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[respect-the-king]

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.

[mercutxo]

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        “𝔐ay I advise you find another place to stand? In another minute or          so, one of those two men are going to come at the other with their          rapier, and you, most likely, will be caught in between them, given          your current location. I simply mean to help.”

[devilsfool]

The Chariot

The Chariot:If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first?

Honestly, I can’t think of anything. 

My ability to be awake during the daylight. 

[anabundanceofcourfarchive]

dolomite

dolomite:a sleep headcanon

He’s a total sprawler, even if there’s someone else in bed he takes up over half of it-and most of the blankets and pillows too. To counteract that he keeps a pile of both on his bed, also so if he doesn’t have anyone to sleep by he still had something to cuddle with. He also has a pretty decent collection of plushies and such as well. He sleeps pretty soundly, although he also had very vivid dreams, most of which are pretty tame, but when he has nightmares they upset him for days sometimes. He’s also one of those annoyingly perky people when he gets up in the mornings, although he definitely likes to sleep and if given the chance will sleep in any chance he gets.

[valentinetwiins]

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She pouted her lips and looked upon the slouched man seated alone at the table. Tiff neared  him with a furrowed brow. “What’s the mattah, sweetheart?” She rested her fingertips on the small table. She cocked her head to the side, golden locks falling over her sequined top. “Not gettin’ enough attention?” She swayed closer to him, eyes flitting around to scan the nearly empty room. “I can give ya some attention.” ( For a price, of course. )

[masquesous]

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[text] Just sold a bag of salt and broken glass to this weird-ass kid. Wish I coulda seen him use it

[malfaiteur-bienfaisant]

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Jehan hesitated, lips parted ever so slightly as he stared at the older male with a questioning look. “I’m not sure, monsieur." There was so much uncertainty racing through his mind; what did Valjean want with him?

    With a slight furrow of his brow, Valjean shook his head — a minute action, which indicated the definitive answer. “ No. I would never harm anyone, especially not you. I'm going to get you out of here, ” he replied, deep blue eyes full of sincerity. “ But you're going to have to trust me. ”

[dechu-inspecteur]

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~{❈}~”Please." Was the only word to pass his lips, hands raised defensively. Staring down the barrel of the gun, Jehan’s brief shudder was his only display of fear. He almost asked what Javert wanted, but refrained. He figured Javert would only share what he felt necessary.

      " Listen closely, boy-- and answer honestly.          Who leads your little rebellion?          His name and address, quick as you can. "