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I am considering bringing an end to this account. I don't use it nearly often enough, and with how busy I am with school, I don't think I'll be able to bring it back to life. I might think about it a while longer, but I've pretty much made up my mind. I do, however, plan to continue playing this character, and if you miss him quite dearly, you can come to me on capitalr, and I'll write him for you there.
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#all i see is guelemer...
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She has become very lost in a very short period of time, and though she knows she cannot be all too far from home, she sees nothing familiar. What she does see is a very large man, and it takes her several moments before she approaches him. More than anything, she worries that her voice will not reach him. "Monsieur!" she calls, as loud as her lungs will allow. - wildbutcourageous
Guelemer was surprised by the sound. After all, he was not used to people screaming to get his attention— especially not on the streets. He glanced down and blinked at the girl who’d called for him. He was not going to complain about her methods— she was beautiful, wasn’t she? He smiled a bit and bent his knees some so that he was closer to her level. "—Yes?”
She realizes as soon as he offers that she can’t tell him where she lives. Her father would be cross with her for days, she felt sure. She takes a moment, trying to think of a way to get home without telling him exactly where home is.
"The-the little shop! It’s a shop, it’s on… I haven’t any idea, but a very small old gentleman owns it and he keeps sweets for his customers. He always sneaks me an extra. He sells bread, mostly.”
She could only hope this was a good enough description.
Guelemer blinks, staring at her for a moment before running his fingers through his hair. He knew Paris like the back of his hand-- all of the Patron-Minette did-- but that was such a vague description...
"Ah! Wait-- I think I know the shop," he replied, a little grin on his lips as he placed the old man in his mind. He'd once given him candy, and Guelemer remembered being surprised. Candy was usually reserved for children, not for monstrous-looking men.
"Come, I'll take you there."
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Pros:
Rumor has it you’re rather… large.
That body though
Cons:
You’re so stupid
Literally though, so stupid that I think consent might be an issue
I don’t want anyone to find out that I stooped so low as to sleep with you
There’s a very good possibility I’d get crushed
An Ode to Hercules @agreatidleforce
Jehan giggles softly against the other’s lips as he can feel the man effortlessly carry him whilst walking, as if he weighed nothing more than a feather. He whined when the kiss was broken off but stopped shortly, lips pulling into a grin when the man exposed his skin “Mm you are beautiful" he purred, eagerly running small hands over the defined muscles.
Guelemer couldn't help but grin, arching his chest into the touches. He reached out, large hands hooking under Jehan's shirt and pulling it off over his head. He looks him over, thinks how he's even smaller than he thought he was, and leans forward to press a kiss against the side of his neck. "Thanks," he replied, breath falling hot against the skin.
"You're huge, holy shit." ~ unloupsauvage
Guelemer glanced down at the gamin and managed a little grin, shrugging his shoulder. "—I get that a lot.”
Hyacinthe laughed and shrugged. ‘I don’t know either, but I chose it, so it should suit me, shouldn’t it?’ He had no idea how his name was spelled either, being unable to read or write, but he had named himself after a man who he’d been close to, and he knew that his name was carved into stone in a place that he could visit.
Guelemer grinned a little. "You named yourself too, huh?" he asked, sticking his hands into his pockets. As part of the Patron-Minette, it was sort of... mandatory to have an alias. You couldn't go around committing crimes, calling yourself by your real name. He didn't know the real names of the other people in the Patron-Minette, but he was certain that some of them had figured out his. He knew as well as anyone else that Claquesous and Montparnasse had eyes all over the city, and that they could find out any information about any person they wanted to. They were, perhaps, more skilled than some of the detectives in the area. They had no limitations-- law enforcement did.
To Cosette, Guelemer is an interesting creature that she finds quite intriguing to observe. He is terribly intimidating with his size, but seems rather gentle. However, she feels as though she may have to wave her arms quite high to get his attention, and even then, she has little conversation to offer other than silly anecdotes about flowers and the pinching of her shoes--in this case, it seems actions speak much louder than words.
What does my Muse mean to yours?
An Ode to Hercules @agreatidleforce
Jehan was giddy, so pleased to be getting exactly what he had set out for. “Mm I think this may be my favorite method of transportation!” he laughed, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, pressing kisses along his jaw. When they reached the apartment, Jehan looked around with great interest before turning back to Guelemer. He leaned up to press a kiss to that grin
Guelemer grinned at the kisses left against his jaw, and he carried Jehan easily. Once inside, Jehan kissed his lips, and Guelemer slowly allowed his eyes to slip shut as he returned it, arms still easily keeping the poet suspended off the ground. He opened an eye and started to walk towards the bed room, not yet breaking the kiss. Guelemer lays Jehan down on the bed and finally breaks the kiss to do so, tugging his shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
"You're huge, holy shit." ~ unloupsauvage
Guelemer glanced down at the gamin and managed a little grin, shrugging his shoulder. "—I get that a lot.”
"Guelemer," Hyacinthe repeated in a somewhat amused tone of voice. "That suits you. I’m Hyacinthe." He stepped back and put his hands on his hips, looking up at and studying the man. He might be huge, but he was quite attractive.
Guelemer watched him for a moment, wondering how in the hell one might spell his name. The different combinations that ran through his mind all looked completely wrong, and while that might have had something to do with the dyslexia, he was mostly positive that it had something to do with the fact that his name was just weird. "--Hyacinthe. I don't know how to tell if that suits someone."
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