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[theo-commandant]

Un Matin à Mistral’s

@mobscene-starters Location: Mistral's Date: January 25th, 2026

Mid-morning sunlight washed over the terrace outside Mistral’s. Bright, cold, and precise despite the early morning drizzle. Théodore had wanted a simple le petit déjeuner, thus went to his usual comfort. Same seat and all as he sat in the patio chair with practiced ease. Jacket buttoned, collar up to protect his neck from the wind. Sunglasses shielding his eyes. Leather gloves still on, concealing the faint stains left behind by a long night of book restoration. A croissant rested beside his coffee, untouched for the moment, while a worn French paperback of blue lay open on the table.

Les Fleurs du mal. Familiar. Grounding.

He turned a page slowly, gloved fingers careful with the spine. Pausing only to sip his coffee and watch the city pass by in fragments. London moved around him, loud and unaware, while Théo lingered comfortably in the quiet space between. Hands busy, mind at rest, and the morning unfolding exactly as he preferred.

[meaningofmaple]

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Theo had a quiet sort of confidence, he was talkative, warm but still slightly reserved. He had to be for his job. His work revolved around talking to people, listening to opinions and ideas and he loved it. He enjoyed engaging with others. He smiled, leaning on the wall gently as he approached the other. “Okay, quick question. What is the best show or musical you have ever seen on a theatre? Or TV? Or have you never seen one at all? I swear I will not judge you if you say you haven’t,” he said with an encouraging smile.

[vanityandvicexx]

Closed starter: Theo Martin and any of your muses @moltengcld

Setting: Outside, a few days after the attack

The mood around the palace had only soured for most in the days that followed the attack; so many were nursing wounds both visible and invisible. He could see it in the eyes of those he passed, a feeling of exposure; they knew how vulnerable they all were and many of them felt that he and those like him were to blame. Ordinarily, Theo might not have cared as he did not put much stock in the opinion of royals, but this time, there was a part of him that feared that they were right, despite all the extra measures that they had painstakingly undertaken. The frustration, the anger, and, most of all, the guilt, ate at Theo in those days. The mood in the barracks hardly helped matters. Soldiers whispered baseless theories or worried over the states of their friends, some even grieved in silence for those who could never rejoin them.

He found himself outside with his sword in hand, his comfort since Santiago had first begun training him; he had told him early that the only way forward was to put all his feelings into focus and all his focus into his sword. Going through a familiar routine, he blocked, feigned, parried, and thrust, whirling around more and more quickly before delivering a thrust only to find someone near him. Quickly, he put his sword to his side, bowing while breathing heavily. "I beg your pardon. I was training and did not hear you approach."

[vanityandvicexx]

Closed starter: Theo and any of your muses (@stvrdvstsx)

Setting: amongst the rubble, where the first charges went off

He had picked over the wreckage of the palace walls time and time again since the explosions had rocked Versailles; from what everyone had been able to judge, this was where the first explosion had happened, far enough away from the main festivities that no one had judged them for the terror they were until it was too late. By then, a chain reaction had started with subsequent explosions rocking the palace. Theo held a piece of the wall and crumbled it between his fingertips. He still had so many questions, even after looking at all the clues for days. How had the perpetrators managed to move and hook up so many explosives without anyone having known? Was it only France that was being targeted if people from any nation could have been hurt? Were they looking at palace servants? He ran the thoughts over and over in his head until he heard someone approaching and turned. "I am afraid if you are looking for something here or if you hoped to find something, there is little to find other than ash and rubble. Whatever they used to destroy this wall was powerful. Can I help you with something?"

[vanityandvicexx]

Closed starter: Theo Martin and Enzo de Medici (@bloodycrxwn)

Setting: stables, a few days after the attack, early morning

Daylight broke over the grounds of Versailles as Theo and Cheval made their way out of the stables. Cheval scraped at the ground restlessly with his hooves, eager for the morning run despite the chill that hung in the winter air. Theo's mood matched his horse as he anxiously waited for his, well, he supposed that he would call the prince a friend, despite the disparity in their stations. He had met the Prince soon after the summit had started on a ride and the two had shared some banter over their horses and had developed something of a standing race. What had started off as chance had become something both Theo and Cheval looked forward to greatly, especially with all that had been going on in the preceding days.

Theo huffed into the cold, watching his breath hang in the air as he heard the oncoming hoof beats. "Bout time you got here Prince Enzo, the sun hasn't had time to warm me up and a frozen opponent is hardly conducive to a good race," he chuckled.

[vanityandvicexx]

Closed starter: Theo Martin and Santiago Silva (@rcsplendent)

Setting: Walking through the halls of Versailles

Theo was shaking. If it had not been bad enough that the guards had been placed on high alert after the bombing, now there had been a poisoning and the young soldier knew that the palace guards had already been spread too thin. He strode quickly through the palace, stopping to ask the other guards for the location of the Marechal. His brain spun as he kept coming back to the thought that the summit had to end. There were no other options, no other solutions that would effectively slow the spread of tragedy that had befallen them. The Bourbons had just returned to power and they would lose all of that power if they continued to focus on hosting this summit that they seemed woefully ill-equipped to handle.

He found his mentor walking through the halls himself, his brow furrowed as he traveled to his next destination. "Marechal!" Theo called, falling into step beside Santiago. "Marechal, please tell me that King Dennis is sending them home. Please. It is insane at this point to keep this situation going. We cannot possibly figure out who is doing all this if we are guarding so many different nobles and royals alike. We need to send them home and focus on protecting our own." Theo whispered his words but his manner was pure frustration though he knew that he needed to rein in his passions.

[vanityandvicexx]

Closed starter: Theo Martin and Annaliese Holm (@hcrexcellency

Setting: the halls of the palace late at night

Versailles was never completely quiet, but there was a sort of hush that fell over the palace at around two in the morning after many of the servants had finished their day's work and slipped off to their chambers for the short sleep that would have to carry them through the next day. Many of the royals were sleeping or, at least, trepidation kept them in their own rooms till the dawning light. Walking through the palace at this time of night left time for introspection, often far too much, and Theo found himself wondering again at the extravagance surrounding him. What did it say, that the palace could have been attacked and yet there was still places for people to sleep, eat, and carry on? Though he held bitterness for the attackers for injuring his comrades, he could not help but think that targeting all this gaudy lavishness was understandable.

The sound of footsteps brought him out of his thoughts and he straightened, turning to the side, eyes straight forward. He bowed respectfully when the Queen of Austria came through. "Your Majesty, are you in need of any assistance this evening? It is quite late, not that you are not welcome in the halls. I just have not seen anyone for quite some time if you were looking for someone particular. Did you need an escort somewhere?" He asked the question as almost a reflex after Santiago's training, hearing his mentor's voice to be courteous and helpful, a chivalrous soldier.

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