OPEN POST

[serenesuccessor]

1) Call out one of my muses!
2) Post a prompt, song lyric, picture, or anything really and I'll come up with a starter~ All AUs welcome!
3) Hard mode! No Enjolras

Comments

I reject rule 3. No regrets.

[jondrette]

Re: I reject rule 3. No regrets.

[heroespride]

[OOC: Pfffft everyone tends to ignore that one. Question is modern or canon?]

Re: I reject rule 3. No regrets.

[jondrette]

[your call]

I hope this works... Went with modern because it worked better.

[weneedasign]

[It had been Combeferre's idea to see the moth exhibit at the museum. Enjolras hadn't been very interested, but had agreed regardless because, well, it was Combeferre.

Of course he's spent half the trip outside the exhibit room, not truly in the mood for moths to fly all over him. After wandering around the museum twice he slipped out of the building, avoiding a puddle from the early morning rainstorm. How long could Combeferre wander around studying mo-

Wait. It was Combeferre. Enjolras sighed, leaning against the wall.

[neverminetolose]

[Eponine's hands were jammed deep in her pockets, her converse soaking wet through the rain. Her hair and jeans were wet, and she, on the whole, looked relatively disheveled. But what else was new? This was Eponine. What was new, however, were the way her messy, dirty hair fell over her eyes, how she seemed to be glancing over her shoulder every few minutes, a large backpack over the other shoulder.

She walked without really realizing where she was going or even caring, her eyes wild and unfocused. She only looked up when a car whizzed by her just as she was about to step off the sidewalk, blarring it's horn at her.] Yeah? Fuck you too. Shouldda let them hit me, [Eponine muttered darkly before realizing that someone was watching her. Turning, she saw a relatively familiar face.]

What are you doing here?

[weneedasign]

[The horn blaring was what made him turn his attention.

He stares at Eponine, eyebrow raised and a bit concerned. In response to her question he jabs his thumb over his shoulder at the museum.]

Combeferre was interested in an exhibit. What are you doing?

[neverminetolose]

[It takes her a moment to recognize his question, and even then, to respond to it. Reaching both hands up, she tucks her hair behind her ears.]

Walking. Getting hit by cars. The usual. [She adjusts her beanie, also still wet from the rain, before reaching up to scratch at the back of her neck, her fingers dirty, her sweater worn.]

Ayooooooo

[messengerofgod]

I'm ridiculously excited for this

[serenesuccessor]

[When Naomi was little - real little - she'd tried running away from home. It had been right after Dad had left them, after they moved from their home to a crummy apartment because that's all that Mama could afford. Naomi couldn't remember her thought process, just that maybe if she got lost Daddy would come find her.

He didn't.

Naomi had ended up in an unfamiliar neighborhood with a skinned knee that felt like she'd broken it opposed to just, well, skinned. The very little girl had curled up on a bench, crying into her knees until a strange man appeared in front of her offering her his hand. Naomi didn't remember too much about the encounter, except the man had wings, something she had told him numerous times as he walked her all the way home without her ever mentioning it.

The moment they reached her block they'd heard Kou shouting her name and, with a push from the man, she'd rushed into her older brothers arms knocking him over. When she looked back to introduce her new friend the stranger with angel wings had vanished.

The incident had faded into memory, at least until Naomi discovered just what was going on with her brother and the fact that she was the vessel of a spirit named Serenity.

Or rather, the memory returned with full force when Naomi arrived at Maria's apartment complex after school to see the man that had brought her home standing in the garden.

Needless to say, Naomi's reaction was to gape at him and point.]

Y-You!

[messengerofgod]

[This is weird.

Like, weird weird. But he'd always known she'd be the vessel. The true one. It's easy to point out, and they're important, after all, true vessels. He just found his way, way earlier.

And he'd always liked Ssrenity, before he ran, anyway.

So that little girl's just staring at him.]

...me.

[serenesuccessor]

[Her cheeks flush, embarrassed. Aunt Chiaki and Mama's lessons in manners suddenly returning to her.

But she really can't help but stare because she can still see his wings.]

So-Sorry, it's just, uh...

[She bites her lip.]

You're an angel...?

[It really shouldn't be a question, because after all the weird things that have been happening seeing an angel shouldn't be surprising. And yet.

In the back of her mind, Serenity was chuckling.]

[messengerofgod]

In the flesh.

[He gestures to the shadows of wings behind him, just a mere suggestion of himself.]

Or at least, as much as I'll ever be.

[serenesuccessor]

I met you, when I was little.

[She's more just trying to work this out. A small frown forms, but it's quickly replaced as she remembers something out.

Right! Manners!]

Oh! Um, 'm Naomi!

It's a fixed point ;_;

[wokethedragon]

SLAMS THIS DOWN

[worldabouttodawn]

[It had been a late night of planning in the Musain, but things were coming together. Of that Enjolras was sure. Every day they were coming closer and closer to the revolution. All they awaited was a sign, and that would come soon. That he knew. They just had to patient, that's what Combeferre told him.

Sighing he pulled on his plum colored jacket, bidding his friends goodbye and assuring them that he would be fine walking back to his flat alone. He'd done it before, and just because he got mugged that one time...

He paused on a corner, taking a deep breath of fresh air, smiling to himself at the though of a free France. Soon.

... Of course that thought was soon derailed by the fact their was a woman in a rather revealing dress walking down the streets.]

Mademoiselle?

[Probably someone who had too much to drink, they had to be to be out in this weather.]

[wokethedragon]

[The first thing Dany notices is that the dry air of the desert is gone, the heat of the flames that once surrounded her and her three eggs dissipated. Her beautiful blond hair's burned almost all away, leaving only bits, her plum dress from the fires.

The second thing she notices is that it's cold - very cold, and she pulls herself in on herself, wrapping her bare arms around her middle.

The third thing she notices is that her eggs are not with her - her arms are empty except for holding her body.

And now there's an unfamiliar man looking down at her, confused as much as she is. And he's addressing her, and she doesn't understand.]

...I'm sorry, what was that?

Shhh let's pretend language barriers

[worldabouttodawn]

[He gives her a bit of a confused look at her question but-

Oh! Without a second thought he unbuttons his jacket, shrugging it off and holding it out to her.]

Here. It's cold out.

[wokethedragon]

Thank you, ser.

[Though it's strange for her to be in this new place, this place that looks like nothing she's seen before, from the Dothraki Sea to even the house with the red door she so longed for. But this man is offering her a shirt of some sort, sheltering her from the cold like she would shelter one of her people from the heat if she could, and it's - it's noble. Honorable.]

What is this place?

[worldabouttodawn]

[He gives her a small, confused, look at the use of 'ser' but is quick to brush it aside. There are more important things at hand. Still, an eyebrow raises at her question and he can't help but look to see if she has any apparent injuries. Had she suffered a blow to the head?]

You are in Paris, France.

Are you injured?

ZANE BECAUSE MY HEART HURTS

[shylyintrepid]

I AM ETERNALLY SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK AND HOPE THIS IS ACCEPTABLE

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Hollow Grove wasn't a very big town. It was the sort of place where everyone knew one another, which was both nice and annoying. Today it was mostly annoying, if only because Zane was not in the mood to deal with people, not today of all days.

He didn't care what anyone said. It was his birthday and if he wanted to be a grump then by the gods he would be!

Plus, he had to work on his birthday. That was just like the cherry on top of things. Still, he tried to smile, thanking people who he served that wished him a happy birthday all while ignoring the painful sensation of the rose tattooed - and he used that term loosely - on his back losing another petal. He would have to check how many were left tonight. See how many years he had left before...

He sighed, blowing bubble gum pink bangs from his eyes. Just another hour and his shift would be over. So with that thought in mind he forced a smile, heading to another table.]

IT IS and I can use the second picture for Jehan here

[shylyintrepid]

[The table that Zane ends up at happens to be Jehan's.

Jehan, who happens to be fey. Only half fey, since his father was a human back in the 19th century, but he's still fey and still looks barely 20. (Thank you, awesome godmothers and your awesome gifts. So long as Jehan visits his mother and Marianne once a year in Cannes, he won't be dying any time soon. It made 1832 a little awkward, but there you have it.)

But yes, Jehan is fey and is in Hollow Grove for one of the festivals coming up. This city has the prettiest flowers and he wants to gift the city with even nicer ones.

He smiles at his server]

Bonjour.

I was secretly hoping for fey!Jehan.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Oh no... Oh no he's cute.

That's really the first thought that pops into his head at the smile and greeting. Zane stands still for a moment, but then snaps out of it. He grins.]

Hey there, cutie. You here for the festival? 'Cause I don't think I've seen you around before.

[shylyintrepid]

[He blushes a little.]

Oui, I am. I've heard wonderful things about it--I detoured specifically for it!

[He can also smell the magic over this boy. Unseelie, timed, maybe another five years before he's claimed. Poor thing.]

It's a lovely little town, this place.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Really?

[His eyes widen at that. Sure, he knows their festival was pretty well-known but to specifically make a detour for it?]

Hope it will be everything you've heard then! And more.

[He rolls his shoulder, giving a small wince before plucking his pen from behind his ear. There's a laugh.]

As annoying as it can be, you're right. Very lovely, with, I might add, some of the best food around.

I'm Zane, by the way.