Timid, But Intrepid

Indie, selective, modern-verse Jehan Prouvaire.

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✹{Greeting}✹

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Cosette waited for a little bit, tapping her foot nervously but she smiled lightly when he came out. “Come on, we need to go.” She said, beginning down the street, expecting him to follow behind her. 

She knew that if he would be at the Musain he’d be working but if he was still in his home he would either be asleep or still working on something. It made her happy to think he would be safe in his apartment but it also made her nervous to think he is anywhere else and in some sort of danger.

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✧—”I’m here; fret no longer.” Surprisingly, Jehan’s mood was brightening just a tad. The likelihood of Pontmercy finding himself in any severe trouble was slim to none. Unlike some of the other Amis, Marius was never one to really get into fights. He was far too prim and proper for that.

✧—”After you.” Jehan gestured for Cosette to head out of the apartment. “I say we give Marius a piece of our minds when we find him, for making us rush about like this. Not to mention all of the worry we felt.”

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      “You’re familiar to me… Do I- Do I know you from somewhere?”

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✧—How strange. This woman looked ever so familiar...but he couldn’t quite recall. “You may. I am Jehan Prouvaire.”

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ι тαsтε ℓιкε мαgιc, ωαvεs тнαт sωαℓℓσω qυιcк αη∂ ∂εερ тняσω тнε вαιт, cαтcн тнε sнαяк, вℓεε∂ тнε ωαтεя яε∂ ғιғтү ωσя∂s ғσя мυя∂εя αη∂ ι’м εvεяү σηε σғ тнεм

rules | ask | about

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✧—”You actually want to talk to me?” Sitting in his usual spot at the Musain, Jehan observed the other. They had only met once or twice prior, and not on good terms, so why was he here? Hopefully not following him.

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In Paris

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Crowley was in Paris for business purposes,conversing with a man dressed just as finely as him. Things were going well,and they were almost done when he sensed some lurking nearby. He excused himself,his acquaintance nodding in response. He finds a young man with red hair staring back at him,probably simply minding his own business but Crowley had learnt the hard way it paid to be cautious. “This is a private meeting,and it’s rude to eavesdrop” Perhaps Crowley’s premature confrontation would only arouse further suspicion,but for all he knew the boy could be a spy for his enemies. Then again hell could have made him paranoid. “You do speak English,don’t you?” He asked,narrowing his eyes. “ Parlez-vous anglais?” He adds,rather patronizingly.He doesn’t even bother to wait for a response to his first two questions,possibly even rudely cutting him off.

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✧—Prouvaire was always a curious person. He was also the type of person who occasionally ignored certain minor social norms, such as staring at suspicious individuals. Jehan, of course, had no reason to suspect the two conversing men, however, men in suits always spelled trouble for the poet. Suits meant money, and money meant corruption. Unfortunately, Jehan hadn’t anticipated being noticed.

✧—”Ah, I’m very sorry, monsieur,” he had began, in French, until the other so rudely interrupted him. Words sat on the tip of his tongue, remaining unsaid as the other questioned his understanding of English, rather condescendingly. “Yes, I do speak English.” It was heavily accented English, but his grammar was decent enough. How strange it was that this man reacted so harshly to his curiosity! Obviously they were discussing something sensitive. The poet’s body tensed; they were likely government officials of some sort. “I’ll leave immediately. I’m very sorry,” he stuttered out anxiously. The man wasn’t French, so it was unlikely that he would recognize Jehan, but there was always the possibility. He really didn’t want to go to jail again, nor did he want to fight. “I didn’t hear a word you said. I swear!”

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Put ◎ in my ask. My muse will answer any question you ask them. Even if its secret.

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Erik’s eyes followed the young man’s gaze toward the mistletoe. A lump grew in Erik’s throat at the thought that had Jehan wanted to kiss him, he might have done so before. Nevertheless, Erik’s longing had been allowed to fester for far too long for him to simply give up upon a hunch. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Jehan and asked, with bated breath, “May I? Please?”

✧—Jehan returned the other’s gaze, almost as if he was staring through him rather than at him, past mask, festered skin, and sinew. Jehan looked even deeper than that. “Please do.” His heart was racing, beating faster and faster, within his chest. “I love you, Eirk,” he blurted out the words, needing to say them nearly as much as he figured Erik needed to hear them.

✧—Lips parted, panting ever so slightly, Jehan leaned in to be kissed.

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The girl was practically alone in the house. Her mother had passed years prior, and the lord of the house kept his daughter barred in from the outside world, as if he was scared that he would lose her also. The girl had no companions, so she contented herself with speaking with whoever her father had put under her command, the same boy as of recent. “Yes, I would. You speak as if you make good conversation, and I do quite enjoy the company, even if you have little choice in the matter.”

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✧—Jehan wasn’t particularly thrilled to be stuck with entertaining the young lady of the house, yet Jehan forced himself to speak to her. “Thank you for the compliment. I do hope that I’ll be able to keep you amused.” There was a bitter, condescending tone to his voice as he spoke. His arms were crossed over his chest tighter than a clenched fist.

✧—”What shall we discuss today, mademoiselle?” he asked, the bitterness to his tone less severe. Perhaps, after his years of servitude, he had begun to feel lonely in the manor. The young woman of the house was the only person around his age that he could ever talk to. He still wasn’t happy to be forced to treat her as a friend, but he wouldn’t resist it.

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       Condolences? Mercutio’s brow crinkled - why would this boy be offering        him his condolences? Mercutio hadn’t lost anyone to the feud - that was        a plus to being born to neither the Capulet or the Montague family - so        why would he need condolences? After all, Romeo and Benvolio were         still perfectly fine, so the feud had done nothing out of the ordinary to him.        And to grow tired of the feud was like to say to grow tired of breathing. It        was so minor to him, just a thought in the back of his head as he went on        with his life, so he didn’t understand how that could be possible. “𝔚ell…        there isn’t much you can do, but thank you, I suppose.” 

       He could tell that he’d made the other flustered. It caused another smile to        rise to his cheeks as he looked over at him. “I only speak the truth, my        bell'uomo. If you were not so, you would not dare hear me say it,” the grin        remained on Mercutio’s face as he watched Jehan, glad for this interaction.

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✧—”Sorry.” Jehan couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit awkward. Perhaps he had been a tad bit overzealous with his offer to give aid. It seemed as this feud wasn’t much of an issue to Mercutio as it would be to Jehan. Or perhaps the revolutionary spirit within him was just a little bit stronger after spending so much time with Enjolras and the other Amis.

✧—Despite the earlier mishap, it seemed as if Mercutio was still glad for Jehan’s company. Jehan allowed himself to loosen up, a nervous little grin on his lips. “You flatter me, monsieur!” he teased. But despite his bravado, his cheeks remained a bright pink. He was positively glowing and buzzing with energy. And Jehan wouldn’t be able to deny the slight fluttering in his stomach, unused to such flattery. “Please, mon ami, allow me to take you out somewhere. Coffee or tea, perhaps? If you’ll humor me, of course.”

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Rebekah had lived long enough to get herself over the material aspects of this thing called life. She valued what the human’s had, she valued that they lived their lives with meaning, where hers had no meaning or value behind it. “As you can see I’m in a bar, not a Prada store, correct? Material items mean nothing to me.” The blonde would enjoy seeing Notre Dame, she’s heard several stories about this location in which is why she ventured off to Paris.

Jehan also seemed to have this bubbly aspect of his personality and she was wondering if she was able to take his personality all at once, or just in small doses. However, she wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity at an enjoyable, normal, serene life – even if only for a little bit. “So far no complaints, love. I guess I just have an eye for the unappreciated parts of a city.” She replied as she drank the rest of the remaining liquor at the bottom of the crystalline glass.

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✧—Jehan couldn’t help but feel as if he had offended the woman somehow. Squirming in his seat, he attempted to articulate his sincerest of apologies. “Please forgive me, mademoiselle. I promise I wasn’t making assumptions about you in particular. I was merely acknowledging an unfortunate trend.” He decided to shut his mouth after that, considering he’d already shoved his foot in his mouth just moments prior.

✧—When Rebekah didn’t appear to be angry, Jehan relaxed, allowing his shoulders to slump. “I’m quite glad to know that you love Paris. It is a wonderful place.” And it was for his love of Paris that he was willing to risk everything to fight for it. “I could show you other beauteous places in Paris, if you would like?”

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”I am not supposed to feel affection for you, slave, but I have no one else around to talk to.” ((Oops...))

✧—He glanced up, eyeing the woman for a moment without a word. If she wished to speak to him, he’d have no right to refuse. So, he sighed. “Would you like to speak with me?” Maybe if he acted politely, he’d get special treatment.

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THE MUN OF THIS BLOG IS A PIECE OF SHIPPING TRASH

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                   HE COUNTS THE BODIES LIKE SHEEP !!

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"You're supposed to fear me."

✧—”Really now?” Jehan observed the other with a blank, cold expression. But despite his stony features, a few twinges of fear fluttered in his stomach. “And if I don’t?”

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slavery starters

“You belong to me now, do you understand?! I don’t want to hear a single complaint!” “How dare you speak up to me?!” ”At the market they told me you were well behaved, you better not disappoint me now.” “How dare you complain while I provide you with food and a bed?” ”I paid good money for your pretty face. It’s not too much to ask you to do this for me…” “You don’t get to decide what happens to you. I own you!” “I don’t care whether it’s hard work. You do it because I paid for you to do it.” “If you oppose me, I will punish you so much you won’t even dare to speak again.” “Your personal feelings don’t exist anymore. You obey. Nothing more.” “You can’t take it anymore? Then I must bring you back. Broken products should be returned.” “Tell me who you belong to. I like to hear you say it.” “I do with you whatever I want from now on.” “Work through your hunger. You will get fed when you deserve it.” ”I think you’ve deserved the evening off. I know you’re overheated, go bathe.” ”You’ll need to get used to things around here, but I expect no complaints.” ”I don’t treat you half as badly as some out there. Aren’t you grateful?” ”I am not supposed to feel affection for you, slave, but I have no one else around to talk to.” ”I wouldn’t have slaves if I didn’t need them. Now do your job and don’t look at me like that.” “You can work harder than this.” “Don’t disappoint me, slave, or you’ll get punished.” “I expected you to be done with this this morning already. Have you been slacking? You know what happens when people don’t work their hardest, don’t you?” ”You serve me well, slave. I’m very fond of you. Now, keep this up another few years and you might even see your freedom again one day.” “Your tears mean nothing to me.” ”I’m not satisfied with your work. Try harder.” “You are supposed to fear me.”

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✹{Greeting}✹

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“I’m sure he will be alright.” Cosette sighed, following him out of his apartment. She gently put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Jehan, i hate to rain on your parade but before we go anywhere I think it would be wise to put on actual clothes instead of going in public in your pajamas.” 

She knew she came early in the morning and she wasn’t upset with him that he’d still be tired, she just didn’t want him to get cold or anything outside.

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✧—Blinking, Jehan glanced down at himself and examined his current state of dress. “I have to change?” he asked, head tilted to one side. It was very clear that this wasn’t his first time venturing out in public wearing his pajamas. He certainly could change, but in the time he took to decide an outfit? Pontmercy could be long gone by the time he was finished! But, if Cosette wanted him to change first, he would.

✧—”I shall be but a moment!” Spinning on his heels, Jehan rushed into his bedroom, sure to close the door behind him, and threw on the first outfit he could find. He was fully dressed to meet Cosette within minutes. Of course, his clothes didn’t match, but when did they ever?