100 quote prompts!

[ishineon]

Homemade. Table code taken from... somewhere :|

Comment with prompt number, character, and universe if relevant. New what-if universes also welcome.

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[elani_songbird]

19. Lorelei/Other!Elani
96. Säde/Julien - Tesla
27. Säde/Julien - Canonish?

the red blood reigns in the winter's pale - Lorelei/Other!Elani

[ishineon]

Winter is their time.

True, Elani’s a springtime woman. And true, they met in the summer, with the golden sun and days spent just laughing together hand-in-hand, and later arm-in-arm. Lorelei loves the red-gold of autumn, but mostly because it’s the year sliding its way to winter.

New York isn’t much a winter city. The muddy slush on the sidewalk makes a poor pass for snow. But winter is when they go out in the night, separately and together. One fair and sunny, one pale and dark, both ready to torture and kill.

The slush is more beautiful, stained red.

[elani_songbird]

There's like a "Snow White and Rose Red" vibe happening here. ....

But anyway! Elani agrees about the slush.

[ishineon]

That's what I was aiming for :)

too dear for my possessing - Säde/Julien - Tesla

[ishineon]

When she casts off in the morning, it will be the first time she has left London in months. Her sailors are well-paid, have spent the time in-between lounging around or carousing, if they haven’t been too restless to decide to sign on to another airship. They’re unceremoniously routed out of their beds and inns, dragged back swearing up the ladders of the dock. Behind her back they mutter darkly, conjecturing what’s provoked her to leave so suddenly.

“Lord Smythe’s thrown her over,” they diagnose. “Like Madagascar, but with love.”

She holds her head high, sheds no tears before them.

[elani_songbird]

Hah, I wondered what you were writing this morning that you needed his name. :)

Like Madagascar, though?

[ishineon]

Just some incident that had her about as agitated as she is here. They're used to her. :|

in a tumultuous privacy of storm - Säde/Julien

[ishineon]

Brief and seldom are their interludes together. He’s always kept his dalliances private, and she’s never been inclined to flaunt any sort of attachment. Even if they weren’t Aces then, Ace and Queen now, they’d still be sneaking around.

And yet- and yet-

When they’re together it’s fierce, fast, filled with passion that’s spent in a matter of minutes. There’s no time for much more than that, just hard kisses, bruises on her hips, scratches on his skin. Putting themselves back together afterwards is easy and practiced.

There’s no time, no right time, for anything close to ‘I love you’.

[elani_songbird]

I kind of want to make this a Thing now. :|

[ishineon]

You mean it's not already a thing? Goodness. :|