accent aigu, bitch.

célestine fontaine. 26. marseille, france. introvert. last year of ucla law. all the troubles of man come from his not knowing how to sit still. - blaise pascal

[fcknsunshine]

Someone needs to hurry the fuck up and kiss me, because it’s been way too long and kissing is great.

[celestinefontaine]

Kissing is quite nice, yes.

[julietweston-blog]

"Who are they?" Luce stumbled on shock, her eyes lifting along with it. She couldn’t really believe that someone hadn’t known what Twilight was. It was very refreshing to her actually. “Oh trust me, you’re in a better position not to know. It’s absolutely stupid. You know, vampire love story with a clumsy human, poor acting, just…disastrous. I wouldn’t dare fill your pretty head with that absolute nonsense.” The british tongued brunette laughed. 

As Celestine briefly placed her lips to Lucy’s hand, she could feel her skin quake with goosebumps. She tried to remain still feeling a tingle sprint up her vertebrae. “erm..” Her throat quietly cleared, her hand remaining towards the woman. “Better.” She sighed. “much better, like utter magic.” She winked playfully flexing her arm. “It’s as good as new!” 

It was beginning to be a natural feeling, sitting next to Celestine. Luce had never grown so comfortable so quickly with another person before, but she tried not to question it. she didn’t want to risk destroying whatever they had going on for them, Celestine was the closest person to a friend that Luce had made in the house so far. “Can I convince you to carry my things around for me? Like a little puppy following me around, adorable. Though you’re sort of more than that lame side kick type, right?” She wiggled her eye brows a bit. “I will most definitely find a turkish sandwich for you and then steal it. That’s what I look forward to mostly in life, to steal your food.” She allowed her calm blue eyes to settle on the blond woman sliding her hand back to her lap. “Sound like a game though of puppy eyed crushes. You know, they say when boys pick on you it’s because they have a crush on you.”

[celestinefontaine]

"Oh," Célestine murmured, recognition lacing her tone as Luce recounted the story. She'd heard of it, but had never gotten into the movies. Vampires and the supernatural... It simply wasn't her thing. Slightly teasing, she added, "And did you love this 'absolutely stupid' story?"

She couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips when Luce winked at her, feeling her heart stumble in her chest, and took a little longer than necessary to release the other woman's hand. It wasn't often that she clicked with someone so quickly, and she was enjoying this for whatever it was. "I'm glad," she said, "I would not want to have injured you permanently."

"I could be convinced," Célestine allowed with a small smile. "Though you will have to agree not to call me a puppy again." She wrinkled her nose, though in all honesty, she didn't mind so much. "I think everyone needs to experience the sidekick role once in a while," she said, perhaps a little more thoughtfully than was necessary. "I can play whatever role you'd like." She laughed at Luce's following words, shaking her head. "I might have to reconsider our relationship if you look forward to stealing my food all the time." She raised an eyebrow. "And is that what is happening here?"

[julietweston-blog]

"Weren’t those twilight people from Washington?" Luce questioned, though she knew- ashamed that she once liked such books when the films seemed like such a disappointment to her, almost an embarrassment. Twilight was usually the first conversation starter when Luce made introductions about where she lived, that or Greys Anatomy. Was that the only connection people had to the state of Washington? It made the woman chuckle to herself as she sat on the bed. 

Luce wanted to tear her eyes away from Celestine, but the brunette felt her blue hues drowned the woman. She could feel her stomach tug and pull into knots. “Kiss it..” She muttered in repeat swallowing thickly. “Yes, you should!” She cleared her throat shaking off her nervous expression. “You should be very apologetic and fix the hurt you have cause me…what am I supposed to do with a broken arm?” Luce chuckled unable to hide her laughter back behind a goofy toothed smile anymore. “I take that as a challenge. What’s your favorite food? What container has your name on it in the fridge? That’s going to be the first one I dig my little hands into…well, hand since this arm is now broken and helpless.” She over dramatized hovering over favoring her one arm. 

[celestinefontaine]

"Twilight people?" Célestine repeated, brow furrowed. She knew of no such thing - though to be honest, she wasn't up-to-date with the most recent pop culture news. Her classmates often found themselves having to explain to her what things meant, especially where television (and movies) was involved. "Who are they?"

When Luce voiced her assent, Célestine lifted the other woman's hand to her lips and pressed a brief kiss to the back of her hand. "Does that help?" she asked with a raised brow. "Maybe you could convince someone to carry your things around for you." She couldn't help the smile that formed on her face as Luce grinned at her, and wondered if this would be a pattern: smiling so often. It was new, but not unwelcome. "I like Turkish food," she offered, though she hadn't had much luck finding it in the city so far. "You are planning to steal my food? That is not very nice," she teased. "Though I guess that is a fair price to pay for 'breaking' your arm." She put air quotes over the word 'breaking,' and grinned at Luce.

Really, at the rate she was going, her face was going to be permanently etched that way.

[geniussavior-deactivated2016021]

I mean, it wasn’t exactly an insult, no. More of an observation. I’m not one to just approach people and insult them.

[celestinefontaine]

That is probably a good thing.

[kissable-thea]

O-Oh, I didn’t see you there. I don’t know how to answer that since I was only singing lyrics that weren’t written by me.

[celestinefontaine]

And what would you sing, if you were to sing lyrics written by you?

[celestinefontaine]

sms;

Sam: No, silly. I'm SAm!

Celestine: What are we going to do with you?

[geniussavior-deactivated2016021]

"I told this girl she looked like Lust from Fullmetal Alchemist and she laughed at me.. Maybe I should just stop talking to people period."

[celestinefontaine]

"I do not know what any of that means. Was it a compliment?"

[jemmajonesx]

Kids having kids. Fun times. Why would any woman give up their vagina for that? Mazel tov? 

[celestinefontaine]

I do not think babies are stored in the vagina.

[celestinefontaine]

sms;

Sam: If up is up and down is down THEn wha t is over THERE?

Celestine: You. Drunk.

[kissable-thea]

See anybody could be good to you - you need a bad girl to blow your mind.

[celestinefontaine]

I do?

[julietweston-blog]

Luce’s ears perked just slightly hearing Celestine speak. “I thought you were supposed to be reading.” The brunette chimed with a small bright smile. It was a playful comment but only hearing the French woman speak made Lucy’s stomach tangle into knots. With pale fingers, Lucy brushed her silky chocolate hair out of her face adjusting on the bed. “I may have to go out and look for some sun screen, you’re right. I’ve never been in such a need for it before as my skin hasn’t seen much daylight.”

The dancer tried to not give her parents much thought, but once night came and she lay in bed surrounded by her thoughts- it was hard to not drown in them. How she lay with her hair spread wildly on her pillow, eyes locked onto the dark ceiling only dimly illuminated by the moonlight. Her fingers would gather the fabric of the sheet, rubbing it until her skin turned clammy trying hard to remember a time where her parents were proud of her. She never could remember a time. 

The brunette chewed her lip to the brink of bleeding getting lost now in the thought. Maybe if she made up a good memory with her parents she would eventually believe it- but that was almost worse wasn’t it? A small sigh slipped from Luce. “hm?” Her eye brows shifted to Celestine as she came out of her thoughts. She felt a small jab to her arm from the blond and giggled. “Ohhhh my I think you broke it!” She held her arm devouring herself into the dramatics. “Did I leave home?” She repeated coming down from her laughter act. “No…I mean, not right away. i moved out once I was eighteen. My parents weren’t even there when I did so.” Her perfectly postured shoulders shrugged. “It is what it is. You just have to make the best of life with what you have.” She offered Celestine a warm smile. “I look forward to getting yelled at here.”

[celestinefontaine]

A brief smile crossed her face, before she replaced it with a suitably chastised expression. "Ah, of course," Célestine said apologetically, returning her gaze to the book. "Reading." Still, it didn't stop her from glancing up once more, small smile fixed on her features as she joked, "You make it sound like you are a vampire. Seattle cannot be that bad, can it?"

The lull in the conversation caused Célestine to look up from her book, but it seemed Luce was only lost in thought, and Célestine was happy to leave her that way, if only because she appreciated some time to herself every now and then as well. She laughed as Luce clutched at her own arm, and finally placed her book on the ground, dropping all pretense of reading. "Shall I kiss it better?" she offered, already reaching for Luce's hand. She nodded as Luce continued. "Yes, you should always try to look ahead, and not behind." Then, she added, "One way to get yelled at is to eat someone else's food in the fridge."

[bellaxcarter]

This place is un-fucking-believable. I feel like I’m inside a teenage boy’s wet dream, or something.

[celestinefontaine]

That is not the most flattering comparison, though I understand the sentiment.

[julietweston-blog]

Lucy’s eyes were becoming comfortable as they lingered over onto the blond watching her pretend to read. It was a frivolous act the two were playing just so the brunette could open up. What made it significant to Luce was the fact that they both kept playing along without having a laugh, it was a comfortable equation. Clearing her throat, Luce tore her eyes away from the french woman and lifted her arms to look at her skin. “I’m so insanely pale, my skin doesn’t know how to get along with the sun. I may just burst with melanomas, and i’ll become so flaming red  a mariner may mistake me for a lobster.” Luce chuckled dropping her arms to her lap looking at Celestine to steal a quick glance. Her fingers fumbled together nervously as the girl sighed to continue on. “I am an only child, as I know so far. I say that because ever since I can remember my father has been knee deep into his secretary.” Her eyes rolled and her voice fell into a more serious tone. “You know,” She began clicking her tongue, “my parents always tried to fish out the best of me. They were hard on me, really hard. They forced me into absolutely everything and no matter how hard i tried and pushed myself i was still a disappointment, never good enough. Dance was the only activity i found joy in; as I found it as an escape. In dance i could express myself, be who i truly was and be happy. The moment i began to dance it was like…like everything else didn’t matter. All of the weight just lifted off. I became too comfortable on expressing myself, I suppose, because the moment i thought ‘okay, mother and father will accept you for who you are. For once they are proud..’ I brought home a girlfriend and they..” Lucy stared across the room. Her fingers now playing with the hem of her sweater as she lost herself in the memories. “They were silent. I never heard a word from them again. I was fifteen. I think i would have preferred them to have shouted at me, or kicked me out of the house. But no, just silence. Still to this day they’ve not said a word to me.” She shook her head at how ridiculous it was. “I tried so hard afterwards to get their attention, to make them yell at me. I went out past curfew all the time, had sleep overs with the wrong people, became a rebel of sorts. I did everything in my power to make them break and yell at me, but there was nothing.” Lucy lifted her legs to hug her knees. She stayed quiet for a moment not expecting to dive in deep with her conversation. 

[celestinefontaine]

In all honesty, Célestine fared no better in the sun - pale skin and all - and smiled at the description as she added mildly, "I am sure you would make an adorable lobster. Though you may want to try some Factor 50 the next time you are out and about." For a moment, with her head buried firmly in the book, she wasn't sure if Luce would change her mind - either way she would not have minded, as she was easygoing about such things. Then, a sigh later, the other woman continued, and Célestine listened, a tiny frown forming on her face even as she kept her gaze on the book.

She couldn't fathom living like that - with an unfaithful parent (and under the weight of all that expectation). Her parents had been divorced for as long as she could remember, and that was likely  a blessing in disguise. (She was grateful she couldn't remember anything from what probably had been a bitter divorce, though they were on good terms now.) And even worse was the fact that Luce's parents refused to speak to her after she'd brought home a girl. Living in a silent household, for all that Célestine appreciated silence, sounded downright awful, and she didn't know how any parent could treat their child that way.

Finally looking up from her book, Célestine gently nudged Luce with her shoulder. There was quite a bit she was curious about - did Luce still dance, what happened to the girl - but instead she settled on: "Did you leave home as soon as you could?" she asked, tone sombre. She found it difficult to believe that Luce - that anyone - would stay if they could help it. Certainly there were circumstances that would keep someone at home, but if they had the means, there was no reason to stay. "You do not have to worry about that here. Everyone will talk to you. Maybe even yell at you, if you are lucky."

[julietweston-blog]

“Before this?” Luce inhaled a deep breath to puff out her cheeks thinking of where exactly to start. As the air of breath the woman took in slowly escaped her lips, Lucy smiled and rolled her eyes. “I came here from Seattle, Washington.” She bit her bottom lip. “I moved there when I was five as I was born in Rhoehampton, London.” Her blue eyes shifted to the stack of books on Celestine’s desk. For a moment she sat quiet and still, until she smiled sliding off of the bed to walk over to the other girls desk. Her finger tips skimmed the tack of books before she picked one at random based on the cover. She was a marketers dream. “Please.” Face flushed, Luce handed the woman her book so she could pretend to read. “I can’t begin to bore you with my words until i find it convincing that you’re ‘reading.’” she air quoted. The brunette sat down this time on the french girls bed next to her watching Celestine closely trying to hide a warm smile. “Convince away.” 

[celestinefontaine]

Célestine nodded, eyes lighting up in interest as Luce relayed her history. "L.A. must be a lot sunnier than both places," she remarked, lips quirking upwards. It seemed that there was more to the story, but Luce was done sharing - or it seemed that way at the moment, anyway. She watched as the other woman selected a book from the stack, and as Luce sat down next to her, Célestine leaned in, allowing their shoulders to brush for a moment as she accepted the book from her. At Luce's words, she chuckled quietly. "Looks like I have my work cut out for me," she said, shaking her head before flipping the book open. She stole another glance at Luce before returning her gaze back to the book, only half-paying attention to the words on the page as she skimmed through it, before flipping to the next page, all the while smiling ever so slightly.

[catiejames2]

But if I gave more warning, then it wouldn’t be as much of a surprise. And that’s not any fun, is it?

[celestinefontaine]

But what if I don't like surprises?

[catiejames2]

Heads up!

[celestinefontaine]

...A little more warning would be appreciated next time.

[samsrogers-deactivated20180518]

celestine and sam; celestinefontaine

"bring the vodka because you’re french"