musique est forte

W i s e m a nc l o s e d his mouth Madman closed his fist. { Y o u n g man shows his age } J u d g e man named it s i n

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megaraxohara:

“Seems someone has been doing their research. Color me impressed γατάκι. The dusk at dawn is the best thing about Greece though, you’ll never see another one like it, guarantee it or your money back.” She grinned, arching a brow as he trailed off. Something--a wave of butterflies fluttered throughout her stomach. “Oh my gosh B, you wish i was talking about your chauffeur. Although he did have a bit of a temper i don’t blame him though. He didn’t say anything as bad as I’ve heard from Americans though, so that’s a win in my eyes. Mmm, maybe even later than that. I barely remember because i wasn’t glued to my phone the whole time while i was there. All i know was i passed out immediately afterwards. Which i apologize because my snoring can be quite horrendous sometimes.” Oh, she would definitely remember that day. Especially as they were wandering underneath the stringed lights at early dawn. Barely anyone was out and it was quiet-just the two of them. Meg was so giddy dancing in the streets as if she were a child again. Sharing a kiss with Berlioz for the first time. It was almost too magical to feel real. “I’m glad i could be of some help then. I usually find myself rather boring to be around, or just average to say the least.”

“I know some of my Greek History,” He shrugged, his lips slightly curving. He had brushed up on it recently out of curiosity, and while it was to research the artistic influence, his interest was primarily sparked through Meg. ”I’ll take you on that. However, I have been to the Nordics. Do you really want to keep that offer?” He teased, knowing full well that the sight would be one he wouldn’t want to miss. If it mattered to Meg, it had to be a sight to behold. “Oh, I know you’re talking about my chauffeur. He even told me you were lovely company. Asked me Va-t-elle revenir? If you guys didn’t hit it off , I don’t know what other ill-mood guy you could be referring to.” Berlioz laughed, something he had found so easy to do when around her. He found himself stepping closer, relaxing into her company despite the unconscious twisting of his stomach .Making a pensive face he continued his teasing, “I doubt I could find anything about you horrendous. Mildly disturbing, maybe, but never horrendous.” And that’s when his eyebrows furrowed momentarily. He was stumped at how Meg could ever think of herself as anything close to average. She was one of the select few he sought out to talk to. One of probably two who could bring him out of any state of mind simply because of her way with conversation. She was charming in every way. Interesting in every piece of her. “I will never know why. You have never lost my attention.”

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megaraxohara:

Things were different since the trip in more ways than one. Meg wasn’t the type to open up so easily especially around men. But Berlioz was definitely not like the rest, he just made it so comfortable to be around. “That just means next summer i’ll take you to Athens. It’s a completely different vibe from Paris but i’m sure you’ll enjoy it just as much nonetheless. I mean if i’m honest my company was quite handsome and entertaining, even if he did get grumpy a couple of times. But wasn’t it worth it? Besides you got to take your nap afterwards, and that’s because math isn’t fun unlike being in Paris!” Meg laughed, shaking her head slightly. “But on a serious note, thank you for taking me.” Because if Meg was being truthful, it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her.

“Athens, the home of one of the most impressive civilizations. Where their history comes to life in pottery and pillars continue to hold up some of the oldest roofs. Oh, I’m sure something will catch my eye. If not, well...” Someone--he trailed off, losing the boldness he had at the start of that sentence. “I have no doubt your home will impress me just as much. I’m holding you to it. Please, don’t make fun of my chauffeur like that. He tries his best to hide his anger but when one gets cut off for the third time there’s only so much he can hold in. Oh, yes, after you were dragging me home. What time did we get back that day? 3 in the morning?” He smiled warmly, the memory of their walk that summer night with streetlights lighting their way still bright in his mind. Time with Meg went by so quickly, he didn’t notice the way minutes turned to hours it just flew without stopping. And that night he wished he could’ve paused. Though, hearing her laugh the way she did, he didn’t mind this moment now either. “I should be thanking you. My summer wasn’t nearly as dry as it usually is.”

[megaraxdimitriou]

@berliozb

“I didn’t think i’d like any other place more than my own home back in Athens, buuut i think Paris was an exception. Just this once. Honestly though with all this classwork being assigned to me i’d rather teleport back to Paris and live the rest of my days as a hermit if it meant i could escape calculus.”

[berliozb-blog]

Seeing Meg again did no good to his nerves but if there was one thing Berlioz was good at it was hiding behind playful taunting. “More than your own home, now that, Meg, is true flattery. As pleasant as Paris is, I doubt that alone was the reason for the level of praise. You must’ve enjoyed your company. All that to avoid math? Tu es fort drôle. For a girl who can convince me to enter four museums in a day over taking a nap, you give up quite easily when it comes to equations.

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ohjinkiesxx:

“I uh-sorry. I figured out crying my rage would help. Unfortunately it’s not.”

“Crying your rage would do more good if it were directed to a teacher who could change the grade. Though, what would I know. Crying my rage out is what landed me here.”

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x-silvermist-x:

She spent a lot of time in the music room, but she’d never seen anyone sleeping in there. “Are you okay?” Without waiting for an answer, she started gathering the papers from the floor.

Berlioz shifted in his sleep, his slumber disrupted by the noise but not fully woken up by it. The moving of his leg as he shifted pushed more of the papers onto the floor. What a mess he was causing and he had yet to even open his eyes.

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cpenthepodbaydoors:

Hallie’s blushed, and the redness deepened at Berlioz’s comment, tossing the aforementioned bra aside. “At least it’s my dirty laundry. Um, I don’t know if I want you sorting through my dirty laundry, that’s kinda embarrassing.”

“I’m glad that was your answer, because I wasn’t planning on helping. Pleasantries binded me to ask.”

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dustinthesky:

During his adventures, Dustin had encountered lots of things.  This would be a first.  Before taking a closer look at what could’ve easily been a dead body, he got out his cell phone out in case it wasn’t actually a dead body, or even if it was because he sure didn’t know what to do with one.  Once he was in arm’s reach of the boy, he realized that the boy was actually alive, or at least breathing, so he did what any teenage boy would do.  Poke it.  “Are you dead…?”

Roused from his sleep at the prodding at his arm, Berlioz shifted, very much disliking the disruption to his sleep. A low grumble left his mouth as he buried his head deeper in his arms. And then he heard someone speak and his eyes snapped open. Fuck. He couldn’t have slept for this long. 

Pushing himself up lazily, Berlioz closed his eyes again. It couldn’t have been anyone of importance due to how informal the question was so he didn’t feel the need to act all that professional. “Of course I’m not dead,” He grumbled, obviously grumpy he was woken up. “What are you doing poking people anyway if you think they’re dead.”

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genevievebaxter:

“A tap on my back or a nudge would have been more effective.”, Eve told the boy as she wiped the mustard off. “Oh well. At least my arm got a taste of mustard.”

“I couldn’t be bothered clearly,” he joked, with a shrug. “And the scent can add zest to your perfume. Not all bad, right?”

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fawneverwould:

“I need you to help me locate a baby rat,” Fawn repeated, confused at the second question. She forgot that most people didn’t deal with animals the way she did. “Because he isn’t supposed to be on the loose. He’ll be cold and hungry in a few hours and he may not survive the night. He shouldn’t even be away from his mother, but I’m all he’s got right now.”

“No I mean, why do you have a baby rat? Isn’t there a rule against animals on campus?” He asked, correcting himself. “I’ll help you look for it, of course, but I don’t see the odds being quite in our favor.”

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msmaricn:

“And I’m afraid it wouldn’t do you much good unless you were on your way to Psychology of Women.” Accepting her book back, she extended the one she held that must’ve belonged to him. “This one would serve you much better, I think.”

“No, that would not do me well. Brahms in E minor is far closer to my taste, Merc-thank you.” Berlioz stumbled, his french getting the better of him. “I hope I didn’t cause you to be late to your class.”

[trust-noone]

Dipper pointed at something. “Is it really supposed to look like that?”

[berliozb-blog]

Berlioz looked down at his textbook. “Surprisingly enough a real heart is not just two curvy lines joined together at the center."

[coldandrainneverbotheredmeanyway]

Everyone here really seems to like fall, yet they’ve never experienced what it’s actually supposed to be like.  Fall isn’t supposed to be nearly 100 degrees.  I will never wrap my head around that.  If I see one more person in a sweater with a scarf or boots, I’m going to die of heat stroke myself.

[berliozb-blog]

Berlioz snorted, both in agreement and amused by the statement. “I saw a girl the other day sporting ear muffs around her neck. I understand that fall is more of a fashion statement around here but I’m pretty sure your ears aren’t going to freeze in 26 degree weather.”

[hunkydorynovak]

“Oh, man…I feel so…dry, y’know?  Like, I’m gonna shrivel up and wilt if I don’t go for a swim.”

[berliozb-blog]

"I don’t know if you missed it but there’s a large ocean not too far from campus.”

[sandradee-lostina-nightmare]

“Okay I need help I’m stuck between a few costumes this year, for Halloween of course! The single greatest holiday of the year. Excuse my excitement okay So I have a cute bumblebee, a sultrily Greek goddess, A sexy vampire or the goddess of Halloween herself Morticia…now which one should i choose?”

[berliozb-blog]

“Is it? It was always a hit or miss for me. Are those really the names on the packages or are you embellishing?” He quirked an eyebrow, a bit off-put by the names given. Sally was like a little sister to him and he was pretty sure she had a boyfriend. He was sure he wouldn’t want to him to hear that another guy told her to pick the sexy vampire. “Morticia sounds the most original.”

[ser-pea-nt]

Steps were getting more shallow, heavier sounding as the boy circled the room slowly. For all he knew his pacing could be bothering anyone around him but that was all not a care in Toulouse’s mind. With a lack of stimulation the flame headed boy was just not having the sit around and do nothing routine become a norm, not when he had so much freedom while being away from his mother. “Don’t say a damn thing. You want me to stop pacing? Then help me come up with something to do, I hate just sitting around here all day.” 

[berliozb-blog]

Berlioz watched silently as his brother distracted himself with his incessant pacing. The distress in his absent metronome-like movement concerned Berlioz, but he knew that it wouldn’t be good to bother him with something as simple as ‘are you alright,’ he wasn’t even sure if he’d care for his company. Still, he wasn’t going to sit there and pretend he hadn’t been watching him for the last two minutes. “You can use your legs to walk out of here. Some sun would do you good but make sure to wear three layers of sunscreen or you’ll come back with several sunburns.”

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hc

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Berlioz is having a shift in attitude towards certain subjects because i lowkey wanted him to have some problematic values due to just wanting him to feel more like a fleshed out person who didn’t have the guidance of a parent to really place good values in him but after re-reading that bio, I’m going to change that. Since he’s you know currently the nicest of the three bio-wise he should probably act more like it. I’ll try to instill more timidness in him as well--listen I’m a mess and he’s a mess just let it be known there will be some changes

[megaraxdimitriou]

* ✶ — PARIS. + Meg & Berlioz

✶ We were staying in Paris To get away from your parents,                                                                            You look so proud standing there with a frown and                                                 a cigarette posting pictures of yourself on the Internet.✶

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