#Drabbles: Etienne
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Could you make "I'm an excellent hugger. You can ask everyone." for my girl Leia please? 🥳🥳‼️
August 29, 1995
"Hey Lina. You okay?" Leia asked in concern. They were both in the library at the moment. Leia was in the middle of reading a book but stop when hearing someone cry. She looked up to see that it was Lina Marshall, Etienne's cousin and her classmate crying.
Lina looked up in tear stricken shock. Leia smiled weakly, "You want a hug? I'm an excellent hugger. You can ask everyone." She asked in attempt to cheer her up. Lina chuckled and went into Leia's arms, holding on tightly. Leia stroked her hair, "It'll all be okay."
#answered#jo 🤩#that 90s show#my drabbles#leia forman#oc: lina marshall#for clarification lina is etienne's cousin
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DEADPOOL
MASTERLIST || SPOILERS FOR DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE WARNING ⚠️
☁︎︎ = Fluff | ↯ = Angst | ☕︎︎ = Suggestive
➼ DEADPOOL | WADE WILSON
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➼ WOLVERINE | LOGAN | JAMES HOWLETT
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➼ GAMBIT | REMY ETIENNE LEBEAU
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#marvel x reader#marvel#x men x reader#deadpool#deadpool x reader#writing fanfic#wolverine#wolverine x reader#logan x reader#wade wilson x reader#james howlett x reader#deadpool and wolverine#Deadpool and Wolverine x Reader#spoilers#Deadpool & Wolverine x Reader
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tagged by @bg3 for truly the most classic tumblr tag game possible so here i go
i shan't tag anyone directly but if u r my mutual and u want to share consider urself tagged
favorite color: luv shades of gray. theres a specific sort of medium blue-toned gray like the sky turns before it storms that makes me crazy. you know how it is. when i was in high school i told my therapist my favorite color was gray and she made a face like i admitted to a murder
last song: snakeskin by rina sawayama....... listen to the kaine playlist btw
last movie: tbh i cant remember dsjkdsnjksd the last one that comes to mind is near dark (1987) ..... severen my boyfriend severen<33
currently watching: argghhhh man i dont REMEMBER..... i havent watched a lot recently :( me and my roommate are in the middle of crystal methyd's season of drag race and i'm planning a stranger things rewatch but i have to make room in my brain first
currently reading: rereading six crimson cranes by elizabeth lim! i got my hands on its sequel, the dragon's promise, so that's in the works. it makes me so crazy i love it so much. also constantly rereading the inkworld trilogy
current obsession: have you heard about gale my husband gale of waterdeep he's a wizard he's from waterdeep he's very powerful and he has beautiful brown eyes and he's friends with a tressym named tara and he's my most favoritest guy. in all seriousness though as much as i'm critical of it i have to thank bg3 for giving me something new to do with kaine, who is my oldest oc and my very dear friend. they're a major catalyst of the everything in my home dnd game, and having another lens to examine them through has been very helpful in writing them for our campaign. i could talk about them at length but i'll spare you (for now)
sweet, savory, or spicy?: my instinct says spicyyyy but tbh it varies. shoutout gochujang tho i put that shit in everything
currently working on: i constantly have about three to six canvasses rotating in clip studio that are always my ocs - usually sketch pages, but sometimes big stuff. rn i have a page for etienne, one for the warhawk, one for kaine, a larger kaine piece that i may or may not render later, and one surprise tool thatll help us later (it's kainegale, to no one's surprise). i'm ALSO finally finally working on the continuations of kainefic. first up is a collection of drabbles/oneshots/whatever you wanna call them to tie the larger parts of the main story together, and then i'm gonna work on a bit of a multichapter epilogue piece :) they have two separate weddings and kaine gets to go back to their home country (which has been conveniently missing its sovereign heir for quite some time)
ty for tagging me fray i love to talk about myself
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Drabble: Etienne proposes to Aurora
“What are your thoughts on marriage?”
The question drew Aurora from the book she had opened. She and Etienne had found a quiet place away from the rest of the, well, mage rebellion as it were now. Rhys had secured that with his vote a few weeks back. Etienne, himself, also had a book open and had been skimming the pages as well. His fineries he typically wore were dusted with the ware of battle and travel, yet somehow still pristine. Aurora examined him as she considered his question.
It brought up old childhood fancies she had had as a girl. The idea of marrying and having children, living simply and normal. It had been something she had frequently daydreamed about in her youth and sometimes those daydreams included…
She pushed the memory to the side, not wishing to dwell on the painful memories.
“I’m fond of the idea.”
“Ah, that pause, though…” Etienne looked up at her with playful grays. “Have a secret?”
“What? No, no! I...It’s…” She pulled the book close to her chest, glancing away as a blush brushed over her cheeks. “I used to think about it quite frequently and it tended to involve someone...Someone it would never happen with in the first place.”
“So you thought of it fondly?”
“Very much.”
At that, Etienne gave a sigh and sat up more fully, closing his book. He gave a bit of a shrug, opening his hands and revealing the glimmering rings on his fingers.
“I thought of it fondly as well,” he confessed. “Perhaps enjoyed romanticizing it in spite of my father’s situation. And I suffered the same disease as you.” He gave a wistful sigh, the playfulness leaving his gaze. “So, it was not in the cards for me either.”
A silence came between them, Aurora attempting to understand what point he was trying to make. Merely looking to strike up a conversation? Or was he nervous due to the recent events and what it may mean for him?
“If this rebellion succeeds, my father will more than likely put me as his heir,” Etienne continued finally. “And your family, the Amells, may well attain some nobility rank again. I was considering…” He looked her in the eye and he wore no mask, every emotion was there for her to see. “We get along well. We both think fondly of marriage and having children. We both have noble blood. And since we both have the issue mentioned prior, perhaps it may be viable if after all of this is done, we get married.”
Aurora furrowed her brows a bit, tilting her head to the side as she absorbed what was happening. He was...Proposing? In a perfectly political manner. While they did get along well, there was currently not much more than a friendly affection and admiration for each other. It might not be the dream of a young girl, but it made sense for the life of a young woman, Aurora supposed.
“That could be an idea.” Her tone was thoughtful and the more she considered it, the more it sounded appealing. Etienne was handsome, even with the wound across his face she had been careful to tend to. A mark of the friendship they had; him taking a templar’s blade in place of her.
“Obviously, we are not of the romantic persuasion, but I have heard that may come in time,” he said. “We could try it and see how an engagement goes. And if by the end of this war, we find it amenable, we can see about a wedding to make it official.”
It wasn’t how Aurora had dreamed it to be as a girl. It was actually very different than how she had daydreamed it happening when she sat in the library at Kinloch. Her eyes glancing over to see if he was there, not wishing to be caught in an awkward thought while she’d daydream. But it was...A respectable one. Not dashing, to say the least, but respectable. Etienne took care for her thoughts and feelings as he waited for her response.
“Yes, I think that’s agreeable,” Aurora finally said, a soft smile on her face.
That caused Etienne to smile in return and take the ring off of his pinky and kneel before her.
“I should do this properly, then, shouldn’t I?” He joked, causing Aurora to chuckle. “Then Lady Aurora Amell, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
“I shall,” Aurora responded, allowing him to slip the ring onto her finger. It wasn’t a fairytale, but Aurora was learning fairytales were just stories.
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Safiyah and Etienne tag dump! Since Tumblr sucks and I can’t edit my pages, it’ll be a minute before their pages are up (is the excuse I’ll use).A brief brief rundown is that Safiyah is one of my god-touched who is housing a bit of the Egyptian deity Set. Etienne is...a human librarian. That’s all.
#{Safiyah#{Safiyah Likes#{Safiyah Headcanon#{Safiyah Musings#{Safiyah Drabble#{Safiyah Answers#{Safiyah Voiceclaim#{Safiyah Wardrobe#{Safiyah Threads#{Etienne#{Etienne Likes#{Etienne Headcanon#{Etienne Musings#{Etienne Drabble#{Etienne Answers#{Etienne Voiceclaim#{Etienne Wardrobe#{Etienne Threads
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yeah yeah etienne/gwen aka sin/virtue and dark/light and corruption/purity, but do you know what opposites REALLY are their aesthetic? king/knight
#♂ ☩ || GWENAËL & ETIENNE. two sides of the same coin.#the one that's all about conquering hearts and ruling over them vs the one that tries to preserve and protect whatever good is left#hearts and souls*#and in a fantasy setting this works even better!!#there's a drabble about their first meeting i never finished writing#where they do talk about kings and knights and what the two of them are#and NGH#i love talking about these two#the aesthetic... the lore...#pats my own shoulder. you did a good job friend
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The mood was foul by the time Étienne returned from Therinfall.
Étienne himself was exhausted, and his companions shaken up. Ser Richard froze at the sight of them— Bull, offering his arm to a limping Vivienne, and Cassandra, looking as though she would maul the first person who talked to her. They broke away at the doors, Bull and Vivienne hobbling to the healers, while Cassandra stayed by Étienne’s side.
As uneasy as Ser Richard’s own crew was after gaining the mages, Étienne’s looked worse.
“The templars will join us.” Étienne said simply.
His voice sounded hoarse. Ser Richard frowned and nodded. “Was there-“
“It’s a long story.” Étienne interuppted.
“Leliana’s agents say you’ve chained the templars.” Cullen said, his tone harsh. “Why would you-“
Ser Richard shoved past Cullen, ignoring him. He’d had his fair share of Cullen yelling today, and he wasn’t about to put up with any more of it. He moved immediately to Étienne, taking his head in his hands and looking for any damage. Though the harm wasn’t apparent on the surface, Ser Richard could feel the energy tingling under Étienne’s skin.
“You’re hurt.” Ser Richard murmured.
He turned back to face his council with a gaze of ice. “This pointless arguing can continue later; right now the Lord-Protector needs to see a healer.”
“He needs rest. And quiet. And he wants whiskey.” A voice from behind them interuppted.
“What in-“
“How-
“GUAR-“
“WAIT!”
Étienne’s voice rang out above the others as he stepped back to grab the spirit. “It’s just Cole! He’s a friend!”
“That thing appeared from nowhere!” Cullen barked.
“He does that.” Étienne replied. “He’s harmless. He just wants to help!”
“What is he?” Josephine asked, curious even in her surprised state.
“He’s... he helped me deal with the envy demon in Therinfall. The one possessing the Lord-Seeker.”
That only started another round of jumbled yelling. Ser Richard shouted above it.
“Enough! We can discuss this later! Etienne, bring Cole to your quarters, I’ll have a healer and food sent up soon. Cassandra, you can fill me in on what happened in Therinfall. Everyone else, return to your duties.”
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#Etienne ( dossier )#Etienne ( mindset )#Etienne ( interests )#Etienne ( visage )#Etienne ( wardrobe )#Etienne ( threads )#Etienne ( open rp )#Etienne ( drabble )#Etienne ( inquiries )#Etienne ( relation )#( tag dumps )
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Day 2: Glass
AN: This one is a really quick snippet I made. I always had this idea of post-R&RWG that Etienne would run a bar, so this is sort of a set-up for that. It's also extremely rushed.
OC-tober is held by @/oc-growth-and-development (not tagging them this time since it's a day later lol) and Day 2's prompt was Glass. Enjoy!
Etienne grabs the beer mug and chugs it back before slamming it down. “Another one.”
“That’s your fifth one tonight,” the bartender says, grabbing it. They place it in the sink and put a glass of water down instead. “Anything on your mind?”
“No,” ve grunts.
“You’re the only one still here, so there’s something keeping you,” they say.
“The beer here is good.”
“It’s nearly midnight, you know.”
“Huh. Time sure does pass.”
“I’m closing soon.” The bartender gestures towards the door.
“Nice.”
They sigh. “I’m telling you to get out, big boy.”
Etienne nods. “And I’m not moving.”
“Sir, you need to leave. And pay.”
He waves his hand. “Fine, fine.”
The bartender waits as Etienne goes fishing for ver wallet. Ve takes it out and groans.
“What?”
“I may not actually possess any money on my person.”
The bartender curls their fist tightly and lets out a slow, long breath. “I am adding this to your tab. One last time. And then, you are coming right back here tomorrow, mister, and you are paying off everything.”
“Like with actual money, or-”
“Yes.”
“I don’t have a job.”
They throw the cloth in their hands at him. “Congratulations. You’re hired. $20 an hour.”
Etienne takes the cloth and starts wiping the counter. “Awfully high for someone who wants to murder me right now.”
“I try to pay a living wage for everyone. Now hurry up.”
Ve knocks ver elbow into the cup and shatters it, covering the bar with glass and water. He almost smiles as the bartender curses.
“Your debt is going to add up very quickly, Mister-”
“Etienne,” he finishes for them.
They roll their eyes. “Just clean it up, sir.”
#sky writes something#etienne#r&rwg#oc#skyllions ocs#original character#oc-tober#oc-tober 2021#drabble#snippet#writing snippet
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OKAy!
Has anyone (besides @stitched-yoongz because I tormented her until she played it) played a phone choice game called Choices that Matter? It has three stories on it so far and the first one (And the Sun went Out) has the most beautiful and amazing love interest called Etienne. Well while I normally don’t post fan fiction on here I’m thinking I’ll start and start with these. The closest I’ve come are our holiday oriented 3 shades of bear stories (which have admittedly fallen off the bus here, though we’re planning a banging ending if anyone has been following along). So! Go get the game! It’s able to be played for free or it’s $7 for a lifetime availability of each story (as in $7 per story). But the stories are so interactive and long with so many changes that it’s like getting a dictionary sized book for $7 which I would be so down for. But yes! Content that isn’t reblogged! Happening! Soon! Expect it! Build hype!
#Choices that Matter#And the Sun went out#Etienne#Etienne Sole#Etienne x protag#Fanfiction#blairxeim#Guys I'm so excited you don't understand how much I've screamed about him to Tina#Ahhh#The first one is probably gonna be non-cannon drabbles to prevent too many spoilers#I'm also thinking about going and posting/writing fanfictions for other fandoms#like for otp's cause I need motivation to do this#klance#starco#tomco#I've also been getting into the riddler x penguin#thanks to tina for that#and bts ships recently#i could write some sugakookie#or namjin#or mysme stuff#Davejohn#Davekat#so many I'm in class and can't think but yes!#In case anyone is interested
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Gonna make an Ozzie/Etienne drabble pack!
#Poorni speaks t9s#I just realized they’re the only canon queer ship on the show#and they don’t even show a picture of Etienne
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i know exactly 3 things about ballet, and one of them is that you have to bang new pointe shoes on the ground for some reason (thank you tik tok) so I was fully expecting Tee to get in trouble for something he was *supposed* to do. [if you're curious the other 2 things is that's it's super fucking hard to do and what 3rd position looks like]
Ohhhh, that's such an evil thought oh my god!
I don't do ballet either but I've watched quite a number of videos about it and, yeah dancers bang their shoes on the wall and even step on them literally crunching the box to "break them in" as they say. Because apparently the shoes are too stiff when they're new.
But yeahhh I love this thought so much! gently slides it in the planned drabbles Just imagine his Master running in on him saying "back at destroying my gifts again? This time it won't end so easy", and of course Etienne is muzzled for whatever reason so he can't even explain what he was doing as he's dragged into the room and tied in place for whatever punishment lies ahead of him this time.
#etienne asks#also lol one of the first things i learned about ballet was the 4th position#there's a move in skating that's the extended/more open version of ballet's 4th position#we call it an ina bauer
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Drabble || Only Waiting For This Moment
He knew it was a possibility, but it wasn’t one that he thought was actually going to happen. Six years on that damned thing and he could hardly believe the words that were being spoken to him.
There was a small hearing a few days ago. Your sentence has been commuted.
Malik and Etienne sat side by side as the blonde silently processed the words spoken earlier in the day. He barely noticed the older man move and unlock his anklet for the last time. What he did notice was the hand that was later placed on his shoulder and he smiled up at the Frenchman before embracing the man.
“Thank you.”
“You did good.”
Once Malik rose to his feet he looked around as he folded his arms, a smirk at his lips.
“You know this changes nothing right? Still going to be a pain in your ass,” he teased as the Frenchman rolled his eyes.
“I know.”
They stood in silence in the living room of the Egyptian’s flat for a few moments before Agent Laurent would finally ask.
“So what are you going to do next? Thinking of joining us full time?” Malik only offered a wry smile.
“I have no fucking clue.”
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🟡 Yellow - What is the best motivation for you to write your muse?
Munday Meme.
Just having an idea that I want to get out there, mostly. I’ll have a few sentences in mind and go from there, when it comes to writing out answers for asks or doing drabbles or whatever.
When it comes to RP -- having someone who pushes Etienne out of their comfort zone a little bit, surprises them, that’s always motivation for me to push my writing a bit further.
Thank you for the ask, @maybeimawhale!
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Drabble: Random Scene set during Asunder featuring Aurora Amell and Etienne de Rousseau. It’s a bit rough, I just wrote it today and have not edited it to be a bit more fitting for the setting.
Lord Seeker Lambert had held a chokehold on the White Spire and made sure to be aware of what every single mage was doing. It gave little chance for Aurora to observe Val Royeaux, as Wynne had instructed her to do. She was to keep her eyes and ears open for any peculiarities which may arise and inform her when she returned. Luckily, Aurora had managed to befriend one of the senior enchanters of the White Spire.
Etienne was the son of a well respected marquis and had more freedoms than many of the other mages Aurora had seen in the Circles. Despite Lambert’s attempts to regulate traffic, he had no option on the matter of Etienne. The man had been away from the Circle when the crimes had occurred, at his family’s estate at his father’s behest. It was a birthday matter or some reason, Aurora wasn’t sure. But due to this connection, Aurora found herself strolling along the streets of Val Royaux with him and two templar escorts, of course. Two Etienne requested and Lambert had to clench his jaw about and accept for the time.
He was a handsome man and Aurora did consider it a shame he wore a mask about outside of the Circle. It had been a habit, he explained, after being raised in his father’s household until his magic appeared. It was a simple version of the family mask, an ivory color with the family’s emblem etched into it with gold paint. The sunburst blossom, as it was called, glimmered on the forehead of the mask, a complimenting contrast to the ivory hue on the mask. Some simple yellow sapphires lined the underside of the of his eyes, following a gold etched line. His attire was a rich blue robe, detailed fashionable with gold and ivory, matching the mask he bore perfectly.
To say Aurora felt rather simple in her light blue circle robe was an understatement. Perhaps it was finer than some, with a white fennec fur trim, but the style was distinctly Fereldan. And the simple details on her attire paled in comparison to the complex gold and ivory trimmed patterns on his. It was, to say, an odd pair which caught the eye of quite a few people in the marketplace. Perhaps it was also the fact they were mages with a templar escort following a bit behind them, but also terribly mismatched.
“Thank you, again, for allowing me to accompany you, Ser Etienne,” Aurora began, unsure of a proper title for him. He waved it off, a charming smile visible beneath the half mask.
“I could not let you be in Val Royeaux without actually experiencing the fine culture,” he told her. “It really does pale in comparison to others.”
Aurora kept her features even, considering the implication. She paused to look at a stand in the marketplace. A merchant who sold ‘exotic’ goods, but Aurora could note a few of them were of questionable shape. She’d spent so much time buried in whatever book she could get her hand on, she could see the lackluster of some of the false Antivan jewelry and the poorly done Fereldan embroidery. She continued walking along beside Etienne, giving a thoughtful hum.
“So much so merchants sell poor copies of other cultures?” She inquired lightly. “Or perhaps they believe them to be better?”
Etienne was not insulted in the slightest; in fact, he seemed amused by her astute observation.
“Orlais does tend to think itself capable of doing better than others, but we have the history to back that.”
“Have you ever woven a basket, Ser Etienne?”
“No, I have not.”
“Pity, it’s a relaxing hobby, and one which takes years to master to the finest,” Aurora began. “And then those skills are passed on to the next generation and the baskets get stronger and prettier. This continues until the basket of the region is one of the strongest and finest...Now imagine someone coming and seeing it, and considering ‘I can surely make that!’ And does so, but it is a poor copy and you buy it, thinking it is a better version than what is made elsewhere. But after time, you see the flaws and how it doesn’t hold what it needs to properly.”
Etienne waved his hand, giving a warm laugh.
“I see your point, Lady Aurora. You can desist in outwitting me with your clever tongue. Perhaps there is room for Orlais to learn and not be as prideful. Is that what you’d like to hear, then?”
“Perhaps.” Her tone was nonchalant as she walked a bit ahead of him. She paused as they walked by a sidestreet. She assumed it lead to the alienage from the looks of it because further down the way it was far less appealing than the street they were on. Aurora knew of the dangers but she could see a few shops down the way. She glanced back at their escort and then back to Etienne.
“What shops are down that way?”
“Some lower ranked merchants who can’t afford this area and some better off elven ones who can manage to rent a shop outside of the alienage, if only for a short time,” Etienne explained. “While it can be questionable in the evenings, it should be fine during the day if you are curious to look.”
“I am,” Aurora began, headed down the road. She turned to look at him, a brow raised. “I was raised in Ferelden so I have simpler cultural taste, after all.”
“Ah, there it is,” Etienne remarked cheekily, following after her. The two templars followed them at an easy pace, clearly not as concerned about Etienne as they would be with any other mage.
“There what is?”
“The sweetly biting remark I was expecting, of course,” he responded, gray eyes glimmering with mirth. “I imagine you could kill a man with a smile and politely worded insult. It is very Orlesian.”
“Hardly,” Aurora shot back, false disdain in her tone. “I don’t have a knife up my sleeve when doing so.”
“And there it is again.”
The pair fell into a comfortable silence as they strolled along the street, merely window shopping at this point. They would point out different wares on and off to each other, but felt no need to fill the quietness between them. It was oddly comfortable, Aurora realized, not at all awkward like she was used to feeling. She found it pleasant. She also noticed how people would pay special attention to them due to the mask Etienne wore and she realized precisely why he chose to wear them outside of the Spire.
While the Chantry would expect his family to renounce a bastard mage child, his father had not, and Etienne played it to his advantage. Whether outside of the Circle or inside of it, he made sure he hadn’t as many difficulties of others. For a moment, Aurora wondered if she would have had the same courtesy if her own noble family hadn’t been so utterly disgraced in Kirkwall.
She was jolted from her thoughts at the feeling of someone rushing past her. An elven boy, no older than ten years of age, rushed by her. She could hear shouts from behind them. Etienne put an arm around her shoulder and moved her out of the way as guards from a nobleman chased the boy. It hardly seemed to be fair, two guards after one boy.
As the boy tripped on a loose cobblestone, the guards advanced, one ready to strike the boy with his fist. Aurora moved on instinct, not really hearing Etienne yelling after her. She placed herself between the guard and the boy, taking him in her arms.
“He’s a child!” She scolded the guard, causing him to pause. “What has he done to deserve a strike?” He was shivering and Aurora noted he already had injuries, as it were.
“He dared to insult Baroness Le Monte,” the guard sneered. “The worthless knife-ear mocked her—”
“She didn’t pay all she owed!” The boy piped up, his voice cracking with fear.
“Your rabbit master will accept whatever pay the baroness deems worth his time,” the second snapped, moving to pull him out of Aurora’s grasp. “Now, let him go you insolent dog wench!”
“I must ask you to watch your tongue when speaking to my friend.” There was a cool edge to Etienne’s voice as he cut in, causing the guards to look at him. While his voice had an edge, his face was nothing less than polite and friendly. “Baroness le Monte, you said?” He took a step closer and the guards seemed to realize who he was. He tilted his head a bit, seeming to play confused. “She’s shirking around payments? My, I hope they haven’t fallen on difficult times…”
“No, no they have not, Ser de Rousseau,” the guard said firmly, yet there was a waiver in his voice.
“Ah, because they ought to be able to pay what is owed then, correct? We would not wish the other nobles to think any less of the house le Monte, no? It would be a shame, the baroness throws such lovely parties. If they think…”
“We will see the pay is done,” the first said with a huff, giving them a pouch of what else was owed.
“Good,” Etienne said with a smile. “Give Sophia my regards.” With that, the guards left the two the the boy, the templars watching them skeptically.
Aurora helped the boy to his feet, straightening his jacket a bit and smiling at him. He looked at her in surprise with large green eyes. He tilted his head to the side, a tuft of dark brown hair falling onto his sunkissed forehead.
“Are you well? Not too hurt, are you?” She asked gently. He shook his head, still not sure what to say. She handed him the pouch and then reached into her own purse and pulled out a few small coins she had. “Good. Run back to your master and buy yourself a sweet roll on the way.”
“Th-thank you, ma’am!” The boy said, turning to rush off. Aurora watched him go, a sad look on her features.
“You know, it is not typical for someone to stand up for elves,” Etienne pointed out. “That was the cause of a revolt in Halamshiral, you know. A good elf was apparently killed and the elves revolted because no one stood up for them against one of the lords of the city. The empress purged the alienage.”
“Well, maybe more people ought to stand up for them,” she said, allowing Etienne to help her to her feet. “Perhaps if more people stood up for each other, the world would be better.”
“An astute philosophy, Lady Amell,” Etienne teased her. He glanced back at the templars, realizing they were becoming antsy. “It is about time for us to return, is it not?”
“It is, Enchanter,” one of them replied with an annoyed, gruff voice.
“Then let us not keep Lord Seeker waiting,” Etienne responded. “I am sure he suspects us of great crimes due to this.”
“Watch your tongue, mage,” the second snapped and Etienne merely smiled.
Aurora was sure it was to hide his nerves.
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