days in the sun

adam lebeau | twenty | english lit major Days in the sun When my life has barely began Not until my whole life is done Will I ever leave you

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apureparagxn‌:

Nic followed the other frenchman without prompting, and listened attentively. He nodded at the explanation of the rooms, and had just ducked his head in one of the rooms to check out the lighting when he heard Adam’s demand about his room. It irked him that the other was being so standoffish so quickly, and he took a moment to compose himself before turning back to him, a smile fixed on his face.  “I can understand that. Privacy is an important boundary to have. That being said, I’m not sure what I’ve done to start this whole thing off on the wrong foot, so let me explain something. I’m not the best man in the world by any means. But I do consider myself kind, and respectful. I will not be here for very long if that’s what’s bothering you, a new roommate and all. I understand setting boundaries, but I have no intentions to make this living arrangement anything less than pleasant. So whatever I have done to irk you already, I apologize. I hope we can move forward into the future with a mutual respect for each other?” Nic gave a smile, a small one as he pushed into the other free bedroom and sat his suitcase down. This one had ample light, and was probably the best he could do until he found a suitable home uptown. 

Truth be told, it was nothing personal towards the other when Adam demanded that his room was off-limits.  The man had dealt with the nosiness of others in having staff at home for his entire life. This stranger before him was just that, a stranger. Adam felt he had no choice but to put his foot down quickly before the other started taking liberties in how comfortable he was in interacting with the other. There were few people’s company that Adam actually enjoyed, and he wasn’t looking to make the list any longer. 

His head tilted to the side as Nic turned to him with a smile. Listening as the other spoke, Adam’s arms crossed over his chest. “Irrité?” With a soft shake of his head, his lips curled up into a smirk. “Au contraire, mon ami.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It is not you, it’s me. Is that how the phrasing goes? It’s a general disliking of people in general, not anything against you personally.” He said nothing about moving forward with a mutual respect. He didn’t know this man. For all he knew, Nic was a terrible person. Respect was something that had to be earned in Adam’s eyes. Belle had done it. Mrs. Potts had to a certain extent. 

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apureparagxn‌:

Nic could sense the strain in Adam’s smile, and gently lowered his offered hand back to his side when it wasn’t taken. There was something about this man that seemed like he’d been hurt far too much and too recently for him to hope for much of a friendship any time soon. With a still warm smile, he pushed his hands into his pockets, and quirked a brow at Adam’s response.  “Indeed, sometimes it is nice to be reminded. Other times not so much I’m sure.” He shrugged his shoulders once before taking up his suitcase once again. “So which room should I move my things into?” He asked, looking around.  “And I suppose I should ask about any other roommates that live here so I’m prepared to meet them as well.”

In all actuality, Adam hadn’t had a friend apart from Belle since he was a child. His name had been Charles; he’d been the son of the head housekeeper in the LeBeau estate. Adam’s temper had pushed everyone away, including the boy he’d grown up with. After Belle left for the summer and decided to remain silence, the man felt a fool to have let someone in to begin with. It was much better to keep people at a distance. 

Adam let out a half laugh. Wasn’t that the truth. It was thoughts of his mother that left him with fond memories of his home...but when he thought of his father, Adam had a tendency to withdraw further into himself. “There are two empty rooms, so you can pick.” Without waiting for the other, he took off deeper into the house to show Dominic where he could put his things. He pointed out two rooms with their doors sitting open. “These are free. That one--” he pointed at another room--”is Scout’s. The other is mine.”

The door to Adam’s room was closed, as it always was. It was his one place of sanctuary, though lately it’d felt almost like a prison cell. “My room is strictly off-limits. If you need something, knock. If I don’t answer, I do not wish to be disturbed.”

[adamxlebeau]

morethan-beauty‌:

She nodded slowly at his question. “Yes.” She murmured softly, her heart beating in anticipation. She’d pray that he was getting along fine. She was also a little selfish in hoping that he hadn’t grown to hate her too. His answer only assured her just a moment. Isabelle wished for nothing more than to reach out and grasp his hand in hers. But it was all too late for that. “I-Uh.” She cleared her throat. “Busy. My father grew ill over the summer. So my days have been mostly taking care of him.”

After years, he’d found a friend in Isabelle. Somebody that he could trust, someone that taught him to laugh again. To feel anything other than hopelessness or anger. Then he’d lost that. He’d lost her. “Isabelle...Je suis désolé.” Without hesitation, Adam sat down across from her. There was a small flicker of hope within him, even if only briefly. She’d been busy. That was it wasn’t it? Why she didn’t write? “I...uh, do you wanna talk?”

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Nic had been worried for a moment that no one would be home, and he’d be forced to open doors until he found an empty room. Then he heard some shuffling, and a voice calling out to him in his mother tongue. He was surprised when a handsome man appeared in the doorway of the foyer. “Bonjour!” Nic said, extremely happy that there was someone else, other than him and Isabelle that spoke French. While English was not hard for him, it was still a comfort to be able to speak in his own language from time to time. “Je m'appelle Dominic Gaston et je suis votre nouveau camarade de chambre pour les prochains mois, alors que je cherche une place pour mon fiancé et moi-même.”  Nic smiled, letting it widen over his teeth before sticking his hand out to shake, “C'est un plaisir de rencontrer quelqu'un d'autre qui parle français ici!”

Adam could hear the happiness in Gaston’s voice and in an attempt at friendliness, he gave a weak smile. He succeeded in the motion, though there was hardly any feeling in it. How odd to have another Frenchman in the house. Trying to detect where the other’s accent placed the other, his head tilted to the side. 

Speaking in his native tongue reminded him of Isabelle. Of their heads being bent close together as they studied over a textbook. “Adam LeBeau,” he responded in English. The man wasn’t quite sure why this stranger was sharing so many details. People moved in and out of the dorm houses with varying lengths of stay. Adam had once had a roommate for a day. 

He rubbed the back of his head, eyebrows lifting slightly. “Uh, yeah. Il est toujours agréable de se souvenir de la maison, non?”

[adamxlebeau]

arieljepsen‌:

Ariel couldn’t help it but she laughed at his comment. “Yes I know what finals are, we are at school I do go here.” She teased lightheartedly. “I’m sorry they’re being such a pain for you.” She said sympathetically offering a smile. 

His eyebrows furrowed together slightly at her laughter. What had he said that was so funny? “You just seemed confused. Thought I’d offer an explanation.” Adam lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “It happens. If finals aren’t hard, your classes aren’t challenging you enough.”

[odairannies]

no matter where you are, or what you’re doing, or who you’re with,                                                             i will always, honestly, truly, completely, love you.

[morethan-beauty-blog]

@adamxlebeau

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Nic took a deep breath, and unlocked the door to the temporary home for the next few months while he and Belle looked for a place together off campus. His father hadn’t been too happy when he told him that he would be staying in the dorms, but it had allowed him to be closer with Belle, and to have the college experience before heading off to live the rest of his life.  Pushing the door closed behind him, wheeling his suitcase in, he called out to the house, trepidation hedging in on his good mood being with Isabelle had given him. He didn’t always get along quickly with other men, and he hoped, however brief his time, that it would be tolerable at the least. “Hello? I was told by the office that this was my assigned board for the time being.” He called, stopping just inside the foyer so that he wasn’t encroaching without being invited.

[adamxlebeau]

Adam was sprawled on the worn down sofa, an open book laying across his chest though his gaze was fixed solely on the ceiling. One hand toyed with the edges of the pages, tempting fate to give him a paper cut; the other was resting under his head. He didn’t look up at the sound of the front door opening. 

His thoughts were reeling. Things weren’t as they were supposed to be. Writing those letters was supposed to strengthen their bond, not scare Isabelle away. He didn’t look up at the sound of the front door closing.

Hearing the wheels of a suitcase across the floor did draw his attention, but it was the voice that made Adam sit upright. The sentence held an accent all too familiar to the blonde, one of home. Another Frenchman was in the house. “Bonjour?” He made his way off of the couch, heading towards the foyer. Adam stopped in the doorway.

[adamxlebeau]

morethan-beauty‌:

It was obvious that Belle couldn’t hide from Adam forever. But god, had she tried. It would hurt too much to see him, to act like nothing happened over the summer. That her heart wasn’t practically fluttering at the thought of him constantly. All those letters she read over and over and kept tied together in a stack in the drawer of her nightstand. She played scenarios in her head of what she would say to him if they had the chance to talk again, and none of what she would plan out ever sounded right. When she heard his voice, the brunette practically froze. Her heart almost stopped beating. “Adam.” She spoke almost in a whisper. What was she supposed to say? He probably thought awful of her now. If she was in his shoes, she’d feel the same. “How are you?” She blurted out, immediately cursing at herself in her head. Mon dieu, Isabelle. How stupid can you be?

His heart hammered in his chest. There were so many questions floating around in his head. What had happened? Had she never received his letters? The tone in her voice indicated that perhaps she had. Had he said something too forward? Adam stood in a stunned silence, trying to think over what he’d written in those letters that would have driven her away. “How am I?” He repeated slowly. How was he? Heartbroken. Alone. Hopeless. “Bien. And you?”

[adamxlebeau]

sandradee-lostina-nightmare‌:

“Oh…” Sandra wanted to say she was sorry but thought better of it. He seemed to hold so much sadness. It came off him in waves although she couldn’t be sure if it was just that. “Thank you for sharing that with me, even though you didn’t have to.” It made her think of a new clothing series she could make off reflective surfaces.

He braced himself, waiting for the I’m sorry to leave her lips. Adam had heard that phrase a lot over the years. It had started out as a phrase to express their condolences for the loss of his mother and transformed into something told to him when he was in a rage. When it didn’t come, he felt the tension in his shoulders relax. “You seemed like you were about to cry, non?”

[morethan-beauty-blog]

“I’m not usually one for complaining about school work but I feel like they’re cramming an awful lot in before the winter break.”

[adamxlebeau]

Adam paused, unsure if Belle had been talking to him or simply talking aloud. It was the first he’d seen her nearly all semester. The man had caught glimpses of her, disappearing around a corner or rushing down the hall. This was the first time that he’d stood face to face with the brunette since they’d said goodbye at the end of last semester. Before his letters were never answered. “It’s...uh, they do cram in a lot.”

[adamxlebeau]

sandradee-lostina-nightmare‌:

Sandra was never good at this, trying to speak to people she didn’t know. Honestly it was why she spent so much time alone. Having the sheltered life she did keep her from easily putting thing behind her. She felt her hands start to shake rubbing her eyes to keep from tears rolling down her face. Only to pause when he did tell her a story, something pretty personal if she was being honest. She bit her lip, “That is pretty cool. To have an object like that, even if it’s just a reflection now, you still have good memories from it.” She said gingerly, hoping it wouldn’t make him mad again.

“I don’t have it anymore.” That wasn’t entirely true. He had the pieces of it, broken up in his dresser drawer. One day he’d been looking into it and the emptiness he’d felt inside had triggered a moment of explosive rage. He’d thrown it, only realizing what he had done as it had smashed against the wall. The pieces of glass were sitting on top of the frame. 

[adamxlebeau]

arieljepsen‌:

Shaking her head and taking a step back she observed the man standing in front of her. Ariel’s brow furrowed, looking up at him he seemed distracted yes but also.. sad. “Are uhm, are you okay?” She asked softly with a small reassuring smile. She didn’t want to upset him but she wouldn’t feel right just walking away if he was having a bad day and she ran into him on top of it. 

He shuffled the books in his arms, casting a glance down at her. “Yeah. Just finals.” It was more than that; it always was. Still, it wasn’t something he’d talk about with a stranger. “You know, those end of the year tests that plague students.”

[5000letters]

It was like walking into the sun, being with you, it was like walking into the sun for the first time after a terribly long winter.

Azra.T., “You are the warmest place I’ve ever lived in”  (via lehanewrites)

[adamxlebeau]

sandradee-lostina-nightmare‌:

Sandra tugged her long sleeves all the way down covering her hands, before using then to cover her mouth. Of course she had pissed someone off, she was good at that. It happened more then she’d like, “I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean to bother y-you.” She stuttered out, making sure to hold back the sudden rush of tears.

“Mon Dieu...” he muttered. Adam could tell by her demeanor that she was upset. Rude as he was to people, he never wanted them to cry; he just wanted to be left alone to...well he didn’t know what anymore. Grieve, perhaps? Only it wasn’t just the loss of his mother but the loss of the man he could have become. He had turned hateful, something he no longer knew how to fix. “Maman had a mirror when I was little. She swore it was enchanted. When she looked into it, she said she could see the future.” He didn’t tell Sally the future that his mother had relayed to him. “When I looked into it, I used to be able to see it, too.” It had been easy for the boy to see himself grown, and happy, surrounded by love. “Now I know it’s just a reflection.” Cold, angry. 

[adamxlebeau]

sandradee-lostina-nightmare‌:

“When I was a young, I used to think that stars turned into white birds in the morning light and slept with their heads under their wings until nighttime came again.” She smiled more or less wondering where the thought had even come from, as her fingers drew out more feathers on a dress. “Took me too long to figure out that wasn’t true.” Closing the notebook she smiled, “What was something odd that you thought was true as a kid?”

He didn’t hesitate in his answer. “That people would realize I didn’t want to engage in conversation and they’d leave me alone. Silly, non?” Adam hadn’t always been so anti-social. He’d been quite an amiable little boy before his mother passed. It was once his father got his hands on him that he’d turned angry. Angry and lonely.

[arieljepsen-blog]

Ariel stepped outside of the school building, at last some fresh air. She had been in need of clearing her head and not feeling stuffy and cramped in that hallway. She hadn’t been paying attention and she bumped right into someone. “Oh hey I’m sorry.” She smiled brightly at the other. “I wasn’t paying attention totally my fault.” 

[adamxlebeau]

Head in the clouds, Adam didn’t pay much attention as he stalked around the corner. He’d read a poem that day that had sparked the loneliness in his soul. He felt it as one felt the icy reaches of winter to the very bone. He was pulled from his thoughts as a petite redhead ran into him, or they ran into each other. Though he was just as much to blame in the incident, Adam only spoke one word. “Yeah.”

[havecouragecarissa-blog]

“Oh uhm.. I- did you are you here to see- can I help you?” She asked opening the door rubbing her eyes. Who would be there to see her? Her eyes were reddened having dealt with her stepmother in conversation the night prior. There was still her work to finish before she got to work on her cloths. “I was just finishing some work.”

[adamxlebeau]

Adam held up the books in his hands. “You needed these, non?” His eyes held a questioning glint and the man did his best to offer a smile. It might have come off as a slight grimace, though he wasn’t sure.