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[anniecr3sta-blog]

@theflxwersdxdgrow The night was cold in the poor parts of Paris that night, snow was falling in soft, white flake, covering the muddy ground below the feet of the pedestrians. Annie pulled her coat tight around her form, making her way over to the house where the students gathered to plan their rebellion, her husband being one of them. She was not fond of their idea of change, because it bore dangers, which none of them could estimate yet. Her husband had barely married her a few months ago, and heavy with child, she was afraid of losing him to the rebellion. But he did not want to hear any of her worries, so she kept her mouth shut and tried to push her fears aside. Pushing the door open, the warmth inside the building welcomed her like an old friend, and Finn quickly rushed over to greet her, before hurrying back to the other young men, all heads tilted over battle plans. The women usually stayed in the next room, though there were not many of them. Eponine was usually the only one around, though Annie did not know her well enough to call her a friend.

[itsourconstellation]

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Finnegens polite smile was beginning to feel painted and tightened in his jaw as he bobbed his head, laughing agreeably with the portly aged gentlemen plus his wife who was currently clinging onto his arms elbow. His fingers had begun to tighten on the slim stemmed glass holding a golden fizzing champaign nearly empty. Some of the people here he knew, were very much like estranged aunts and uncles that words for and with his mother and father for many years resulting in Finnegen growing up with their stories and almost family like get together a every other week. Yet the majority were unknown, small businesses, larger corporations looking for sponsors or work, or gaggles of housewives masking themselves as socialites, flying around his mother and butlers carrying the drinks. Finnegen nodded his head in agreement with a tight lipped smile an aired laugh before bowing his head in an apology, claiming that he must go find one or both of his parents. Perhaps, between servings of food to the table and on trays, Nancy may cook him up a small batch of cookies or homemade lemon drizzle cake. Turning on a polished heel of a military boot he turned away, brining up the rim of clear cut glass and downing away the rest of the bubbling liquid before disposing of the glass on one of the hired butlers. His dark grey suit trousers, that fit tightly around his legs and skinned as they went on were tucked into his boot, with a pearl white shirt untucked, black waistcoat, charcoal suit jacket and red burgundy bow tie with matching suspenders. Hair was styled slightly shorter on the sides but then a mass of dark waves and curls. As he was adjusting the silver cufflinks when a firm, soft body pressed against his harshly momentary before jolting back. Finnegen lifted his eyes and narrowed his gaze at the young male before they widened. The male had green eyes like the colour of trees ontop of the Icelandic mountains he had skied on, possibly with flecks of gold but he wasn't close enough to tell. His hair was either artfully styled for hours or he had simply rolled out of bed after spending a wonderful evening not sleeping. "You bumped into me." Finnegen quipped. Though the words were spluttered and nervous as not as cool, calm or collected as the young aristocrat had imagined but he was quick to narrow his eyes again and ignore the pleasurable pool of heat in his abdomen.

[wolfe-of-iscariot]

The scent of cigarettes fill the air along with the slight fragrance of whiskey and rain. Just beyond the edge of the building, a young woman leans back against the wall with her eyes closed simply listening to the faint sounds of raindrops clicking against the overhang. It's possible it might rain a lot heavier soon judging by the ominous clouds high above. What might the storm bring with it? A polite smile to passer buyer, though some do not return it. She was didn't seem much like a Priest.

The common weather of the area she temporarily inhabited had become a drizzle, a downpour, an overcast. Heinkel did not utter a single complaint, even when wearing her shades became a hazard for the sheer amount of water droplets she had to peer through if she so much as raised her head for a moment. She only seemed out of place on the bare streets, for any passerby generally had a hood up or an umbrella. She embraced the weather and its entire drenching atmosphere. Wolfe paid no mind to anyone she passed, even when she was offered a smile. She had barely glanced at the woman, but had done a double-take and even stopped in her tracks to look back at her in a short time of her passing. The gun-slinger presented hesitance, but then lingered her way closer, and moved under the overhang. “… Do you haf any cigarettes? Ze smell lingers around you. I vill pay you. I forgot my I.D. for any convenience store.”

[mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur]

Belle was walking through the city on her own. She'd shaken off Gaston by cutting through the alleys, and now she was in an area of Paris she wouldn't normally be walking through, but at least she'd gotten rid of him. She knew she probably presented a very tantalizing target in her so-very-obviously expensive clothes, and that made her uneasy, but she had to keep walking. She hadn't lost the admiral's son just to run back to him because she was in an unsavory area of town.