#etienne replies to things

[greenbergwrites]

Who is Etienne? How did they come to be in your writing?

First Etienne post is here, and basically he was created out of a desire for people to see Steve with a friend and/or there to be a possibility of two Steves, one Bucky

I never ended up writing Bucky/Steve/Etienne bc I gave Etienne his own Alpha, but now he's there when we need a mischief-maker in a 'verse :P

[forestofforever]

@foxedthecards (reply to this)

" Pfggkhgg! Etienneeeee! " Jonas hid his face with one hand as he gave Etienne a playful and gentle little push with the other. " Ehehe-he! Oh but you are such a good boy! How much fun you think you could have if your little elf came gift-wrapped too? " He peeked out at him from behind his hand, smiling and going red in the face. That laugh of Etienne's, he loved it because there was something considerably less restrained in it than his usual even-toned chuckles. It was probably the first time he'd heard him laugh like that in that particular way too! " Y'know since you like that idea so much and I've been dying to have you do this anyways..ok here. Let me see you make me up like the cute little Christmas elf you'd like! " He knew Etienne had skills in the makeup department and he trusted him to make him look beautiful. " But in turn that means when you're done I want to glam up that gorgeous face of yours too. You ok with that? I'll even keep with the holiday theme ehehehe." A huge flirty grin crossed his face. " You can be my Big Daddy Christmas eheheee! "

"A good boy? Oh no, with all the things I've been doing to you, not even to mention the things I've thought about doing, I am most certainly on the naughty list. It will only get worse if I get to unwrap you, I'll never get on the nice list again after that."

As Jonas calls him Big Daddy Christmas, Etienne truly loses all composure, laughing so hard that he begins to snort. "Oh god, please...hah...don't call me that!" He gives Jonas a playful shove as he tries to catch his breath between scattered chuckles. "Honestly, I have thought about you calling me daddy before, but not like this. Never like this. Please don't ever do that again."

He leans closer and plants a few playful kisses on Jonas's jaw and neck, taking the opportunity to nibble his jaw a little before leaning back. "I am delighted at the opportunity, you will be the most beautiful elf on the entire North Pole." He grins as he looks at the makeup, then seems to pause.

"Jonas, I don't like begging, but I will if I must. I have a darling little green corset that would look phenomenal with the makeup and your hair, please for the love of all that is holy, let me dress you up." Etienne can't even begin to hide the excitement at the very idea of giving Jonas a full makeover.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"I'm so glad you could make it, Lauren. It feels like it's been forever since I've seen you."

The youngest Durant sibling smiled at her sister. "College has been intense. I mean, I'm still in my first year, but with exams coming up, everyone is going a little crazy."

"That's how I remember it. I thought Nathan was going to burn down the student union building one exam period. I mean, he didn't even end up writing the exam, but he still went crazy with the rest of us."

"I'm so glad you met Trent," Lauren replied, looking over her shoulder in case Nathan suddenly showed up. She wouldn't put it past him. "Nathan creeps me out. There's something not right about him."

Cindra laughed, despite her sister's worry.

"Nathan likes people to think he's dangerous and scary, but he's a sweetheart deep down. Very deep down. Don't worry about him. He's harmless."

Lauren gave her sister a skeptical look but didn't push the subject. Let Cindra have her creepy crush. Lauren wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near Nathan Helios.

Everard and Luci tossed a baseball back and forth to warm up. They were about to start the official Siew family games and baseball was the first event. Luci was naturally athletic and had no doubts of her ability to lead her team to victory. Her little brother on the other hand....

At least Everard was trying to practice. Etienne was about to go swimming in the pool, and Fiolett was working on a drawing she refused to abandon. Who knew what Rien was up to? Luci had learned long ago not to count on her twin sister to do anything with her. If she had to guess, Rien was probably off talking with Adam about weird ghost sightings or something crazy like that. Ever since Theo had been sent away to school, Rien had been speaking to Adam an awful lot. Luci would normally assume that this meant that her sister had a crush on Theo's boyfriend, but this was Rien they were talking about. She was probably just telling him that he was being haunted by spirits.

"Rien? Honey, I thought you were playing baseball with your brother and sister? Did they finish playing already?"

Adrian approached his daughter reluctantly. It was obvious that Rien had no intention of playing with her siblings or being social. At least this time, she wasn't alone. Adrian had nearly tripped over Travis Maricourt scribbling furiously in a book by the hot tub, completely disengaged with the barbecue.

"I'm sorry, Dad, but I'm needed elsewhere," Rien replied cryptically. "Baseball seemed like a waste of time, considering how little of it is left."

"Uh...huh. Well, where are you needed? I can help you and then you can go play with the other kids here. I saw Travis Maricourt writing over by the hot tub, maybe you two could play alone together."

"Thanks for the offer, but it's not me who needs to socialize. You need to talk to people at the party," Rien insisted. "Hang around Queen Maura to help her. You'll know what to do when the time comes. I have my own role to play. Have you seen Princess Georgiana?"

"Are you going to play with Her Highness, or continue your cryptic riddles with her?" Adrian asked wearily, already knowing the answer. "Please don't say anything that would scare the princess. She's younger than you and scares easily."

"I'll play nicely, Daddy. I promise."

Adrian tried not to wither at the glare his daughter was giving him. Of course, she'd inherited Roman's patented stare, the same as Theo. Whenever the kids were angry, it was like being surrounded by little Roman clones. Thank god that most of them seemed incapable of scowling like their father, aside from Theo.

"Rien, you know that I love you very much," Adrian tried. "Go play with the princess and have fun. Maybe you and I could play cards with your siblings later. That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, Daddy. That sounds like fun."

The tone of her voice very clearly conveyed that playing cards would be the worst thing that could happen to her, despite her ominous words. Adrian bit his cheek to keep from groaning or reprimanding his daughter for lying. There wasn't a parenting book out there that could help him parent Adrienne.

"I'll see you soon," Rien declared suddenly, wrapping her arms around her baffled father. "Remember, hang around the queen. There's a collection of heirloom swords in the second bedroom upstairs. Do you remember how to use them?"

"Yes, I remember how to use many weapons. I studied all of that in military school. How the hell do you know about a collection of swords? Have you been playing with them? You're too young to-"

Rien let go of her father and gave him a sad look. Her eyes didn't look like she was twelve. They held secrets and sorrows well beyond her years in a way that Adrian would never understand. He'd never met Roman's grandparents, but Roman often mentioned how similar Rien sometimes looked to his grandmother. Whoever she looked like, there were times that Adrian stared at his daughter and didn't recognize who stared back.

"Remember, the queen needs you," Rien said again, skipping off to find Georgiana. As usual, Adrian made a mental note of this behaviour to address with Roman and despite his skeptical nature, went in search of Queen Maura.

"I heard there was a barbecue here, but I don't smell anything cooking. Don't tell me that I missed Dad's famous burgers."

"Oliver! You made it! I thought you had exams to study for." Claudia ran to embrace her little brother, excited that he'd actually kept his promise and came to the family gathering.

"Yeah, well, we're not all monarchs wealthy beyond imagining," Oliver laughed. "I'm a poor college student. An offer of free food doesn't come along very often."

"Oh, you're impossible!" Claudia teased, tickling her brother like they were still children. "A poor college student whose tuition is covered by his very rich sister, along with a generous fund for personal expenses."

"Well, I still eat a fair amount of ramen regardless. I won't let your money take away from the college experience."

"Well, maybe I'll withdraw my tuition support next semester if that's how you feel," Claudia laughed. "Then you won't have to fake the 'authentic' experience."

"Ah, who can say what's authentic?" Oliver replied, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Maybe I'll accept your charity for a few more years after all."

This was a dance Claudia and Oliver performed seamlessly over the years. She'd offer whatever Oliver could possibly need in life and he'd playfully decline, only to accept it moments later. He'd been too young to understand his sister's change in rank when she took the throne, but he'd never been jealous of her. She was the queen and he was free to live as he chose. Claudia had frequently offered her brother a royal title and estate of his own, but Oliver had turned her down every time. Apparently, the monarchy was a "Claudia and Dad" project, while the "Oliver, Travis, and Mom" project was perfectly content away from the throne.

"Speaking of charity, where are the hamburgers I was promised? I'm wasting away here."

Claudia rolled her eyes.

"Blame Dad. He was supposed to be here to barbecue after work, but I guess he got busy. You know how obsessive he is about grilling things. God forbid someone other than him gets to touch the grill so we can eat."

"Well, where's Uncle Travis? I've seen Dad let him grill before and I'm starving. Let's just start grilling and apologize later. He can't be mad when we've waited this long."

Ewan Traver watched as his uncle, Ewan Goldman, arrived in a shower of sparkling light just in front of the front entrance of the cottage. It was a relief to see him, especially since Ewan's own son, Oliver, was currently leading a rebellion among the family to replace his father with anyone else who knew how to use a grill. The family was currently split between honouring the original plan and replacing Ewan with his reluctant brother, Travis.

"Uncle Ewan! Finally! Everyone's been going feral waiting for food. You're late."

"Uncle Ewan?"

Ewan Goldman made no attempts to respond to his nephew. Instead, he stared at the ground, unable to meet the younger Ewan's eyes. A shiver ran down Ewan Traver's spine. Something was wrong here. Dangerously wrong. This intuition was confirmed when dark, glossy wings emerged from his uncle's back, wrapping around a body that had gone from looking normal and healthy to a sickly hue that radiated an unnatural cold that Ewan could feel from several feet away. When his uncle spoke, it wasn't his usual cheerful voice, but one that sounded hollow and deadly.

“I’m not here to join in the festivities. Unfortunately, I’m here for work. I’m so sorry.”

[novankenn]

Saints of the Sword (v1-8)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

It was nearing midday when the promised medical visit happened. Meaning that for much of the morning the entirety of the Chevalier, did much of nothing, but lase around and wait. Professor Peach, who also happened to be a board licensed and accredited doctor, plus the head of Beacon's Infirmary, was giving Jaune a quick examination in his room... under the watchful eyes of Guy and Joan.

Standing outside that room was Cardin, Dove and Jeane. All three were dressed in rather casual and modern clothing.

"So?" Jeane asked.

"What do you mean so?" Dove replied. "We can't do much. Jaune wants to be here, and considering how important to our company, he is... we all know we won't leave him behind."

"I agree, but we need to think of his health." Jeane countered, "Have you looked at him recently? He's wasting away, and I really don't give a fuck about what happens, has happened, or will happen here at Beacon. Jaune does not need to be here."

"I understand what you're saying, Jeane." Cardin commented, "But we all know how stubborn that little twat is. Jaune wanted to be here. He's seen something coming, and you know as well as I do..."

"He's going to want to attempt to stop it." Jeane added with an exasperated sigh.

"That's how that little shit is." Dove offered, "But Jeane's right. Being here is doing a number on him. Fuck, Joan looks like hell warmed over. I don't think she slept at all."

"That's why the doctor is here." Cardin responded. "If she can get Jaune to take something to help him sleep, he'll most likely recover some of his old stamina."

"How long is that going to take, though?" Jeane asked.

"I don't know." Cardin replied.

"Well, Jaune's condition aside. I don't like being here." Dove informed the others, "This place gives me the creeps. I took a little walk about earlier, and while everyone seems to recall us..."

"I doubt in favorable or fond terms." Cardin chuckled, getting a lop-sided smirk from Dove.

"No shit. The opinion of team CRDL has us ranked less than grimm-shit, but..."

"But?" Jeane asked.

"I tested the waters. I asked around, making it seem like I was looking for someone."

"You were asking around about Jaune." Cardin spoke. "Why?"

"Just to see."

"To see what?" Jeane asked.

"To see if anyone could recall him. We've told you what was going on when we left just after he did. Well, it seems there are some vague memories, but nothing... more substantial."

"Well, it makes sense. He really wasn't that much of a stand-out, did you try his team or his friends?" Cardin asked.

"No. I figured that would be pushing it, as we still have a bad reputation here even after this long." Dove answered.

"That tell us basically nothing." Jeane commented. "So what's the plan then?"

"Keep alert, and make sure no one moves about alone. If something is brewing here, we need to be ready." Cardin offered.

"I agree, but what about Jaune?" Jeane asked.

"Well we all know Joan ain't going to be more than three steps away from him, but I think we need to have a couple others around him as well, and think it should be Sky and Etienne."

"Makes sense. Sky's as religious as Jaune is, and they do have that bond." Jeane agreed. “And anyone who is in their right mind won’t make a move with Etienne nearby. But do you think we have to be that proactive?”

“To be honest, I don’t know.” Cardin replied. “It’s not like Jaune’s visions are straight forward. We just have to do our best like we always do until things start to fall into place.”

“So stay the course, but be alert and ready?” Jeane asked.

It was at that point, Professor Peach exited the room that was housing Jaune. When she looked up after softly closing the door, she smiled at the trio and moved forward, closing the distance between them.

“I’ve given him a mild sedative, and his partner has the prescription.” Professor Peach informed the trio. “The dosage should help him get a full, undisturbed night’s rest, but if it does not help, contact me. I can increase the dosage if needed.”

“Thank you Professor.” Cardin spoke. 

“If anything else comes up, you have my information.” Peach offered. “I or another member of my staff can be here very quickly. So do not hesitate. Understood?”

The trio of taller individuals nodded to the fairly short, pink haired woman, clade in an oversized lab coat, and wearing wire rim glasses.

“We will.” Jeane confirmed, before the Professor gave them all a warm smile before heading off.

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[blisteringstar]

Prompt 17 - Sally

Following This by @houserosaire

Cisne looked down at the sight before him. He knew that Leander knew Honore, but something in him wished not to believe it. Although he turned and angled his ears as fat as they would go, not even his hearing could pick up what the conversation was about. With a suck of his teeth and a clucking of his tongue, he turned and walked off from the scene with a particularly hard thump of his first heel.

"Ooh you sound mad," The voice over his linkpearl perked up in that dreadfully chipper tone of an airy voice. Inwa. How did he hear any of that? The miqo'te wasn't attuned to dynamis and emotions like Cisne was, but sometimes he could have sworn he had to be.

"I'm not capable of anger--," Cisne stated, cut off quickly by a peal of laughter from the other end.

"Inwa."

"Sorry sorry. I was just impressed with how fast you tried to deny it." Inwa cleared his throat. "What did you come across that made you make all of those sounds?"

"Honore and Leander were talking. I couldn't hear about what. Has he said anything to you recently?" Cisne sighed. It was easier to ignore some of the things Inwa said than address every thing he said that upset him. They'd both be there forever, and Cisne didn't have that sort of time.

"… Oh riiIight!" Inwa said in a bright, cheery tone that it was threatening to give Cisne a headache. "I forgot that they knew each other. What are the odds? That's the one you--"

"No, I do not. Our tastes are nothing alike." Inwa was derailing the subject, and Cisne couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or not. It was both easier and harder to talk to the miqo'te over linkpearl instead of face to face. The deep well of misery the dragon-cat had become lately was too much for Cisne to handle, but it also meant he couldn't tell as easily what the words Inwa used truly meant.

"Eeeh? What about that one guy who applied to the company recently? E..ti? Eti-een?," Inwa struggled, trying to remember the name and how to pronounce it.

"Etienne," Cisne corrected. "I don't get what he has to do with this. Did Honore speak to you or not?"

"Now you're deflecting," Inwa mused. "He didn't. Are you trying to get me to spy on him or Leander?"

"Neither. I don't care what they're doing. It was enough to see them." Cisne replied flippantly, shaking his head. "And you can't do anything for an entire moon." He reminded Inwa, hearing an 'aww' on the other side of the line after being reminded of his predicament.

Despite his words, Cisne let the thought of whatever that conversation was about occupy him for the rest of the walk back to the Griseux manor. He truly didn't want to know what it was about, but the curiosity was going to kill him at this rate.

[cardonaire]

I hope I'm not too late to the party, mon ami. I'm always up for a good fight... Consider me your Ace in the hole.

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[soupedepates]

Salimeh belongs to @noa-de-cajou and Jennifer, Eugene and Ambroise to the Almighty GF.

"Father wouldn't let you wear such things. Don't suit you." "Glad to see you after three years without contact, Prudence", says Tomyris in a raspy voice between her teeth. "How are the children?" "Growing well. Three boys so far", she smiles while looking at her baby. "Look at your nephew. He looks just like father."

She puts her sister's suitcase in the car, before hopping in it.

"The boys are with Ghislain?" "In Nagasaki, yes. I shall join them, but I thought I could reach to you before. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Of course, Prudence is joining her husband on his mission trip. Tomyris isn't anymore on board with those religious stuff; sure she is still an avid church-goer, she still studies the Scriptures in the morning, she still pray with her rosary. But the more extreme stuff? She went from a fundamentalist bigot from what her girlfriend's girlfriend's girlfriend (she honestly doesn't know how metamour-related she was to this girl) calls a "catho de gauche", which is the funniest thing she has been called. Prudence... Prudence is still in the Order of Solomon's Temple. In the "cult", as would Salimeh and Jenni say. At "home", for Eugene and Ambroise. For it is "home", it will still feel like home, which doesn't mean it wasn't bad.

"I mean, I thought I was shunned ", she responds when she gets on the road. "I am still surprised you want to reach out." "Don't be stupid."

Prudence unbuttons her shirt to breastmilk baby Etienne.

"You're the heroine of every young girls." "You say it as it's a bad thing. I am a great example of women empowerment." "You're..." Prudence has to let out a chuckle. "Tomyris, come on... If girls want to be out of the Lord's word, what will happen to their souls?" "My soul is perfectly fine, God bless me", the giant woman sighs. "There were warrior women. Prophetesses even. We aren't supposed to be brides, wives and mothers." "Proverbs, 31.10. We are." "We are not, but you're stubborn, Prudence." "You're stubborn." "Nuh-uh." "Nuh-uh yourself", Prudence replies.

[princelestatdelioncourt]

After a long day hunting, I quickly went home to drop off what I caught, washed my hands and face and down the street I went to Nicolas’s home. These were my days then. We were always together. I walked downhill happily wondering where we would go that evening.

Upon I arrived in front of his home, I threw small pebbles onto his window as always so he knew I was there. One pebble…nothing…another one…. nothing….I was a bit concerned as he usually opened his window almost immediately from the first pebble hitting his window. Now a third one… nothing. I was worried now. I knew his father was not kind to Nicolas so I became worried something has happened to him. Never attempted to knock at the door before but I had to do something and I needed to know he was alright.

As I came closer to the door, I heard Nicolas’s little brother scream. My own ghosts and fears from me and my father beatings came to mind and I knocked at the door. The kid stopped screaming and I’ve heard footsteps approaching. His father opened the door and he looked aggravated and drunk.

“Good evening, Monsieur, Nicolas home? Also, I have something for Étienne“ I smiled, fake smile, trying to look pass his shoulder.

“Ah Monsieur Lestat. No, he is not home, I’ve sent him to Clermont to find new fabrics” He replied looking at me but trying to hide what was behind him and trying to be nice as I was the Lord’s son “What is what you have for little Étienne?”

“A gift from the mountains, I would like to give it to him personally” I was trying to pass all the talking and to find out what was going on. If Nicki wasn’t there then I had to do something for his little brother. “Might I see him?”

“He is upstairs… playing…I will give it to him for you” his father said

Etienne ran towards the door and screamed my name “Lestat!”. I Looked down and his face was red and he was crying. His father stopped him from coming out outside to where I was at. But I perfectly saw this was not normal. His father held Étienne by the shoulder and pulled him back inside “I should go back to work.” as he was shutting the door on my face, I stopped the door from closing with my open hand and I stepped inside shooting the door behind me.

“what’s going on Etienne?” I knelt down to be able to look at his face. He was scared and crying he had a small cut on his cheek. “Nicolas here?” he nodded no.

“Theres nothing to worry Monsieur. Etienne just fell playing and just a small scar” his father said

“Come on Etienne, Lets go outside” I held his little hand and as we walked towards the door his father stepped in front of me, not allowing me to open the door.

“This is my home Monsieur and that’s my son and I said he is alright” he wasn’t that polite now

I looked at his father with rage I didn’t see him but I saw my father. I was enraged.

“And I want to go out with Etienne to get some fresh air” When I attempted to reach the door knob, he pushed me back. Etienne screamed to his father to stop.

“Its alright Etienne” I said to him but my eyes fixed on his father. I wasn’t looking for a fight but I didn’t see things will go easy there. “Let us go outside” I said firmly to his father.

“I said this is my home Monsieur and that’s my son, so he stays in”

“Or what if I want him to go out with me?” I said challenging “I know what’s going on here, I know what’s going on with Nicolas and Etienne. You are not as polite as people thinks you are with your fake modesty pretending to be a fine Parisian. Beating your sons because they want to do good. That’s no nice…Monsieur” I was upset. Etienne was beside me holding my jacket tightly and I was protecting him with my arm against me. He was only 6 years old.

“Theres none of your business! You two are the blasphemy of this village. Always drunk and disturbing at the Inn and Nicolas with his obsession with that violin and you with your old story leaving home to join a disgusting evil troupe.”

“Theres no evil on what we do, there’s no harm no what we do and there’s good on playing music. Nicolas is a marvelous talented man and you have an old stupid mentality not allowing your son to be happy and do what he loves most” I was getting more and more enraged “come on Etienne lets go” His father them punched me on my stomach unexpectedly. Etienne screamed again, he was still beside me.

“I said this is my home and I do as I say and I don’t care if you are the Lord’s son”

My stomach was hurting like a pyre of fire…but I could not let Etienne there with all this. We had to go. I suddenly moved forward grabbing Nicolas’s father by his jacket making him walk backwards to the wall. Hitting to whatever was in out way. Etienne was crying. I saw my father I saw my brothers on him and I wanted to let out my rage.

“And I don’t care who you are” My voice was like a roar “I can kick you out of this village as the Lord’s son because you are nothing of service here and leave you without a penny and clothes to die in the cold mountains or perhaps more wolves will go and get you and this time I will not go and kill the wolves so they can find you. You are mad and be glad that whatever it is holding me now stopping me to let out my rage on you and because Etienne is there watching us, I don’t want him to remember his father covered in blood. One more time, one more time I see Nicolas with a bruise or Etienne, and you will meet the Lord’s son the one who killed eight wolves” I could go on but it was just useless to talk to him as he was half drunk and useless.

I stepped back and I held Etienne hand and we stepped back outside and we went down the road where I knew Nicki will come from. We sat down by the road. My stomach was still hurting but I was glad Etienne was safe now. He was seated next to me with his knees vended to his chest, his arms wrapped around them and his gaze was lost.

“It is alright Etienne. Everything will be alright. Nicolas will be here soon” I said trying to make him feel better. He then hugged me

“You are good Lestat. You are like my brother. He’s is good. Father is not good.” He said holding me tight

It broke my heart to hear him say that. I am good…I did good and I surely knew Nicki was good too. I passed my arm around him and we waited for Nicolas…

@monsieur-nicolas-de-lenfent

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Vhagar

Prompt no 30: As comfort

Pairing: Daemon x Baella x Rhaena  

Themes: Comfort  

Wordcount: 400+words

Summary: When his daughters have trouble sleeping at night, Daemon goes to comfort them

A/n: Kepa -High Valyrian for father

Also available on AO3

“They are not sleeping?” Daemon asked when a maid came to the library to fetch him.

“No, my lord.” Tyanna dipped to her knees in a quick curtsy before speaking to him. “They are looking out the window and staring at the beach again.”

The beach. Where Vhagar sleeps. Daemon sighed and rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes. Ever since his wife’s passing, the twins held a nightly vigil by their bedroom window, fearing the great dragon would leave now that her rider was dead.

“Thank you for telling me,” he replied, rising. “I will go to them at once.”

Daemon drained the last of his wine and waited until Tyanna took her leave of him before carefully concealing letters sent to him by his brother within a hidden compartment inside his table. Viserys was begging for him to come home and be a brother to him again, even going so far as to promise healthy dragon hatchlings for his daughters to bond with. He considered refusing the offer, but the prospect of dragon hatchlings for both of his girls was too tempting to resist.

But first, I must see if Vhagar will take to Baella or Rhaena. He preferred to have the great beast bond with one of his own children than to risk her forming a bond with Helaena or Aemond, the dragonless children of Queen Alicent.

Vhagar should be claimed by a true Targaryen, he decided, and not the blood of Otto Hightower. When he entered the chambers shared by his daughters, he found them still awake and still looking out the window of their bedroom and into the moonlit beach, staring at the great beast slumbering on the sand.

“Vhagar is going nowhere,” he called softly by the open door. The twins turned to face him, startled. “And she will not go anywhere. Not until we leave this place.”

“But kepa, what is to stop her from leaving?” Distress wound itself tightly around Daemon’s heart when his firstborn cried. “Dragons are willful things, so what is to stop her from leaving?”

“She is not leaving.” The dragon was a lasting reminder of their mother. The first memory they remember with clarity was their mother taking turns with them when she went flying. Vhagar even welcomed their presence for their mother’s sake. “If she wanted to, she would done so that dreadful night.”

Daemon gathered his children into his arms and carried them to their beds. He kissed them on their cheeks and held them tight. “Do not worry yourselves, sweetlings. Vhagar will remain with us. And on the morrow, I will take you both to the beach. We will see which one of my brave girls she will accept as her next rider.

Image by Etienne Girardet/Unsplash

[roleplayingspinosaurus]

“  is  there  something  you  want  to  tell  me  ?  “ (From Sophia to whoever you'd like to reply with) @inechoingsilence

Moved the ask to a separate post since I’d rather not put my RP stuff on my main, hope that’s okay!

“There sure is,” Etienne swirls the drink in his glass “that dress is absolutely stunning. Granted, you could blow people away while wearing nothing but a trash bag, I imagine, but this colour really brings out your eyes and compliments your hair. Nice fabric as well, high quality. Beautiful, can’t think of a better word for it.” 

So maybe he’d had one drink too many, making him a bit too chatty for his own good. At least the things he said were inoffensive, in fact the only things he seemed to be uttering were either requests for another drink or compliments towards the other patrons. 

[prairiesongserial]

20.12

Moving his things into John’s room only took one trip. Cody and John barely spoke while doing it, both of them more preoccupied by gathering everything up and moving it discreetly before breakfast ended. The only people walking the halls of the Demeter at the moment were crew, most of whom, Cody had noticed, gave the passengers a wide berth. The only outlier had been the first mate, who’d been friendly with everyone the first couple of days. But Cody hadn’t seen her since, so maybe she’d been reprimanded.

Once they’d crossed the ship for the third time that day and arrived at John’s room, a problem became clear that Cody hadn’t considered. John’s room was laid out exactly how Clovis’s had been–with only one bed. Cody and John hadn’t shared a bed since the night before they’d broken up.

“There’s a couch,” John said bluntly, before Cody could ask. His tone made it clear that he expected Cody to take the couch, not the other way around.

“Okay,” Cody said. What else could he say?

The couch was just on the other side of the bed, and looked shorter than could accommodate Cody’s body. Then again, the alternative was being a sitting duck in the valets’ quarters, so it was hard to complain. Beyond the couch was a sliding-glass door that led to a small balcony–Cody noticed that John had propped a chair under the handle, to keep the door from being opened from the outside. That was smart. He looked around for a place to put the pile of clothes he’d been holding before giving up and just dropping them on one end of the couch.

“What now?” he asked, turning back towards John. “We sit around and wait for someone else to get murdered?”

“We could look for the valet you thought was missing,” John said.

Cody chewed the inside of his cheek. Between their walk on-deck and the long trip from the valet quarters to John’s cabin, he and John had been on their feet for hours–there was no telling how much more of that John’s bad knee was good for, even if he insisted on pushing himself. And if he overdid it, being stiff and in pain would make it easier for someone else to catch him off guard.

“I’ll go,” Cody said. “You stay and rest a bit. If I’m not back by the time lunch wraps up, you can come look for me.”

John considered this for a moment. Eventually, he nodded.

“Be safe,” he said.

“Always am,” Cody replied. He left the room, rolling up his sleeves as he went.

*

Cody wandered the ship in roughly the same path he’d taken while looking for Etienne the night before, starting near the captain’s quarters and working his way outwards from there, stopping every crew member he passed on the way to ask if they’d seen anyone of Sanvi’s description. Every question was deflected with a silent shake of the head–no one even seemed willing to meet his eyes as they hurried from place to place. The crew of the Demeter was apparently still determined to remain invisible to its passengers whenever possible, despite the change in circumstances with Clovis’s death.

The game room gave him pause as he passed it; he’d intended on giving it a wide berth thanks to Clovis’s blood still staining the floor of the hallway, but Cody could see through the room’s windows that someone was moving around inside. They hadn’t turned the lights on. That in and of itself was suspicious. So was the way they were moving, slowly and methodically, like they were searching for something.

Cody picked his way across the ship’s deck quietly, approaching the door with the intent of taking whoever was in the game room off guard. Maybe it was stupid–John definitely wouldn’t have liked it–but he was in the more advantageous position, at least. If whoever was in the room came after him, he could slam the door and bolt down to the more populated lower decks.

Heart pounding in his ears, Cody flung open the door to the game room and reached for the switch he remembered on the wall just inside, flooding the room with light. 

Cody’s whole body tensed with expectation of an attack that didn’t come. Instead, he found himself staring at a scowling, furiously blinking man in an eyepatch–d’Orléans’s companion Casimir.

Casimir swore in a language Cody didn’t recognize, then said flatly, “What are you doing here.”

“Looking for one of the valets,” Cody said. Luckily, he’d had a few hours to refine his story on the unresponsive crew. “She owes me money from playing cards last night.”

Casimir made an uninterested noise.

“What are you doing here?” Cody asked.

“None of your business,” he said.

“You’re lurking around in a dark room right next to where a man was beheaded.”

“Yes,” Casimir agreed. His expression was sour and annoyed–he clearly understood the implications of being found here.

“That feels a little like everyone’s business,” Cody said. When Casimir only huffed in acknowledgement, he continued, “I could get Sacha up here, probably. I heard he was asking questions.”

“d’Orléans left their handbag here yesterday,” Casimir said, apparently less interested in talking to Sacha than he was in remaining silent. “Sent me to look for it. Didn’t want to be up here with all the blood.”

That was plausible enough. d’Orléans seemed like the squeamish type. But without them here to corroborate the story, anything was possible.

“You’re not their valet,” Cody said, fully aware that he was pushing his luck. At least he was still standing in the doorway, far out of Casimir’s reach. The other man was shorter than him, but much more muscular. He probably could have overpowered Cody in a fight, even with the handicap of only one good eye.

Casimir’s lip curled. “I do things that they ask of me.”

“What kinds of things?”

“I have no desire to discuss our relationship with a stranger,” Casimir replied bluntly, and turned his back to Cody, bending to shift around the cushions of one of the couches. He did seem to really be looking for something, handbag or no.

“You’re fucking?” Cody asked, wondering if he’d gone too far before the word had even finished leaving his mouth.

Casimir made a noncommittal noise, and did not answer the question further.

Cody decided to change the subject. “What happened to your eye? You haven’t always worn that.” The first time he’d seen Casimir with the eyepatch on had been in this very room, yesterday morning.

“I was in a…disagreement,” Casimir said.

Cody frowned. There was only one other person aboard who he’d seen with mysterious injuries recently.

“With Val?” he asked.

“It was nothing,” Casimir said, which was closer to a confirmation than a denial. He moved another couch pillow aside and grunted in victory, turning back around with a pink handbag clasped between his hands.

“May I go?” he asked Cody, a little sarcastically.

Cody opened his mouth to answer. Belowdecks, someone screamed.

Casimir’s entire countenance shifted–he looked suddenly much more alert, his posture becoming rigid as though he might burst into motion at any moment. He approached the door and shouldered past Cody, forcing him to move to one side rather than asking a second time.

“That was d’Orléans,” Casimir said shortly, and took off running down the hall. For lack of anything else to do, Cody followed him.

20.11 || 20.13

[forestofforever]

part 1/part 2

The situation is growing increasingly dire. Etienne is considering lighting himself on fire. It may sound strange, but it very well may be the solution. He was never supposed to survive the fire that killed his family, and because he did, he is now undergoing divine punishment...

These thoughts are most likely just the result of a lack of sleep, but Etienne truly is starting to wonder if that might be it.

He was always told that every problem has a solution, but he really cannot see any way to solve what he is currently going through. He's not entirely sure if he's losing his mind or if he's possessed, but whatever the case may be, he hates it. Being isolated like this is his own personal nightmare. He enjoys being around people, not only because they make him feel validated and wanted, though it does help, but also because being surrounded by company keeps the more unpleasant thoughts at bay.

His phone is blowing up. Missed calls, unanswered text messages. Etienne has ghosted people before, and most of his friends are used to waiting a few days for a reply, but he's taken significantly longer than usual and he supposes that people are beginning to notice that something might be wrong. There's a message from Jonas, and while Etienne doesn't want to expose anyone to what he's turning into, he can't ignore this specific text. He yearns to hear Jonas's voice, to be held by the other until all the bad things just go away... even this text message will do. He just needs Jonas.

He reads the message, almost wanting to cry. Jonas is always so sweet, so considerate, and kind, and it's too much to handle right now. He dials Jonas's number, he can't stop it, he needs this more than he needs oxygen... but as soon as he hears Jonas's voice, he can feel that other thing hijacking his vocal cords. He throws the phone, slamming it against the wall as he covers his mouth to keep the words in.

No. He will not do this to Jonas. He doesn't care about that fucking barista and his therapist can go to hell for all he cares, but not Jonas. That thing can hurt whoever it wants to, but it needs to stay the hell away from Jonas.

[fatestouch]

@arcxnumvitae replied to your post ““I’m sorry, was I not supposed to say fangs are...”:

Etienne, realizing he’s said too much: …o///o

Now that was an interesting reaction. “Is it a biting thing? Or is it the inherent  danger of fangs?” He crosses his arms with a teasing little grin. “I’m curious now.”

[elunaeri]

ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴀꜱʏ

𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: bedroom exile

They’d been inseparable for weeks. The dates seemed endless, the late-night calls and the messages between them never stopped. It felt real this time, like something that could actually go somewhere. Samantha had even let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, this could be it.

And then, just like that, it all stopped - again.

It was like Etienne had disappeared into thin air. No replies to her texts, no returned calls. Weeks had passed since they last talked, and the silence was overwhelming. Samantha was stuck, confused and hurting, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. He was just gone. No reason. No explanation. Gone. Again.

She sat on her bed, replaying all their moments in her head, trying to make sense of it. Where did things go wrong? Was it love? She thought it was. She had let her walls down, opened herself up to him completely. She probably loved him. And didn't he love her, too? Or had she been fooling herself all along?

The uncertainty hurt her. Would someone who actually loved her just disappear like that, without a word? Without a reason? The pain of being left in silence, with nothing but her thoughts to pick apart every memory, was crushing. She needed answers. She needed to know why. But the one person who could give her those answers was nowhere to be found.

And it hurt.

More than anything she had ever felt.

[ursaminorjim]

1. FIRST CONCERT The first FULL concert I saw was Yes, 1980, on the Drama tour, at the Civic Arena, Pittsburgh. It was when Trevor Horn and Geoff Downes of the Buggles had joined, replacing Jon Anderson and Rick Wakeman. It was in the round, with a rotating stage, and it was boring as hell.

The actual first concert I went to was Angel, 1979, on the Sinful tour (Stanley Theatre, Pittsburgh). I was 10. My mom took my brother and I. We unfortunately had to leave midway through the opening band Trillion’s set, because there was simply too much pot smoke. A teenager next to my mother asked her if she wanted a hit from his joint, and she drily replied, “Hang on, let my ask MY TWO YOUNG CHILDREN FIRST.” We left shortly thereafter.

Fun fact — I discovered years later that the keyboard player in Trillion was Patrick Leonard, who later went on to co-write some of Madonna’s stone classic hits. I don’t remember a thing about Trillion’s set apart from the lead singer announcing “We think Disco SUCKS!” between songs. Cue rapturous applause from a couple thousand Pittsburgh rock fans.

2. LAST CONCERT Swans at the Lodge Room, back in April. Seven songs, two-and-a-half hours. Thrilling. My ears rang for three days afterwards.

3. WORST CONCERT Palace Music at the Knitting Factory, New York, 1996. I’ve seen my share of bad shows, awkward shows, boring shows, and shows I just plain didn’t like. But this one stands out in my memory for being so heartbreakingly disappointing. I’d seen Palace Music just a few months prior to this gig, and it was transcendent. I got goosebumps in a hot, sweaty club. Several times. But at this show, just prior to the release of the (contentious , excellent) Arise, Therefore album, he had a completely new set of musicians. Whom he was teaching how to play the songs AS THEY WERE PLAYING THEM. If you told me they were complete strangers he’d pulled in off the street who had never played an instrument before, I’d believe you. It was a stark, disastrous experience in comparison to the joyous and warm show I witnessed mere weeks earlier. Weird.

4. LOUDEST CONCERT See above (number 2)

5. BEST CONCERT There’s way more than just one, so I’m going to have to cheat. And brag a little.

Pet Shop Boys, Performance tour (Radio City Music Hall, New York, 1991)

David Bowie, Heathen/NYC Marathon tour (Jimmy’s Bronx Café, The Bronx, 2002)

Talking Heads, Speaking in Tongues tour (Stanley Theatre, Pittsburgh, 1983)

Björk, Biophilia tour (Hollywood Palladium, Los Angeles, 2013) and Vespertine tour (Radio City Music Hall, New York, 2001)

Prince, Lovesexy tour (Civic Arena, Pittsburgh, 1988)

Fever Ray, Fever Ray tour (Fonda Theater, Los Angeles, 2009)

The Smiths, The Queen is Dead tour (Fulton Theatre, Pittsburgh, 1986)

Sigur Rós with the Los Angeles Philharmonic (Reykjavik Festival - Walt Disney Concert Hall, Los Angeles, 2017)

Kylie Minogue, For You, For Me tour (Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, 2009) and Aphrodite tour (Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, 2011)

Cheap Trick, Cheap Trick Plays the First Three Albums (Irving Plaza, New York, October 29, 30, 31, 1998)

6. SEEN THE MOST Not counting the bands my old band toured with, it’s a three-way tie between Miracle Legion, Saint Etienne, and Fucked Up (9 times each).

7. MOST SURPRISING Most pleasant surprise: Helms Alee, Stillicide tour, Resident DTLA, Los Angeles, 2017. Went in never having heard them, left a lifelong fan.

Least pleasant surprise: Weezer, Pinkerton tour, Roseland, New York, 1997. I’ve been to a lot of hardcore shows in my youth, and again in my old age, but the most violent moshpit I have ever experienced was at a fucking Weezer show. The band were perfectly okay (not great), but the audience of largely teenage boys were just all awful. Spoiling for fights, no pit camaraderie, total disregard. Ugly.

8. HAPPY I GOT TO SEE Kylie Minogue, David Bowie (in a small club! 20 feet away from the man!), The Smiths, R.E.M., Talking Heads, Hüsker Dü, Prince, Barbra Streisand, The Specials, and LCD Soundsystem on their “farewell” tour.

9. WISH I COULD HAVE SEEN Nirvana. And I’m still yet to see Bob Dylan, The Residents, Trepaneringsritualen, and The Cure. Fingers crossed.

10. NEXT CONCERT I don’t have tickets to anything, and I’m on the very, very broke side. But The The are touring the US soon, and playing here in Los Angeles. Fingers crossed again.

[inkspot-fox]

💲 for Sith Kat!

(Aaaaa thank you for the ask!!!)

💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

Ohhh this is an interesting one. And it’s interesting because Sith Kat wouldn’t think twice about using sex to manipulate someone or to pay someone with. He’d never date or marry someone for manipulative purposes-- he’s a hardcore romantic and only dates people he’s genuinely romantically interested in-- but sex is a much more casual thing for him.

Even so, I think the answer has to be ‘no’, but only because Sith Kat doesn’t have much of a use for money. He goes from being a slave in the Empire to having his Force sensitivity discovered, at which point he’s immediately sent to the Korriban Sith Academy for training, and from there it’s a very quick three years before he’s on the Dark Council. Just being Sith means that (at least the way swtor treats it) Katsulas has an incredible amount of status both socially and politically, and I think that the Empire must have like a standard salary paid to all Sith that’s graduated according to rank and Sphere. The Sith Empire is so highly structured and militarized that once he becomes Sith (and especially once he’s on the Dark Council), Kat just doesn’t have much of a use for more money.