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
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.
[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.
[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.]
[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.
[Was that maze here before? Zane doesn't remember it but... Hey maybe it is. He's not sure now. Right now all he's really focused on is finding where the musics coming from and -
Not... What he expected. Then again he's not sure what he expected.]
Zane, cher, I am over two hundred years old and a faerie. Lying is my life and you have several, but I'm referring to the one that is slowing dooming you.
It's a Winter curse. I'm Summer. I literally cannot make it worse, not without killing you anyway and that's never very much fun, not unless you deserve it anyway, which you don't so I won't be killing you.
[He smiles a bit]
Please, I do want to help. You're a lovely boy, Zane, and it isn't right that you're cursed.
[Oh, now he's sulking. Zane will find that he can't leave the area.]
You are far too smart, petit. I did not mean that literally, and not all fae lie. Leave out vital details, perhaps, but that is all. I honestly do want to help you! You are the sort of human I adore, Zane--gorgeous and pale and uniquely tragic, not the boring old typical human sort of tragic. Not to mention you're male. I never find boys to moon over anymore, it's depressing.
Though he is tempted, but now that Jehan's revealed himself, well, Zane is just reminding himself of what happened last time he trusted a supernatural being.]
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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.
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[Says the faerie]
The salad sounds nice. I'll have that, please.
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[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.]
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....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")]
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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.]
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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]
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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.]
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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.
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Not... What he expected. Then again he's not sure what he expected.]
Hello?
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Look he's a couple hundred year old faerie, clothing is totally optional for him. He at least has shorts on, okay?]
Took you a while, petit!
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[He blinks, shakes his head, blinks a second time before rubbing his eyes.
He is not seeing this.]
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[His hand goes to rub his shoulder, near the tattoo.]
Secret? What secret? I have no secrets. [Lies. He has a lot.] I'm an open book.
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[He smiles a bit]
Please, I do want to help. You're a lovely boy, Zane, and it isn't right that you're cursed.
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[There's a bit of a smile though.
No. Wait. Trusting cute boys is how he got into this mess!]
There's nothing that can be done 'bout it. Believe me, I've tried everything I could think of.
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[And that comes out a bit harsher then he intended.]
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The fae lie. And didn't you just say "lying is my life"?
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You are far too smart, petit. I did not mean that literally, and not all fae lie. Leave out vital details, perhaps, but that is all. I honestly do want to help you! You are the sort of human I adore, Zane--gorgeous and pale and uniquely tragic, not the boring old typical human sort of tragic. Not to mention you're male. I never find boys to moon over anymore, it's depressing.
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Sorry Jehan, but you must know that old saying. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice - not happening.
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[He hair's flickering a little--the only sign that he's actually starting to get pissed as it means he's not controlling his glamor very well]
Will you at least tell me what the curse is?
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[And he pops the p in that.
Though he is tempted, but now that Jehan's revealed himself, well, Zane is just reminding himself of what happened last time he trusted a supernatural being.]
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