Daylight Again Quotes

“Could you bite back your complaints? You're fucking with my run."
"Your run is fucking with my ability to complain," Tom called back.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I realize you're planning on fighting all the dragons single-handedly-"
"I'm going to protect you from John, dammit. Show him that he can't fucking mess with you. This is about territory."
Tom narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to piss a circle around me too?"
"If that's what it takes.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Talk later." Prophet kissed the side of his neck.
"Fuck, then sleep, then fuck again, then pack."
"Good itinerary.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“It's just you now."
"Just you." Tom closed his eyes for just a second, soothed by the warm rub of Prophet's palm, then opened them. "I love you. Who the fuck else could compete?"
Prophet pulled back for a second. Repeated, "Who the fuck else could compete?" with his hand on Tom's heart.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“He's a little more...psychotic than usual," Tom said quietly.
"How so?"
"He took C-4 to bed with him."
Prophet shrugged. "He's always done that.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Part of me hates that you know me so well."
"And the other part?"
Prophet gave a faint grin, then said quietly, "Loves it," like if he said it too loudly, fate might swoop in and snatch this moment, the word, out from under them.
Tom stilled. He didn't need the words, never really had. Like Prophet, he valued actions, but to actually hear that one word out of Prophet's mouth... it was all Tom needed.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“You've got the fountain of youth hidden in your pants."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Hook demanded, then held up a hand. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Means fucking keeps you young.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I don't know whether to punch you or kiss you."
"A combination of both is usually the best," Prophet advised.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I'm never letting you do my laundry. Again."
"I didn't know the red towel was in there," Prophet protested.
"You did it on purpose to get out of doing laundry."
"Maybe. But it worked."
"Fucking impossible.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Let's get rid of those fucking ghosts once and for all, Proph. We tried burying them, but that never works. So how about we just set them free?"
"And let them go into the light, Carol Anne?"
"And just like that, you're a goddamned bastard again." But Tom was smiling as he said it.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Is he an assassin?"
"Ask him yourself", Prophet said, and Tom turned to Mal.
"You kill people?"
Mal signed something, and Prophet glanced over.
"He said, not today, but it's still early”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Dealing with Prophet wasn’t entirely unlike dealing with a live grenade or a Claymore mine. You had to know when to ease off the pressure and when to stay firmly planted and unmoving so you didn’t die in the explosion.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Ah, Proph." Tom paused. "You did have a nightmare last night."
"And here I thought maybe I dreamed it," Prophet muttered sarcastically.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Threats, Prophet? After all we've been through."
"Promises. And I'm really goddamned good at promises.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“At one point, Tom came back with another tattoo hidden under the bracelet he’d worn since his and Prophet’s first mission together. A tattoo that was almost an exact replica of the bracelet. “So no one can take it off me again,” he’d said in response to Prophet’s unasked question. Because when Tom had been jailed in New Orleans, he’d been forced to take it off, and he’d then waited until Prophet could put it back on him. The superstitious voodoo bastard. But Prophet had to admit it made him smile when Tom wasn’t looking. And once he’d discovered it, he’d taken the time to trace it with his tongue and nip it with his teeth, marking Tom hard, wanting to give tangible proof to his feelings. When Tom found out about the other shit—his eyes, everything else he was hiding—he might run, but Prophet resigned himself to the fact that his heart could get ripped out. Again. And it would be worse this time. Way worse, because Prophet knew more, felt more, loved harder.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Cillian's been gone for a while. Like gone, Mal. Won't answer texts or anything."
Mal shrugged again, encouraging the apeshit.
"Mal. Did. You. Kill. Him."
Mal stared at him steadily, then shook his head. Slowly.
"Good.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“How the hell did you know where I was?" Prophet demanded.
Cillian said simply, "Don't bother searching your phone for chips."
"Then how did you know?"
"Prophet, I know everything."
Fuck him. Cillian did.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I know, Tommy.” He touched Tom’s cheek. “I’d never betray you. It’s just you now.” “Just you.” Tom closed his eyes for just a second, soothed by the warm rub of Prophet’s palm, then opened them. “I love you. Who the fuck else could compete?” Prophet pulled back for a second. Repeated, “Who the fuck else could compete?” with his hand on Tom’s heart.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Did John fuck you up with relationships?” Tom asked now. “I don’t know, T. I never really thought about it.” “But he was your first, last, and only one, right?” “Yeah, he was.” Much in the way Remy’s dad was Tommy’s.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I say we go into his apartment and search the place anyway.” Prophet crossed his arms and asked, “For what?” with a smirk. “So I can trash it?” Tom said hopefully. “Isn’t it enough that you threw the couch out the window?” “You fucking love that shit,” Tom growled. “The jealousy turns you the hell on.” Prophet’s eyes got that familiar glow.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“And you really want to stay here?” “Yes.” “So you’ll stay here.” Remy”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“For a second, Prophet thought Doc had told him. Then he realized that he must’ve been giving off a come home now vibe . . . and obviously, message received. He buried his face against Tom’s shoulder for a few more seconds before pulling back. “John’s alive. Mal heard his voice. He’s alive and well, and I’m going to have to kill him.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“You’re just doing this to make yourself feel better.” “I will fucking punch you, you disabled asshole.” Prophet threw his hands in the air. “I swear to Christ, that’s abuse. You can’t yell at a disabled person like that. You can’t call a disabled person disabled asshole. That’s just fucking wrong.” “Who says?” “I do,” Prophet said indignantly. Doc was biting back a smile. “And it’s not funny.” Doc’s voice was quiet, a little rough and choked when he said, “I know, Proph.” And that was enough for Prophet to admit, “I don’t think I can do this.” Although he had no real idea what this was. At this point, it translated into everything. Doc”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I’ll get right on that, boss.” “You can call me that for the rest of the night.” Before Tom could scoff at that, Prophet grabbed him, pulled him to his feet, leaving them chest to chest for just a moment. Until Prophet pushed him against the stone and wood railing, and Tom had forgotten how good it felt to have Prophet manhandle him. Because the guy was damned strong. As much as Tom trained and practiced, as violent as he could get, Prophet would always be stronger. And Tom had to admit that he liked that. Probably as much as Prophet did. Prophet’s”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“You’re going to stay up and watch over me while I sleep?” Tom gazed at him. “Yeah, I am. Is that a problem?” “It fucking should be,” Prophet grumbled as he closed his eyes. “Fucking should be. But it’s not.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Jesus . . . Tom . . . this is reallyfuckinggood,” Prophet breathed in a rush of words. “Really fucking good, baby,” Tom echoed, smiling, the way he always did when Prophet was losing control. Prophet had lost it a long goddamned time ago when it came to Tom, but he’d be damned if he’d admit it. Out loud. Again. “Tommy . . .” And then Tom murmured, “Lije,” in his ear, his voice raspy and desperate, and Prophet shuddered, suddenly as desperate as Tom sounded. Of course, Tom noticed. And that’s when he began fucking Prophet in earnest, saying his name like a cross between a chant and a prayer, and Prophet was damned sure no one had made it sound better. No one had ever shortened it like that, but back in New Orleans, Tom had taken it and made it his own, using it every time they fucked. Like he was proving he knew Prophet, reminding Prophet that he’d let Tom in and there was no backing out now. Prophet”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I want to stay here with you and Tom."
Prophet glanced at him. He was so steadfast in his insistence, but then, just for the second, something akin to fear skittered across Remy's face.
"What's wrong?"
"It's just... is that going to ruin your plans to kill yourself?" he asked seriously, and Prophet saw the fear in the young man's face again, and realized it was more for Prophet than for himself.
"No. That dick already did that." He pointed in Tommy direction - still on the phone, his expression tight with anger.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“We've gotten through a lot of shit already, Tommy. A lot. Maybe more than we're supposed to. Maybe we've reached our limit."
"Still trying to protect me."
"Always."
"I'm going to chance it. Figure the universe already put us through hell.I think we're meant to come out the other side together."
Prophet rolled his eyes. "Romantic fucking voodoo Cajun shit.”
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again

“Because there was angry sex -- and that was hot. But this would be beyond that, resentful and questioning, trying to pretend that they could fuck away this particular problem.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“As Prophet unbuckled them from the harness, Tom smiled, his mind still somewhere in that blissed-out place. Prophet hung onto his biceps, checking to make sure he was all right and laughing. “Sick motherfucker.” “Oh yeah.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again