*his cheeks warm* Oj, it’s hard to tell with you when you’re being serious and when you are only joking! *laughs lightly and leans into the touch* I knew that but— Ei! *licks his lips as the cigarette is stolen* So you do like my brand after all? And what was the point of sharing?
[rolls his eyes, sitting down and pulling Sven with him as well] [he places his head in his lap and looks up at him with amusement] Sharing? Oh, s’il te plait. We all know the French don’t share. If we did, there would be no Luxembourg today.
I am not a rabbit! [flinches at being touched and instead pulls out a cigarette, lighting it] Mm. Wererabbit. Sounds like some goddamn B movie.
….You’re not thinking of Month Python, are you?
[takes the cigarette from him, stealing a quick one before returning it to him]
Irving Penn, 1971.
[[I FOUND A FACECLAIM FINALLY
Taking another deep breath Laura examined herself in her bedroom mirror inch by inch. It was just dinner. Like any other, except for the fact that over the last few weeks…..she sighed wistfully, wandering over to the window. Opening the sill she leaned out, gazing out at the Sambre in the distance. The setting sun framed the scene wonderfully, it’s rays reflected off the water. So relaxed was she, her eyes shut soaking up the afternoon’s warmth like a flower when a familiar man’s voice called out to her, startling her.
She jumped visibly, her eyes snapped open and she looked down to see her escort having wandered into the castle’s garden. “Francis!” she called out, extending her arm in a wave below to him, giggling. She resembled a nosy princess, examining the prince that had stolen onto her property’s grounds. “I thought we were going out!” Laura laughed. “Whatever are you doing down there?”
Francis lifted his bicorne hat and bowed to the waist, greeting the lady. “We are, ma cherie, but I have a surprise!” he stated, raising his voice so she could hear him. He walked to one of the rose bushes and plucked out a red rose, careful so it thorns wouldn’t harm him. “Come down immediately. We are going to take a horse instead of a carriage. I will ride and you will be close to me.”
Tonight was special. It’s been a while since Francis felt so…alive, especially after his ‘execution’ five years ago. His neck still hurts at times and he gets sudden waves of sadness flood over him, but when he is around Laura he feels warm inside. She has a certain innocence that could heal anybody’s soul.
honneuretpatria replied to your post.What if I ruined the routine by saying your beauty is that of winter; pure, mysterious, refreshing?
I honestly couldn’t care less.
I’m not taking it back, it’s the truth.
Running through The Louvre, from Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers.
honneuretpatria heeft op je bericht gereageerd:Imagine turning into a wererabbit in the midst of a vegetable festival.That would be so cute!
No. It would be weird and strange. To be some seemingly innocent looking rabbit with nasty pointy teeth….
Rabbits are adorable! No matter what, they cannot harm you unless you anger them. Isn’t that right, Lapin Jean? [Reaches up to scratch behind Jan’s ear]
You’re a wicked man, Francis. *laughs lightly and takes another drag* Is this how you treat all of your young wards? *with gentle fingers, he tangles into Francis’ hair and tugs him close again* You’re a terrible tease, even to naive young men!
Hm, maybe. [grins lazily, reaching up to cup Sven’s cheek with one hand and gently stroke his cheek] I am not a terrible tease, cher. [Leans in to kiss at his hear for a few moments] I am a terrible liar. [quickly steals the cigarette from him, placing it between his own lips as he pulls away]