prompt table { 2016 } 100 situations

[iluvroadrunner6]

Because I intend to finish this table one way or the other - please feel free to claim prompts from the list below. Anything with a link or a strikethrough is off limits, but otherwise, comment below and I will mark your prompts as claimed!

001.	Tired	002.	Back Alley	003.	Sunrise	004.	Late	005.	Son
006.	Hot	007.	Friend	008.	Floor	009.	Cheat	010.	Think
011.	Disgust	012.	Shelter	013.	Borrow	014.	Chair	015.	Alter
016.	Peace	017.	Beach	018.	True	019.	Crazy	020.	Love
021.	New	022.	Beggar	023.	False	024.	Happy	025.	Cancer
026.	Pickpocket	027.	Reverse	028.	Deliver	029.	Arrival	030.	Fall
031.	Knife	032.	Torn	033.	Danger	034.	Neutral	035.	Mate
036.	Fly	037.	Loud	038.	Touch	039.	Seek	040.	Argue
041.	Work	042.	Sink	043.	Nut	044.	Stuck	045.	Animal
046.	Pray	047.	Kill	048.	Light	049.	Cold	050.	Affair
051.	Restaurant	052.	Movie	053.	Wait	054.	Patient	055.	Crime
056.	Choke	057.	Fever	058.	Summer	059.	Eat	060.	Thirst
061.	Chance	062.	Appear	063.	Whisper	064.	Day	065.	Scream
066.	Fail	067.	Confused	068.	Smile	069.	Come	070.	Alone
071.	Fast	072.	Slow	073.	Return	074.	Fire	075.	Positive
076.	Baby	077.	Upset	078.	Kitchen	079.	Winter	080.	Ignorant
081.	Fool	082.	Afraid	083.	Prison	084.	Sex	085.	Hate
086.	Alarm	087.	Genius	088.	Negative	089.	Flood	090.	Bomb
091.	Hospital	092.	Trap	093.	Celebrate	094.	Old	095.	Disappear
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Prompts Written: 100/100
Total Word Count: 124,261 words

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light no candle for my sake ~ regency au ~ 839 words

[wildkingdom]

“Where are we going?”

Liam’s voice is almost drowned out by the pounding of the rain around her, as they push through the woods, slowly getting soaked to the skin. The damp, heavy material of her gowns is starting to weigh her down but they need to get to shelter sooner rather than later. A few ripped dresses aren’t all that important in the face of seeking shelter from the weather.

“My family has a cabin not too far from here,” she replies, keeping her hand in his so they don’t lose each other in the denseness of the rain. “We’ll be safe there until the storm blows over.”

Liam looks like he wants to argue, like the idea of being in an enclosed space with Malia is not one of the better options she’s given him, but Malia isn’t interested in arguing about anything at the moment, so she’s not giving him the opportunity. While she and Liam have had their differences as of late, she also doesn’t want him to get lost or hurt in the middle of the storm. And in many ways, she’s missed her best friend, and doesn’t want to have this continued silence between them. She simply doesn’t know how to fix it.

Clearly forcing them to spend time together is the best option.

The interior of the cabin smells of dust mixed with rain water, the kind of scent usually reserved for the earth right after a storm has abated, and she’s quick to pull Liam inside after her, before shutting the door with a sigh of relief. The chill of the unheated house sets in quickly, and she pushes away from the door to keep herself moving and hopefully keep herself warm. “I’m going to find some towels. Do you think you can try and start a fire with the wood there?”

Most of the furniture is covered in sheets, the way it is usually left when the family will not be staying there, but there is also usually a heavy stock of firewood in the far corner. Brushing the droplets of water from his hair, Liam glances down at his dripping wet form and sighs, just for a moment.

“Perhaps it would be better if we found the towels first. Wet wood is no good for a fire.”

Malia hesitates at that, because the sooner the fire is going, the sooner they will be warmer, but she understands the logic and nods. “I’ll see what I can find.”

The towels are easy to locate first. Dry clothes comes soon after, with something of her cousin’s for Liam and something of hers as well. It’s fortunate that they were just there the last summer. Soon after they both are dry and their clothes are spread out in the bathroom to dry as well, they are curled up in front of the fire, trying to huddle together for as much warmth as they can.

“I’m sorry if any of this is uncomfortable for you,” he says slowly, almost as though he feels he has to, but doesn’t entirely mean it. “I know I haven’t been one of your confidants as of late.”

Malia doesn’t say anything at first, not wanting to lay blame on him again, even though she feels he still carries a lot of it. She knows that isn’t how you make amends, whether you are in the right or not.

“There are worst people to be stuck with.” She makes a face as Theo comes to mind. “I would prefer you over them.”

There’s a look on Liam’s face that he isn’t sure how to take that, but in the end he simply nods his agreement. “Thank you?”

She smirks. “Besides. You haven’t been so bad.”

“I thought you were still mad at me.”

“I am.” It’s not as strong or visceral as it was before, but she would be a fool to deny that the anger was still there. “It’s just … more complicated now.”

“More complicated?”

“It’s not as simple as me being angry with you for betraying my family. It’s … I don’t know. It’s harder to stay angry about things when there are too many points of view.” And it’s fairly certain to say that Malia doesn’t like things that are complicated on any level.

She shivers as a draft whips through the house, and Liam shifts one of the blankets so that it drapes gently around her shoulders. She sighs as she leans into the warmth of him, body seeking out that needed warmth.

“If it helps, I promise to never leave you again.”

It’s a comforting thought, and she wants to believe it, but she’s been burned by Liam before. As much as she wants to trust him, it’s hard to do so. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“This one I intend to. You have my word as a knight.”

Malia looks up at him for a moment, before she exhales with a nod and leans into his shoulder again. “We’ll see.”