July 2012
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Real men | Giles & Frankie | Week 28
sir-giles:
Giles flushed at Francois’ playful taunts and shrugged off the sword, chuckling. He didn’t think Francois could ever hurt him, physically or emotionally. He trusted the man with his life, even if he hadn’t seen him for years. Oddly enough, Francois still looked the same all those years ago, perhaps slightly more eccentric but Giles never did mind the man’s antics. He thought them...
June 2012
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nairnes:
You’ve assumed correctly, My Lord. Though I do not like being referred to as ‘The Dame’. It makes me sound terribly old. ‘Nairne’ will do just fine. May I see your fangs?
I could show you in another way, mon petit, but I doubt you’d be very ‘appy with that, Nairne.
nairnes:
Ah, you must be the Marquis. I heard you were a…charming man. However, I suppose not all rumors are true, are they? I’m more inclined to believe the rumors of your red liquiddiet.
Per’aps, my lady, you should be more inclined to believe what you ‘ear as, well, both of those rumours are very true. But yes, I am the Marquis, and you are the darling Dame of the village, I...
A dame, a dame, a dame. Come out, come out wherever you are.
helenaofvalleybroad:
I’ve not had the opportunity, I’m afraid. Though, it does seem much more in comparison, even in only your few words. Why are you here then, Marquis Volois? If I came from a beautiful place such as Bordeaux, I should never want to leave.
Because, as I am sure you are aware, when you live in a place it loses it’s novelty, and you are forced to look for other places in...
helenaofvalleybroad:
francois-valois replied to your post: Aren’t you a pretty, little thing. Fairer than your mother, if I may be so bold as to say.
Marquis Francois Valois, de Bordeaux, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, little miss.
The pleasure is endowed upon me as well, My Lord Marquis. Though, if you do not mind my asking, what is it like in France? I have never been, you see, though...
Real men | Giles & Frankie | Week 28
sir-giles:
Giles quickly traveled to his chambers, dressing down in light armor before racing down to the courtyard, not wanting to wait another minuted. Truth was, he was only sparring with Francois, a man he looked up to as a child, and if he did beat Giles, well, Giles wouldn’t be all that perturbed. After Francois left Humber for what may of been the last time, Giles was worried and his ten...
Real men | Giles & Frankie | Week 28
Francois left soon enough, making a small detour to his chambers to pick up the necessary equipment but then he was off again, a light skip in his step as he made his way down towards the courtyard. It had been quite some time since he’d seen Giles, that little boy with shining eyes and hair of spun gold, thighs he’d just wanted to bury his teeth into—that was the problem with children, Frankie...
sir-giles:
No, not this year. I seem to have arrived late and I’d like to work on my training. I’m still as easily distracted as I was ten years ago.
In that case, I’ll take you on now. In the courtyard.
sir-giles:
Well, we will see, won’t we? I think you’ll be surprised by my level of skill.
We most certainly shall see, mon petit chevalier, we shall see. I would hate to tire you out before any competition but, wait, are you competing this year?
sir-giles:
I was worried after you left. Then again, I did think the world as a horribly scary place and I didn’t want any harm to befall you. That doesn’t mean I can’t do it! Do you not think I can? I thought you of all people would believe in me.
I believe in you, Giles, I do, but I still don’t think you could beat me. Not even your god could grant you powers enough to...
sir-giles:
You wouldn’t have as much to tell me if you ever wrote. I suppose that doesn’t matter now that you’re here and now you’ll know exactly where to find me. Of course I will be. I may be the youngest, but that doesn’t make me one of the weakest or the lousiest, my friend. It won’t be long ‘till I show the others my worth.
When one is traveling the length of France, England and...
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sir-giles:
I would like to see you try! Like you said, I’m not so awkward anymore. Ahem, but thank you. You, ah, look the same. My mother is well. She and father should be moving to London in a few short months. Have you not spoken to them since the last time you were in Humber?
That’s nice. It has been a while since I’ve seen you all, I hope you’ve not missed me too...
sir-giles:
That doesn’t mean anything- I was just a boy then. I could easily beat you now if I wanted to.
Oh, puh-lease, boy! I would have you on your back in seconds. We shall see, I will come to your training once the Tourney is over. You’ve become really rather handsome, nothing like the long-legged, awkward boy you were. How’s your mother?
Poor Queenie. | Emma & Francois | Week 27
queen-emma-the-auspicious:
The Queen couldn’t help but notice the special smugness of the French man as he entered her chambers, since the day she had met him there had always been a cocky set to his shoulders- as if he knew a secret that could buy him the world. It both frustrated and amused Emma, as she liked to think that she was the only one that should be allowed such cocky liberties, but it...
Poor Queenie. | Emma & Francois | Week 27
queen-emma-the-auspicious:
Cacophonous noises clanged throughout the castle as preparations for the upcoming tourney were being made, the sound soothing the pregnant and therefore ornery Queen, as preparing for festivities was common ground for her royal Highness, and searching for witches and wizards- any sign of witch craft truly, was not. The Queen also has much preparing to do, out side of...
The Three Broomsticks isn't all that genius.
badassestgoblinslayer:
Oh no, I only go to the experts. The lot who treat the dragons that get injured in the sewer races? Lot of money goes to making sure the right dragon is fit, if you know what I mean. Not a betting man myself, but London has a market for anything you could fancy.
Yeah the dragon doctors are a greasy lot, and I wouldn’t trust them with a basic hair care potion but they do...
The Three Broomsticks isn't all that genius.
badassestgoblinslayer:
That makes sense. And here I was thinking you had a bad rash that needed treatment. That’s pretty much the only reason I get to the city these days. That, and they make a nice cup of tea.
Make sure you let me know when you ‘av a rash again and per’aps I can ‘elp you better, or maybe I will just stay away from you.
As for a cup of tea, well, I...
The Three Broomsticks isn't all that genius.
badassestgoblinslayer:
What? Aren’t there plenty of children running in the streets for you to have a snack like the rest of us? ~sighs~ Those buggers are fast, aren’t they?
Non, I don’ usually go for children, they’re too breakable, boring, really. I prefer the fight of a man, plus,p eople tend to notice when children go missing in this village, why else do you think I go to...
The Three Broomsticks isn't all that genius.
badassestgoblinslayer:
I mean, they’ve never got my drink. How hard is it to find a spiced apple wine?
They never get mine, either, you know.
It’s a horrible pain.
idelle-the-hag:
Idelle frowned, knowing that he would in fact find her, there was no way she could hide in this house, even if he didn’t have his senses heightened for killing.
“The fact I’m trying should say something,” She called back to him, in a slightly playful manner, knowing that he would not listen to her wishes, as he never had before.
Despite the fact she knew he would find her, she...
idelle-the-hag:
Idelle frowned, knowing that he would in fact find her, there was no way she could hide in this house, even if he didn’t have his senses heightened for killing.
“The fact I’m trying should say something,” She called back to him, in a slightly playful manner, knowing that he would not listen to her wishes, as he never had before.
Despite the fact she knew he would find her, she...
idelle-the-hag:
Idelle looked up from the letter she was writing, shocked. Of course he had really come for her, she shouldn’t have expected less, coming from him. Standing slowly and quietly Idelle crept through the piles of junk in her house, hiding from him.
“You are a crazy man, Francois.” Of course he was french. ”Go back to your city!” She called in a stage whisper voice, still hiding...
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‘Guess ‘ho’s come to get you~’
Frankie said, his voice more a cooing of the sing-song usually associated with parents chasing their children around in tedious—yet surprisingly fun—little games,
‘Come out, come out, wherever you are, mon petit papillon, else I shall find you.’
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Letters to Idelle - 001.
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So this is Hogsmeade is it? Well it certainly...
ponderouspirate:
I have travelled the world and have been to France several times yes although I’ve never stayed for longer than a few days. And have never seen past the disgusting docks and the sea men who gather there.
Clearly you ‘ave never been to Bordeaux.
And where is it you are from? Somewhere ‘ere, I assume, Scotland, maybe, so many with your ‘air colour there....
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ponderouspirate:
Oh HA, a terrible excuse but since it made me laugh I’ll let it slide.
No excuse, ma cherie, ‘ave you ever been to France? I am mild in their eyes.
So this is Hogsmeade is it? Well it certainly...
ponderouspirate:
Or you’re just a very sarcastic man.
Or I could be French.
So this is Hogsmeade is it? Well it certainly...
ponderouspirate:
If this is spain then I’m a three-eyed mermaid.
Then you’re either a three-eyed mermaid, or asking silly questions.
So this is Hogsmeade is it? Well it certainly...
ponderouspirate:
No, this is Spain.
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valdis-belongs-to-loki-deactiva asked: "You look familiar?" She cocked her head. "You look like an old friend of mine.. Remind me, what is your name?"
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So this is Hogsmeade, is it?
badassestgoblinslayer:
No.
the-lady-sanguina:
I get bored easily. I find men insufferable most of the time. I prefer stringing along a brood of suitors and enjoying the affections of them all rather than selecting one. Why should I have to settle?
Because those are the times, little one.
Just go with the flow, you know ‘ow the time flies for us, so you just ‘ave to wait, wait a little while and soon...
the-lady-sanguina:
That wouldbe your opinion, naturally. Well, Frankie, I would not make a very good wife, and I have no intention of trying.
And please, do tell me ‘ow you came to that conclusion? I am sure you would be a .. tolerable wife.
the-lady-sanguina:
The Queen sure is a little darling, isn’t she? Pretty thing.
You’re missing the point. I don’t want to marry at all.
Your loss, Milly, your loss. I’d make a fantastic ‘usband.
the-lady-sanguina:
Good boy.
I am running from my parents. They seek to marry me off.
Your turn.
Ah, you poor, little darling. I am ‘ere mainly for the entertainment, as well as making friends with our darling Queen.
Why don’t you marry me? Then they can’t give you to anybody.
the-lady-sanguina:
Of course you do- you’re dying to know how we ended up in the same place after all these years. Don’t kid yourself, Frankie. We’re a nosy pair, you and I.
Very well, you got me, I am all ears, mon petit. Tell me, why are you ‘ere?
the-lady-sanguina:
And you have always been too clever for your own good.
My intentions are innocent. I am merely curious. I assume you know why I’m here.
I don’t care much for your reasons of being ‘ere. For the easy food, per’aps?
the-lady-sanguina:
Yes, it is- until you earn a better one.
Tell me. What are you doing in London?
Mm. You ‘ave always been kind.
And why should I tell you? You ‘ave to earn this information.
the-lady-sanguina:
Nice fangs you got there, Frankie.
Is that the best compliment you can give, Milly?
Regardez, regardez!*
little-bo-flourie:
The Frenchwoman could not help but smile at his ribbing (metaphorically and literally) and she gave him a small shove with the palm of her hand. “I will knot play to your vanity Francois! Alive for all eternity means you ‘ave time to grow a large ego.”
‘Time to grow?’
He asked, snickering a little bit,
‘I thought I’d gotten there already.’
Regardez, regardez!*
little-bo-flourie:
Flourie waited, body slightly tense as her friend worked over the meaning of her words. At his laughter she looked to him and caught sight of the pointed canines that sat in his mouth. She stared for a moment, wondering for a moment exactly how drinking blood worked. But her curiousity was sated with the edge of fear that crept into her veins. Not for her - but for the children....
Regardez, regardez!*
little-bo-flourie:
Now that the seed of curiousity was in her head, Flourie found it had taken stubborn root and would not go away. Biting down on her lip she waited until Marie was within reach before drawing the babe into her embrace. Cheering, she took her niece’s hands and clapped them together in celebration. Standing just long enough to deposit the babe on the other side of the room she came...
Regardez, regardez!*
little-bo-flourie:
Flourie had been about ready to defend Lyle, telling her fellow countrymen that the Scotsman did not crawl about on his hands and knees. She bit her lip, silencing herself as she realized that was not entirely true. He had, on more than one occasion, bent to fix something or gave one of the children a ride on his back.
“As far as I know zhe are fine. But zhey are ‘aving a...
Regardez, regardez!*
little-bo-flourie:
“Lyle. Zhe hermit man zhat lives in zhe shack?” Flourie scoot back farther away from Marie and watched as the babe’s face screwed up. Whether it was in concentration or the start of tears she could not guess. At Francois’ offer of help, the squib could not help a little laugh. “Oui, I suppose you are. But I need help wizh zhe deerty jobs. Et I can not see you, my dear marquis,...
