Julien's Fanfic100 Table
Yeah. This may NEVER get finished. But I have the itch to write stuff for him and I like having prompts so...here you go. Ta da! Etc. Stole these from fanfic100.
001. Beginnings.
002.Middles.
003. Ends.
004.Insides.
005.Outsides.
006.Hours.
007.Days.
008.Weeks.
009.Months.
010.Years.
011. Red.
012.Orange.
013.Yellow.
014.Green.
015.Blue.
016.Purple.
017. ( Read more... )
001. Beginnings.
002.Middles.
003. Ends.
004.Insides.
005.Outsides.
006.Hours.
007.Days.
008.Weeks.
009.Months.
010.Years.
011. Red.
012.Orange.
013.Yellow.
014.Green.
015.Blue.
016.Purple.
017. ( Read more... )
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The world behind? Small people living small lives. But not he! Not when here was destiny.
And his destiny lay at the top of the Deck.
Still smiling, Julien resumed walking toward the Castle as he returned the Ace of Spades to where it belonged. Right in his pocket.
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Julien frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow. "Because we live the same room? Because we excel at what we're taught? Because we get along? How does any of that preclude me from turning you in? You broke the rules."
The other boy just stared, "I covered for you a thousand times!"
"...I fail to see where I obligated myself to do the same for you."
"Fucking bastard!"
"I'm hurt." Though his tone said clearly the words had no effect. "And remember this when they're whipping you: You weren't a friend, you were just competition."
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"Too slow," Julien called as he threw another stone, this one at the boy's midsection which he only just avoided by virtue of dropping flat to the ground. It was certainly a viable option in that particular moment but did him no good when the Ace pelted him with another rock, striking his exposed back. The boy went fetal, his hands over the back of his head, as Julien continued to hit him with stones, punctuating his words, as he walked forward. "Not. Good. Enough. Boy." Apparently the boy lost the privilege of name or rank when in a training session.
Julien crouched down beside his student and spoke in his ear. "Get up, Boy. This cowering will not save your life, should that be necessary. And it's definitely embarassing."
"I hate you," the boy said wearily, as he dragged himself back to his feet.
Julien laughed and stood, stepping back as he did so. "Hate me all you like, but dodge. You'll thank me for it one day ( ... )
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011. Red.
060. Drink.
039. Taste.
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Alcohol is really, for the most part, something he drinks for the image of it. The expectation that a Spade, particularly the Ace of Spades, would do so. Would sip something classy and traditional, hence the scotch he seems to favor. And certainly he's developed a taste for it, over the years, but it's not something he cares for. He doesn't drink it to get drunk. He only drinks just enough to make the show.
Unless he's alone. Unless he's alone and he's lost something. Someone. When Athena disappeared. When Lancelot met his demise. Then he finds the bottle of cheap whiskey, the kind that you feel rotting your insides, the kind that makes you feel terrible before, during, and after drinking it.
Pain, he figures, is a necessary part of getting drunk.
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Once, when he was a boy, Julien -- though he wasn't Julien then -- quite cleverly stole himself some chocolate cake. His first he'd ever had and he'd thought it absolutely glorious, the most amazing thing that had ever passed his lips. The theft, itself, was clever, but he wasn't so clever as to hide all of the evidence and he was betrayed by a smudge of chocolate on his chin. Betrayed by his own failure and whipped, not for the theft itself but for getting caught, he still thought it had been worth it, still despite the pain and the scars of it he carries until this day.
As an adult, he doesn't partake in sweets so much. Because nothing, nothing could compare to the flavor of that illicit taste of forbidden cake.
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070. Storm - H/V
034. Not Enough - Pre-Canon, Laureline.
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