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[leplusbeau]

She felt embarrassed about the entire thing. She had cried. Just sat down and cried in the middle of a crowded bar over a man. Only silly little American girls did that when they discovered their playboy boyfriends being, of all things, a playboy. She should know; she had been the play thing on more than one occasion.

Things would be fine. They always were.

But, she did not understand. Things had been fine. She had been happy. Then, he had walked out then walked out without a word and why had he walked out, what had happened in one day that had made him walk out and why was Ophelia quiet still, she did not know what to do--

Things would be fine. They would. It just took some work. It did sometimes, but things would be fine.

Fleur took a long drag from her cigarette and looked out over the forest surrounding the bar. She was perched on the edge, bare feet dangling in the air.

It still felt odd being around all this nature, even if it was all magical and not exactly a true forest. At least Ophelia understood why she could never sleep out in the open air. It was too quiet, and she needed a mattress or her back would ache horribly--

She really was not meant to think. Even when she tried to write morse poetry about her pain like her father had taught her, she was distracted by some other flighty thought.

Maybe a fly would help make it all better. She never flew much about Paris. It was more fun to walk the street and see what sort of street artist or starving poet she would bring home to--

Sighing, Fleur took another long drag of her cigarette.


[Never again will she have angst. I fail with the writing of it. Let us pretend this is emotional.]

Comments

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: *loves Raph-mun* Hm...yes, she's staying with Raph for a few days. He be helpful by not stabbing her in the head for being herself. And she can be all honestly accidentally tempting by being her french self. You know, wandering around mostly naked, randomly removing clothes, talking about sex, etc. Can we pretend they talked and Raph knows Fleur's side of things? "I said he did not understand how Ophelia could come back on her own et then he left et then he left et whyyyyyy?" Oh, this is long. I pity you. *adds hugs to lessen the plot blow*]

[mnt_raph]

[ooc: *laughs* They make the best Odd Couple ever! The Sexy Veela and the Repressed Ex-Turtle. Bah, I appreciate the plot help, actually, so no pity is required. Been thinking that the best way to corrupt Raph is to slowly get him used to the idea. Figure there could be one night where he's sleeping on the floor, and she comes and snuggles next to him. Little things like that. If you wanna RP the "talk" lemme know.]

[leplusbeau]

[Nah, we don't need to RP the talk, I don't think. She would just say the same thing above repeatedly because she's confused about the entire. Poor thing, doesn't know how to deal with someone choosing to leave her, especially someone she cared about. *pets Fleur* The whole idea with a slow corrupt sounds great! She won't even mean to do it either. She'll just be herself ("que? I waz saying thank you! Why am I too good for the floor?"). Also, I am boooooooored. I do not want to go out and play tonight. I want to curl up with a book and the laptop. Wah. More people should do this. *pokes Milliways*]

[mnt_raph]

[ooc: I've just passed on going out tonight, in favor of staying in with a DVD and my computer. Come and play. You know you want to!]

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: *gives in easily* You are holding a gun to my head. I have no choice. I must do as you say. *snatches up Good Omens for the slow moments* Hm, how should we do this? Want me to make a post or should you? *pokes and plots*]

[mnt_raph]

[ooc: *laughs* Well, right now I'm making a pre-milliways post, where Raph is waxing philosophical about waking up with Fleur curled against him. I'm trying to make it linear, but the vestiges of my hangover aren't helping me one freakin' bit. Out of curiosity, does Fleur tell Raph that Bernard accused her of having a relationship with him? Or just the Ophelia stuff?]

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: Oh, poor dear. *passes the pedialife* Wow. Go you and your ploting. No, she won't have said anything about a relionship or what Bernard might have been implying. She didn't connect the dots from that part of the conversation. She might have said Bernard was acting jealous but would have glossed over it because she doesn't understand why he could ever think that.]

[mnt_raph]

[ooc: For the record, the question "Tequila?" should always have the resounding answer "NO!". Trust me on this. Okay, cool, that helps. Um...sadly I'm being called out for ice cream, and I cannot fight the siren song, so I'll be back at some point. But, soon there will be posts. Oh yes. Soon.]

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: It's all groovy. The book is winning my attention right now. *happily geeks and curls up with book*]

[mnt_raph]

[ooc: a happy geek is a less dangerous geek]

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: I really should not play. I should continue with my book and badger the roommates about their "testosterone" night. I really should. But...*pokes*]

[mnt_raph]

[ooc: You should, but *poke*]

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: Yes, play with the crack please. My post in or yours dear?]

[mnt_raph]

[ooc: I guess that depends on what post you're talkin' about. Raph just entered the bar and got a burger, if that helps]

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: nevermind *beats the book for distracting from the crack*]