#ettien

[herrralf]

Félix Dja Ettien, extremo costamarfileño famoso por su "cola de vaca". Antes de ser futbolista era nadador. Ilustración realizada para el libro "113 Icones de la història del Levante UD ". #ettien #felixettien #cotedivoire #ivorycoast #costademarfil #africa #levanteud #levante #futbol #football #coladevaca #swimming #natacion #illustration #ilustracion #instagood (en L'ETNO. Museu Valencià d'Etnologia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2JjQrtUal/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lascitasdelashoras]

Victor Hugo por Ettiene Carjat

[docmcmoth]

Love is watching your partner be cringe-fail at video games and telling them they're doing a great job

[depressed-crayon]

sometimes im having a bad day, and then i remember that my mom only refers to pierre gasly as “ettiene mon pille” and always yells charles leclercs name instead of just saying it. and she only calls valterri bottas, valkyrie bottas (he’s her favorite)

[greenbergwrites]

When Bucky first meets them ettiene is 100% hissing, biting, ready to throw hands at anyone who tries to get too close to Steve. Whatever situation they were previously in has made him very protective, and if Bucky wants to even look at Steve he has to go through ettiene. Luckily for him, Ettiene’s protective ways are NO match for the massive crush that Steve has developed on Bucky. Steve and Ettiene definetly fall asleep piled around and ontop of each other for comfort, but in the middle of the night Steve always sneaks off to Alpha Buckys office, peeping through the cracked open door, admiring Bucky as he does his work and takes calls, scurrying off if he hears someone approaching.

The thing is Bucky KNOWS that Steve is there, he’s scented him since before he even entered the hallway, but since steve is so shy and small he says nothing to avoid scaring him off, instead just enjoying the company of the pup.

I imagine this goes on for a while, there may even be times where Steve falls asleep with his head against the door, only to wake up tucked in right next to Etienne in their pup pile, faint memories of strong warm hands carrying him.

So, I've had this idea floating around in my head for a while, not fleshed out enough to be an actual plot but kind of like the Nameless Alpha & Omega story where I just had ideas

I was going to try to actually scrape it together and write it as an original story, but what you said lines up enough with it that I might as well throw it in the ring as another 'verse

The basic idea is this:

A world where humans know about the supernatural, but it's still a fresh discovery. Decades old, maybe. Everyone is still trying to figure out how the worlds fit together, and there's a lot of fear on both sides, but it's mostly working out.

Enforcers used to be the protectors of the pack, but now they're protectors of the supernatural community in general.

I toyed with the idea of the Enforcers being an official branch of law enforcement, but if we're leaning towards criminal!Bucky, then it would definitely have to be unofficial.

Or maybe the Enforcers are official and Bucky is the guy they call when their hands are tied.

Either way, when something goes down and a parahuman is involved, the Enforcers get called in.

It's one such call that changes everything.

Bucky arrives at a desolate, abandoned warehouse. Bright lights from the ambulances, cop cars, firetrucks--they flash in the rain, a beacon of trouble for some, a port in the storm for others.

A steady line of hunched figures climb into the waiting ambulances. All of them are human, though, and so not his problem.

An Enforcer approaches the caution tape where Bucky stands waiting. He lifts it, stepping aside for Bucky to duck under.

"This way," he says softly.

For humans, the words would've been lost in the rain. Not for them.

Bucky follows him into the warehouse. He abandons his umbrella by the door and keeps walking.

The inside of the warehouse is exactly as he would expect. Dust and debris everywhere, cobwebs and shadows that might move if you looked too long. It's not the look of the place that gives Bucky pause, though; it's the feel.

He's been in many abandoned places, many warehouses. None felt like this. There's a weight to the air, a stillness that threatens to suffocate anyone stupid enough to linger. There are ghosts here, and not necessarily of the supernatural kind.

A gigantic hole takes up most of the center of the warehouse. There's a few ladders scattering its edges and some sort of pulley system, as if the idea is to get as many people out at once time as possible.

There are less humans inside the warehouse, but still enough. They glance sideways at the Enforcer, and then at Bucky, and if the rain outside didn't hide the Enforcer's words, it's muffled pattern on the roof definitely doesn't hide the trip and gallop of their heartbeats.

The Enforcer doesn't lead him to the hole or to any of the ladders. Instead they take the stairs. They're at the back of the building, and as soon as Bucky steps onto them, he understands why that isn't the evacuation point. These stairs wouldn't be able to handle that much weight at one time.

They're old, rusted and just as dusty as everything else, sand falling to the floor below with every shaky step they take.

When Bucky reaches the bottom, he has to stop and steady himself. The atmosphere down here is somehow worse. The scent is acrid, cloying.

It stinks of waste, but the other scents are worse. The salt of tears, the taste of desperation. Pain. Anger. Fear.

Isolation, hunger, loneliness--those things don't have a proper scent. Scenting them out takes context clues, pairing the general scent of someone's unhappiness with body language, behavior.

Bucky knows he can't scent them, but somehow, somehow, he's sure that he does, anyways.

"I know," the Enforce intones grimly, and nods his head towards a hallway on Bucky's left.

There are cages.

They might have been rooms, once. Offices, laboratories, who knows. But someone's taken the doors off the frames and replaced them with bars.

No one is in them, anymore. They've all been unlocked, opened, the prisoners set free. At the end of the hall, there's a crowd of humans. They're just standing there, motionless. Onlookers to something, something that has them smelling fearful and heartbroken at the same time.

Bucky hears the hissing before he sees what the spectacle is.

The crowd of humans part, making way for them. Hugging the wall so there's no chance of accidental brushes. Humans are a superstitious lot, and somewhere in the past years, they've gotten in their heads that a wolf can't take your scent--can't track you--as long as you don't get close enough.

It's bullshit, but Bucky's not in the business of educating humans. And especially not here, not now.

Not when he moves past them and the spectacle that held them captive now takes hold of him.

Omegas. Two of them. Pale and rangy, covered in dirt and grime, torn clothes and fearful scents, but very clearly Omegas.

One of them sits with his back against the wall of their cage, his knees pulled to his chest, bright blue eyes peeking over their horizon. He's so still, so quiet, even his heartbeat seems quiet. It's as if all he wants is to melt into the wall and disappear. Be invisible.

The other is the opposite. He stands between of his companion and the gathered crowd, teeth bared and eyes blowing amber. He prowls the length of the cage in a way that's more animal than human, and it's clear with every movement that he makes that he's ready for a fight. Not just ready--he wants it.

He's the source of the hissing. It's wrong, on a fundamental level. Wolves don't hiss. It's as if his vocal cords are half-shifted themselves, unsure of where to go, and this is the result.

Bucky can hear the little grumble of a growl every once in a while, but it retreats quickly.

There's no humanity in his eyes. Only the fear and rage of a caged, abused animal.

He's feral, or close to it, and that thought has acid rising in Bucky's throat. A Omega in a place like this is the worst kind of transgression, but one that's turned feral because of it is a shame the world might never recover from.

There's blood is in the air. Fresh blood.

When the prowler turns to continue his march back across the room, Bucky spies the source. A wound on his leg, trickling down his calf. It isn't the only source, though.

Scenting the differences in blood in a confined space like this takes practice, but it's possible. If he concentrates, Bucky can detect two separate blood scents. Both of the Omegas are bleeding, but Bucky can't see the source on the Omega on the floor.

"They're injured," the Enforcer murmurs at this side, unnecessarily. "But we can't get in. When we try, that one raises hell."

The prowler, obviously.

"I thought I was making headway," he continues. "I thought he was gonna let me close, but then he saw..."

The Enforcer grimaces, holding up his bared forearm. He's a bitten wolf, turned months before. The scars from his attack are more faded than they would be on a human, but they stand out in stark contrast against his tanned skin. Jagged, silvery lines from a clawing, and the half moon imprint of a bite.

"He went ballistic when he saw it."

Bucky tilts his head, flicking his gaze between the scars to the prowling Omega. The Omega hisses again, spitting on the floor, his derision palpable.

He isn't certain, but Bucky thinks he understands.

"They don't trust humans," he murmurs. And then, as an afterthought, he added, "Clear the room."

It's more of a hallway than a room, but they get the idea. The humans grumble at being kicked off even a portion of their own crime scene, but they oblige. The Enforcer goes with them, because while not actually human, the bite damns him as being born one. It shouldn't matter, and usually, it doesn't. But it matters here, now, to these Omegas, and their opinion is more important than his own.

When it's just the three of them--Bucky and the two Omegas, separated only by iron bars--he takes off his jacket and folds it over his arm and then, to the bewilderment to both Omegas, he sits on the dusty floor.

He leans back against the wall opposite of the bars, as far away as he can get. It's not far, of course. When he stretches out his legs, he's only a foot away from touching metal with his shoes.

The prowling Omega pauses, his hissing dying out. He wavers, disoriented and confused.

"You're both injured," Bucky says calmly. "I'd like to see to that, but not until you're ready."

The blood scent isn't overpowering; neither of them are in danger of bleeding out. It's more important to earn their trust right now.

The prowler, unsure of what to do, lurches back into his pacing. He isn't vocally warning Bucky away anymore, but his body language still does.

Bucky focuses on the silent Omega. He tilts his head, meeting his bright eyes--the only part of his face that can currently be seen.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he promises. "You don't know me, but I'm an Alpha. I won't let anyone else hurt you. Not while I'm here."

The prowler stops again. It was that word--Alpha. They both know what it means.

There's nothing more sacred to an Alpha than an Omega. Wolves as a whole covet them, cherish them. But to Alphas, they are holy.

Bucky had hoped it would mean something to these two Omegas, that it might mean safety, and he's gratified that he isn't completely wrong. Slowly, so as not to startle either of them, he tosses his jacket in front of the bars.

"Go on," he says. "Take my scent."

The prowler snatches it through the bars, darting forward and away almost too quickly to follow. The fabric rips, caught on a nail, but Bucky isn't bothered. He'd rip a thousand jackets for an Omega's safety.

The prowler takes it to his companion, kneeling down beside him. The silent Omega takes a sleeve between slender fingers and buries his nose in it, breathing deeply enough that Bucky can hear it. After several long seconds, he offers it up to his companion, encouraging him to take the scent, too.

The prowler does, but it's clear he's reluctant. After scenting the jacket, the protector grumbles wordlessly, knocking his forehead into the blue-eyed Omega's. A tiny little smile answers the gesture.

It's only a few seconds of interaction, but enough to show the dynamic between them. The prowler is the protector, of course. Fierce and vigilant, a sentinel in the night. He defers to the blue-eyed Omega, though. It's obvious in the slump of his shoulder, the way he plops down on his ass with a huff.

They both look toward Bucky at the same time, and a thousand things are said in the silence between them.

Please don't hurt us, the blue-eyed Omega seems to say.

His companion's glare is more direct: Try to hurt him and I'll claw your eyes out.

After a moment, the prowler dips his chin once. It's barely perceptible, and hardly a nod at all, but Bucky was looking for it and he understands it for what it is.

Carefully, he stands and dusts off his slacks.

"Let's get you two out of there, hm?"

[bonesofchaos]

name: achilles ettiene le fontaine age: 26 hair: inky black with a weird oil spill effect in the sun, like a magpie wing. eyes: mother of pearl. species: eldritch being / bayou genius loci occupation: pretty boy.

are they really horrors when the locals love them? when the locals offer them flowers and gator jerky, offerings left among the cypress trees that surround the house. when they light candles for the beings in the manor that resides in the bayou. achilles ventures out far more than his tentacled father, too wrapped up in his bewitching wife to focus on those outside these days. it's his child who soothes the woes of those around them, blessing them and aiding them in any way he can. they're not horrors when they're worshipped, only odd gods.

[sskk81]

Tää oli pelkkää taidetta 💞

Totaaaaa..... Minä ja @frikatilhi vähän vahingossa kirjotettiin tällänen juttu... suomeksi.... Ups?

[lalaposting]

Lala &ce - Control

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[alchemistmonkey-btd6]

ETTIENE'S FRENCH????

[solarisligatus]

alright i'm doing it nobody can stop me i'm putting cerise's league verse under the cut

it's all very basic, I'm not going into too much detail? Her father was a traveling doctor from Piltover who ended up in Ionia and met her mother. It was a whirlwind romance from the outside, where Ettiene was simply interested in a vastaya and what would happen from that point if they had a child. When Rosalie gave birth to Cerise, any pretense of romance was dropped and he took them back to Piltover to 'run some tests.' This went on for several years until the Selkie Rosalie turned into seafoam as her body and spirit's last effort to get away and back to the ocean. Leaving the half vastayan Cerise with her father unwillingly. Thinking her mother dead, that selkie spirit within her went a bit rampant and 'feral' which resulted in her killing the man.

now a run away from Piltovan society and afraid of humans as a whole, Cerise spends her days traveling around Runeterra in interest of the only thing that never really betrayed her...animals. She studies them and catalogues them in her own great big book. her brief Piltovan upbringing giving her just enough to learn what really interests her.

and making her clueless on the subject of human interaction.

[violasmirabiles]

otatko tupaakan... voi itkun itku miten syvästi määtän poikaa rakastankaan 😭 💜💜

in honor of today: määttä tuntematon sotilas?

Oot niin rakas. Armas etten sanoisi.

My first impression: Pakko myöntää, et mulla ei ollut hirveän vahva ensivaikutelma Määtästä. Kun en vielä ollut fandomissa, mun vaikutelma Määtästä taisi olla lähinnä "no se kolmas siellä Golgatalla". Vaikka muistan kyllä hymähdelleeni sen vuorosanoille jo ekalla lukukierroksella.

My impression now: 100% paras hahmo Tuntemattomassa. Ei mun lempihahmo, mutta silti kiistatta paras. Mun päässä Määttä on samaan aikaan perusjantteri jokamies ja myös maahan pääedellä pudonnut avaruusolio. Nämä asiat ovat totta yhtä aikaa.

Favorite thing about that character: Määtällä on jotenkin tosi jännä rooli kirjassa. Tää on nyt tätä kun välillä nää hahmot näkee enemmän symboleina kuin ihmisinä, mut se miten Määtän suhtautuminen sotaan ja kaikkeen ympäröivään inhimilliseen kärsimykseen on olankohautus ja matkan jatkaminen on hirveän kiinnostavaa. Ehkä se on sitten se Määtän rooli tietynlaisena straight manina, johon voi peilata muiden hahmojen äärimmäisyyksiä (vaikka Määttäkin on omalla tavallaan äärimmäisyys you know you know) (olispa joskus joku maailman levottomin näyttämöversio, jossa olisi kertojahahmoja ja kertojat olisi tyyliin Riitaoja, Lahtinen, Rahikainen ja Määttä. Nauttisin)

Least favorite thing: Tää on noloa, mä en keksi mitään, mistä en tykkäisi Määtässä? Musta se on canonissa just sellainen kuin sen olla pitää ja musta sille tapahtuu kaikki, mitä toivoisin sille canonin puitteissa tapahtuvan.

Favorite line/scene: Voi eiii ku mie oon näin nolo 😔😔 mut 😔😔😔 – Sinnehän ne jäivät rinnakkain, vastasi Määttä kuivasti, niinkuin asia ei olisi häntä vähääkään liikuttanut. Tän lisäksi myös Määttä pohtimassa mitaliaan ja kuinka sitä halveksii. Ai niin, ja "Minun lapa se ei helepolla nouse" <3

Favorite interaction that character has with another: Nolooooo mut ainakin se ku se ja Lahtinen evakuoi patruunoita ja Määttä haastaa Lahtista rauhallisesti virkkoen. Vaan eikö ollut se saksalainen kun porvarin aseisti jne jne. Sitten myös se, kun Määttä uhoaa kiljukohtauksessa. Hyvin tärkeä.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Okei muutan pikkuisen aiempaa lausuntoani. En potkisi Väinö Linnaa takaisin mullan alle, jos hän heräisi kirjoittamaan vielä muutaman kohtauksen Määtän, Rahikaisen ja Lehdon välille. Erityisesti Määtän ja Lehdon.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: Mä en keksi yhtään. Mun pää sanoo Tommy Shelby Peaky Blindersista, vaikka niillä kahdella ei ole mitään muuta yhteistä ku et ne on pieniä isoleukasia miehiä, jotka polttaa ja tuijottelee paljon.

A headcanon about that character: Meen tällä perhe-headcanonilla, joka on mulle tosi rakas: Määttä on lähtöisin körttiperheestä, jossa oli paljon lapsia, joista monet kuolivat tosi nuorina ja se osaksi on vaikuttanut siihen, kuinka piittaamattomasti Määttä suhtautuu kuolemaan. Lisäksi Määttä on kaksonen, sen kaksosveljen nimi on Usko (veli on terveydeltään heikko mutta uskossaan vahva, vanhempien mieleen). Määttä on kasvaessaan tottunut olemaan vähän ohitettu ja itsestäänselvänä pidetty, mutta se ei näe siinä mitään ongelmaa, muut ihmiset ovat häntä mielenkiintoisempia ja hänestä on mukavaa olla rauhassa.

A song that reminds of that character: Mää nappaan tähän nyt Juha Tapion Rakastetun. "Eipä palttoota kaipaa mies kuolematon / Välkkyvä terä vaikka niittää, olin koskematon / Jaksoin kaiken ja lisää, vaikka niin moni nääntyi / Olin varma: Mä hallitsen virtaa, kunnes kohti se kääntyi" Kylä sää tiärät

An unpopular opinion about that character: Mitä epäsuosittuja mielipiteitä Määtästä oikein on... Emt, Määttä/Lehto on god tier shippi.

Favorite picture: Mulla ei ole kuvakirjastoa just nyt käytössä ja tää on valitettavasti 2017 leffasta, mut. Otatko tupakkaa 😔

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send me a character and i'll answer some questions

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Disabled Characters Showdown

Notes:

1.) Characters are listed below the cut because there’s a ridiculous amount of them.

2.) This is going to be a 128 person showdown. Because of this there are going to be a few adjustments from how we normally do our polls. First- not all characters will have character descriptions, because we have neither the time or inclination to do so. There still will be character images along with image descriptions, but that’s about it. Second- because of how many polls this is, the first round will be released in waves of 16 polls per day over the span of 4 days. The other rounds will not be impacted. Third- the first wave of polls will be dropping on the 28th.

3.) If you want to submit propaganda about any of these characters feel free to because otherwise you will get things like this: “Haven’t the faintest clue who this is, so you get no context.” You can also submit character images because most of them will be horrible due to us just pulling most of them from the fandom page.

4.) If you have any issues about any characters feel free to shoot us an ask. That being said, this poll isn’t really about who is the best representation. See more details here. If you are wondering why a character is on the list feel free to ask and we’ll tell you but we’re not gonna put on reasoning for all of the characters.

5.) We tried our best with some of the names, but also are not familiar with some of the characters on this list so if there’s any issues there please let us know.

Marvel:

Clint Barton

Maya Lopez

Makkari

Matt Murdock

Professor X

Nick Fury

Bucky Barnes

Madame Web

Stick

James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes

Daniel Sousa

Nebula

Jeri Hogarth

Jessica Jones

Phil Coulson

DC:

Barbara Gordon

Joseph ‘Joey’ Wilson/ Jericho

Destiny of the Endless

Freddy Freeman

Roy Harper- Young Justice

Animes/K-Dramas:

Jin Bu-yeon- Alchemy of Souls

Edward Elric- Fullmetal Alchemist

Might Guy- Naruto

Hatori Sohma- Fruits Basket

Vash the Stampede- Trigun

Yang Xiao Long- RWBY

Neopolitian- RWBY

Nunnally vi Britannia- Code Geass

Jean-Pierre Polnareff- JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Ali Abdul- Squid Game

Naruto Uzumaki- Naruto

Sasuke Uchiha- Naturo

Yuuri Katsuki- Yuri!!! On Ice

Star Wars/Trek/Aliens:

Geordi La Forge- Star Trek: The Next Generation

Luke Skywalker- Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker- Star Wars

Kanan Jarrus- Star Wars

Shiro- Voltron: Legendary Defender

Keyla Detmer- Star Trek: Discovery

Alex Manes- Roswell, New Mexico

Commander Wolffe- Star Wars

Chirrut Îmwe- Star Wars

River Tam- Firefly

Saw Gerrera- Star Wars

Wrecker- Star Wars

Visas Marr- Star Wars Legends

Darth Traya/Kreia- Star Wars Legends

Fennec Shand- Star Wars

Tahl- Star Wars Legends

Darth Maul- Star Wars

Echo- Star Wars

Breha Organa- Star Wars

Non-Animated TV Shows:

Connie- The Walking Dead

Eileen Leahy- Supernatural

Joel Miller- The Last of Us

Christopher Diaz- 9-1-1

Aaron- The Walking Dead

Ben Scott- Yellowjackets

Fei- The Umbrella Academy

Ian Gallagher- Shameless

Sara Eriksson- Young Royals

Mateo Chavez- 9-1-1 Lone Star

Lucius Spriggs- Our Flag Means Death

John Silver- Black Sails

Prince Wilhelm- Young Royals

Theo Dimas- Only Murders in the Building

Books:

Adam Parrish- The Raven Cycle

Hearthstone- Magnus Chase

Dezi- The Sunbearer Trials

Katniss Everdeen- The Hunger Games

Ambrosius Goldenloin- Nimona

Lord Blackheart- Nimona

Genya Safin- Grishaverse

Peeta Mellark- The Hunger Games

Kaz Brekker- Grishaverse

Oscar Silva- Renegades

Erik- The Tea Dragon Society

Linh Cinder- The Lunar Chronicles

Wu Zetian- Iron Widow

Wylan Van Eck- Grishaverse

Nova Huang- Mooncakes

Percy Newton- The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue

Jack Wolcott- Wayward Children

Ty Blackthorn- City of Heavenly Fire

Scarlet Benoit- The Lunar Chronicles

Carswell Thorne- The Lunar Chronicles

Adrik Zhabin- Grishaverse

Maedhros- The Silmarillion

Beren- The Silmarillion

Frodo Baggins- Lord of the Rings

Ettiene- The Invention of Hugo Cabret

Kate Rose- Cosmoknights

Alex Claremont-Diaz- Red, White & Royal Blue

Jack Zimmerman- Check Please!

Charlie Spring- Heartstopper

Movies:

Reagan Abbot- A Quiet Place

Jia Andrews- Godzilla vs. Kong

Carl- Up

Hiccup- How To Train Your Dragon

Toothless- How To Train Your Dragon

Gobber- How To Train Your Dragon

Hermann Gottlieb- Pacific Rim

Massimo Marcovaldo- Luca

Imperator Furiosa- Mad Max: Fury Road

Drago Bludvist- How To Train Your Dragon

Animated TV Shows:

Amaya- The Dragon Prince

Toph Beifong- Avatar: The Last Airbender

Teo- Avatar: The Last Airbender

Eda Clawthorne- The Owl House

Entrapta- She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Finn Mertens- Adventure Time

Jewelstar- She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Tallstar- She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Villads- The Dragon Prince

Marcy Wu- Amphibia

Mr. Poolcheck- Gravity Falls

Principal Bump- The Owl House

Captain ‘Grime’ Grimothy- Amphibia

Ida, Bev, and Florabel- Kipo: Age of the Wonderbeasts

Ming-Hua- Avatar: Legend of Korra

Sol Regem- The Dragon Prince

Combustion Man- Avatar: The Last Airbender

Other Stuff:

Janice Palmer- Welcome to Nightvale

Nessarose Thropp- Wicked

Kotallo- Horizon Forbidden West

Norma- Dead End Paranormal Park

[oneleggedflamingo]

Kerran viime kesänä töiden jälkeen ravasin keskustaa ympäri ettien ruoka rekkaa josta sais hampurilaisen, mutta en löytäny sellasta. Tänä iltana törmäsin sellaseen ja ostin välittömästi aura juusto hampurilaisen, ei ollu nälkä, mutta mä mietin sitä kertaa ku ei löytyny ruoka rekkaa.

[tumblydove]

I think Ettiene is my favorite character in L&tBB.

Which is a shame since she appears in only TWO EPISODES

[inechoingsilence]

"I am here...I'm not exactly sure why I am here, if I'm honest." Sophia replied with a bit of a laugh. "I was invited, but I really perfer a good book and a cozy blanket to curl under."

She was friends with one of the hosts, and that had garnered her an invitation. Thinking that not ahowing up after being invited rude, she had decided to come for a few drinks and make sure she was see before leaving. Except now she met this most astonishing Monsieur Ettiene, and it might be for his wit and banter that she might stay.

“I myself am from France, from the south to be specific.” Sophia offered with a wide grin. It was so rare to meet another French person, it always delighted her when she did.

She didn’t see how the night could get any better. “So tell me, Monsieur Etienne, what drew you to this evening’s festivities?” she asked as they danced.

[pull-up-a-chair]

Ettiene Hotte - Alban Chaise