Darcy: What are you doing?
I waited for a reply and he gave me one in the form of a photo which made my heart nearly give up on life.
Lance: Reading...
Lance: I'm sure I don't need to remind you to delete that picture. What are you doing? (photographic answers are highly encouraged)

"I think the stars picked you for me, Blue. I think you're my Elysian Mate." His fingers intertwined with mine and I bathed in the caress of his magic, tipping my head back to rest against the couch as I absorbed his words.

Lance: In solaria blue means royal.
Lance: And to me, blue means you.

“You are meant for the sunlight, Lance Orion. So you’ll stand with me in it or else we’ll stay in the dark together.”

“Through this suffering I might be destroyed, but she would be saved. So I would be a willing sacrifice on the altar of our love.”

Lance: If you wanna start biting me a little harder, you can definitely be my Countess...
Darcy: Agreed. Maybe I can come and meet you after class for a snack...

I lifted my chin and the air became thick between us. “One day, Professor, I'm going to be strong enough to fight you off.”
“I know,” he said, his eyes glittering. “But until that day, you're mine, Blue.”

Darcy: What difference does it make to you aside from being able to tell me and my sister apart?
Lance: Blue means you like me.