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leplusbeau) wrote2004-07-22 05:45 pm
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Fleur hums quietly to herself as she cards her fingers through Bernard's hair. The big lanky man burrows closer to her chest and promptly drools.
Fleur snorts. "Mon Dieu." She is pining for a cigarette, her back is cramped, and she has no want to move. This is not how things are done.
She likes that this lanky criminal drooling on her breast. She likes that she can feel Ophelia's contentment in the back of her mind because of her present.
"I have gone insane," she whispers roughly as she wraps her arms around Bernard's shoulders.