Dialogue Words For Said Novels & Stories

He stopped again. I waited. "I am not someone who loses words," he said. "I have always known what I meant to say and have said it. That has been a consistent feature of how I operate." He looked at me. "I don't have words for this." "Tell me anyway," I said. Echoing him. The words he had said to me, in the early months, when I had said I'm alright and he had said I know you're alright and then tell me anyway. The words that had become, over the months of using them in both directions, one of the specific, private languages of the life we had built.

I heard him say, and I gulped down the words. Use your words, El. Those were the very words he would say every single time he was about to fuck my brains out, and right now I wished he would. “No.” I responded, and watched his expression change to that of a questioning one. “I mean, I don’t have anything to say.” I add and swallowed another lump of saliva. He nodded in response. I watched him fiddle with the cutlery before he dropped it down to look back at me. “You look pretty today.” He said with a grin. “I guess my cock is doing a good job on you.” He added then winked.

I said. "Sofia." "Come here," I said. He was very still. Not hesitating, processing my words. The specific stillness of someone who had been given something they had been careful about wanting and was making sure they had heard correctly. "Here," I said. "Close." He came.

Just — people looking at someone, deciding what’s true about them, and saying it in their own language. “Steadfast.” Sasha had suggested it. Sasha who had stood in a storage unit on a Tuesday afternoon because she felt like it, not because she was asked to. “Say it,” I said. “In the old language. The way it was said in the Room?” Damien looked at me for a moment. Then he said it — low and precise, the old language sitting differently in his voice than the English did, something older and more resonant underneath it, the kind of sound that existed before written records—

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again." Sylvia's eyes flashed, and she subconsciously replied, "I didn't say anything. You heard wrongly."

“Are you sure? Because once you said that, there is no backing off.” I roll my eyes. “Yes. I am sure.” “I love you too, Sophia,” he replies, his voice filled with a quiet certainty. “More than words can express.”

the word left his lips but his voice sound different. The moment I registered that the word wasn't uttered through the mind link, I pulled back. His eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated and I was certain my eyes were as wide as his when I breathed, "You can talk?" His reply came through the mind link, a sheepish grin on his face, "Only a few words that don't need my tongue much for pronunciation. I haven't attempted to say anything in years." My lips split into a bright smile, a sense of accomplishment filling me, "Well," I traced my fingers over the days worth of stubble coating his jaw, "I think its hot."

His eyes on mine. "Tell me you don't want me," he said quietly. "Say it to my face. Mean it." A beat. "And I'll leave." I looked at him. My chest was rising and falling. His eyes were waiting. The words were right there. Simple. Four of them. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. "Say it," he said. Lower now. Three knocks on the door. "Sloane?" Daniel's voice, muffled through the wood. "Are you okay in there?"

“Why didn’t they come and look for me?” “I told them to let me talk to you. I reminded them that you and I had our personal business to take care of, and that I would speak with you.” “Why do you always refer to our time together in such technical phrases? You never come out and say what it is. You never use the words mating, mate bond, or any other form of that?”

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