clayforthedevil: (teeth)
Bahorel charges ahead of Enjolras and into the red-walled caverns he shares with Prouvaire, still bouncing from the recent adventure. He charges in not because he's in any hurry, but because if he doesn't charge everywhere right now he's going to start shouting even more loudly than he already has been on the way down the hall.

"--but then the beast doesn't even stay around to laugh at us? Unkind! And showing no sense of-- ah! Jehan! Did you leave too? We've been away for months--at least on our side--how far did you wander?"

Jehan is in a costume that might be called medieval, if someone had only a general idea of what medieval dress was like, based mostly on illustrations. It involves a liripipe, to the apparent delight of little Marguerite.

But Bahorel's not wearing anything less picturesque at the moment. More unusually, neither is Enjolras. Bahorel, at least, is delightedly aware that they also both look like they stepped out of a fantasy story, and even more delighted that they have.

Date: 2016-11-20 02:07 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] pro_patria_mortuus
pro_patria_mortuus: (you're no longer a child)
Jehan, have you met Enjolras.

He shakes his head, with eloquently bemused eyebrows at the question.

And doesn't bother to say anything about magical fiery creatures and accidental world-crossing, because Bahorel will have fun telling this part, too. Not to mention that however he tells it, it'll be much more in line with Prouvaire's sensibilities than anything Enjolras is capable of producing.

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