[prompts] Pick a number, any number.

[mmexlibris]

Random prompt:

Step 1: Pick a character or pairing. (Your puplist, my puplist, some combination thereof, whatever.)
Step 2: Pick a number between 1 and 10. Scribble it down.
Step 3: Pick a number between 1 and 100. Scribble it down.
Step 4: Go here. Take your first number and pick a table. Take your second number and pick a prompt.
Step 5: Repeat steps 2 and 3 as many times as you like. (Dice roller here.)
Step 5: Comment here with your prompt.

Comments

[ceitfianna]

Tiwa/Dilinger-Lightning, Madness

[mmexlibris]

Oooooo, good ones.

[ceitfianna]

They're just far too much fun in a terrifying and fascinating way, though all those prompt tables are kind of daunting. So I just put the simpler prompt thing on my journal, because I finished one paper, I only have three to go.

Tiwa/Dilinger-Lightning, Madness

[mmexlibris]

There is something haunted about his gaze. He stands at the back door of the bar, watching the storm as he comes across the lake. A patron tells him to close the door, he's letting all the heat out, but one long, cold look, and the patron decides he can just as easily move closer to the fire.

She watches him from the rafters, watches the distant lightning reflected in those dark eyes. Proud and full of light, she'd described him and tonight, that light is a phosphorus flare against the gloom.

His heart is aching for his blackbird. She loved a good storm, loved to curl up in bed, listening to the wind and rain batter the windowpanes. They used to make love while the house shook with thunder.

Tiwa can only stand it so long before she hops down, catching him by the hand and dragging him out into the first fat drops of the summer storm.

"Come on!"

She tugs him, and he follows, laughing as the cigarette falls from his fingertips, hissing and sputtering as it lands in the mud.

"Come on!"

She leads him to a huge oak tree, scrabbling up in the yoke of its branches, the leaves shielding them from the worst of the rain. He tucks his shades in a pocket and after a moment's deliberation, he follows her. He hasn't climbed a tree since he was a boy in Indiana.

"You're crazy, little girl, you know that?" He settles on a branch, looking out over the water, his thoughts growing dark again.

"Shut up and kiss me."

She doesn't give him a chance to protest. There's a peal of thunder and he has an armful of girl and her lips are warm and soft against his.

Madness, he thinks, pulling her closer, letting the rest of it all fall away with the rain.

Re: Tiwa/Dilinger-Lightning, Madness

[ceitfianna]

*shivers happily* I love that.

Re: Tiwa/Dilinger-Lightning, Madness

[mmexlibris]

<3