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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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[honey_silk_tongue]

We might have some wine in on of the cabinets, I'll check.

[Zane wasn't much of a drinker outside of special occasions, but he knows Rika likes her wine. The question is did she finish that last bottle or not.]

Don't tell me your milk-ist.

[shylyintrepid]

I just prefer European milk! I was born and raised in what's now France. I'm biased!

[honey_silk_tongue]

Milk-ist~

[It comes out sing-song-y as Zane gets up, heading for the kitchen.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan laughs his bell laugh and moves to watch Zane go to the kitchen]

Biased! There's no such thing as milkism!

[honey_silk_tongue]

[The laugh is much better then the sad look he had been wearing. Which is why Zane backs up once he's entered the kitchen, just enough to poke his head out.]

Milkist.

[And then he leaves the room for good to search for some wine and glasses.]

[shylyintrepid]

[He laughs again, smiling and sighing as Zane ducks out of sight. Gods, but he's a lovely little human. He wants to keep him.

That smile is still on his face when Zane returns.]

[honey_silk_tongue]

[After a quick search he finds a bottle of wine tucked in the back of a shelf, and then a glass from the cabinet. He's humming as he returns with a glass of wine for Jehan and milk for himself.

What? Talking about milk made him thirsty.

The smile is not something he expected to see, and he can't help but shift.]

Got something on my face?

[shylyintrepid]

No! I'm just admiring. You're really pretty, Zane.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[There's a small blush.]

Stop doing that.

[shylyintrepid]

Zane, cher, if you would let me I would write poems upon poems about you and your beauty. And your personality, but poetry is best suited for the shallow parts of attraction.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[He gives Jehan an only slightly irritable look that is reminiscent of a grump cat. There's a brief moment where he debates pointing out that they've only just met but...

But he has a better idea.]

What's your favorite color?

[shylyintrepid]

What day is it? [He laughs] I'm not picky, though I love natural shades the best. Strawberry red or bright sunflower yellow.

[honey_silk_tongue]

What's your favorite day? [He grins again.] Favorite food?

[shylyintrepid]

Sunday, and strawberries. Or chocolate, but only European chocolate.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Don't tell me your chocolatist too!

[shylyintrepid]

American chocolate tastes like wax! Here, hold on.

[He pulls a small bag out of his pocket and out of that bag, a piece of chocolate wrapped in a smaller, cloth bag with the name of an expensive French chocolatier on it]

Bag of teleporation and holding. Wonderful things. Try the chocolate.

[honey_silk_tongue]

You take that back! American chocolate is delicious, not as delicious as Swiss chocolate, of course, but still delicious!

[He's laughing, at least until Jehan pulls out the small bag and from it a piece of chocolate.

Any light-heartedness Zane had been feeling vanishes.]

Thanks but I think I'll pass.

[shylyintrepid]

It isn't cursed, you know. I don't mess with that unless you've annoyed me.

[He pops the chocolate in his mouth, only slightly hurt that Zane refused]

The last one to do that was a man who could not take no as an answer in New Orleans.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Can't be too safe.

[He got caught once by a fae, and while he knew Jehan meant him no harm, he was not risking falling for the same traps.]

What did you do to him?

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan hums, thinking]

I believe I put him under a Sleeping Beauty curse, though he's due to wake up in twenty years. One of the nicest methods of revenge, believe it or not.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Yeah, that's certainly a nicer way to go.

[He rubs his shoulder, absentmindedly.]

I normally just kick them in the balls.

[shylyintrepid]

[He laughs, but he watches Zane closely]

I do that, too. I'm so small and petite that they think they can grab at me and not be attacked. They quickly learn otherwise, and if they don't then I curse them.

[honey_silk_tongue]

They always underestimate the tiny ones.

[He keeps a hand on his shoulder, gripping his shirt at the mention of curse but focuses on happier memories.

One brings a grin to his face.]

I mean, okay. So a guy I used to date, his little sister Naomi is tinier then you. I swear the girl is a pixie. My coworker Tai is real good friends with the two of them and told me about this time she was getting harassed by these tourists. At least we're pretty sure they were tourists because everyone in town knows if you mess with Naomi Mikano then Kou will actually break you're arm, but right. Some guys were harassing her when she was with her friends and Tai was about to cross the street to tell them to lay off when he noticed but before he could she popped them one. Broke the guys nose! [Zane can't help but laugh.] It's always you tiny guys that pack the biggest punch.

[shylyintrepid]

Naomi Mikano?

[Jehan laughs his bell-laugh, clapping delightedly]

Ma petite soeur! Of a sort, anyway. Her maman and mine are friends, and Naomi is a changeling, one of the abandoned children raised by a human. We find so many lost little things in Faerie--they stumble into a faerie ring or another doorway or are stolen and then misplaced by a crueler faerie. We try to return them but...well, they almost never remember where they belong if they're old enough to speak, and they rarely are. We find good families for the lost little ones, though, if a faerie doesn't decide to take them in. Maman found poor Naomi in our garden one day when she was really little and promptly brought her to Madame Mikano.

[Another laugh, this one slightly embarrassed]

I wanted to keep her, but Maman said that she would be happier with humans. So I just visit her whenever I can and we play and I grow things for her. I didn't know you knew her!

[honey_silk_tongue]

Wait. Hold on a second.

[Zane holds up a hand, both eyebrows shooting up.]

Naomi's a changeling... Oh dear god that explains so much. Like, no seriously, this explains everything I know about her.

[He also vaguely wonders if Kou calling her a changeling all this time was a joke or not.]

Small town. You get to know pretty much everyone after a year. [He chuckles, shaking his head.] You should see her while you're in town if you haven't already! She'll break my nose if she finds out I hogged you to myself.