Enjolras (barricadeboy) wrote in nexusthreads, @ 2020-10-16 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | enjolras, harry dresden |
Who? Enjolras & OPEN
Where? The jungle
When? Friday
What? A new arrival
Open? Yes
It was a shame, really, because for the second time in his life, Enjolras had just been starting to feel like he might actually have found his place among some good people. So, of course, it would only seem natural that the universe would want to spoil that for him. He'd stared at that strange, automated message for a little too long, before deciding that there was only one thing for it. He'd have to start walking, because otherwise he was just going to die of dehydration in the middle of... a jungle?
He had to find water, shelter, food... simple survival was what he would focus on, and although he was more used to surviving in the harsh realities of a big city, he had read enough books to know the basics. He hoped.
It wasn't too long until he could hear the sound of running water, and he pushed his way through foliage to try to find the source. A stream trickling down from a spring somewhere on higher ground, the water crystal clear and perfect for drinking. And he would have, if it wasn't for the fact that he'd discovered something much more interesting.
The Elephant of the Bastille, in all it's strange beauty, exactly where it wasn't supposed to be. He instantly felt his heart flip flop inside his chest, and he leapt the stream.
"Gavroche?" he called out, ducking under to peek inside the hollow plastercast. "Salut? Gavroche? Bonjour, êtes-vous là?"
His voice echoed back at him, as an intrusive memory played on his mind. Shot. Dead. Courfeyrac holding his limp little body in his arms. No, it was just a hollow sculpture, as out of place as he was.