#line asks

@bloodlessheirbyjacques

HI Jacques!! Thanks for the ask!

K6 - Share a poetic line.  (Or a line from a poem!!)

Not to be predictable, but it has to be this one! "I’ve never been in love, but I know that I love you, because what else can love possibly feel like?”

K20 - A scene or dialogue line that makes you laugh.

Hands down this section from Fallon and Kristopher's "first date". (under the cut because it's kind of long)

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❤️ Share one of your favorite lines.

A pearl of blood fell from Violet’s cheek as she lifted her gaze to me, the red staining the gold trim of her uniform, splattering across the navy. Hatred darkened her stare, absolute, churning like storm clouds behind the hazel. But her voice was just as dead as the stars.

Hi, and thanks for much for the ask!!

[Fallon] couldn’t blame [Hermes] for seizing an opportunity to meet a family he never knew he had.  She couldn’t blame him, but she could envy him.

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OH MY GOODNESS STARLITE I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU ON MY DASH IN AGES. How have you been?? I hope you’re doing well!! Thank you for the ask, lovely. <3

💔 Share your most heartbreaking line.

“I DON’T CARE! SHE’S MY SISTER, SHE’S… she’s all I have left, the only family I have left… and...” My breath stuttered, choked by sobs and tears and the spasms raking my lungs. “And--And I killed her. I…”

Most heartbreaking is tough. How ‘bout this one?

☀️ Share a line with figurative language.

The wave slowed in its travel towards me after she disappeared into its depths, the sensation of stillness overcoming my form to leave me feeling suspended in the air, as though the world’s time had stopped; the wind whipped through my hair, my dress, my scarf, all drenched with salt water before even touching the sea; the band on my ankle shrieked with fervent heat, cauterizing the skin against it, floating water droplets boiling away into vapor the moment they collided with the metal.

The wave was made of stone, or ice, or brick. No one had told me water was a solid.

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🤝 Share a line that introduces a character.

The woman had a narrow face, her pale skin contrasting with the dense waves of ink hair that flowed loosely over her shoulders. Her build may have seemed delicate, but any ideas of fragility were swiftly undermined by the strength in her brows and the intense green eyes she used to present an absolutely murderous glare.

Oh.

She was glaring at me.

That was understandable.

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❤️ Share one of your favorite lines.

Dione met the panic in my gaze with the same in her own. I had to shout to get my words over the clashing whitecaps and lashing winds, the gusts tearing just as much at my voice that it did at my locs and clothes.

This wasn’t a regular storm, or even a gale. 

We were in the path of a hurricane.

Ooh ohhhhh things are happening ooohhhh. I seem to love the actiony bits, huh. ^^

🗣 Share your favorite dialogue exchange.

“Is… is everythin’ alright?”

“Yes, I just… ugh. Have a headache, now.” A hand to her temple, her eye slipped up to me, a smirk nonetheless lighting across her face. “Probably from your annoying chatter, is all.”

“Aw, Celestine. That ain’t nice.”

“Neither is your face.”

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🗣 Share your favorite dialogue exchange.

“Oh, look how handsome you are in those! Do Georgie’s clothes fit alright? It was such a shame I never got the chance to give them away, I’m glad they’ve finally found some use.” The lady turned back to her work as she spoke, now ladling the stew she had prepared into separate bowls. My cheeks burning, I glanced to an amused Dione with an expression of disgust.

I signed slowly, out of practice, "Is her hearing bad?”

“A little.”

“What about her eyes?” Dione only shrugged. I scowled.

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🤨 Share a line that makes no sense out of context.

“Are you saying you’ve died before???”

No context allowed!

🌹 Share your most poetic line.

I seized the gale’s power with a closed fist, tearing it downwards to force a gust of wind charging down through the passages, shoving the insolent guard to his knees as it shattered the silence of the room; it spiraled into a vortex that lifted my feet from the ground, my cloak billowing around me into fur filled wings, my hair splaying outwards in rays of darkness and poisonous greens, the glow of the magic whirling around me lighting the space in virulent verdance, the waves of mist sparking along their edges, crackling, spitting, snapping at the howling air in malevolence. In want for vengeance.