metal&dust

✖ Beau Rosseau ✖  Thirty-seven  ✖  Lawyer

[beau--rousseau]

minhwantae‌:

“Okay, if I’m in Troubadour, then I’m close to home. That’s awesome.” Tae scratched at the back of his neck. Was it worth it to walk all the way over to Marseille to replace his backpack at this time of the day? He still had a shift tonight to think about. “Duval Promenade, okay. Having a name helps. Which way is Marseille, again? How far is it from here?” he asked, not thinking about how rude he was being by blurting out his questions.

Beau chuckled, “It’s not far. Though, on foot, it’s pretty far. Maybe, a thirty-minute walk. Just head west along the main and you’ll be there. If you want, I can offer you a ride there.”

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jackleighton‌:

He was considering telling Beau exactly what happened, but before he could make up his mind on whether or not he wanted to dish to the man Beau said something that had caught Jack off-guard. Jack was perplexed by that admission.  “Why would you go and think a thing like that? And bet on it no less? Who’s even winning?” Jack was too busy wondering why the man who’d become his best friend would think his best female friend and he would get together that he didn’t even think to tease Beau about his coming home from Piper’s rather than spending the night. Nor could he be bothered to focus on the shopping they were supposed to be doing.

“You’re kidding, right?” Beau stared blankly over at Jack. “How clueless are you. She’s your best firend, you two live in the same house and you don’t even see it.” He shook his head, clasping a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

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charlie-blanc‌:

“Ain’t that the truth,” Charlie said, shaking his head as if it were a shame. Truly, repetitiveness was the enemy of all. “I”m offended you think I wouldn’t tell you if I had done something I shouldn’t. I’ve been behaving… and listening. But behaving, mostly,” he grinned.

Beau gave a long sigh, leaning against a pool table. Sipping at the whiskey in hand as he peered over at his childhood friend. The man chuckled, reaching over and ruffling the blonde’s hair. “Listening, and what exactly have we been listening to?”

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piperanandbasu‌:

Piper gave Beau a genuine smile as he played as if she had actually hurt him. She placed her free hand over his and gave it a squeeze. Before making an attempt to step away from him so she could finally put down the book she’d been holding. The brunette hadn’t gotten any farther than that though when she felt his hand grabbing ahold of hers. Piper turned back to look at his fingers dance across her own before turning her gaze towards his face. She could tell he meant it when he said it would be only them. “I’d like that,” she admitted. Point De Repère had a beautiful patio with plenty of plants that made you feel as if you were eating in the midst of something mystical.

“I knew you would,” the blonde cooed. “I’ll allow you to finish putting away your books,” Beau brought her hand up this hips lips and kissed those delicate fingers gently. His scruff lightly scratching at her skin before he released Piper’s hand. “Wait for you up front.”

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minhwantae‌:

Tae grinned at him, thankful for his help. “I know where I’m at, roughly. I just don’t know how to get where I want to go. I was trying to find that outdoor mall place? But I got turned around about half way there and ended up well… here.” He shrugged, not knowing what else to tell the man. It was the truth, after all.

“Duval Promenade,” He mused. “Yes, you’re not far but did take quite the turn. “That’s over in Marseille and you’re in Troubadour.”

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charlie-blanc‌:

“Quite honestly one of the more favorable things about you,” Charlie said, chuckling. He topped off his own glass with the bottle Beau had put down. “Anything interesting lately?” he asked, though he doubted it.

“Same ‘ole shit, new day. You know how it goes.” Beau chuckled. “Been staying out of trouble?” He asked his friend.

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piperanandbasu‌:

“If I had a heart it would melt right now,” she retorted. Though she feigned aloof, she really did like having Beau say that to her. Considering their relationship had started with them fighting it was still hard for her to accept how damn sweet he could be. Plus when you added the fact that she wasn’t sweet, more vinegar than anything, it was hard not to bitter up his sweetness. Sometimes it amazed her that he still put up with her.

She chuckled when he said how else was he supposed to get her attention. “Well there’s this novel idea of whispering or talking low. Something I’ve heard you do a time or two so I know you are perfectly capable.” She didn’t mention the fact that he was doing it now. Piper was a master at the voice which is why she could be very expressive when she spoke without disturbing those in the library.“Oh please. I could throw a book across the library and no one would notice until its thud upon landing.”

Piper considered his question for a moment before stating, “That depends on what you mean by lunch.” The last few times they went to grab lunch it was invaded by either Jack or Charlie or it turned into a “lunch” involving things that were on no menu in town. Piper wanted neither of those at the moment since she actual was hungry and she’d much rather monopolize Beau’s time.

“Ouch,” he played defeated, pressing a hand over his chest. Beau never imagined he’d be standing where he was today. Their friendship started off rocky when all he wanted to be sweet on Piper, she always had a smart comeback. It all shifted that night he was her date to her sisters' wedding. He needed it though, someone to put him in his place.

The blonde just gave a shrug, fingers smoothing back through his long hair. He had been meaning to get it cut but just hadn’t, and the beard was a completely different story.  Beau huffed, shaking his head before leaning forward. “I promise Jack, nor Charlie will interrupt our lunch. If they do I’ll kick their asses.” Reaching for Piper’s hand as he gently traced her fingers. “It’s nice out. We can go eat at  Point De Repere and sit outside.”

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rochellebordreaux‌:

“I’m casing the joint, obviously.” Rochelle mouthed off easily. “Why are you noticing me walking by, hot stuff?”

Beau rolled his eyes, “I could see you out the window.. not hard to miss.”

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charlie-blanc‌:

“Whatcha want? I’ve got scotch, wine, and whiskey, which frankly, is the only booze you’ll ever need. Want something else and I suggest you look elsewhere,” Charlie said to the person who materialized beside him. “Pick your poison.”

“You know I’m a whiskey man, Charles.” Beau shook his head, reaching over for the bottle of whiskey and pouring his own glass. Flicking the butt of his cigarette into an ashtray.

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piperanandbasu‌:

“Well consider me bothered.” By bothered though she simply meant happy to see him. Which is why she most likely wasn’t mad since Piper knew he wasn’t the least bit sorry. And that he’d more than likely do it again. “Beau senses? Really? You are the most closeted dork I’ve ever met,” she teased him back. “And for the record I did hear you, but I assumed you were just going to walk by since you made no attempt to get my attention.” Unable to help herself she leaned up on her tippy toes to peck another kiss on his lips before playfully swatting him with the book. “Now unhand me. We’re making a scene.”

“I’m your closeted dork,” he mused, giving a cheeky grin to the brunette. Beau reached out to pick up a strand of hair and run it through his fingers. There was something about her hair that he liked all too well, it could have been the softness or the smell. “It’s a library.. supposed to be quiet, how else would I have gotten your attention?” the blonde retorted. Beau smiled against her lips but quickly frowned when she started swatting at him. “You’re the one making a scene, waving that book around.” Strong arms slide from the librarian, moving to lean against the shelf. “You want to go grab lunch?”

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nicolasdanvers‌: 

“Well, I’m supposed to be doing an editorial piece on local businesses, but this one restaurant is escaping me. I have the address here,” Nic held out the stickynote that he had written the address down on. Honestly he wasn’t entirely sure if the business was still open, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud.

“The Little Door,” he commented when seeing the address and knowing exactly where it was. “Excellent place with a great atmosphere and food. You’ll love it.” Beau added. “Okay, that’s in Lillie. It’s quite a walk there. I need to run some errands if you would like a ride?”

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minhwantae‌:

“Hmm,” Tae contemplated, looking first at the man standing next to the building, then back at the street, then back at the man. He’d been in Hallow Grove long enough now not to get lost, surely, but then again, he’d gotten lost in Seoul many times and he’d lived there longest of all. “I don’t want to admit it, but I think I am, yes.” 

“I know Hallow Grove like the back of my hand. Just tell me where you were heading and I’ll get you back on the right track.” Beau flashed a southern smile over at the man.

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[beau--rousseau]

nicolasdanvers‌:

“Uhm, well,” Nic glanced around again at where he was, still not recognizing where he was or which way he needed to go in order to get to where he was going. “I really wish I wasn’t, but I think I am.”

“Alright-- where you head’n?” Beau asked the man. He knew Hallow Grove like the back of his hand. Being born and raised in a town that your ancestors basically built. 

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piperanandbasu‌:

You’d think with the quietness of a library that Piper would have heard Beau sneak up behind her. And truth is she had heard him. Though her initial thought was that since he made no attempt to get her attention that whomever the person was was merely walking by. However, that all quickly changed with she felt arms grab her from behind. Her first instinct was to whack him with the book. And she would have had she not realized it was Beau just before his lips connected with her own. Unable to help herself she melted right into his kiss. A small smile took to her face as he finally greeted her. Piper lightly shook the book she still held just above his head as she spoke, “It wouldn’t have been so good had I actually hit you with this book.” Her own accent so clearly different from his. Slowly she lowered it as she wrapped her arms around him. “What are you doing here, Beau?”

He peered up at the book above his head, body shaking with laughter. “Scared ya’ that much? Sorry ‘bout that, figured you would have heard me coming. Your Beau senses weren’t tingling?” the man teased. “Out runnin’ errands decided to stop by and bother ya’.” 

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rochellebordreaux‌:

“I don’t hex people,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “And I’m offended that you’d say I’ve gotten in trouble once. I’ve gotten in trouble many times, thank you very much. Ain’t like there’s much else to do around here anyways.”

Beau shook his head, flicking the butt of the cigarette as ashes floated to the pavement. “Like I don’t know that already,” he mused. “So-- what exactly are you doing? Care to explain why you keep walking in front of my office.”