holiday starter for @combeferre-the-mothman
Montparnasse only liked Christmas in Paris because of the abundance of parties and with them, people who were drinking and easy to take advantage of. What he didn't like, though, was the cold. To get out of the cold, he often would stalk the streets, crash holiday parties, and indulge in their refreshments. He helped himself into one Parisian home that was lit up and vibrant with laughter and music, taking a cup of mulled wine from the refreshment table and making it seem like he absolutely belonged there. He joined a group of people talking, making it seem like he knew the people there, specifically looking at a man with glasses as if he were seeing a childhood friend for the first time since they were young. "Good God, how long has it been? I didn't expect to see you here! I know I don't look at all like I used to," he gestured vaguely to himself, "The wonders of modern medicine, huh?" He'd seen the other man before just by virtue of them hanging around the same parts of the city as each other, but he honestly had no idea who he was or what he was like as a person. He did look pretty easy to trick, though, and he was banking on that being the truth.
âYouâre going to take good care of me and I know that for a fact,â he said, enjoying the way his fiance smiled.
âFrom now until the end of time, and that my love is a promise,â Ferre told him.
Maimone looked at him with deep affection. "You should save that for our wedding vows, that was beautiful."
âNoted,â Ferre smiled softly, âPlenty more where that came from I assure you, my love.â
"I told you I'd make a poet of you, and now here we are," he said, grinning as he spoke. "Promising there are more sweet words to come. You've really grown as a person."
âI make no guarantees that any sweet words will sound like poetry,â Ferre blushed, âMaybe I can only be a little poetic when Iâm talking about someone I love.â
Maimone's gaze softened as he looked at Gabriel. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of you saying you love me in offhanded ways like that," he said, smiling as he spoke. "I feel so lucky that I have you in my life. I'm so in love with you."
Ferre reached across the table and held his hand, bringing it up to his lips, âI love you tooâŠIâm the lucky one.â
Maimone giggled at the kiss on the back of his hand, feeling completely smitten by this. âYouâre so cute,â he said, laughing a little as he spoke, âAbsolutely precious.â
âPrecious huh? Thatâs a new one for me,â Ferre smiled blushing a little bit.















