Leaving Paris
21 Aug 2008 03:14 pmWhen: March, 1940
Where: Paris, France
Alias: Jacqueline Valmont
Morning in Paris and the swirling fog had turned the city into a monochromatic world of blacks, whites, and grays. She stood on the bridge, feeling the chill damp soak into her skin through her stylish skirt suit and long gloves. It had only been a week since she'd returned to the city after her ordeal in the desert, and the cool mist was a welcome relief from the glaring heat.
She wasn't proud of what she had done in order to keep a promise that had haunted her for fourteen centuries. But it was over now. The Grail was safely entombed with Arthur on Avalon. Now, it was up to her to get her godson out of Paris.
Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
1,000 Words
Charles is
a_ghosts_son and Quinn's headmate.
iris_angel mentioned vaguely with permission.
Prompts:
of_the_universe:
10.1 It is a rainy morning. At the periphery of vision, surrounded by fog, something emerges.
10.2.A Write a fic where you are standing in the middle of a bridge.
theatrical_muse:
#242 Write about a time that you were the bearer of bad news.
Where: Paris, France
Alias: Jacqueline Valmont
Morning in Paris and the swirling fog had turned the city into a monochromatic world of blacks, whites, and grays. She stood on the bridge, feeling the chill damp soak into her skin through her stylish skirt suit and long gloves. It had only been a week since she'd returned to the city after her ordeal in the desert, and the cool mist was a welcome relief from the glaring heat.
She wasn't proud of what she had done in order to keep a promise that had haunted her for fourteen centuries. But it was over now. The Grail was safely entombed with Arthur on Avalon. Now, it was up to her to get her godson out of Paris.
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Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
1,000 Words
Charles is
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Prompts:
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10.1 It is a rainy morning. At the periphery of vision, surrounded by fog, something emerges.
10.2.A Write a fic where you are standing in the middle of a bridge.
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#242 Write about a time that you were the bearer of bad news.