I couldn't be too choosy.\" She called down the hall in the direction Kaylee had disappeared. \"Take a shower, honey. Then we can eat.\"\n\n\"It must be hard to be a single parent,\" Melissa observed as Courtney put the pizza in the oven to stay warm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It wasn't much easier when Doug was in the picture. He coached every sport possible for the extra money. He was busier after school than I was.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took a corkscrew out of a drawer and put it on the counter. \"Will please you open the wine?\"\n\nMelissa was pleased to have something to do while Courtney raced around the kitchen, bringing plates to the table and folding paper towels to use for napkins. \"I suppose we could use some glasses. Do you mind not using the wine glasses? They're delicate and need special care. I've already broken most of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course. Anything that holds wine is good with me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney took out three sturdy juice glasses. Melissa filled two of them, handed one to Courtney, and they clicked. \"Welcome to my humble abode.\"\n\nKaylee returned with wet hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Melissa noticed her toenails were painted bright green with sparkles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took the remaining juice glass and popped the lid off a brown bottle. \"I love blueberry soda,\" she confided, pouring the pale-violet liquid into the glass. \"It's my favorite.\"\n\n\"Everything is blueberry up here,\" Melissa said, \"but that looks good.\"\n\n\"Want a taste?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Melissa hesitated. \"Sure,\" she finally said and took the glass Kaylee was offering. \"It is good.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She felt Courtney studying her as she spoke to her daughter and realized she was making subtle assessments. She hoped she'd passed the test.\n\nThey were silent while they ate, sitting at the tiny table in the dining room. The pizza was a New-York style, thin crust type, and a passably good imitation of the real thing, well seasoned and not overly greasy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My sister has two girls your age, Kaylee. They're coming up to visit this weekend. Would you like to meet them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney was watching the interaction cautiously. Maybe she didn't like the idea that Melissa was negotiating directly with her daughter.\n\n\"They're the same age?\" asked Courtney. \"Are they twins?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, but not in the usual sense. My sister and her partner did in vitro fertilization. They had the same sperm donor. Each carried her partner's fertilized egg. Instant family.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh,\" said Courtney. Melissa listened for hints of judgment, but she didn't hear any.\n\n\"Becca was invited to give a guest sermon at St. Mary's by the Sea because June is Pride Month. Apparently, the opening of the Episcopal summer chapel is a big event in Hobbs. Would you like to come along?\"\n\nCourtney's eyes widened. \"I'm not religious,\" she said quickly and downed the rest of her wine.\n\n\"I'm not either, but with a sister who's a rabbi, I need to show up…to support family, of course. And it's a beautiful setting. There's an outdoor chapel with the altar overlooking the ocean. You've met Lucy Bartlett, the rector, at your 'coming out' meeting the other day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Either Courtney didn't get the double meaning or was deliberately ignoring it for Kaylee's sake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, I remember her, the woman with the red hair and the beautiful smile.\"\n\n\"That's the one.\"\n\nMelissa waited patiently while Courtney chewed her pizza, evidently considering the invitation. \"Will your mother be there too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course. She's one of Becca's biggest fans.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you think, honey?\" asked Courtney, turning to her daughter.\n\n\"Sure, Mom. If you want to.\"\n\n\"Okay, then,\" Courtney concluded with a nod. \"I guess we're going.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\nfour sentences\n\nStyle:\nElena Graf" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney sat on the balcony deck overlooking the pine forest and savored the quiet. Usually, she couldn't wait for a moment alone. Kaylee was always at her elbow, or someone at school needed her attention. Being completely alone was refreshing but strange." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kaylee was spending her first weekend with her father in his new apartment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd finally gotten a coaching and phys ed job at a high school in Waldo County. Coaching for the football season had already begun, so he was finally drawing a salary. He'd worked out an arrangement to pay the back child support, which meant Courtney could continue looking for a new place to live. For now, the apartment over the doctor's garage was working." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wished Doug had stayed on the West Coast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The idea that her ex was nearby still made Courtney anxious. He acted so proprietary, especially when Melissa was around. Courtney imagined him extracting information from Kaylee when she spent time with him. Maybe he did, but so what?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were divorced. She wasn't doing anything illegal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew it was all in her head, but she felt like he was watching her. When she'd mentioned it to Melissa, she was kind enough not to laugh. \"I think you're projecting your feelings of guilt onto him. You're still not comfortable being with a woman, are you?\"\n\nIt was shocking to hear, but Melissa's assessment was probably right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Courtney still worried that someone at school might find out and cause problems at school." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She nudged Melissa away whenever she tried to show public affection, even something as innocent as a kiss on the cheek. She certainly didn't want any repercussions impacting her daughter, although Kaylee seemed to be adjusting to life in Hobbs better than she was.\n\nFrom the little deck, Courtney watched Liz Stolz come into the backyard with a beat-up drywall bucket. She pulled on some gloves and began weeding a garden bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The classical music streaming through a small speaker was pleasant rather than intrusive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few minutes later, Lucy Bartlett come out of the house with her laptop. She was barefoot, but she wore a large, floppy hat. A redhead that fair would certainly need to be careful of the sun. Courtney couldn't hear what they were saying as they sat together on a bench, but they were obviously deep in conversation about whatever was on the screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Liz took the laptop and typed rapidly before returning it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucy kissed her sweetly on the lips and headed into the house.\n\nWhen her landlord returned to her weeding, Courtney saw an opportunity to talk to her. She hadn't expected to enjoy the company of a woman old enough to be her mother, but she did. When they talked, Courtney wasn't even aware of an age difference, although she still wanted to call her Dr. Stolz." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Courtney headed out through the back door of the garage into the garden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Liz noticed her approach and sat back on her haunches. \"Hey, Courtney. What brings you? Everything all right over there?\"\n\n\"Yes, it's great.\"\n\n\"That's good. Being a landlord can be a real pain in the ass. That's one reason I never pushed to make that apartment legal. I get enough emergency calls from my friends to fix leaks and fried appliances. I don't need them from a tenant too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I appreciate you making an exception for me and Kaylee. I've heard from some of the teachers that I'm not the first stray you've taken in.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Liz laughed. \"That's true. I'm glad to help when I can.\" Liz gestured to a nearby bench. \"You're welcome to keep me company as long as you don't mind if I work. I want to get this bed done before dinner.\"\n\n\"No, please, go ahead. I interrupted you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You and the redhead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Liz took out her phone and lowered the volume of the music. \"You by yourself today?\"\n\n\"Yes, and I'm not used to so much quiet. Melissa is visiting her sister in New York. Kaylee is with her father.\"\n\n\"It's a shock to be completely alone when you're used to having people around. I had to get used to it again. Fortunately, I enjoy my own company.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think I used to like mine. Since I became a mother, I'm almost never alone, so I don't know if I like it or not.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, that comes with the territory. Then they go to college, and you're stuck with yourself again. Lucy's going through a little empty-nest syndrome now that her daughter went back at school.\"\n\n\"Why doesn't Lucy come out and enjoy this beautiful day?\"\n\n\"She's a vampire,\" said Liz with a completely straight face. Courtney couldn't stop herself from bursting into laughter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Liz smiled until she regained her composure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really, Lucy needs to stay out of the sun. That's why she walks on the beach before sunrise. Redheads are especially susceptible to skin cancer.\" Liz gazed in the direction of the house. \"And she's on a tight deadline. The first half of her doctoral dissertation is due at the end of the month.\"\n\n\"I admire her for going back to school at her age.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Courtney realized Liz's grunt was actually a chuckle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do too Who goes back for a doctorate in their fifties? It's not like she'll get a raise at her job, but she's been wanting to write this book for a while. She thinks those extra letters after her name will give it more authority.\"\n\n\"It was really hard for me to go back to school as an adult.\"\n\n\"I know what you mean. After I became chief of surgery, I went back for a master's in administration so I could talk to the suits at Yale. At a certain point in your career, you think you know everything. Nothing like being back in school to put you in your place.\"\n\n\"What's Lucy's book about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sex.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney tried to hide her surprise but just couldn't. \"Not really.\"\n\nLiz put her hand up. \"I swear. Ask her. You can bet she'll be out here soon. She's in a real panic today.\"\n\n\"I hate writing,\" Courtney admitted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was the worst part of going back to school.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney watched Liz yanking out the crabgrass. \"I'm not distracting you from your work?\"\n\n\"Not at all,\" said Liz. \"I'm happy to see you outside, enjoying the good weather. Are you comfortable in that little apartment?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's perfect. When Melissa stays, it's a little tight, but it's perfect for now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door of the house opened, and Lucy came out into the garden. \"Courtney! How wonderful to see you!\"\n\n\"Hello, Mother Lucy.\"\n\n\"Oh, please. Just call me Lucy. No collar on today,\" said Lucy, pointing to her throat. \"I'm off-duty.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I bet you're never really off-duty,\" said Courtney." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucy sighed. \"Not really. Neither is Liz, but we like to pretend, right?\"\n\n\"That's right.\" Liz got up. \"I bet you have a question.\"\n\n\"It can wait. Let me visit with Courtney. I hardly ever see her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucy took the seat beside her on the bench." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been meaning to bring Kaylee to church more. I think it's important for children to grow up with religion.\"\n\n\"Why?\" asked Lucy, her green eyes curious.\n\nCourtney hadn't expected that question. She had to think for a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's what I was always told, that it's important to give children a moral foundation.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I never discourage anyone from coming to church,\" said Lucy, \"but a moral foundation should come from the parents. The Church should only reinforce it.\"\n\nLiz shot Courtney a warning look. \"Don't get her started. Lucy has unconventional views about everything.\"\n\nLucy moved a little closer to Courtney." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where's Kaylee today?\" Her tone sounded warm and interested rather than intrusive, so Courtney felt compelled to answer her question." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"With her father. Melissa's in New York visiting her sister. The twins are celebrating their birthday.\"\n\n\"So, you're by yourself?\" Lucy asked. \"Why don't you join us for dinner?\" She turned to Liz." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We have enough, don't we?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Liz rolled her eyes. \"Yes, we have plenty. Lucy is cooking, which is always an adventure.\" Liz's expression told Courtney this was an inside joke that she shouldn't touch.\n\n\"Thank you, Lucy. I'd love to.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Liz and Lucy conferred for a moment about her question." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Courtney watched her walk back into the house, her bare feet gingerly avoiding the debris on the stone walkway.\n\n\"You two are so cute together,\" Courtney said, inadvertently speaking her thoughts aloud.\n\n\"Cute,\" Liz repeated disdainfully. \"Shocking, isn't it? Older women fall in love.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Liz made big eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They even have...gasp!...SEX!\" She laughed. \"I guess that's hard for someone your age to imagine.\"\n\nCourtney tensed, anxious that she might have offended her landlord and someone so important in town. \"I didn't mean it that way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure, you did. When I was your age, I couldn't imagine it either. But I don't think of myself as old. In my mind, I'm probably younger than you are.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really?\" asked Courtney, intrigued. \"How old do you think you are?\"\n\n\"Late twenties. Early thirties. Don't ask Lucy how old she thinks I am. She'd probably say, twelve.\"\n\nCourtney laughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How old do you think you are?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Liz asked, yanking out more crabgrass. She shook the dirt off the roots before she tossed it in the bucket.\n\n\"Early thirties,\" said Courtney after a moment of thought.\n\n\"See? We're all cases of arrested development.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Liz threw the last batch of weeds she'd dug up into the drywall bucket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I'll call it a day. I'll never get any work done between you and Lucy.\"\n\n\"I should go and let you work. I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Don't apologize all the time. Women apologize too much. I invited you to stay.\" Liz picked up the pail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, come on. Let me get you something to drink and see what Lucy is up to.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the way to the house Liz dumped the weed pail in a compost bin at the corner of the garden. \"See those two beds by the fence? If you're still here next year, they're available if you want to plant a garden.\"\n\n\"Thank you. The truth is, I have no idea where I'll be next year. Melissa keeps talking about saving up money to buy a house.\"\n\n\"Is that what you want?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Liz asked, rinsing her hands under the outdoor spigot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know. I just went through a divorce. I'm not sure I'm ready to jump into another commitment.\"\n\nLiz nodded. \"I get it. I swore I'd never get married again. But never say never, right? Things change.\" She glanced in the direction of the house.\n\n\"Melissa seems more interested in living together than me. She brought it up. But she seems pretty entrenched over at her mother's. I just don't know if I'm ready to live with someone again. It's enough living with Kaylee.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Melissa Pearl.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of Melissa Pearl.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a Melissa Pearl sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "7:05pm\n\nNate had that faraway look in his eyes again.\n\nHer lost boy.\n\nSally squeezed his middle, trying to pull him out of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His expression made her want to cry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He never spoke about what he was thinking, but she was pretty sure when he looked like that, his mom's death was running through his mind. Sally had lain next to him when he dreamed. She'd heard his murmured whispers.\n\nAlthough it had been twenty-six years ago, Nate had never gotten over his mother's death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clearing her throat, Sally nudged Nate with her hip until he blinked and looked down at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled and winked at him, which made his lips twitch the way they always did around her.\n\nShe loved their secret smiles and magnetic connection.\n\nShe'd felt it the first time she met him. He'd been standing in the ER waiting room, scribbling messy notes on his pad, working a case." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone had been brought in after a vicious assault, and he was in the process of interviewing the victim's family, trying to solve the case as quickly as possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was always his way. He hated injustice more than anything, and finding criminals drove him in a way that even she didn't understand.\n\nHe'd been so intense, listening to the traumatized family as they waited for news of their precious son. His voice had been soft and even, applying just the right amount of pressure to get the answers he needed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally had stood transfixed, falling hard before she even knew his name." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her family never understood it. They'd never fully welcomed Nate into the fold, always wary of the man of few words who wore a frown more than a smile. They didn't get what Sally saw in him, and she'd given up trying to explain. Maybe because it just got too damn hard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't help that Nate always found work excuses to get out of \"family time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't help that Nate found work excuses to get out of everything.\n\nThe knot in her chest tightened and she blinked to hide her frustration.\n\nShe didn't want her family knowing how lonely the days could be. How she didn't know what to say to Nate to make him understand that she missed him, that she wanted to be more important than his work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her parents and siblings didn't need any more reasons not to like her brooding boyfriend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Should we go sit in the living room?\" Sally tugged on Nate's waist to lead him out of the kitchen.\n\n\"I don't know,\" he murmured. \"Will your brother try to kill me with one of his death rays?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally giggled. \"Oh, come on. Just ignore him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was easier said than done. Emmett was a large, imposing force, which was what made him such a good Marine. The funny thing was, he and Nate were more alike than either of them would admit. They were both quiet, motivated by justice and very protective of the people they loved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If only they could see it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nate reluctantly followed Sally to the living room, giving Emmett and Xavier a tight smile before sitting in the corner of the couch. Annabelle placed a plate of pre-dinner snacks on the coffee table and gave Nate a demure smile before tucking the skirt beneath her legs and sitting down.\n\nXavier and Emmett were battling it out in a game of verbal banter. Sally shared a grin with Annabelle and sat down to enjoy the show." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Threading her fingers through Nate's, she tried to get a word in edgewise but she didn't know enough about Warcraft to have any input." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was the one area her brothers played well in—video games.\n\n\"Forever boys,\" Annabelle mouthed and rolled her eyes.\n\nSally giggled and stole a glance at Nate. He was watching the brothers, scratching the edge of his mouth and looking thoroughly left out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to nudge him, to encourage him to join in the conversation, but she knew deep down that her brothers would never make room for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It freaking hurt, but she didn't know how to fix it.\n\nBesides, Nate wasn't into gaming.\n\nThe doorbell rang and Sally shot her sister a quizzical look.\n\n\"I don't know.\" Annabelle shrugged while Xavier groaned and tipped his head back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Annabelle and Sally let out identical laughs before asking, \"What?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's gonna be…\"\n\n\"Oscar!\" Their father's voice was loud and cheerful as he greeted the guest.\n\n\"Oscar! What is this, Surprise Sally Night?\" She grinned, just as her father walked into the living room with his arm around a good-looking man dressed in a charcoal suit and tie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was tall, elegant and lean—like a slightly older version of Xavier with dark, styled hair and clean-shaven cheeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oscar Plymouth was one of her dad's favorite employees. He'd been working at the Chicago office for the past two years, and often flew in to visit the Richmonds. Being from England, he had no other family nearby, and her father had taken it upon himself to look out for the guy. It wasn't a hard task." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Having been raised in a British boarding school, Oscar had the manners of a prince." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was sweet, charming, intelligent and easy to love.\n\nWhich was exactly what the Richmond family had done—loved him, welcomed him, practically turned him into one of their own.\n\n\"Hey!\" Sally jumped up to give him a hug. \"It's so nice to see you. I didn't know you were in town.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oscar lightly pecked her cheek, then acknowledged Nate with a grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Great to see you here.\"\n\n\"Thanks, man.\" Nate nodded, his lips rising into a half smile. \"You in town for the whole week?\"\n\n\"Actually,\" Michael patted Oscar's chest and the younger man grinned, \"Oscar's moving here. He's going to help oversee the Richmond Apartments project near the college.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smooth Englishman laughed at Sally's expression and glided a hand down her back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought your father would've told you guys. Xavier knows.\" He pointed to Sally's younger brother.\n\nSally glanced across the room. Xavier had been gunning for that project." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had practically been his idea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Richmond Construction had already built one big apartment complex near the community college to provide affordable housing for students, but with AFCC expanding its course offerings, enrollment was up and there was need for more, especially larger units that could accommodate young families or multiple roommates.\n\nXavier would have assumed the project manager role was his, especially since he had played such a huge part in getting it off the ground. The poor guy had been desperate for any and all kinds of responsibility since leaving high school, but his father kept pushing him aside, blaming immaturity. Last time they'd had a drink together, Xavier had been sure that this would be the year their father would finally give him a more important role in the company." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But no such luck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wow.\" Annabelle raised her manicured eyebrows. \"Big project.\"\n\n\"Oh yes indeed. It's a little overwhelming, but your father has great faith in me.\" Oscar slid his hands smoothly into his pockets and winked at Sally before looking to Xavier. \"I think Xave and I will make a great team.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're on the project?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally's voice rose with excitement.\n\n\"Yeah.\" Xavier gave her a tight, plastic smile. \"I'm assisting. I guess you could call me Oscar's wingman.\"\n\nTheir father boomed with laughter, no doubt trying to kill any tension, and Sally's mother swooped in to peck Oscar on the cheek and ask him what he'd like to drink." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please, take a seat. Annabelle, move over.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally's mother gave Oscar's arm an excited squeeze. \"Why don't you catch them up on where you'll be living? I'm sure we'll all want to stop by and see your little place.\"\n\n\"Of course. You're all welcome.\" Oscar's gaze glided around the room, including Nate in his invitation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally's chest expanded with relief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oscar had always been so nice to Nate. Having him in town for a while would be great. Maybe he could lighten up the rest of her family.\n\nOscar beamed her a smile, unbuttoning his jacket as he took a seat next to Annabelle and asked how her salon business was going." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of Melissa Pearl." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "5:15pm\n\nThe little boy's wails flooded the emergency room.\n\n\"It's okay, Joshie. Everything's going to be okay.\" His mother's voice trembled, her fear stark on her face as she ran into the emergency room, cradling her son in a towel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally, who happened to be standing at reception, rushed around the counter to examine the child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He fell through the window,\" the mother said. \"I don't even know how it happened, but there's blood. It's everywhere. There's glass. There's so much glass.\"\n\nSally checked the boy's vitals, peeling away the blanket to check out the wounds while the receptionist alerted the doctor. The cuts were nasty, but superficial." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The boy would live." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you have insurance, honey?\" The receptionist started clicking away at the keyboard, setting up a patient record.\n\n\"Y-yes,\" the flustered mother stammered. \"I have my card in my wallet. I…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's get you set up in a cubicle first, and then you can come back and fill in the paperwork.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally smiled kindly and led the panicked duo to the first available cubicle. She directed the mother to place her child down and glanced at Janelle as she walked in with a clipboard and pen. She passed it to the mother and headed back out to reception. The woman held the pen like she'd forgotten how to write." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally smiled down at the boy while pulling on a pair of surgical gloves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's your name, sweetie?\"\n\nHis hiccupping sobs made it hard for him to talk, so the mother responded. \"Joshua. His name's Josh.\"\n\n\"Hey, Josh.\" Sally kept her voice light and friendly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know you're really scared right now, but everything's going to be okay. The doctor's gonna come and check you out, stitch you up, and you'll be home in time for bed, okay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really?\" The mother sagged with relief, tears spilling over her bottom lashes.\n\n\"He's going to be just fine. You don't need to worry.\" Sally started prepping the equipment, and the tray of sterilized instruments was ready to go as soon as Dr. Spurgess appeared from behind the curtain.\n\n\"So, what do we have here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked in his soft, calm way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally explained what she'd observed but knew he'd be making his own judgment after assessing the child. He asked the mother a list of standard questions as he quietly got to work.\n\nHe was an older man who had been looking after the residents of Aspen Falls for the last ten years. The younger doctors looked up to him, and all the nurses adored him because he was such a sweetheart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Quiet-spoken and never flustered, he was perfect for ER." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally assisted until each wound had been cleared of glass, properly cleaned and stitched up.\n\nOnce the boy had gotten over his fear and knew he wasn't dying, he calmed down and was a brave soldier throughout the process. It took a lot of coaxing to keep him that way, and by the time Sally pulled off her gloves and got cleaned up, she was exhausted.\n\nGlancing at the clock, a relieved smile brushed her lips. Home time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't bother getting changed before leaving the hospital." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her pale blue scrubs would need soaking, but she'd strip them off as soon as she got home and jumped into a hot shower.\n\nThe thought made her pick up her pace.\n\n\"Happy birthday, Sal,\" Robert called across the parking lot as he arrived for his orderly shift.\n\n\"Thank you.\" She waved back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sally Marie Richmond!\" someone barked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally spun to see what the problem was and immediately burst into laughter.\n\nOne of her best friends, Lena, dashed around cars, waving frantically. \"You are not leaving without your birthday hug.\"\n\nSally spread her arms wide and caught the girl she'd known since high school." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd gone to nursing school together and had been tight since ninth grade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I love you,\" Sally murmured into Lena's dark hair.\n\n\"Te amo, mi amiga.\" Lena stepped back and smiled at her. \"Mi hermana.\"\n\nSally loved it when Lena called her 'sister.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although Sally came from a close-knit family and already had amazing siblings, she definitely had room in her heart for her three high school besties." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were family too.\n\nLena was one of her favorite people. They played soccer together on a social team, worked together, had drinks together every week. She never got sick of the spunky Latina woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now you make sure Nate gives you the night of your life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lena pointed at Sally. \"I don't want to hear some lame story of you watching a movie in your pajamas.\"\n\nSally grinned. \"He told me to wear something nice.\"\n\n\"Well, that's good.\" Lena tipped her head to the side, her dark brown eyes glistening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He better deliver, Sal. You deserve the best, because you are the best.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have the best.\"\n\nLena's expression told her she wasn't buying it. Sally had obviously moaned too many times about Nate's constant working and the fact that she often felt like an afterthought.\n\n\"It's gonna be great,\" Sally assured her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll see. I'll be back tomorrow with all the juicy details.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You better. I want to hear every single one of them. Even the dirty ones.\"\n\nSally snorted and shook her head. \"Goodbye, Lena. Behave yourself tonight.\"\n\n\"You know I won't,\" she singsonged, tinkling her fingers as she spun and walked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally giggled and sent up a quick prayer on Lena's behalf. She always did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sliding into her car, she started it up and grinned, already calculating how long it'd take to get home and showered. Nate said to be ready by seven, which wouldn't be a problem. Having to share a bathroom with Annabelle had taught her how to be fast. She could be showered, dressed and polished in twenty minutes if she had to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knowing Nate, he'd be a few minutes late, so she'd linger under the hot spray and take her time getting ready." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd earned it.\n\nWorking in the ER was intense. Some shifts were a little quieter, only dealing with fevers and tummy pains. Others were the adrenaline-pumping kind that made Sally's heart wedge into her throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the outside, she remained cool and collected, but her insides felt like chaos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Coming off that high was always draining.\n\nBut she wouldn't give up nursing. Not for anything but babies of her own.\n\nShe loved helping people, saving lives, comforting the broken or afraid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It gave her such a huge sense of satisfaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But another part of her was looking forward to motherhood too. She thought she'd make a good mother—attentive, kind, patient. At least she hoped she'd be all those things. She had a good example to follow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her own mother had been everything they'd needed, always there to kiss the tears away and bandage up the scrapes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered how long she'd have to wait to take that next step in life.\n\nShe'd been with Nate for three years, but the longer they stayed together, the further she felt from becoming a family. He was obsessed with work, and was it really fair to bring a child into that environment? She'd be raising it alone with a father who was never fully there…in the moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gritting her teeth, she shook the thought from her mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't matter.\n\nShe wasn't having a baby tomorrow. She didn't even want one that soon. She was just dreaming ahead—a very dangerous thing to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Parking her car, she grabbed her bag and headed down the path." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rusty's nails scraped the back of the door when he heard the key go into the lock, and Sally reminded herself that she already had a baby.\n\n\"Hey, boy.\" She laughed as her excited golden retriever bounced in front of her. She dropped to her knees and hugged him, scratching his side. \"It's good to see you, buddy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She always used a high, sweet voice with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wasn't sure why; it just seemed natural. He was her baby boy and they adored each other. To Rusty, Sally was the universe, and whenever she was home, he followed her like a loyal companion.\n\nUnable to resist, she put her shower off for a few minutes and went outside to play." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their backyard was small, but big enough for Rusty to get a little exercise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They played catch and wrestled in the cold grass until Sally's teeth started to chatter.\n\n\"Shower time for me, buddy. I've got myself a date.\" Rusty followed her inside and she kept talking to him, telling him all about her day as she got ready for her birthday dinner.\n\nExcitement flitted through her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nate said it would be worth forsaking a party with her friends and family, which meant he had something really special planned." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn't wait to see what it was." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "6:20pm\n\nIt had been ten days.\n\nTen awful days filled with tears and regret and second-guessing.\n\nEach emotion was countered by a different family member assuring Sally that she'd done the right thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd taken two days off work to hug her pillow and cry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her father forced her back to the hospital, knowing it was what she needed.\n\nIt had been.\n\nLena listened to her during every break, again with the reassurances. She was surrounded by them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet it still hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She missed Nate.\n\nAnd even though he hadn't been around much, he'd still been hers. And now he wasn't.\n\nAnd that hurt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To you, Sal!\" Lena called, firing the soccer ball across the field." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally surged toward it but fumbled the move and ended up kicking the ball out of bounds.\n\n\"It's all good. It's all good.\" Lena clapped her hands as the team reset and got ready for the throw in. Sally tried to focus on the ball and get into it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sky was blue, the sun was high." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Spring was in the air, promising warmth and good times ahead. It was usually her favorite season as she shook off the winter blues. But not this year. This year she felt permanently stuck beneath a rain cloud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pumped her arms and ran down the field to get into a better position, or maybe farther away from the ball." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Working up a sweat was good for her, which was why she'd been running so much with Rusty and playing soccer any chance she got. But she couldn't get into the game and was grateful it was nearly over. Social soccer was usually the highlight of her week, and she felt weird not wanting to play. She loved her team, time with friends, drinks afterward, but she'd be foregoing that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All she wanted to do was go home and have a hot bath, then hide in her room with a romantic novel that would make her heart cry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She hadn't found the courage to move back to the little bungalow she'd lived in with Nate, so she was still staying with her parents in the room where she had whiled away her teenage years.\n\nLena dribbled the ball up the field, two players supporting her on either side. Sally halfheartedly ran in that direction but didn't commit. They scored without her, and five minutes later the game ended." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd won, but Sally could barely muster a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lena wouldn't let her get away with it and wrapped her in a tight hug. \"If you think for one second that you're not celebrating this win with us, you're crazy.\"\n\n\"I'm just tired.\" Sally pulled away and tried again for a smile. It didn't really work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm going to head home and—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\" Lena shook her head. \"I've already called Chantel and Bridget. They're meeting us at Nightfall in an hour. You're coming home with me, and we're going to get you spruced up.\"\n\nSally was already shaking her head. \"I really don't feel like doing that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know, but you need to get out there and have some fun. You need alcohol, you need music, and you need some time with your chicas. We will make you smile again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lena cupped her cheek. Her dark eyes warned that she wouldn't take no for an answer, and Sally reluctantly bobbed her head.\n\n\"Yes! Es tiempo de festejar!\"\n\nSally wrinkled her nose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What does that mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's time to party, novio.\"\n\nWith a soft snort of compliance, Sally let Lena drag her off the field. They walked their sweaty butts back to Lena's place and got dolled up. She borrowed Lena's red, backless dress that tied around the neck, the long silk ribbons tickling her bare spine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wasn't a 'dress up and hit the town' kind of girl—at least she hadn't been in the last three years—but as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she did have to admit that she felt pretty hot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her blonde curls rested against her naked shoulders, and the bright red lipstick Lena chose gave her a flirty charm that empowered her.\n\nIt was the first time she'd felt strong since walking away from Nate.\n\n\"Nate.\" She breathed out his name, her insides shuddering with uncertainty.\n\n\"If you even think about him tonight, I'm going to kick your ass. You are single, you are beautiful, and he is not to be a part of this. You understand me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lena's ruby red nail pointed at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, ma'am.\"\n\n\"That's senorita, thank you very much.\" Lena winked and laughed, shaking her tight ass and letting out a shrill kind of war cry.\n\nIt made Sally grin, and she grabbed Lena's hand and followed her friend into the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They took an Uber so they didn't have to be restricted when it came to drinking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lena had grand plans of getting Sally thoroughly wasted.\n\n\"I don't want to be hungover tomorrow. I'm working,\" Sally whined when Bridget laid a tray of tequila shots on the table.\n\n\"Sh-sh-sh.\" Chantel waved her hand as if she was shooing off a bee. \"You can handle a few shots. Come on. We'll dance in between and eat some fries. It'll be fine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally looked to the sky, giving up immediately." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her girls were taking charge, and she was pretty sure she'd have no say in the matter.\n\n\"Alright, alright.\" Lena clapped her hands and raised her shot glass. \"To new beginnings.\"\n\nSally winced.\n\n\"To bravery.\" Bridget gave her a heart-warming smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally's eyes began to glisten." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To hot guys on the dance floor.\" Chantel's tongue peeked out the side of her mouth as she wiggled her eyebrows.\n\nSally cracked up laughing and lifting her shot glass. \"Cheers, you guys.\"\n\nThey all downed the burning alcohol together, then burst into laughter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the tequila filled their bodies, their limbs liquified and inhibitions were thrown to the wind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally was dragged onto the dance floor where she let loose, the music pumping through her in waves. She jumped, she swayed, she shimmied and eventually dragged her sweaty butt up to the bar for a glass of water.\n\nHer head was still pretty level; she just had a warm buzz going on. It made her giggle as she leaned against the bar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You look like you're enjoying yourself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smooth British accent made her turn and gasp. \"Oscar!\" She threw her arms around him and giggled. \"I didn't think this was your kind of place.\"\n\nThe man chuckled and held her steady." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's usually not, but it's been a long day and I needed a drink.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His smile was gentle and warm as he drew back and looked at her. \"Wow. Sally Richmond, you look amazing.\" A warm tingle buzzed through her, and she couldn't help a blushing smile. \"Can I buy you a drink?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, um…I'm kind of here with my friends.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally pointed at the dance floor.\n\nOscar followed her finger and grinned.\n\nSally glanced over her shoulder and saw Chantel jumping up and down, her blonde-streaked hair swaying to the beat. Lena and Bridget were waving and no doubt trying to figure out who the hottie at the bar was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They knew Oscar by name but had never officially met him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We've been besties since high school,\" Sally explained.\n\nOscar's face crested with an expression Sally couldn't decipher, and then his lips turned up in a handsome smile that took her breath away. Geez, she must've been more drunk than she thought. Sally blinked and reminded herself that Oscar had always been good-looking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was smooth, stylish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He reminded her of her father, and there was a certain comfort in that.\n\n\"Why don't you let me buy a round for all four of you, then,\" he said.\n\n\"Oh, I couldn't ask that.\"\n\n\"You didn't ask. I offered.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes sparkled as he leaned close." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His aftershave tickled her senses. \"And it'd be my pleasure.\"\n\nShe couldn't do anything but stupidly bob her head.\n\nAnd Oscar joined the party." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The girls adored him, and Sally could understand why." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was sweet, attentive, generous and charming. He danced. He bought them drinks. He laughed at Chantel's lame jokes—they grew worse with every new shot of alcohol—and he entertained them with stories of merry old England, not afraid to make fun of himself or his English quirks. He even listened when Lena went into a spiel that quickly turned into a mix of unintelligible English and Spanish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was after that when he wrapped things up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can I give you ladies a lift home?\"\n\n\"Oh, we can just call an Uber.\" Sally started hunting for her phone.\n\nHe stopped her with a gentle touch to the back of her hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, I insist. I want to make sure you all get there safely.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Perfecto.\" Lena gave Sally a pointed look, silent screaming, This guy! Fall in love with this guy!\n\nOscar? Was she kidding?\n\nHe was a family friend!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally looked away from her forceful Latina sister and caught Oscar's smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was aimed right at her and filled with something that made her insides warm and mushy. She blushed and glanced down at the table, becoming even more aware of just how drunk she was.\n\nOscar's smiles didn't usually make her blush. In saying that, he'd never smiled at her like that before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was obviously liking the red dress." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shall we?\" He rose and they followed suit, Chantel slipping when she jumped down from the stool.\n\nOscar caught her easily and ended up supporting her out of the bar. He chatted softly with her while Bridget and Lena flanked Sally.\n\n\"I may be slightly drunk…\" Lena started." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Or totally drunk.\" Sally frowned at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But he is hot, he's sweet, he's rich, and he's obviously into you. You have to go for it.\"\n\n\"Would you stop?\" Sally gave her a firm nudge. \"He's Oscar, he's not—\"\n\n\"Lena's so right,\" Bridge interrupted. \"He's a sweetheart.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They all stopped to watch Oscar gently guide Chantel into the back seat of his Mercedes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Enough, you two. You're both drunk. I'm not going for it. Are you crazy? I only just broke up with Nate.\"\n\n\"Rebound sex is not a bad thing.\" Lena's right eyebrow arched as she pointed a finger at Sally.\n\nSally pushed the finger out of her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not talking to you anymore tonight. You just zip those lips, baby girl.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lena sloppily mimed zipping her lips before falling against Oscar's car. Sally winced and mouthed an apology, which Oscar simply smiled at.\n\n\"Here we go.\" He led her around the car and made sure all three girls were secured in the back before opening the passenger door for Sally. \"My lady.\"\n\nSally giggled and slipped into the plush car." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ride home was quiet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chantel fell asleep, so Sally took over directions to her place. Bridget woke her and then offered to stay the night. Chantel replied with a dreamy giggle, and Oscar ended up carrying her inside for Bridget.\n\nSally then led Oscar to Lena's place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she tried to get out, her best friend wouldn't let her, insisting Oscar take Sally home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll bring your stuff to work tomorrow.\"\n\n\"No, Lena, let me out of the car. Let me—\" Her whispers were ignored as Lena slammed the door in her face and wobbled to the front door.\n\nBefore Sally could say she'd go help her, Oscar took off.\n\nShe was stuck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have wonderful friends.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oscar leaned forward and turned on the radio.\n\nSoft jazz wafted into the car. It was a trumpet solo that oozed the cool charm Oscar seemed to perpetually embody.\n\n\"Yes.\" Sally smiled, resting her head back against the headrest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you for looking after us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's really not a problem. I had a fantastic evening…thanks to you.\"\n\nShe swallowed, unsure what to say.\n\n\"I was simply going in for a drink after a long day's work, and to end up spending the night with four beautiful, intelligent women was an added bonus.\"\n\nSally's lips twitched and she quickly changed the subject before she started blushing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How is work going?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's exciting. Working with your father is such an honor. He knows everything about the construction industry and is teaching me so much.\"\n\n\"How about Xavier?\"\n\nOscar hesitated, then bobbed his head. \"He's good. Intelligent. I like his sense of humor.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's driving you crazy, isn't he?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oscar grinned but didn't say anything else. He didn't need to. Xavier could drive anyone crazy, but someone he didn't like? They were done for." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For some weird reason, he'd never really warmed to Oscar the way everyone else had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally figured he probably felt threatened by the guy. Being the youngest of four, Xavier had always had to compete for attention anyway. Oscar was just another thing to get in the way.\n\n\"He'll warm to me eventually. I'm trying to make sure your father gives him some responsibility too. I don't want him feeling like some unimportant assistant. I really want to make him part of the project.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally was touched by Oscar's perceptiveness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you. He'll really appreciate that, even if he doesn't say it.\"\n\n\"I'm trying to be subtle about it, so it looks as though it's coming from your father.\"\n\nHer heart expanded and she couldn't hold back her smile. That was so sweet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She blinked and gazed out the window, suddenly aware that Oscar was taking her to her parents' place without her having to tell him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How do you know…?\"\n\n\"Where you're currently living?\" Oscar gave her a sheepish grin. \"Your father told me about Nate. I'm really sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a deflating sigh, she shook her head. \"It's fine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, it's not. It must be awful.\"\n\n\"It was my choice.\" She shrugged. \"I brought it on myself.\"\n\n\"I don't think your family sees it that way. And don't get me wrong, I like Nate. He's a really good guy, but…if he treated you badly—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He didn't treat me badly, he just…was never there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, well, if Nate had been there, been what you needed, then you wouldn't have broken up with him. So in a way, you didn't bring it on yourself. He did.\"\n\nSally pressed her lips together, her nose starting to tingle with the onset of tears.\n\nHe shot a glance in her direction. \"Sometimes you have to let go of the things most dear in order to make way for something even better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought he was the best,\" Sally whispered, mostly to herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Oscar heard her because he said, \"When you're that close to something, it's hard to get perspective. I think what you've done is extremely brave. And your strength and courage will be rewarded. You just wait and see. There's good things in your future, Sally Richmond. I believe that entirely.\"\n\nShe glanced at Oscar, warmed by his words and sweet smile.\n\nHe slowed to pass through the gates, and she couldn't take her eyes off him. Studying his chiseled profile, she couldn't help admiring the sharp point of his nose and the shape of his jawline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had a different kind of strength than Nate that she'd never noticed before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was soft and elegant. But it was still strength.\n\nBraking next to Xavier's car, Oscar jumped out and rushed around to open Sally's door before she could.\n\nHe held out his hand and helped her as if she were stepping out of a carriage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd never felt more like a princess. \"Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're most welcome.\"\n\nOnce again blushing, Sally looked to the ground and softly whispered a good night before heading for the door. She stepped into the entryway and firmly shut the door behind her. Her insides felt like a maze that she was lost inside of." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't know whether to smile, laugh, cry, or puke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Splaying her hand over her torso, she shuffled to the stairwell just as her father walked out of his office. He pulled the glasses off the tip of his nose. \"Are you drunk?\"\n\n\"Just a little.\" She raised a limp hand. \"The girls took me out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How'd you get home?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He peered out the window. \"Please tell me you didn't drive.\"\n\n\"No, Daddy. Oscar drove me. We met at the bar and he helped us out.\"\n\nHer father raised his eyebrows, his lips pulling into a grin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I like that man.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, he's sweet.\" Sally's right shoulder hitched.\n\n\"He's a good fit for this family. Giving him the chance to live here and work alongside me was the best decision I've made this year.\" Her father's complete lack of subtlety was not lost on her. She gave him a dry glare that made him chuckle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pecked her on the cheek before silently walking her up the stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As soon as her door was shut, she flopped onto the mattress and pulled her pillow against her. Rusty was snoring lightly in his doggy bed. He'd no doubt stir soon and come join her. It would be a great way to end what had turned out to be a good night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She loved her girls, and Oscar had been sweet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But a part of her still missed Nate. The feel of his body next to hers, the subtle scent of his shampoo, the way his arm instinctively wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him, even when he was sleeping.\n\nShe missed the look in his eyes when he studied her from across the room, that little half smile that warmed her insides.\n\nWould it always be like that?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or would those sweet, aching memories eventually fade?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A small part of her hoped not." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of Melissa Pearl.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of Melissa Pearl every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "11:00am\n\nAs soon as Oscar dropped her home, Sally raced inside and got changed.\n\nShe needed to run.\n\nTo be out in the fresh air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To think." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oscar had kissed her before he left. Just a very chaste brushing of the lips, but still, it unsettled her.\n\nShe hadn't kissed another man since Nate, and she couldn't get over the fact that it felt too soon. Too rushed.\n\nHer heart still beat for that infuriating detective, and even though breakfast with Oscar had been lovely and entertaining, she was left crying on the inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted lovely, entertaining meals with Nate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wanted to glance up and catch his blue gaze on her, be warmed by his little wink and the way his lips pulled up into that half smile.\n\nWhen Nate was there and not hindered by a case, he was everything.\n\nWhy couldn't he want her as much as she wanted him?\n\nWhy couldn't he put her first?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come on, Rusty Boy, let's go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She clipped on his leash and took him out the door.\n\nThe sun had burned the clouds away and the air had a crisp, spring freshness to it. Sally relished the clear blue sky, pulling Rusty along at a fast clip until sweat began to drip down her belly and her lungs burned.\n\nShe didn't care. She kept pushing until she'd made it all the way to Bleaker Street." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rusty, his long tongue hanging out of his mouth, took a seat beside her as she rested her hands on her knees to catch her breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was her halfway point and for the sake of her dog, she knew she'd need to take it slow on the way back. She'd probably jog/walk home and arrive thoroughly saturated and smelly.\n\nThat made her smile.\n\nIf Xavier was working at the home office, she'd track him down and hug him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She laughed, but the sound was cut short when she spotted Nate cruising down the road." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was in one of the department vehicles—silver and innocuous. His jaw was set tight, his eyes glaring at the road ahead.\n\nHe didn't see her. Drove right past without a second glance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or had he seen her?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was he just keeping his eyes forward to avoid looking at her?\n\nShe wasn't sure.\n\nBut it almost didn't matter.\n\nThere was a really strong chance that even if they were still together, he wouldn't have given her a glance or a wave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was busy working, and that was all that mattered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on, Rusty,\" Sally rasped. \"Let's go home.\"\n\nShe tugged on his leash and strolled back toward the place she'd spent her teenage years. Her little bungalow on Kent Street was still unlivable. The second she walked in, she'd smell Nate and be flooded with memories of them together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She just couldn't bring herself to go there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Besides, it was nice being home again. Having her family around.\n\nTaking her sweet time, because that was all her legs would let her do, Sally wandered home and eventually walked in the door to the sound of laughter from the kitchen.\n\nShe went there before heading up to a shower and saw her mom patting Emmett on the back, still laughing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was due back to the base in the next few days, and they were all going to feel his departure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The house would be just a little quieter, a little less complete.\n\nSally wasn't in the mood to find out why they were laughing, so she didn't ask. Instead, she got some fresh water for Rusty, gave him a little pet, then turned to get a glass of water for herself.\n\n\"Good run, sweetie?\" Her mom smiled at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah. It's a nice day. Rusty loved it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He looks ready to keel over.\" Emmett stared down at the dog he'd bought Sally for her twenty-first birthday.\n\n\"He's just fine, thank you very much. He'll have a nap and then be a ball of energy again.\"\n\nEmmett winked at her and took her glass, putting it in the dishwasher so she didn't have to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leaning her elbows on the counter, she resisted the urge to ask what everyone was up to that afternoon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't really feel like hanging out. A hot shower and reading a book in bed would be a good way to spend the rest of the day.\n\n\"So…how was breakfast?\" Emmett nudged her elbow, wiggling his eyebrows like only an annoying older brother could.\n\nShe jerked up with surprise. \"How did you—Mom!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" Her mother laughed, wiping down the counter and trying to look innocent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He asked me where you were. Was I supposed to lie?\"\n\nSally groaned and tipped her head back.\n\n\"Oh, stop,\" her mother chided. \"I'm excited you went out with Oscar. He's such a gentleman. Really good quality. Of course I'm going to share that with your brother.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally bit her lips together, hoping they wouldn't bring up Nate and start some kind of comparison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Emmett folded his large arms, accentuating his finely honed muscles. \"What's the big deal, sis? It was just breakfast. I think it's cool. He's a good guy.\"\n\n\"Who's a good guy?\" Xavier sauntered into the room, unbuttoning his shirtsleeves and rolling them up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You ready for lunch, baby?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "their mother asked, turning for the fridge.\n\n\"Thanks, Mom.\" Xavier, unaware of how pampered he was, leaned his hip against the counter. \"Who are we talking about?\"\n\n\"Oscar.\" Emmett started helping his mother with lunch prep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Xavier stuck out his tongue. \"Ugh. Gag me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know you sound like a girl when you say that, right?\" Emmett shot his brother a pitying look.\n\nXavier plucked a grape from the fruit bowl and chucked it at him. Emmett opened his mouth and dipped, catching the grape before raising his hands in the air and cheering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The youngest brother rolled his eyes and turned away from the brother he could never compete with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't like him,\" Xavier grumbled.\n\n\"Who? Emmett or Oscar?\" Sally winked.\n\nIt brought a little smile to Xavier's face, but then he spun to face them all. \"I don't know why you all think he's so freaking wonderful. Plenty of guys could do the job just as well as he could.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Xavier glanced over his shoulder, his expression flashing with concern." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't worry, Dad's not home.\" Sally popped a grape in her mouth and grinned while she chewed.\n\nXavier huffed and shook his head. \"I get that he's a nice guy and everything. I know his parents died and he's got no one else, blah, blah, blah. But contrary to Dad's popular opinion, the sun doesn't actually shine out his ass!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yikes.\" Emmett winced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jealousy looks really bad on you, bro.\"\n\nRaising his middle finger, Xavier flipped his brother off until he was scolded by their mother.\n\nSally snorted as he huffed and walked out of the room.\n\n\"You shouldn't tease him, Emmett.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yvonne flicked him with the dishtowel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your father picking Oscar over him was a hard pill to swallow.\"\n\n\"Why'd he do it, Mom?\" Sally took another grape.\n\nHer mother pulled in a breath and held it for a moment before answering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oscar was better suited for the position. He has been nothing but an exemplary employee since he started at the company. He's got brains, foresight, he doesn't miss a detail, plus he's really good at dealing with people. He's got that British charm working for him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled, but it quickly dropped away. \"Xavier still has some growing up to do. He'll be ready one day. Assisting on this project is only getting him closer to what he wants. If he can do this well, and prove to your father that he's a man, ready for more responsibility, it'll happen for him.\"\n\n\"A man, huh?\" Sally stepped back from the counter with a grin.\n\n\"That's right.\" Her mother nodded, rinsing off the lettuce and shaking it dry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally crossed her arms and cringed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe you need to stop making his lunch for him, then.\"\n\nHer mother jerked still and looked down at the food on the counter before narrowing her eyes at Sally.\n\n\"I'm just sayin'.\" Sally raised her hands and walked out of the room with a giggle.\n\nHer mother couldn't help herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If she had her way, all four of them would grow old together in this big house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had yet to lose a child to marriage or migration. Emmett was the closest with his tours of duty and living on the base, but so far he'd always come home every time he had leave.\n\nEven though Annabelle and Sally had both been in serious relationships, they'd always lived nearby and came back frequently. Her mother loved them coming over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Any time. Any day." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walking into her room, Sally peeled the sweaty clothes off her body and dumped them into the laundry hamper, wondering how long she'd end up staying here being pampered by her mother and avoiding the reality of life without Nate." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with four sentences in the style of Melissa Pearl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "7:00pm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, it's Jess. I've just struck gold.\"\n\nNate straightened up, his heart accelerating in his chest. \"Tell me good news.\"\n\n\"I found Vern Schnyder. At least I think I have.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ash Lake. It's this tiny blip of a place up north, just west of the Boundary Waters. Apparently an old guy matching Vern's description lives in this isolated cabin on the southwest side of the lake.\"\n\nNate was impressed. \"How the hell did you find that?\"\n\n\"There was a credit card transaction from July 2001, for Ash Lake Getaway Motel. Must've been a family holiday or something. Anyway, I called the owner and he doesn't remember that, but he did tell me about a hermit guy matching Vern's description. When I emailed him Vern's photo, he confirmed it for me. Apparently Vern drives past about once a month or so to get supplies, but other than that, he's never really seen.\"\n\n\"So, the motel owner was certain it was Vern?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He was 80 percent sure, which I think is worth a trip. I'm happy to drive out there tomorrow morning and check it out for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nate was tempted to go that night.\n\n\"How far away is it?\" he asked.\n\n\"Google Maps has it at a little over four hours by car.\"\n\nHe looked at his watch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time they got organized, they'd be showing up close to midnight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He winced, knowing the morning was better. Hating that it was.\n\n\"What do you want to do?\" Jessica waited for his decision." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After an irritated huff, he muttered, \"I'll go in the morning.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay. Well, I'm going to knock off for the night, then.\"\n\n\"Thanks for your hard work,\" he said gruffly, still riled over fighting with Sally.\n\nJessica ignored his tone, answering in her usual, upbeat way. \"It's not a problem. As tedious as it's been, getting this breakthrough was like a rush, you know? It's a weird way to describe it. Putting the pieces together and watching them fall into place is such an adrenaline hit. I'm always happy to help you on cases, Nate. I really love it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His lips twitched with a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good to know, Jess.\"\n\nHe understood her feelings completely. He'd been addicted to that sensation for a long time.\n\nTotally addicted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His smile faltered as a small part of him wanted to warn her against it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Don't get sucked in. Don't make it your life.\n\n\"Catch you tomorrow.\" Jessica ended the call.\n\nAs Nate hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket, he glanced to the empty sidewalk and felt it all the way to his core." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally was back inside, sipping wine and smiling at something Oscar was saying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she felt his gaze on her, she wasn't showing it.\n\nHer focus was completely on Oscar, just like Oscar's was on her.\n\nIt should've been Nate in that restaurant, talking to her. Listening to her. Making her feel like she was the only thing in the world." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he'd forfeited that right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd given it up for the thrill of the catch.\n\nWas that what she'd meant when she said she wasn't enough?\n\nThe idea killed him.\n\nDid she not know she'd been everything?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That she did make his life better?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His chest deflated as he was forced to answer his own question. He'd done a pretty shitty job of proving it to her…or showing her just how much she meant to him.\n\nThe idea was a slap to the heart. All that time he'd been praising Sally for being so understanding, but maybe it'd just been an excuse to ignore that niggle of guilt—the fact that he wasn't being the boyfriend she deserved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oscar obviously was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His throat burned with the idea. It made him want to storm into the restaurant and claim her back.\n\nBut he couldn't do that.\n\nBecause he had a long drive ahead of him, and he knew he wouldn't be able to turn his back on this case." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of Melissa Pearl.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of Melissa Pearl every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "7:15pm" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rumbling of Nate's motorbike driving away made Sally flinch. She couldn't resist glancing out the window as he tore away from the curb. And her.\n\nIt hurt.\n\nIf seeing Blaine on Tuesday afternoon had unnerved her, talking to Nate had rattled her like tornado sirens going off in the middle of the night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her insides were crumbling as she reached for her wineglass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your hand is shaking.\" Oscar smoothed his fingers down her arm.\n\n\"Sorry.\" She put the glass back down, trying to focus on the soothing piano music being piped through the restaurant.\n\n\"Hey,\" Oscar cooed. \"You never have to apologize to me. You and Nate were together for a long time, and moving on is hard. He's obviously struggling.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oscar glanced out the window as if to make sure Nate was really gone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yep.\" Sally nodded, tucking her hands under the table and gripping her napkin. \"I guess I wasn't expecting to see him tonight.\"\n\n\"Neither was I,\" Oscar said dryly, a smirk flashing over his face before his gaze softened with tenderness. \"Are you okay, though?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lifting her chin, Sally put on a brave smile. \"I'll be fine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't have to be embarrassed or try to hold yourself together for my sake. If you need to cry into that wineglass, you go right ahead.\"\n\nThe thought made Sally giggle. It was a breathy wisp of sound that could've easily turned into a sob. She pressed her lips together, containing her emotions despite what Oscar had just said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Look, Nate hurt you. He let you down. And that's something I would never do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oscar reached under the table for her hand and brought it back up to the surface. Threading their fingers together, he looked at her with his deep brown eyes. They were soft with affection, as was his voice. \"Sally, you are so important to me. Nothing makes me happier than watching you smile, and treating you to all the things you deserve.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A nervous smile flittered over his face and he dipped his head for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sally's stomach clenched.\n\n\"I know this might seem rushed, and you don't have to say anything in return, but…\" He looked up and swallowed. \"I love you. I love everything about you, and if you'll let me, I will look after you and give you everything you need…everything you desire. If I can make it happen, I will.\"\n\nIt was suddenly hard to breathe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sally was sure it would hurt too much to inhale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So all she could muster was a surprised smile and lots of rapid blinking.\n\nOscar had just confessed his love to her. They'd been dating less than a month. It felt insane. Yet, she'd known she loved Nate by the end of date one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was it that farfetched to fall so fast?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Could she fall in love with Oscar herself?\n\nShe wasn't sure. He was lovely, and kind, and would no doubt care for her and treat her to all sorts of surprises. She did love that about him. He was very romantic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the rumble of Nate's engine pulling away from her played through the back of her mind, she had to wonder if she should let Oscar try and do all the things he'd just promised." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately two sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Because after a month, she knew this much—Oscar Plymouth was a man of his word.\n\nIf he said he was going to be somewhere, he would be, and that scored him a hell of a lot of points in Sally's book." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of Melissa Pearl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "7:20am" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blaine placed another coffee within Nate's reach and moved around to the other side of the desk. They'd pulled an all-nighter, sifting through meager information, trying to find something on Oscar Plymouth while they waited for the photo recognition to come through. Problem was, if he wasn't a past offender, he wouldn't pop up on any law enforcement radar, so they had to work other angles while they waited.\n\nThe board on the wall was covered with notes, small pieces they were trying to merge into a trail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nate had printed out an image of Oscar from the Richmond Construction website." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was cheesy and irritating, a spot for Nate to seethe at when his emotions got the better of him.\n\nThe fight to stay calm was growing with intensity.\n\nJessica, Higgs and Cam had gone out door-knocking through the early hours of the morning, waking disgruntled citizens to find out anything they could. They'd questioned workers on the apartment project, phoned any business Oscar may have had contact with, but many of them were still closed and they couldn't get access to the personal numbers they needed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unless the business had a mobile number on the website, they were screwed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nate had called Kellan hourly since arriving at the station, but Michael Richmond was still convinced that Oscar was innocent, and he was working to pull the ransom money together. He asked to speak to each family member individually, but Yvonne was too emotional to talk, and Michael refused to let his family be harassed.\n\nNate's frustration worked against him every time he got off the phone, and eventually Blaine told him to quit it already. \"Stop trying to fight a losing battle and focus on what we've got.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A new day had dawned, but Nate couldn't see any light through the dark storm clouds enveloping him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gazed down at his watch, having to blink twice before registering the time.\n\nFourteen hours left.\n\n\"Shit,\" he murmured. \"We're running out of time.\"\n\nHe thumped the desk and sat back, fisting his hair and wanting to unleash a scream." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cam walked into the room, distracting him with a slap to the shoulder. \"Drink your coffee.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He jerked forward in his chair. \"Anything new?\"\n\n\"Not about Sally. Sorry.\" She gave him a sad smile and perched her butt on the edge of her desk. \"I just got off the phone with the owner of Highland Timber. He said Oscar was a nice, polite guy who he'd only ever spoken to on the phone. Pretty much the same thing every other Aspen Falls contact has said. Because Richmond vouched for him, no one thought to look any deeper.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nate let out a disgusted sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Michael Richmond is an idiot.\"\n\nCam tipped her head, then slapped him with the manila folder in her hand. \"Is that really the way you should be talking about your future father-in-law?\"\n\nNate's expression buckled, desperation surging through him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're going to get her back, Nate,\" Cam reassured him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And then you're going to marry her and have lots of babies with her and the Richmonds will eventually see the truth.\"\n\nNate forced a calming breath, clasping his hands together and squeezing tight. \"What's that folder in your hand?\"\n\n\"Oh, the sketch artist met with Vern Schnyder yesterday. He couriered it over this morning.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cam flicked the file open and glanced at the picture." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know you don't have time to look at it right now, so I'll just…\" Her voice trailed off, her wide lips parting as she stared at the sketch, then jerked her head to look at the board.\n\n\"What?\" Nate stopped reaching for his coffee.\n\n\"Holy shit,\" she murmured, slapping down the open file in front of him and pointing at the board. \"Look familiar?\"\n\nNate gaped at the pencil sketch, his mind reeling as he compared the two images—the one in the folder and the one on the board." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pencil sketch was definitely a younger version of Oscar, with longer hair and a slightly rounder face, but the similarities couldn't be denied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did Schnyder say the boyfriend's name was again?\" Cam asked.\n\nNate clicked his finger, forcing his fuzzy brain to remember. \"Ja… Jay… Jamie!\" He slapped the table, jerking out of his seat and snatching his jacket off the back of the chair.\n\n\"Where are you going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To talk to Schnyder.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All he remembers is the guy's name.\" Cam made a face. \"He had one interaction with him. He can't tell you anything you don't already know.\"\n\nNate raised his hands in frustration." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then what the fuck do you propose I do?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Talk to me.\" A voice at the door made Nate spin. His head jerked back in surprise as he stared at the guy standing in his office doorway. \"Hey, asshole.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like Guy Gavriel Kay and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Devin was having a bad day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At nineteen he had almost completely reconciled himself to his lack of size and to the fair-skinned boyish face the Triad had given him to go with that. It had been a long time since he'd been in the habit of hanging by his feet from trees in the woods near the farm back home in Asoli, striving to stretch a little more height out of his frame.\n\nThe keenness of his memory had always been a source of pride and pleasure to him, but a number of the memories that came with it were not. He would have been quite happy to be able to forget the afternoon when the twins, returning home from hunting with a brace of grele, had caught him suspended from a tree upside down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Six years later it still rankled that his brothers, normally so reliably obtuse, had immediately grasped what he was trying to do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'We'll help you, little one!' Povar had cried joyfully, and before Devin could right himself and scramble away, Nico had his arms, Povar his feet, and his burly twin brothers were stretching him between them, cackling with great good humour all the while. Enjoying, among other things, the ambit of Devin's precociously profane vocabulary.\n\nWell, that had been the last time he actually tried to make himself taller." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Very late that same night he'd sneaked into the snoring twins' bedroom and carefully dumped a bucket of pig slop over each of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sprinting like Adaon on his mountain he'd been through the yard and over the farm gate almost before their roaring started.\n\nHe'd stayed away two nights, then returned to his father's whipping. He'd expected to have to wash the sheets himself, but Povar had done that and both twins, stolidly good-natured, had already forgotten the incident.\n\nDevin, cursed or blessed with a memory like Eanna of the Names, never did forget." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The twins might be hard people to hold a grudge against—almost impossible, in fact—but that did nothing to lessen his loneliness on that farm in the lowlands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was not long after that incident that Devin had left home, apprenticed as a singer to Menico di Ferraut whose company toured northern Asoli every second or third spring.\n\nDevin hadn't been back since, taking a week's leave during the company's northern swing three years ago, and again this past spring. It wasn't that he'd been badly treated on the farm, it was just that he didn't fit in, and all four of them knew it. Farming in Asoli was serious, sometimes grim work, battling to hold land and sanity against the constant encroachments of the sea and the hot, hazy, grey monotony of the days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If his mother had lived it might have been different, but the farm in Asoli where Garin of Lower Corte had taken his three sons had been a dour, womanless place—acceptable perhaps for the twins, who had each other, and for the kind of man Garth had slowly become amid the almost featureless spaces of the flatlands, but no source of nurture or warm memories for a small, quick, imaginative youngest child, whose own gifts, whatever they might turn out to be, were not those of the land." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After they had learned from Menico di Ferraut that Devin's voice was capable of more than country ballads it had been with a certain collective relief that they had all said their farewells early one spring morning, standing in the predictable greyness and rain. His father and Nico had been turning back to check the height of the river almost before their parting words were fully spoken. Povar lingered though, to awkwardly cuff his little, odd brother on the shoulder.\n\n'If they don't treat you right enough,' he'd said, 'you can come home, Dev. There's a place.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Devin remembered both things: the gentle blow which had been forced to carry more of a burden of meaning down the years than such a gesture should, and the rough, quick words that had followed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The truth was, he really did remember almost everything, except for his mother and their days in Lower Corte. But he'd been less than two years old when she'd died amongst the fighting down there, and only a month older when Garin had taken his three sons north.\n\nSince then, almost everything was held in his mind.\n\nAnd if he'd been a wagering man—which he wasn't, having that much of careful Asoli in his soul—he'd have been willing to put a chiaro or an astin down on the fact that he couldn't recall feeling this frustrated in years." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since, if truth were told, the days when it looked as if he would never grow at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What, Devin d'Asoli asked himself grimly, did a person have to do to get a drink in Astibar? And on the eve of the Festival, no less!\n\nThe problem would have been positively laughable were it not so infuriating. It was the doing, he learned quickly enough—in the first inn that refused to serve him his requested flask of Senzio green wine—of the pinch-buttocked, joy-killing priests of Eanna." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The goddess, Devin thought fervently, deserved better of her servants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It appeared that a year ago, in the midst of their interminable jockeying for ascendancy with the clergy of Morian and Adaon, Eanna's priests had convinced the Tyrant's token council that there was too much licentiousness among the young of Astibar and that, more to the point of course, such licence bred unrest. And since it was obvious that the taverns and khav rooms bred licence...\n\nIt had taken less than two weeks for Alberico to promulgate and begin enforcing a law that no youth of less than seventeen years could buy a drink in Astibar.\n\nEanna's dust-dry priests celebrated—in whatever ascetic fashion such men celebrated—their petty triumph over the priests of Morian and the elegant priestesses of the god: both of which deities were associated with darker passions and, inevitably, wine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tavern-keepers were quietly unhappy (it didn't do to be loudly unhappy in Astibar), though not so much for the loss of trade as for the insidious manner in which the law was enforced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The promulgated law had simply placed the burden of establishing a patron's age on the owner of each inn, tavern, or khav room. At the same time, if any of the ubiquitous Barbadian mercenaries should happen to drop by, and should happen—arbitrarily—to decide that a given patron looked too young... well, that was one tavern closed for a month and one tavern-keeper locked up for the same length of time.\n\nAll of which left the sixteen-year-olds in Astibar truly out of luck. Along with, it gradually became evident through the course of a morning, one small, boyish-looking nineteen-year-old singer from Asoli." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After three summary ejections along the west side of the Street of the Temples, Devin was briefly tempted to go across the road to the Shrine of Morian, fake an ecstasy, and hope they favoured Senzian green here as a means of succouring the overly ecstatic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As another, even less rational, option he contemplated breaking a window in Eanna's domed shrine and testing if any of the ball-less imbeciles inside could catch him in a sprint.\n\nHe forebore to do so, as much out of genuine devotion to Eanna of the Names as to an oppressive awareness of how many very large and heavily armed Barbadian mercenaries patrolled the streets of Astibar. The Barbadians were everywhere in the Eastern Palm of course, but nowhere was their presence so disturbingly evident as it was in Astibar where Alberico had based himself.\n\nIn the end, Devin wished a serious head-cold on himself and headed west towards the harbour and then, following his unfortunately still-functioning sense of smell, towards Tannery Lane." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And there, made almost ill by the effluence of the tanner's craft, which quite overwhelmed the salt of the sea, he was given an open bottle of green, no questions asked, in a tavern called The Bird, by a shambling, loose-limbed innkeeper whose eyes were probably inadequate to the dark shadows of his windowless, one-room establishment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even this nondescript, evil-smelling hole was completely full. Astibar was crammed to overflowing for tomorrow's start of the Festival of Vines. The harvest had been a good one everywhere but in Certando, Devin knew, and there were plenty of people with astins or chiaros to spend, and in a mood to spend them too.\n\nThere were certainly no free tables to be had in The Bird." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Devin wedged himself into a corner where the dark, pitted wood of the bar met the back wall, took a judicious sip of his wine—watered but not unusually so, he decided—and composed his mind and soul towards a meditation upon the perfidy and unreasonableness of women." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As embodied, specifically, by Catriana d'Astibar these past two weeks.\n\nHe calculated that he had enough time before the late-afternoon rehearsal—the last before their opening engagement at the city home of a small wine-estate owner tomorrow—to muse his way through most of a bottle and still show up sober. He was the experienced trouper anyhow, he thought indignantly. He was a partner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He knew the performance routines like a hand knew a glove." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The extra rehearsals had been laid on by Menico for the benefit of the three new people in the troupe.\n\nIncluding impossible Catriana. Who happened to be the reason he had stormed out of the morning rehearsal a short while before he knew that Menico planned to call the session to a halt. How, in the name of Adaon, was he supposed to react when an inexperienced new female who thought she could sing—and to whom he'd been genuinely friendly since she'd joined them a fortnight ago—said what she'd said in front of everyone that morning?\n\nCursed with memory, Devin saw the nine of them rehearsing again in the rented back room on the ground floor of their inn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four musicians, the two dancers, Menico, Catriana, and himself singing up front." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were doing Rauder's 'Song of Love', a piece rather predictably requested by the wine-merchant's wife, a piece Devin had been singing for nearly six years, a song he could manage in a stupor, a coma, sound asleep.\n\nAnd so perhaps, yes, he'd been a little bored, a little distracted, had been leaning a little closer than absolutely necessary to their newest, red-headed female singer, putting perhaps the merest shading of a message into his expression and voice, but still, even so...\n\n'Devin, in the name of the Triad,' had snapped Catriana d'Astibar, breaking up the rehearsal entirely, 'do you think you can get your mind away from your groin for long enough to do a decent harmony? This is not a difficult song!'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The affliction of a fair complexion had hurtled Devin's face all the way to bright red." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Menico, he saw—Menico who should have been sharply reprimanding the girl for her presumption—was laughing helplessly, even more flushed than Devin was. So were the others, all of them.\n\nUnable to think of a reply, unwilling to compromise the tattered shreds of his dignity by yielding to his initial impulse to reach up and whack the girl across the back of her head, Devin had simply spun on his heel and left.\n\nHe'd thrown one reproachful glance at Menico as he went but was not assuaged: the troupe-leader's ample paunch was quivering with laughter as he wiped tears from his round, bearded face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So Devin had gone looking for a bottle of Senzio green and a dark place to drink it in on a brilliant autumn morning in Astibar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Having finally found the wine and the tenuous comfort of shadows he fully expected to figure out, about half a bottle from now, what he should have said to that arrogant red-maned creature back in the rehearsal room.\n\nIf only she wasn't so depressingly tall, he thought. Morosely he filled his glass again. Looking up at the blackened cross-beams of the ceiling he briefly contemplated hanging himself from one of them: by the heels of course." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For old time's sake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Shall I buy you a drink?' someone said.\n\nWith a sigh Devin turned to cope with one of the more predictable aspects of being small and looking very young while drinking alone in a sailor's bar.\n\nWhat he saw was somewhat reassuring. His questioner was a soberly dressed man of middle years with greying hair and lines of worry or laughter radiating at his temples. Even so:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Thank you,' Devin said, 'but I've most of my own bottle left and I prefer having a woman to being one for sailors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm also older than I look.'\n\nThe other man laughed aloud. 'In that case,' he chuckled, genuinely amused, 'you can give me a drink if you like while I tell you about my two marriageable daughters and the other two who are on their way to that age sooner than I'm ready for. I'm Rovigo d'Astibar, master of the Sea Maid just in from down the coast in Tregea.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Devin grinned and stretched across the bar for another glass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Bird was far too crowded to bother trying to catch the owner's rheumy eye, and Devin had his own reasons for not wanting to signal the man.\n\n'I'll be happy to share the bottle with you,' he said to Rovigo, 'though your wife is unlikely to be well pleased if you press your daughters upon a travelling musician.'\n\n'My wife,' said Rovigo feelingly, 'would turn ponderous cartwheels of delight if I brought home a cowherd from the Certandan grasslands for the oldest one.'\n\nDevin winced. 'That bad?' he murmured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Ah, well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We can at least drink to your safe return from Tregea, and in time for Festival by a fingernail. I'm Devin d'Asoli bar Garin, at your service.'\n\n'And I at yours, friend Devin, not-as-young-as-you-look. Did you have trouble getting a drink?' Rovigo asked shrewdly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I was in and out of more doorways than Morian of Portals knows, and as dry when I left as when I'd entered.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Devin rashly sniffed the heavy air; even among the odours of the crowd and despite the lack of windows, the tannery stench from outside was still painfully discernible. 'This would not have been my first or my tenth choice as a place for drinking a flask of wine.'\n\nRovigo smiled. 'A sensible attitude. Will I seem eccentric if I tell you I always come straight here when the Sea Maid is home from a voyage?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Somehow the smell speaks of land to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tells me I'm back.'\n\n'You don't like the sea?'\n\n'I am quite convinced that any man who says he does is lying, has debts on land, or a shrewish wife to escape from and—' He paused, pretending to have been suddenly struck by a thought. 'Come to think of it...' he added with exaggerated reflectiveness. Then he winked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Devin laughed aloud and poured them both more wine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Why do you sail then?'\n\n'Trade is good,' Rovigo said frankly. 'The Maid is small enough to slip into ports down the coast or around on the western side of Senzio or Ferraut that the bigger traders never bother with. She's also quick enough to make it worth my while running south past the mountains to Quileia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It isn't sanctioned, of course, with the trade embargo down there, but if you have contacts in a remote enough place and you don't dawdle about your business it isn't too risky and there's a profit to be made." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can take Barbadian spices from the market here, or silk from the north, and get them to places in Quileia that would never otherwise see such things. I bring back carpets, or Quileian wood carvings, slippers, jewelled daggers, sometimes casks of buinath to sell to the taverns—whatever's going at a good price. I can't do volume so I have to watch my margins, but there's a living in it as long as insurance stays down and Adaon of the Waves keeps me afloat. I go from here to the god's temple before heading home.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'But here first.' Devin smiled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Here first.' They touched glasses and drained them. Devin refilled both.\n\n'What's news in Quileia?' he asked.\n\n'As a matter of fact, I was just there,' Rovigo said. 'Tregea was a stop on the way back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There are tidings, actually." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marius won his combat in the Grove of Oaks again this summer.'\n\n'I did hear about that,' Devin said, shaking his head in rueful admiration. 'A crippled man, and he must be fifty years old by now. What does that make it—six times in a row?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Seven,' Rovigo said soberly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paused, as if expecting a reaction.\n\n'I'm sorry,' Devin said. 'Is there a meaning to that?'\n\n'Marius decided there was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He's just announced that there will be no more challenges in the Oak Grove." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seven is sacred, he's proclaimed. By allowing him this latest triumph the Mother Goddess has made known her will. Marius has just declared himself King in Quileia, no longer only the consort of the High Priestess.'\n\n'What?' Devin exclaimed, loudly enough to cause some heads to turn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lowered his voice. '" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's declared... a man... I thought they had a matriarchy there.'\n\n'So,' said Rovigo, 'did the late High Priestess.'\n\nTravelling across the Peninsula of the Palm, from mountain village to remote castle or manor, to the cities that were the centres of affairs, musicians could not help but hear news and gossip of great events." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Always, in Devin's brief experience, the talk had been only that: a way to ease the passing of a cold winter's night around an inn fire in Certando, or to try to impress a traveller in a tavern in Cone with a murmured confiding that a pro-Barbadior party was rumoured to be forming in that Ygrathen province." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was only talk, Devin had long since concluded. The two ruling sorcerers from east and west across the seas had sliced the Palm neatly in half between them, with only hapless, decadent Senzio not formally occupied by either, looking nervously across the water both ways. Its Governor remained paralytically unable to decide which wolf to be devoured by, while the two wolves still warily circled each other after almost twenty years, each unwilling to expose itself by moving first.\n\nThe balance of power in the peninsula seemed to Devin to have been etched in stone from the time of his first awareness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Until one of the sorcerers died—and sorcerers were rumoured to live a very long time—nothing much would or could come of khav room or great hall chatter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quileia, though, was another matter. One far beyond Devin's limited experience to sort out or define. He couldn't even guess what might be the implications of what Marius had now done in that strange country south of the mountains. What might flow from Quileia's having a more than transitory King, one who did not have to go into the Oak Grove every two years and there, naked, ritually maimed, and unarmed, meet the sword-wielding foe who had been chosen to slay him and take his place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marius had not been slain, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seven times he had not been slain.\n\nAnd now the High Priestess was dead. Nor was it possible to miss the meaning in the way Rovigo had said that. A little overawed, Devin shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He glanced up and saw that his new acquaintance was staring at him with an odd expression." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'You're a thoughtful young man, aren't you?' the merchant said.\n\nDevin shrugged, suddenly self-conscious. 'Not unduly. I don't know. Certainly not with any insight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I don't hear news like yours every afternoon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What do you think it will mean?'\n\nOne answer he was not to receive.\n\nThe tavern-keeper, who had quite efficiently succeeded in ignoring Rovigo's intermittent signalling for another bottle of wine, now strode to their end of the bar, black anger visible on his features even in the darkened room.\n\n'You!' he hissed. 'Your name Devin?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taken aback, Devin nodded reflexive agreement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tavern-keeper's expression grew even more malevolent.\n\n'Get out of here!' he rasped. 'Your Triad-cursed sister's outside. Says your father's ordered you home and—Morian blast you both!—that he's minded to turn me in for serving an underage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You gutter-spawned maggot, I'll teach you to put me at risk of being shut down on the eve of the Festival!'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before Devin could move, a full pitcher of soured black wine was flung into his face, stinging like fire. He scrambled back, wiping at his streaming eyes, swearing furiously.\n\nWhen he could see again it was to observe an extraordinary sight.\n\nRovigo—not a big man—had moved along the bar and had grabbed the 'keeper by the collar of his greasy tunic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without apparent effort he had the man pulled halfway over the bar top, feet kicking ineffectually in mid-air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The collar was twisted to a degree sufficient to cause the helpless tavern-owner's face to begin turning a mottled shade of crimson.\n\n'Goro, I do not like my friends being abused,' Rovigo said calmly. 'The lad has no father here and I doubt he has a sister.' He cocked an eyebrow at Devin who shook his dripping head vehemently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'As I say,' Rovigo continued, not even breathing hard, 'he has no sister here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He is also patently not underage—as should be obvious to any tavern-owner not blinded by swilling buckets of his own slop after hours. Now, Goro, will you placate me a little by apologizing to Devin d'Asoli, my new friend, and offering him two bottles of corked vintage Certando red, by way of showing your sincere contrition? In return I may be persuaded to let you have a cask of the Quileian buinath that's sitting on the Sea Maid even now. At an appropriate price of course, given what you can extort for that stuff at Festival-time.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Goro's face had accomplished a truly dangerous hue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as Devin felt obliged to caution Rovigo, the tavern-owner gave a jerky, convulsive nod and the merchant untwisted the collar a little. Goro dragged foetid tavern air into his lungs as if it were scented with Chiaran mountain tainflowers and spluttered a three-word apology to Devin.\n\n'And the wine?' Rovigo reminded him kindly.\n\nHe lowered the other man—still without any evident exertion—enough for Goro to fumble below the bar and resurface with two bottles of what certainly appeared to be Certandan red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rovigo let slip another notch of the tightened collar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Vintage?' he inquired patiently.\n\nGoro twitched his head up and down.\n\n'Well then,' Rovigo declared, releasing Goro completely, 'it appears we are quits. I suppose,' he said, turning to Devin, 'that you should go see who is pretending to be your sister outside.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I know who it is,' Devin said grimly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Thank you, by the way. I'm used to fighting my own battles, but it's pleasant to have an ally now and again.'\n\n'It is always pleasant to have an ally,' Rovigo amended. 'But it seems obvious to me that you aren't keen on dealing with this \"sister\", so I'll leave you to do it in private." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Do let me once more commend my own daughters to your kind remembrance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They've been quite well brought up, all things considered.'\n\n'I have no doubt of that at all,' Devin said. 'If I can do you a service in return I will. I'm with the company of Menico di Ferraut and we're here through the Festival." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Your wife might enjoy hearing us perform." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you let me know you've come I'll make sure you have good places at either of our public performances, free of charge.'\n\n'I thank you. And if your path or your curiosity leads you south-east of town, now or later in the year, our land is about five miles along the road on the right-hand side. There's a small temple of Adaon just before and my gate has a crest with a ship on it. One of the girls designed it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They are all,' he grinned, 'very talented.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Devin laughed and the two men touched palms formally. Rovigo turned back to reclaim their corner of the bar. Devin, dismally aware that he was soaked with evil-smelling wine from light-brown hair to waist, with stains splotching his hose as well, walked outside clutching his two bottles of Certandan red. He squinted owlishly in the sunshine for a few seconds before spotting Catriana d'Astibar on the other side of the lane, scarlet hair blazing in the light, a handkerchief pressed firmly beneath her nose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Devin strode briskly into the road and almost collided with a tanner's cart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A brief and satisfying exchange of opinions ensued. The tanner rumbled on and Devin, vowing inwardly not to be put on the defensive this time, crossed the lane to where Catriana had been expressionlessly observing the altercation.\n\n'Well,' he said caustically, 'I do appreciate your coming all this way to apologize, but you might have chosen a different way of finding me if you were sincere. I rather prefer my clothes unsaturated with spoiled wine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You will offer to wash them for me, of course.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Catriana simply ignored all of this, looking him up and down coldly. 'You are going to need a wash and a change,' she said, from behind the scented handkerchief. 'I hadn't counted on that much of a reaction inside. But not having a surplus of astins to spend on bribes I couldn't think of a better way to get tavern-owners to bother looking for you.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was an explanation, Devin noted, but not an apology." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Forgive me,' he said, with exaggerated contrition. 'I must talk with Menico—it seems we aren't paying you enough, in addition to all our other transgressions. You must be used to better things.'\n\nShe hesitated for the first time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Must we discuss this in the middle of Tannery Lane?' she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without a word Devin sketched a performance bow and gestured for her to lead the way. She started walking away from the harbour and he fell in stride beside her. They were silent for several minutes, until out of the range of the tannery smells. With a faint sigh Catriana put away her handkerchief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Where are you taking me?' Devin asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another transgression, it seemed. The blue eyes flashed with anger.\n\n'In the name of the Triad where would I be taking you?' Catriana's voice dripped with sarcasm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'We are going to my room at the inn for a session of love-making like Eanna and Adaon at the dawn of days.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Oh, good,' Devin snapped, his own anger rekindling. 'Why don't we pool our funds and buy another woman to come play Morian—just so I don't get bored, you understand.'\n\nCatriana paled, but before she could open her mouth Devin grabbed her arm with his free hand and swung her around to face him in the street. Looking up into those blue eyes (and cursing the fact that he had to do that) he snapped:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Catriana, what exactly have I done to you?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why do I deserve that sort of answer? Or what you did this morning? I've been pleasant to you from the day we signed you on—and if you're a professional you know that isn't always the case in troupes on the road. If you must know, Marra, the woman you replaced, was my closest friend in the company." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She died of the plague in Certando." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could have made life very hard for you. I didn't and I'm not. I did let you know from the first that I found you attractive. I'm not aware that there is a sin in that if it is done with courtesy.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He released her arm, abruptly conscious that he had been gripping it very hard and that they were in an extremely public place, even with the early-afternoon lull." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instinctively he looked around; thankfully there were no Barbadians passing just then. There was a familiar tight feeling in his chest, as of the apprehended return of pain, that always came with the thought of Marra. The first true friend of his life. Two neglected children, with voices that were gifts of Eanna, telling each other fears and dreams for three years in changing beds across the Palm at night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His first lover. First death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Catriana, released, remained where she was, and there was a look in her own eyes—perhaps at the naming of death—that made him abruptly revise his estimate of her age downwards. He'd thought she was older than him; now he wasn't sure.\n\nHe waited, breathing quickly after his outburst, and at length he heard her say very softly, 'You sing too well.'\n\nDevin blinked. It was not at all what he'd expected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I have to work very hard at performing,' she went on, her face flushing for the first time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Rauder is hard for me—all of his music. And this morning you were doing the \"Song of Love\" without even thinking about it, amusing the others, trying to charm me... Devin, I have to concentrate when I sing! You were making me nervous and I snap at people when I'm nervous.'\n\nDevin drew a careful breath and looked around the empty sunlit street for a moment, thinking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He said, 'Do you know... has anyone ever told you... that it is possible and even useful to tell things like this to people—especially the people who have to work with you?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shook her head. 'Not for me. I've never been able to talk like that. Not ever.'\n\n'Why do it now, then?' he risked. 'Why did you come after me?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A longer pause than before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A cluster of artisans' apprentices swept around the corner, hooting with reflexive ribaldry at the sight of the two of them standing together. There was no malice in it though, and they went by without causing any trouble. A few red and golden leaves skipped over the cobbles in the breeze.\n\n'Something's happened,' Catriana d'Astibar said, 'and Menico told us all that you are the key to our chances.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Menico sent you after me?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was almost completely improbable, after nearly six years together.\n\n'No,' Catriana said, quickly shaking her head. 'No, he said you'd be back in time, that you always were. I was nervous though, with so much at stake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I couldn't just wait around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You'd left a little, um, upset, after all.'\n\n'A little,' Devin agreed gravely, noting that she finally had the grace to look apologetic. He would have felt even more secure if he hadn't continued to find her so attractive. He couldn't stop himself from wondering—even now—what her breasts would look like, freed from the stiffness of her high-cut bodice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marra would have told him, he knew, and even helped him with a conquest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had done that for each other, and shared the tales after, travelling through that last year on the road before Certando where she died.\n\n'You had better tell me what's happened,' he said, forcing his thoughts back to the present. There was danger in fantasies and in memories, both.\n\n'The exiled Duke, Sandre, died last night,' Catriana said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked around but the street was empty again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'For some reason—no one is sure why—Alberico is allowing his body to lie in state at the Sandreni Palace tonight and tomorrow morning, and then...\n\nShe paused, the blue eyes bright. Devin, his pulse suddenly leaping, finished it for her:\n\n'A funeral? Full rites? Don't tell me!'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Full rites! And Devin, Menico's been asked to audition this afternoon!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We have a chance to do the most talked-about performance in the whole of the Palm this year!' She looked very young now. And quite unsettlingly beautiful. Her eyes were shining like a child's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'So you came to get me,' he murmured, nodding his head slowly, 'before I drank myself into a useless stupor of frustrated desire.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had the edge now, for the first time. It was a pleasant turnabout, especially coupled with the real excitement of her news. He began walking, forcing her to fall in stride with him. For a change.\n\n'It isn't like that,' she protested." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'It's just that this is so important." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Menico said your voice would be the key to our hopes... that you were at your best in the mourning rites.'\n\n'I don't know whether to be flattered by that, or insulted that you actually thought I'd be so unprofessional as to miss a rehearsal on the eve of the Festival.'\n\n'Don't be either,' Catriana d'Astibar said, with a hint of returning asperity. 'We don't have time for either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just be good this afternoon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Be the best you've ever been.'\n\nHe ought to resist it, Devin knew, but his spirits were suddenly much too high.\n\n'In that case, are you sure we're not going to your room?' he asked blandly.\n\nMore than he could know hung in the balance for the moment that followed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then Catriana d'Astibar laughed aloud and freely for the first time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Now that,' said Devin, grinning, 'is much better. I honestly wasn't sure if you had a sense of humour.'\n\nShe grew quiet. 'Sometimes I'm not sure either,' she said, almost absently. Then, in a rather different voice: 'Devin, I want this contract more than I can tell you.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Well of course,' he replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'It could make our careers.'\n\n'That's right,' Catriana said. She touched his shoulder and repeated, 'I want this more than I can say.'\n\nHe might have sought a promise in that touch had he been a little less perceptive, and had it not been for the way she spoke the words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was, in fact, nothing at all of ambition in that tone, nor of desire in the way that Devin had come to know desire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What he heard was longing, and it reached towards a space inside him that he hadn't known was there.\n\n'I'll do what I can,' he said after a moment, thinking, for no good reason, of Marra and the tears he'd shed.\n\nOn the farm in Asoli they had known he was gifted with music quite early, but it was an isolated place and none of them had a frame of reference whereby to properly judge or measure such things.\n\nOne of Devin's first memories of his father—one that he summoned often because it was a soft image of a hard man—was of Garin humming the tune of some old cradle song to help Devin fall asleep one night when he was feverish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The boy—four perhaps—had woken in the morning with his fever broken, humming the tune to himself with perfect pitch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Garin's face had taken on the complex expression that Devin would later learn to associate with his father's memories of his wife. That morning though, Garin had kissed his youngest child. The only time Devin could remember that happening.\n\nThe tune became a thing they shared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An access to a limited intimacy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They would hum it together in rough, untutored attempts at harmony. Later Garin bought a scaled-down three-string syrenya for his youngest child on one of his twice-yearly trips to the market in Asoli town. After that there were actually a few evenings Devin did like to remember, when he and his father and the twins would sing ballads of the sea and hills by the fire at night before bed. Escapes from the drear, wet flatness of Asoli." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he grew older he began to sing for some of the other farmers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At weddings or naming days, and once with a travelling priest of Morian he sang counterpoint during the autumn Ember Days on the 'Hymn to Morian of Portals'. The priest wanted to bed him, after, but by then Devin was learning how to avoid such requests without giving offence.\n\nLater yet, he began to be called upon in the taverns. There were no age laws for drinking in northern Asoli, where a boy was a man when he could do a day in the fields, and a girl was a woman when she first bled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And it had been in a tavern called The River in Asoli town itself on a market day that Devin, just turned fourteen, had been singing 'The Ride from Corso to Corte' and had been overheard by a portly, bearded man who turned out to be a troupe-leader named Menico di Ferraut and who had taken him away from the farm that week and changed his life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'We're next,' Menico said, nervously smoothing his best satin doublet over his paunch. Devin, idly picking out his earliest cradle song on one of the spare syrenyae, smiled reassuringly up at his employer. His partner now, actually.\n\nDevin hadn't been an apprentice since he was seventeen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Menico, tired of refusing offers to buy the contract of his young tenor, had finally offered Devin journeyman status in the Guild and a regular salary—after first making clear how very much the young man owed him, and how loyalty was the only marginally adequate way to repay such a large debt of gratitude." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Devin knew that, in fact, and he liked Menico anyway.\n\nA year later, after another sequence of offers from rival troupe-leaders during the summer wedding season in Corte, Menico had made Devin a ten-per-cent partner in the company. After making the same speech, almost word for word, as the last time.\n\nThe honour, Devin knew, was considerable; only old Eghano who played drums and the Certandan deep strings, and who had been with Menico since the company was formed, had another partnership share." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone else was an apprentice or a journeyman on short-term contract." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Especially now, when the aftermath of a plague spring in the south had every troupe in the Palm short of bodies and scrambling to fill with temporary musicians, dancers, or singers.\n\nA haunting thread of sound, barely audible, plucked Devin's attention away from his syrenya. He looked over and smiled. Alessan, one of the three new people, was lightly tracing the melody of the cradle song Devin had been playing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the shepherd pipes of Tregea it sounded unearthly and strange." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alessan, black-haired, though greying at the temples, winked at him over the busyness of his fingers on the pipes. They finished the piece together, pipes and syrenya, and humming tenor voice.\n\n'I wish I knew the words,' Devin said regretfully as they ended. 'My father taught me that tune as a child, but he could never remember how the words went.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alessan's lean, mobile face was reflective." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Devin knew little about the Tregean after two weeks of rehearsal other than that the man was extraordinarily good on the pipes and quite reliable. As Menico's partner, that was all that should matter to him. Alessan was seldom around the inn outside of practice-time, but he was always there and punctual for the rehearsals slated.\n\n'I might be able to dredge them up for you if I thought about it,' he said, pushing a hand through his hair in a characteristic gesture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'It's been a long time but I knew the words once.' He smiled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Don't worry about it,' Devin said. 'I've survived this long without them. It's just an old song, a memento of my father. If you stay with us we can make it a winter project to try to track them down.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Menico would approve of that last bit, he knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The troupe-leader had declared Alessan di Tregea to be a find, and cheap at the wages he'd asked.\n\nThe other man's expressive mouth crooked sideways, a little wryly. 'Old songs and memories of fathers are important,' he said. 'Is yours dead then?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Devin made the warding sign with his hand out and two fingers curled down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Not last I heard, though I've not seen him in almost six years. Menico spoke to him when he went through the north of Asoli last time, took him some chiaros for me. I don't go back to the farm.'\n\nAlessan considered that. 'Dour Asolini stock?' he guessed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'No place for a boy with ambition and a voice like yours?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His tone was shrewd.\n\n'Almost exactly,' Devin admitted ruefully. 'Though I wouldn't have called myself ambitious. Restless, more. And we weren't originally from Asoli in fact." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Came there from Lower Corte when I was a small child.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alessan nodded. 'Even so,' he said.\n\nThe man had a bit of a know-it-all manner, Devin decided, but he could play the Tregean pipes. The way they might even have sounded on Adaon's own mountain in the south.\n\nIn any case, they had no time to pursue the matter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'We're on!' Menico said, hastily re-entering the room where they were waiting amid the dust and covered furniture of the long-unused Sandreni Palace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'We do the \"Lament for Adaon\" first,' he announced, telling them something they'd all known for hours. He wiped his palms on the sides of his doublet. 'Devin, that one's yours—make me proud, lad.' His standard exhortation. 'Then all of us are together on the \"Circling of Years\"." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Catriana my love, you are sure you can go high enough, or should we pitch down?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I'll go high enough,' Catriana replied tersely.\n\nDevin thought her tone spoke to simple nervousness, but when her gaze met his for a second he recognized that earlier look again: the one that reached somewhere beyond desire towards a shore he didn't know.\n\n'I'd very much like to get this contract,' Alessan di Tregea said just then, mildly enough.\n\n'How extremely surprising!' Devin snapped, discovering as he spoke that he too was nervous after all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alessan laughed though, and so did old Eghano walking through the door with them: Eghano who had seen far too much in too many years of touring to ever be made edgy by a mere audition." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without saying a word, he had, as he always had, an immediately calming effect on Devin.\n\n'I'll do the best I can,' Devin said after a moment and for the second time that afternoon, not really certain to whom he was saying it, or why.\n\nIn the end, whether because of the Triad or in spite of them—as his father used to say—his best was enough.\n\nThe principal auditor was a delicately scented, extravagantly dressed scion of the Sandreni, a man—in his late thirties, Devin guessed—who made it manifest, in his limp posture and the artificially exaggerated shadows that ringed his eyes, why Alberico the Tyrant didn't appear to be much worried about the descendants of Sandre d'Astibar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ranged behind this diverting personage were the priests of Eanna and Morian in white and smoke grey." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beside them, vivid by contrast, sat a priestess of Adaon, in crimson, with her hair cropped very short.\n\nIt was autumn of course, and the Ember Days were coming on: Devin wasn't surprised by her hair. He was surprised to see the clergy there for the audition. They made him uncomfortable—another legacy of his father—but this wasn't a situation where he could allow that to affect him, and so he dismissed them from his thoughts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He focused on the Duke's elegant son, the only one who really mattered now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He waited, reaching as Menico had taught him for a still point inside himself.\n\nMenico cued Nieri and Aldine, the two thin dancers in their grey-blue, almost translucent, chemises of mourning and their black gloves. A moment later, after their first linked pass across the floor, he looked at Devin.\n\nAnd Devin gave him, gave them all, the lament for Adaon's autumnal dying among the mountain cypresses, as he never had before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alessan di Tregea was with him all the way with the high, heart-piercing grief of the shepherd pipes and together the two of them seemed to lift and carry Nieri and Aldine beyond the surface steps of their dance across the recently swept floor and into the laconic, precise articulation of ritual that the 'Lament' demanded and was so rarely granted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they finished, Devin, travelling slowly back to the Sandreni Palace from the cedar and cypress slopes of Tregea where the god had died—and where he died again each and every autumn—saw that Sandre d'Astibar's son was weeping. The tracks of his tears had smudged the carefully achieved shadowing around his eyes—which meant, Devin realized abruptly, that he hadn't wept for any of the three companies before them.\n\nMarra, young and intolerantly professional, would have been scornful of those tears, he knew: 'Why hire a mongrel and bark yourself?' she would say when their mourning rituals were interrupted or marked by displays from their patrons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Devin had been less stern back then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And was even less so now since she'd died and he had found himself rather desperately fighting back a shameful public grief when Burnet di Corte had led his company through her mourning rites in Certando as a gesture of courtesy to Menico.\n\nDevin also knew, by the smouldering look the Sandreni scion gave him from within the smeared dark rings around his eyes, and the scarcely less transparent glance from Morian's fat-fingered priest—why in the name of the Triad were the Triad so ill-served!—that though they might have just won the Sandreni contract he was going to have to be careful in this palace tomorrow. He made a mental note to bring his knife.\n\nThey had won the contract." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The second number hardly mattered, which is why cunning Menico had begun with the 'Lament'." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Afterwards Menico carefully introduced Devin as his partner when Sandre's son asked to meet him. He turned out to be the middle son of three, named Tomasso. The only one, he explained huskily, holding one of Devin's hands tightly between both his own, with an ear for music and an eye for dance adequate to choosing performers equal to so august an occasion as his father's funeral rites.\n\nDevin, used to this, politely retrieved his fingers, grateful for Menico's experienced tact: presented as a partner he had some slight immunity from overly aggressive wooers, even among the nobility." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was introduced to the clergy next, and promptly knelt before Adaon's priestess in red." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Your sanction, sister-of-the-god, for what I sang, and for what I am asked to do tomorrow.'\n\nOut of the corner of his eye he saw the priest of Morian clench his chubby, ringed fingers at his sides. He accepted the blessing and protection of Adaon—the priestess's index finger tracing the god's symbol on his brow—in the knowledge that he had successfully defused one priest's burgeoning desire. When he rose and turned, it was to catch a wink—dangerous in that room and among that company—from Alessan di Tregea, at the back with the others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He suppressed a grin, but not his surprise: the shepherd was disconcertingly perceptive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Menico's first price was immediately accepted by Tomasso d'Astibar bar Sandre, confirming in Devin's mind what a sorry creature he was to bear such a magnificent name and lineage.\n\nIt would have interested him—and led him a step or two further down the hard road towards maturity—to learn that Duke Sandre himself would have accepted the same price, or twice as much, and in exactly the same manner. Devin was not quite twenty though, and even Menico, three times his age, would loudly curse himself back at the inn amid the celebratory wine for not having quoted even more than the extortionate sum he had just received in full.\n\nOnly Eghano, aged and placid, softly drumming two wooden spoons on their trestle table, said, 'Leave well enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We need not hold out a greedy palm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There will be more of these from now on. If you are wise you'll leave a tithe at each of the temples tomorrow. We will earn it back with interest when they choose musicians for the Ember Days.'\n\nMenico, in high good humour, swore even more magnificently than before, and announced a set intention to offer Eghano's wrinkled body as a tithe to the fleshy priest of Morian instead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eghano smiled toothlessly and continued his soft drumming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Menico ordered them all to bed not long after the evening meal. They'd have an early start tomorrow, pointing towards the most important performance of their lives. He beamed benevolently as Aldine led Nieri from the room. The girls would share a bed that night, Devin was sure, and for the first time, he suspected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wished them joy of each other, knowing that they had come together magically as dancers that afternoon and also knowing—for it had happened to him once—how that could spill over into the candles of a late night in bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked around for Catriana but she had gone upstairs already. She'd kissed him briefly on the cheek though, right after Menico's fierce embrace back in the Sandreni Palace. It was a start; it might be a start.\n\nHe bade good night to the others and went up to the single room that was the one luxury he'd demanded of Menico's tour budget after Marra had died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He expected to dream of her, because of the mourning rites, because of unslaked desire, because he dreamt of her most nights." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead he had a vision of the god.\n\nHe saw Adaon on the mountainside in Tregea, naked and magnificent. He saw him torn apart in frenzy and in flowing blood by his priestesses—suborned by their womanhood for this one autumn morning of every turning year to the deeper service of their sex. Shredding the flesh of the dying god in the service of the two goddesses who loved him and who shared him as mother, daughter, sister, bride, all through the year and through all the years since Eanna named the stars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shared him and loved him except on this one morning in the falling season." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This morning that was shaped to become the harbinger, the promise of spring to come, of winter's end. This one single morning on the mountain when the god who was a man had to be slain. Torn and slain, to be put into his place which was the earth. To become the soil, which would be nurtured in turn by the rain of Eanna's tears and the moist sorrowings of Morian's endless underground streams twisting in their need." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Slain to be reborn and so loved anew, more and more with each passing year, with each and every time of dying on these cypress-clad heights." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slain to be lamented and then to rise as a god rises, as a man does, as the wheat of summer fields. To rise and then lie down with the goddesses, with his mother and his bride, his sister and his daughter, with Eanna and Morian under sun and stars and the circling moons, the blue one and the silver.\n\nDevin dreamt, terribly, that primal scene of women running on the mountainside, their long hair streaming behind them as they pursued the man-god to that high chasm above the torrent of Casadel.\n\nHe saw their clothing torn from them as they cried each other on to the hunt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saw branches of mountain trees, of spiny, bristling shrubs, claw their garments away, saw them render themselves deliberately naked for greater speed to the chase, seizing blood-red berries of sonrai to intoxicate themselves against what they would do high above the icy waters of Casadel." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He saw the god turn at last, his huge dark eyes wild and knowing, both, as he stood at the chasm brink, a stag at bay at the deemed, decreed, perennial place of his ending. And Devin saw the women come upon him there, with their flying hair and blood flowing along their bodies and he saw Adaon bow his proud, glorious head to the doom of their rending hands and their teeth and their nails.\n\nAnd there at the end of the chase Devin saw that the women's mouths were open wide as they cried to each other in ecstasy or anguish, in unrestrained desire or madness or bitter grief, but in his dream there was no sound at all to those cries. Instead, piercing through the whole of that wild scene among cedar and cypress on the mountainside, the only thing Devin heard was the sound of Tregean shepherd pipes playing the tune of his own childhood fever, high and far away.\n\nAnd at the end, at the very last, Devin saw that when the women came upon the god and caught him and closed about him at that high chasm over Casadel, his face when he turned to his rending was that of Alessan." } ]