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[daringwaistcoats]

CHARACTERS: Bahorel and you!
LOCATION: Various.
WARNINGS: Warm and fuzzy family feels. Otherwise, PENDING.
SUMMARY: July catch-all for pre-plot shenanigans.
NOTES: Open to all, and anything goes, from actionspam to multipara threading. This is mostly here just to clean up all loose ends before shit hits the fan, so feel free to ping me with suggestions for scenes of your own!


Ever since Bahorel had managed to manifest one of his fallen friends, he had been toying with the ability to bring back old memories, like those of his family: his parents, his siblings, his youngest sister especially. Once, he even would have created a glimmer of that man who'd shaped so much of his past, who had affected so much of how he had come to approach life, to understand the world.

Most of this would happen behind closed doors, but it was not impossible for someone to catch him in the gym, taking up a quick sparring stint with a punching bag while a dark-haired man watched, chatting idly with him from the sidelines; or in the Oxygen Gardens, smiling at a young, almost strawberry-blonde girl as she wove flowers into crowns; or in the kitchen pulling out a lopsided pie or a crispy loaf of bread, laughing warmly as he baked alongside an older light-brunette woman.

Bahorel was never regretful or angry when the manifestations might disappear or flicker out if someone were to interrupt his concentration; rather, he welcomed them with a warmer grin, a happier look. This was a safe place, but it wasn't ever a private one.

Everyone was family here, after all.

Comments

Kitchen

[lafautedevoltaire]

Gavroche appears almost as if scheduled when the pie emerges. He always seems to have a sense of when baked goods need eating. "That smells amazing."

[daringwaistcoats]

"And I can only hope it tastes as delicious!" Bahorel grinned over at the boy, taking the pie out and placing it on the countertop. He smiled over at his maman, the older woman he was accompanied by, who waved gently at the young boy. "This is my mother, Gavroche -- that is to say, a manifestation of her. She may be the only reason why it might be at all palatable."

[lafautedevoltaire]

Gavroche waves back enthusiastically. Just because she's manifested using their strange new abilities doesn't mean he's not thrilled to get to see her. He always likes glimpses of happy families. "Is it her recipe then?"

no one expects the feuquesition | kitchen

[forpoland]

It is nothing more than a coincidence Feuilly is walking through the corridor at the time when he hears familiar laughter. A peek into the kitchens confirms his suspicious and he smiles bemusedly at the scene before him. “Bahorel. Have you been practicing?”

at least no one ever dies? D8

[daringwaistcoats]

Bahorel glanced up at the call, surprised enough that the image of his mother might flicker out this time, grinning from ear to ear at the greeting. "Ho, Feuilly! I have, and under the tutelage of my mother, at that, so I might even dare to say that it is less practice and more success! Have you come to brave a taste?"

yet :v

[forpoland]

Feuilly glances at the apparition, smiling faintly before turning his attention to the kitchen. "I have." He confirms, looking over the spread. "It certainly appears to look more of a success than before. It's flavors however, can only be decided by taste."

best warn Combeferre / the OG

[jondrette]

It was in the Oxygen Gardens that Eponine spotted her. A young girl, dressed like she had been at her age. Fresh from her stay in the medbay, she had come to her favorite spot for thinking, only to see the girl there, near the willow where she could climb up and hide in the crook where the trunk split.

But curiosity got the best of her, and she approached the girl, not even noticing Bahorel. Waving, Eponine came to peer over the girl's shoulder. "What've you got going there?" She asked sweetly. Eponine had come to learn she was, surprisingly, quite good with children.