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[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

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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.

[shylyintrepid]

Yes, really. Word travels in gardening circles. Jehan.

[His blush gets a little redder. Oh, he's so cute. Why must he be cursed?]

What do you recommend, then, and do you serve lemonade that isn't powdered?

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Because they aren't allowed to have nice things?

He gives a mock-offended gasp.]

Powdered lemonade? Do you think so lowly of our fine establishment? I mean, I know our menus double as place mates but- [Another little gasp, and he looks ready to faint.] So rude. You are lucky you're cute otherwise I'd have to hand you off to Tai or Ethan.

[shylyintrepid]

[He laughs. It sounds like bells.]

I have eaten at American establishments before! I'm French, what do you expect from me? Though I am actually quite fond of your pies. We don't have things like that in France, not like you do.

[honey_silk_tongue]

You have eaten at the establishments that give all us Americans horrible names.

[He shakes his head, but can't fight a genuine smile down.

His laugh was nice.]

I should've guessed you were French.

[shylyintrepid]

Born and raised in Cannes, though I did spend a few years growing up in Paris with my godmother. I much prefer Cannes, however. It's warmer and easier to admire the lovely shirtless men on the beach!

[honey_silk_tongue]

You've got to forgive me but I have no idea where Cannes is. Hear Paris is... Nice.

[That hadn't been the word Kou used when he returned from that school trip, but Zane doesn't want to be insulting.]

Mmm, that does sound like a nice bonus. Though you might see some nice shirtless guys at the festival if it's warm enough.

[shylyintrepid]

Cannes is on the shore, where the movie festival is.

[He laughs that bell-like laugh again. By now, Zane should have been lectured, but Jehan is placing a small spell over the restaurant and no one's noticing them]

Like you, perhaps?

[honey_silk_tongue]

Ooooh.

[Later on he'll wonder why no one came to yell at him for not hurrying up, but Zane will just chalk it up to luck. It's not like they're too busy.

The smile strains as he shakes his head.]

Me? No. No body wants to see that. [Too many questions.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan would, but he just smiles sadly at Zane's answer, disappointed]

A shame. Will you be at the festival anyway, though?

[honey_silk_tongue]

Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world!

[He smiles, and then his eyes widen.]

Oh! Right, what would you like to eat? Besides not-powdered lemonade.

[shylyintrepid]

I'll eat anything you recommend, except for French fries.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Ah, but what about sweet potatoe fries?

[shylyintrepid]

Sweet potatoes are an American thing. I don't like them, either.

[He grins]

Do you have anything chicken?

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Mock gasp.]

You are not human. Who doesn't love sweet potatoe fries?

[But the smile is tugging on his lips.]

Yes we do, we've got chicken cesar salad, chicken fingers, grilled chicken, chicken pot pie... Probably a few other ones, but those are the most popular things.

[shylyintrepid]

Humanity is boring.

[Says the faerie]

The salad sounds nice. I'll have that, please.

[honey_silk_tongue]

You must be looking the wrong way then.

[He grins, nodding.]

One not-powdered lemonade and a salad coming up!

[He gives a small wave, taking a step back and practically running into another waiter. With an awkward laugh he ducks his head, retreating into the kitchen to place the order.

Stupid cute boys.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Stupid cute cursed boys.

....he's gonna help him.

When Zane returns with his drink, Jehan has left for the restroom but there's a napkin with his number on it (and a "brb")]

[honey_silk_tongue]

[He'd half thought he had scared Jehan off when he returns with the lemonade - and a plate of sweet potatoe fries because. Reasons.

The napkin makes him smile, the number even more. He looks left, then right, before pulling out his pad and scribbling his own number down along with a heart and switching it with the napkin.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Score!

That evening, when Zane should be walking home, he'll likely hear someone playing a flute off in a field somewhere. It's a very alluring sound]

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Zane cannot wait until he gets home. There's a pint of ice cream with his name on it and a marathon of NCIS to watch.

At least that's the plan until he hears the flute playing. Turning his head he listens for a minute, then changes direction and follows it.]

[shylyintrepid]

[The music will lead him to a sort of maze of rosebushes not far from a park that weren't there the day before. Not that anyone walking by seems to notice. If he follows the music through the maze, he'll find--

Well, it's obviously Jehan but not quite the same cute boy that was at the diner. For one, he's a lot paler, almost paper white and for another, his hair is literally fire-red, though the light can make it look strawberry-red.