OPEN POST

[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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[shylyintrepid]

[A sad smile]

Oui. The last time...well, I know why the say never love the sea.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Because the sea is a cold, hard bitch?

[The sad smile doesn't suit Jehan...]

[shylyintrepid]

Essentially.

[Selkies. Sigh]

Humanity is kinder than she is.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Have you seen reality TV? Humanity is not kind.

[It's pretty horrible, unless you're lucky enough to find the right people.]

[shylyintrepid]

[He just gives Zane that sad smile again. That's rather his point.]

[honey_silk_tongue]

[That makes him frown, just a bit.

So much for breaking the tension with a joke.]

Want anything to drink?

[shylyintrepid]

Do you have wine? I don't like American sodas and modern water is too polluted for me. The less said about the milk the better.

[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.