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
[Free. Such a simple word and yet it held so much meaning. He reaches back again to touch where the tattoo is. A constant reminder of what had happened, what could've happened but-
But he was free. Unless Jehan lied and he was still going to die or something, but that didn't seem the case and-
Zane has to duck his head, because yup. Those sure are tears.]
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[Alright, he's being a bit overdramatic, whining just a little. At least until it clicks. His eyes widen a bit.]
... No, I don't. [And a look of dawning begins to form, eyes lighting up.]
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Then you're free.
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But he was free. Unless Jehan lied and he was still going to die or something, but that didn't seem the case and-
Zane has to duck his head, because yup. Those sure are tears.]
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[Jehan looks for tissues and ends up pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket to hand to Zane]
Please, smile! You're free!
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Happy tears! Do-Don't worry!
[He accepts the handkerchief, even though he knows it won't do much good. It's best to wait until their all done before he tries wiping them away.]
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I'm glad I could help you, petite. No one deserves that curse, not unless they're the most awful of people.