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

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



001. in love, one and one are one 002. nice guys finish last, but we get to sleep in 003. once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right 004. merely this and nothing more 005. her nose would upward tilt
006. every loved spot which my infancy knew 007. smell the flowers or hear the singing birds 008. be patient, weary body 009. your forgiveness I implore 010. the song of angels and of seraphim
011. this maiden she lived with no other thought 012. life is too strong for you 013. but all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through 014. wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay 015. and death shall be no more
016. all the people out of work 017. I'll fall upon the ground 018. that some live to eat - Annie 019. the red blood reigns in the winter's pale - Lorelei/Other!Elani 020. and should I then presume
021. o nowhere, golden nowhere 022. self-appeasing, self-affrighting 023. I have been laughing, I have been carousing 024. thine the few, the poets, martyrs 025. any voice of mourning save the choirs
026. call'd him soft names in many a muséd rhyme 027. in a tumultuous privacy of storm - Säde/Julien 028. how ardent I seized it 029. but a few think him pleasant enough 030. when the slow dark hours begin
031. the hillside's dew-pearled 032. still gazing at them through the open door 033. which heaven does give 034. o whisper, I my soul 035. penny ice and cold meat
036. of joy illimited 037. that sunlight carried blessing 038. if ever two were one 039. the women come and go 040. their hasty orisons
041. the narrow passage and the pitiless north 042. in my heart a timid star 043. as men strive for Right 044. the winds of Heaven mix for ever 045. my heart with pleasure fills
046. the post of the foe 047. in some perfumes is there more delight 048. I am very like to swoon 049. precious minerals are her polished eyes 050. in winter fire
051. so far my king and master; so much my office 052. hark what thou else shalt do me 053. only sensible in the duller parts 054. he made her melancholy 055. the willing'st sin I ever yet committed
056. how ill agrees it 057. 'twas fresh in murmur 058. of whose taste the wise are fond 059. with virtuous wish would bear your living flowers 060. leases of short-numbr'd hours
061. but cruel are the times, when we are traitors 062. they do but jest, poison in jest 063. she does abuse our ears 064. relish a truth like us 065. strange courtesies
066. call not me slanderer 067. such a warped slip of wilderness 068. invisible disgrace 069. had my lips that power 070. be that thou hop'st to be
071. sad-ey'd justice 072. let my looks be then the eloquence 073. he was but one hour mine 074. be it ill or well 075. beauty's dead fleece
076. thy canopy is dust and stones 077. whose beauties proudly make them cruel 078. in smiling pomp 079. so barren of new pride 080. thou know'st thy estimate
081. lilies that fester 082. of ages yet to be 083. this madding fever 084. I am that I am 085. his sickle hour
086. doubting the filching age 087. my silence cannot boast 088. at a mortal war 089. and straight grow sad 090. those pretty wrongs
091. to break a twofold truth 092. sweet flattery 093. some virtuous lie 094. of faults conceal'd 095. thy love is better than high birth to me
096. too dear for my possessing - Säde/Julien - Tesla 097. had stol'n of both 098. but with divining eyes 099. weighs not the dust 100. whose million'd accidents - asylum!Annie

Date: 2012-10-21 05:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elani-songbird.livejournal.com
19. Lorelei/Other!Elani
96. Säde/Julien - Tesla
27. Säde/Julien - Canonish?
From: [identity profile] ishineon.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2012-10-22 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elani-songbird.livejournal.com
There's like a "Snow White and Rose Red" vibe happening here. ....

But anyway! Elani agrees about the slush.

Date: 2012-10-23 12:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ishineon.livejournal.com
That's what I was aiming for :)
From: [identity profile] ishineon.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2012-10-22 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elani-songbird.livejournal.com
Hah, I wondered what you were writing this morning that you needed his name. :)

Like Madagascar, though?

Date: 2012-10-23 12:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ishineon.livejournal.com
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

Date: 2012-10-22 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ishineon.livejournal.com
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’.

Date: 2012-10-22 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elani-songbird.livejournal.com
I kind of want to make this a Thing now. :|

Date: 2012-10-23 12:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ishineon.livejournal.com
You mean it's not already a thing? Goodness. :|

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