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
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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?]
[Still, she looks at herself, her now-thinned hair, dirty but otherwise fine skin, and searches the area once more for her eggs. They're gone. She passes right by his question with another.]
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frolickandbefree2013-12-26 10:58 pm
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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.]
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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
Oh! Without a second thought he unbuttons his jacket, shrugging it off and holding it out to her.]
Here. It's cold out.
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[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?
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You are in Paris, France.
Are you injured?
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[Still, she looks at herself, her now-thinned hair, dirty but otherwise fine skin, and searches the area once more for her eggs. They're gone. She passes right by his question with another.]
Where are my eggs?
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[He looks at her, confused to what she means. His eyes scan the area but he sees no basket full of eggs.
There's a fleeting moment where he wonders if he's encountered one of Paris's... Less sane citizens.]
There are no eggs here.
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[She looks at him with conviction, as if she's committed it to memory - because she has.]
I went into the fire with them.
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There are no such things as dragons, mademoiselle.
Are you lost? I can escort you home.