[you-make-me-wander]

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

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Following my AUs and Prompts List from a few months back, here is a compilation of my favorite sentence starters for all your writing needs.

Because most of them aren’t mine, credits are at the end.

SHORT

“Marry me.” “Do you want me to leave?” “You are not going without me.” “I can’t believe you!” “I swear it won’t happen again.” “What did you say?” “I’m not jealous.” “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “We can’t keep doing this.” “Are you sure this is legal?” “Isn’t this amazing?” “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” “Stay the night. Please.” “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” “Run away with me.” “You did WHAT?”  “Quit whining.” “Get outta my sight!” “Why are you so annoying?” “Were you ever going to tell me?” “Never in a million years.” “Don’t ask me that…” “I might have had a few shots.” “What’s with the box?” “W- What are you doing?” “Say it!” “I could kiss you right now!” “Are you done with that?” “What’s going on here?” “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!” “It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”  “Did you do this on purpose?!”  “Kiss me.” “Are you still awake..?”  “Excuse you?”  “This is all your fault!” “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”  “I shouldn’t be in love with you!” “It’s not fair!” “I could kill you right now!” “Knock it off!” “Screw you!” “You’re a complete moron!” “I love this song!” “I can’t be in love with you!” “Make me.” “Don’t tempt me.” “I hate you.” “You are infuriating!” “Just shut up already.” “That doesn’t even make sense.” “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.” “Just admit I’m right.” “Just admit you’re wrong.” “You are being ridiculous!” “That’s irrational.” “Listen to me!” “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” “Don’t yell at me.” “That’s it. End of discussion.” “I don’t believe you.” “You shouldn’t have said that.” “Fuck you!” “Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” “How dare you?” “I dare you!”  “It’s you, it’s always been you.”  “Well this is awkward…” “Just pretend to be my date”.  

MISCELLANEOUS

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” “The planet is fine. The people are fucked.” “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” “You know what I like most about people? Pets.” “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” “What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.” “I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.” “Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.” “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.” “Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?” “Can I touch your boob?” “It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.” “You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?” “Give me cake or give me death.” “On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?” “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?” “Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.” “Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.” “No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.” “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!” “If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?” “I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.” “What have I told you about the toilet seat?” “I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.” “I vote today to be a pajama day.” “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.” “I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.” “I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.” “You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.” “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” “What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.” “I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!” “This would not happen if I had a penis!” “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” “All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.” “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”  “Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”  “I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”  “To the night you’ll never remember!” “Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?” “Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.” “Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”  “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”  “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.” “I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.” “You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!” “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“ “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” “I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.” “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.” “You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?” “I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”  “Do you need me to kill someone for you?”  “Look out where you’re going, asshole!”  “Fuck the sandwich guy!”  “I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”  “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”  “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”  “I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.” “There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.” “I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”    “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.” “It’s midnight, what do you want?”  “I think I know how to use a bed.” “If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.” “You are completely unfit to handle a child.” “We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.” “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”  “When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.” “It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

PREGNANCY

“I have something to tell you…” “I think I’m pregnant.” “I’m pregnant!” “When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”  “You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”  “$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”  “Pregnancy suits you…” “Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…” “I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!” “There’s someone I’d like you to meet…” “Shh… He/she’s sleeping..” “I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.” “No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!” “Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”

FLUFF

“Your hair is so soft…” “You’re so cute when you pout like that!” “Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” “What, does that feel good?” “HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” “Are you wearing my shirt?”  “You are ridiculously comfortable…” “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…” “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…” “You’re beautiful, you know that?” “We should get a puppy!”

STARGAZING

“Aren’t they beautiful?” “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” “Shooting star, make a wish.” “It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.” “Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.” “Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…” “Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?” “Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.” “This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?” “Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.” “I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.

FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL

“Did you just… finish?” “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.” “I’m not actually feeling anything.” “Are you getting any closer?” “Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!” “Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.” “Shit sorry, am I going too fast?” “Wow, you’re hot.” “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” “Hey, I’m open minded.” “Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.” “I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.” “I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?” “I see someone’s happy to see me.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.” “Take off your clothes.”  “Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.” “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.” “Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”  “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”  “Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.” “I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

TEXTS

[text]: What do you want now? [text]: Do you want to bet on that? [text]: Guess who just got back in town. [text]: So I might be in a hospital right now… [text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore! [text]: Come on, come to the party! [text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive. [text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up. [text]: I call bullshit. [text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you? [text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship. [text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness. [text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall. [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?! [text] I know what you did last summer…

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[leodechateaupers]

UGHHHH…I miss this group :( -sobs-

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Hello..hello..is there anyone out there?

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"It…it just hurts is all." Clotaire shrugged as he breathed through his nostrils for a moment. "Its been feeling heavy for a few days, I don’t know whats wrong with it," He shrugged trying to change the subject and focus solely on the arm.

[angnahonour]

Ang gave a small sigh. She’d almost forgotten how difficult it was to get him to talk. She concentrated on his arm, applying the ointment first of all, gently, then starting to wrap the bandages. As she was doing so, she glanced up at him for a second. “You know, missing this part of you doesn’t make you any less of a person.” She said. “It makes you more of a person, actually.”

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Clotaire sighed as the ointment was suddenly giving him some instant relief. Once she was done he sat forward and leaned his elbow up on his knee. “A person missing one arm..” He joked then letting out a small chuckle. “What would I do without you..” He smiled kindly then, taking a hand to a side of her face to gently brush her cheek. 

He marveled for a moment at the softness of her skin, besides all she had fought and been through it secretly amazed him how she stayed so flawless in both complexion and composure. Clotaire’s eyes soon lingered to the dark curtain of her hair, while his hand followed to touch the tips of it, and tangle it in his fingers somewhat. He then found his hand going to the gape of her neck, as he lightly touched her skin there, soon finding his hand to finally rest at the back of Ang na’s neck as if to hold her or bring her in closer to himself, however he paused right in that moment. 

[angnahonour]

Ang na remained motionless, staring up at Clotaire while he touched her face, her hair, her neck. She let out the tiniest sigh, breaking into a smile, as she realized all of a sudden how much she really missed him after he left. All the time since then she’d been so preoccupied with the journey and the baby. But now there was nothing else to distract her thoughts. She felt an overwhelming relief to be back with him again.

Just as he paused, Ang glanced between his mouth and his eyes, and suddenly closed the gap for him, lifting her face up high enough to press her lips onto his, just for a moment, since it almost felt like this was all new after the time they’d spent apart. She looked at him searchingly, wondering if she’d done wrong. 

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Clotaire's pupils widened slightly at the personal contact, but he soon relaxed closing them and nudged his nose gently with Ang na's. When she pulled back he smiled widely, heaving a sigh of relief "I needed that.." He said quietly then sitting back in his chair, as he reached for Ang na's hand to join him in his seat.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Gaston & Clotaire { How I Met Your Mother }

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Uhmmm All right…" Clotaire politely grumbled as he managed to pick himself up finally, and sit in an upright position. Once Gaston left he noticed a staircase just before the cottage door. Naturally he picked himself up and found himself walking up the stairs, holding onto the railing for dear life. Once he was up there he noticed he was surrounded by doorways leading to about three different rooms. With a shrug of his shoulders the prince stepped into one and found himself rummaging through one of the drawers, which he soon found did not hold any clothes, hunting contraptions and tools. 

He tried another smaller one and found himself a pair of trousers and a shirt. Clotaire hesitantly took his wet items of clothing off and hung them on the open window sill in the room. He reluctantly put Gaston’s shirt, which seemed to be a little big for him, being Clotaire himself was nowhere near as muscular as Gaston. Clotaire proceeded however and tucked the overly sized shirt into his trousers, along with putting on his own boots. He climbed the stairs down to the kitchen then, and shyly stepped to where Gaston was, clearing his throat as he became a little worried about how foolish he may look in the overly sized clothes. 

[theperfectgaston-archive]

Gaston had just finished making the eggs. Five dozen for each of them. He set the heaping, steaming plates down on the table. Then Clotaire entered. He looked up and smiled, trying to hold back the laughter at how baggy the shirt was on him. “Don’t worry, Clotaire! You’ll grow into it!” He said, clapping the boy on the shoulder. “Now with this hearty breakfast, you’ll be on your way to building up those scrawny muscles in no time!”

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Clotaire frowned slightly as he glanced down at his right arm, rising it slightly as he realized he was a little more slender then what was preferred. "Right..." He chuckled nervously as he then took a seat at the mahogany table. He pulled his chair in and took a fork that was on the plate to pick at the eggs. Gaston had cooked then quite good and he found himself smiling with satisfaction as he chewed with a closed mouth. 

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"It…it just hurts is all." Clotaire shrugged as he breathed through his nostrils for a moment. "Its been feeling heavy for a few days, I don’t know whats wrong with it," He shrugged trying to change the subject and focus solely on the arm.

[angnahonour]

Ang gave a small sigh. She’d almost forgotten how difficult it was to get him to talk. She concentrated on his arm, applying the ointment first of all, gently, then starting to wrap the bandages. As she was doing so, she glanced up at him for a second. “You know, missing this part of you doesn’t make you any less of a person.” She said. “It makes you more of a person, actually.”

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Clotaire sighed as the ointment was suddenly giving him some instant relief. Once she was done he sat forward and leaned his elbow up on his knee. "A person missing one arm.." He joked then letting out a small chuckle. "What would I do without you.." He smiled kindly then, taking a hand to a side of her face to gently brush her cheek. 

He marveled for a moment at the softness of her skin, besides all she had fought and been through it secretly amazed him how she stayed so flawless in both complexion and composure. Clotaire's eyes soon lingered to the dark curtain of her hair, while his hand followed to touch the tips of it, and tangle it in his fingers somewhat. He then found his hand going to the gape of her neck, as he lightly touched her skin there, soon finding his hand to finally rest at the back of Ang na's neck as if to hold her or bring her in closer to himself, however he paused right in that moment. 

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Please.." He half smiled yet again. "This way.." He directed now following the lead as he simply just left all of their finished dirty dishes behind. He made his way to the windy deck of the boat, as it was beginning to be the end of sunset.

Having been directed to the quarters earlier, Clotaire made his way across and hid both him and Ang na behind another doorway. He sat down in a wooden chair then and pulled a wooden chest up and out from underneath him, as he then flipped it open with his foot. He took his dress shirt off then, revealing his undershirt now. In one hand he held a sort of sling made of tougher and sturdy fabrics. 

[angnahonour]

Ang kneeled down and rifled through the box, examining the contents. She took out enough bandages, and some ointment, supposedly to help the aching. She stood up again, directly in front of Clotaire, and held her hand open for him to give her his arm.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Clotaire flinched then as he held his arm up to her, and could see it looked somewhat swollen. He tried to fight back tears from the wounds painful memory, but his eyes became wet and cloudy, as he looked away from the stump.

[angnahonour]

Ang’s eyebrows drew in as the looked it over. “How long has it been like this?” She asked. It shouldn’t be swollen, not so long after the original injury. But as she looked to him for an answer, she saw the tears filling up his eyes, and dropped down on her hunches beside him so she could look at him. “Hey, what’s the matter?” She reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, moving his face to look at her. 

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"It...it just hurts is all." Clotaire shrugged as he breathed through his nostrils for a moment. "Its been feeling heavy for a few days, I don't know whats wrong with it," He shrugged trying to change the subject and focus solely on the arm.

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Please.." He half smiled yet again. "This way.." He directed now following the lead as he simply just left all of their finished dirty dishes behind. He made his way to the windy deck of the boat, as it was beginning to be the end of sunset.

Having been directed to the quarters earlier, Clotaire made his way across and hid both him and Ang na behind another doorway. He sat down in a wooden chair then and pulled a wooden chest up and out from underneath him, as he then flipped it open with his foot. He took his dress shirt off then, revealing his undershirt now. In one hand he held a sort of sling made of tougher and sturdy fabrics. 

[angnahonour]

Ang kneeled down and rifled through the box, examining the contents. She took out enough bandages, and some ointment, supposedly to help the aching. She stood up again, directly in front of Clotaire, and held her hand open for him to give her his arm.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Clotaire flinched then as he held his arm up to her, and could see it looked somewhat swollen. He tried to fight back tears from the wounds painful memory, but his eyes became wet and cloudy, as he looked away from the stump.

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"I’m not trying to prove anything at all…" He said then getting up from his seat slowly then. He began to peer out of a window of the ship, though it was small he could see just some of the horizon but mostly the waves crashing. He began to lean one arm on the back of his chair and stare, almost squinting his eyes as he did. 

"I’m simply just going after what I truly want..what I need."

[angnahonour]

Ang na got quietly up from her seat and walked over behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What is it you need?” She asked softly.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Its nothing Ang na.." Clotaire insisted as he smiled back at her over his shoulder, simultaneously reaching his right arm to touch her hand. "I should get this wrapped its starting to bother me." He explained then referring to his stump of an arm that must have been feeling much to heavy on the left side of his body, causing him some pain.

[angnahonour]

Ang frowned at his smile, seeing that he wasn’t going to talk about it. “Alright. Do you want me to do it?” She asked. Back in China she’d often been the one to wrap up what remained of his arm. And doing it single-handedly, literally, wouldn’t be too easy for Clotaire. 

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Please.." He half smiled yet again. "This way.." He directed now following the lead as he simply just left all of their finished dirty dishes behind. He made his way to the windy deck of the boat, as it was beginning to be the end of sunset.

Having been directed to the quarters earlier, Clotaire made his way across and hid both him and Ang na behind another doorway. He sat down in a wooden chair then and pulled a wooden chest up and out from underneath him, as he then flipped it open with his foot. He took his dress shirt off then, revealing his undershirt now. In one hand he held a sort of sling made of tougher and sturdy fabrics. 

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"I’m not trying to prove anything at all…" He said then getting up from his seat slowly then. He began to peer out of a window of the ship, though it was small he could see just some of the horizon but mostly the waves crashing. He began to lean one arm on the back of his chair and stare, almost squinting his eyes as he did. 

"I’m simply just going after what I truly want..what I need."

[angnahonour]

Ang na got quietly up from her seat and walked over behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What is it you need?” She asked softly.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Its nothing Ang na.." Clotaire insisted as he smiled back at her over his shoulder, simultaneously reaching his right arm to touch her hand. "I should get this wrapped its starting to bother me." He explained then referring to his stump of an arm that must have been feeling much to heavy on the left side of his body, causing him some pain.

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Well this is it.." Clotaire slightly frowned with shrug. "Just the journey and the ship, and once we hit the Americas I’m on my own." He nodded "I’ll have to get to working of course right away all I have now is a name and a connection…."

[angnahonour]

Ang nodded. This was what she expected. “I’ll work too.” She said. She figured she’d be back in shape by the time they got there, and from the sounds of it, it might be good for the two of them to be working.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Its not going to be easy…" Clotaire explained. "There will be a lot of competition and with my one arm…I could be seen as a disadvantage…" He frowned slightly then. "But this is what has to be done for opportunity in the New World…"

[angnahonour]

Ang na shrugged. “I would rather be doing something than nothing.” She said. Truthfully, she didn’t want to sit around and think about Jia so many miles away. She smiled softly at Clotaire, and his frowning about his arm. It would certainly make it hard for him to get work. “We’ll get by. You and me. I know it won’t be like this,” she glanced around at their surroundings, “and I didn’t expect it to be, either. You forget that you’re the rich prince with a mostly easy life.” She teased, forgetting herself and chuckling.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Right." Clotaire chuckled with a roll of his eyes. "Well see what the one armed spoiled, pampered, Prince has what it takes." He shook his head then, glancing down at his plate as he then realized he didn’t help himself to any of the food served yet.

Clotaire then began to try and make conversation in between bites, as he served himself over and over again, which had proved himself much angrier then he had thought. “It will all be worth it in the end you know, I’ll be able to earn my father and my country a name in the Americas….” He nodded nervously then as if trying to convince himself.

[angnahonour]

Ang na frowned just slightly. He didn’t sound right. “Clotaire… what are you trying to prove?” She asked, concerned about his motives in this trip. She knew he and his father didn’t have the best relationship, but maybe she didn’t know the half of it. 

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"I'm not trying to prove anything at all..." He said then getting up from his seat slowly then. He began to peer out of a window of the ship, though it was small he could see just some of the horizon but mostly the waves crashing. He began to lean one arm on the back of his chair and stare, almost squinting his eyes as he did. 

"I'm simply just going after what I truly want..what I need."

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Well this is it.." Clotaire slightly frowned with shrug. "Just the journey and the ship, and once we hit the Americas I’m on my own." He nodded "I’ll have to get to working of course right away all I have now is a name and a connection…."

[angnahonour]

Ang nodded. This was what she expected. “I’ll work too.” She said. She figured she’d be back in shape by the time they got there, and from the sounds of it, it might be good for the two of them to be working.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Its not going to be easy…" Clotaire explained. "There will be a lot of competition and with my one arm…I could be seen as a disadvantage…" He frowned slightly then. "But this is what has to be done for opportunity in the New World…"

[angnahonour]

Ang na shrugged. “I would rather be doing something than nothing.” She said. Truthfully, she didn’t want to sit around and think about Jia so many miles away. She smiled softly at Clotaire, and his frowning about his arm. It would certainly make it hard for him to get work. “We’ll get by. You and me. I know it won’t be like this,” she glanced around at their surroundings, “and I didn’t expect it to be, either. You forget that you’re the rich prince with a mostly easy life.” She teased, forgetting herself and chuckling.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Right." Clotaire chuckled with a roll of his eyes. "Well see what the one armed spoiled, pampered, Prince has what it takes." He shook his head then, glancing down at his plate as he then realized he didn't help himself to any of the food served yet.

Clotaire then began to try and make conversation in between bites, as he served himself over and over again, which had proved himself much angrier then he had thought. "It will all be worth it in the end you know, I'll be able to earn my father and my country a name in the Americas...." He nodded nervously then as if trying to convince himself.

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Well this is it.." Clotaire slightly frowned with shrug. "Just the journey and the ship, and once we hit the Americas I’m on my own." He nodded "I’ll have to get to working of course right away all I have now is a name and a connection…."

[angnahonour]

Ang nodded. This was what she expected. “I’ll work too.” She said. She figured she’d be back in shape by the time they got there, and from the sounds of it, it might be good for the two of them to be working.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Its not going to be easy..." Clotaire explained. "There will be a lot of competition and with my one arm...I could be seen as a disadvantage..." He frowned slightly then. "But this is what has to be done for opportunity in the New World..."

[maxiekat]

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"I know…" Clotaire then mumbled slightly under his breathe, looking down at their feet as the boat gently swayed now that they were moving. He managed to gather himself then and make eye contact with Ang na, despite the painful feelings of leaving his little daughter behind, along with everything else.

"Come…and eat…you must be hungry…" He half smiled then, brushing his hand against Ang na as he led her to another secretive quarter of the boat. Once he climbed the stairs to a lower level of the vessel, he opened to wide french doors to a quaint, intimate, and small dining area just for two. Clotaire sit himself at the head of the table in the center of the room, and pressed a small bell at the center piece to queue the servants he was ready to be served. 

[angnahonour]

Ang na followed, having to lean on his arm down the stairs, since she was still weak and a little in pain from giving birth. She was inwardly angry at herself for being so weak, but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now.

Ang’s jaw almost dropped at the sight of the dining room. This ship had secrets inside that one wouldn’t have guessed even existed. “This is… this has to be the nicest ship I’ve ever been on.” She said, thinking of the pirate ship she traveled on, and the ship she had sailed across the Mediterranean in to get to France. “Why did you go to all this trouble?” She asked. She didn’t think this trip would be anything more than a journey from one place to another. 

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Its the French way I guess…" Clotaire said with a slight smile. "Oh! forgive me!" He said in utter realization as he hastily stood up to pull Ang na’s chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit down. "Nothing but the finest for you my dear…" Clotaire smiled then across from her. In no time a female servant or two gathered in the quaint dining room and immediately go to serving the two drinks and assorted appetizers. 

"Will there be anything else Monsieur?" one of the younger maids meekly asked, as she glanced to the side where Ang na was as well. 

[angnahonour]

Ang sat, gaping around at everything, shocked into forgetting what had been upsetting her only a short while ago. She shook her head as the maid looked towards her. All this was nothing she was accustomed to, an she couldn’t help but wonder why it was so extravagant. But maybe that was just the way the French were, like Clotaire said. She picked up a tiny piece of one of the appetizers with her fork and took a bite. “This is good.” She smiled across at him. But then a thought came into her head. “How are you still living in the lap of luxury after you gave up your inheritance? Are your parents really willing to pay for all this?”

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Well this is it.." Clotaire slightly frowned with shrug. "Just the journey and the ship, and once we hit the Americas I'm on my own." He nodded "I'll have to get to working of course right away all I have now is a name and a connection...."

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Gaston & Clotaire { How I Met Your Mother }

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

Clotaire shivered and gasped violently at the feeling of a cool bucket of water being dumped on him, especially since he was awakened in such a way from a very deep sleep. He jutted up so violently he roll off of the sofa and fell to the floor. With a groan he squinted his eyes and immediately began rubbing his temples, from both the hit to the floor and the ramifications of last night. 

"You sure know how to do a wake up call Monsieur…" He groaned then, fighting to get his eyes fully open as he laid there in pain.

[theperfectgaston-archive]

"I’ve had practice." Gaston replied. He set the bucket down. "Breakfast will be in a few minutes and then we will head out. I hope that gives you enough time to dry off and get ready." Gaston raised his eyebrows at him. "You can borrow some of my clothes since they are much less wet." With that, he turned and returned to the kitchen.

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Uhmmm All right..." Clotaire politely grumbled as he managed to pick himself up finally, and sit in an upright position. Once Gaston left he noticed a staircase just before the cottage door. Naturally he picked himself up and found himself walking up the stairs, holding onto the railing for dear life. Once he was up there he noticed he was surrounded by doorways leading to about three different rooms. With a shrug of his shoulders the prince stepped into one and found himself rummaging through one of the drawers, which he soon found did not hold any clothes, hunting contraptions and tools. 

He tried another smaller one and found himself a pair of trousers and a shirt. Clotaire hesitantly took his wet items of clothing off and hung them on the open window sill in the room. He reluctantly put Gaston's shirt, which seemed to be a little big for him, being Clotaire himself was nowhere near as muscular as Gaston. Clotaire proceeded however and tucked the overly sized shirt into his trousers, along with putting on his own boots. He climbed the stairs down to the kitchen then, and shyly stepped to where Gaston was, clearing his throat as he became a little worried about how foolish he may look in the overly sized clothes. 

[angnahonour]

Clona | Separated

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"I know…" Clotaire then mumbled slightly under his breathe, looking down at their feet as the boat gently swayed now that they were moving. He managed to gather himself then and make eye contact with Ang na, despite the painful feelings of leaving his little daughter behind, along with everything else.

"Come…and eat…you must be hungry…" He half smiled then, brushing his hand against Ang na as he led her to another secretive quarter of the boat. Once he climbed the stairs to a lower level of the vessel, he opened to wide french doors to a quaint, intimate, and small dining area just for two. Clotaire sit himself at the head of the table in the center of the room, and pressed a small bell at the center piece to queue the servants he was ready to be served. 

[angnahonour]

Ang na followed, having to lean on his arm down the stairs, since she was still weak and a little in pain from giving birth. She was inwardly angry at herself for being so weak, but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now.

Ang’s jaw almost dropped at the sight of the dining room. This ship had secrets inside that one wouldn’t have guessed even existed. “This is… this has to be the nicest ship I’ve ever been on.” She said, thinking of the pirate ship she traveled on, and the ship she had sailed across the Mediterranean in to get to France. “Why did you go to all this trouble?” She asked. She didn’t think this trip would be anything more than a journey from one place to another. 

[frenchprinceofbel-air]

"Its the French way I guess..." Clotaire said with a slight smile. "Oh! forgive me!" He said in utter realization as he hastily stood up to pull Ang na's chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit down. "Nothing but the finest for you my dear..." Clotaire smiled then across from her. In no time a female servant or two gathered in the quaint dining room and immediately go to serving the two drinks and assorted appetizers. 

"Will there be anything else Monsieur?" one of the younger maids meekly asked, as she glanced to the side where Ang na was as well.