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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]

[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.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[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.]

Hello?

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan giggles as the music stops. He's.

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!

[honey_silk_tongue]

Jehan?

[He blinks, shakes his head, blinks a second time before rubbing his eyes.

He is not seeing this.]

[shylyintrepid]

Mhm--and before you panic, I am not going to make that unfortunate secret of yours worse. I want to help.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Why would I panic?

[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.

[shylyintrepid]

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.

[honey_silk_tongue]

You do know you just admitted to lying a lot which makes it hard to believe anything you say? Like the whole "not making it worse" thing?

[shylyintrepid]

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.

[honey_silk_tongue]

You just met me, and I'll repeat. Totally just admitted to being a liar.

[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.

[shylyintrepid]

But you're human! You don't know half of everything, so you can't have tried it all. Who cursed you?

[honey_silk_tongue]

I know enough to know a fae was what did this to me!

[And that comes out a bit harsher then he intended.]

[shylyintrepid]

And one is wanting to undo it! I can't even curse people--I am a Tywleth Teg, I simply covet.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[He crosses his arms over his chest, taking another step back.]

The fae lie. And didn't you just say "lying is my life"?

[shylyintrepid]

[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.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Oh. He's noticing that.]

Sorry Jehan, but you must know that old saying. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice - not happening.

[shylyintrepid]

I'm fairly certain my mother coined it. Or my cousin, one of the two.

[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?

[honey_silk_tongue]

Nope.

[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.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Yeah, he is straight up pouting now and his glamor is flickering a lot more.

Also? Crying.]

You're dying, Zane. Or maybe something worse, I can't really tell. You're dying and I want to help and I don't know why you're being so stubborn and stupid over this! Please, let me help!

[honey_silk_tongue]

Don't you think I know that I'm dying!?

[Zane actually screams this, taking a shaky breath as his hand reaches back to rubs the mark.

It hurts.]

God I hope I'm dying.

[shylyintrepid]

It might be worse. Depending on the faerie who cursed you and why, you may not die but be turned into a thrall of some sort. I can help you! Even if it's just changing the curse a little, like Marianne did for Sleeping Beauty. Please. I want to help!

[honey_silk_tongue]

Help me by leaving me alone!

[Or letting him leave, he really wants too. He wants to go home and hide in his room for a little while and have Rika eventually coax him out with cake.

His eyes burn as he presses the heel of his hands to his eyes.]

I know you're from a different court or whatever but- but your kind is what did this to me in the first place. They tricked me with kind words a-and I just-

Just leave me alone.

[Oh here are those tears he's been fighting back.]

You don't know me. You don't owe me anything. Just let me leave.