Notre Cœur

François Bonnefoy | 26 | Farmer | Summer 14 | Lower Level |  [[Dependent APH France blog of harvesttalia]]

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"I was cursed with an expensive taste and a low budget." (( :****))

Paulo raised his glass of wine (more like vinegar really, and it smelled twice as bad) quite obviously intoxicated.

“Amen my friend.”

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François laughed for no reason as he downed his own wine glass.

 “You know, what I would really really want?” He didn’t give a chance for Paulo to speak as he continued. “I would love an old French wine, but a farmer’s salary wouldn’t pay for half of it. “

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((sorry I wasn't online for francois birthday)) I heard it was your birthday, cousin. Why didn't you say anything? I would have gotten a gift.

[[don’t worry about it!]]  “Birthdays just make me feel old. It just reminds me that I’ll be getting those white hairs and cry myself to sleep at the sight of them.” 

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Alfred bit his lip as he stood outside the entrance of Francis's property. He hadn't been there for awhile after he had a freak out and ran away without explaining. He had been too embarrassed and ashamed to come back until now. He had woken up with the courage to confess everything, but the moment he had neared Francois's home, he suddenly lost it. He didn't want to go back home, but he didn't want to see him either. What was he to do?

François’s summer nights were never nights in which he could have a good sleep. The warm weather brought him bad memories that he rather not remember.  Thus, he always got up earlier than usual.  

He had given up on trying to fall asleep again and headed towards the kitchen after putting on some boxers. As he made some homemade lemonade, François noticed a strange figure rounding up his farm. The farmer frowned as he thought about who would be awake at that time in the morning. 

Leaving the lemons and the jar of water on the counter, François opened the entrance door slowly and peaked out. He could identify the stranger as being Alfred and he sighed in relief. “Alfred?” The man called out. 

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"Uh.. Hey, Francois? You, uh-" [sputters] [ //// ] "You got a second?"

“Oh? ”. He turned around to face Lovino. “ Bien sûr, what is it?”

[borsaiolo]

Lovino pursed his lips for a moment, feeling his face redden at the mere thought of having to announce something like this.

“So..” He laughed nervously, and reached into his back pocket, pinching the stem of the brilliant blue, flaxen feather that Antonio had handed him not too long ago. “Will you come to the wedding?”

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François’s eyes widened in a comical way and his jaw almost dropped to the ground. The corners of his lips slowly curved upwards as he eyed the blue feather.

“Oh my God. You’re getting married?!” He got up of his seat and grabbed the smaller Italian pulling him onto a bone crushing hug. “My little Lovino is getting married!!” He exclaimed again, not minding his own tone of voice. 

“When did this happen?!  How did the proposal go?! Did you start planning the wedding already? I want to know everything.  ” François being excited was an understatement. 

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"We have to catch fish today?"

“Ah, oui. I don’t understand this type of events, but well, I will cheer for you if you participate.” François smiled before shrugging as he glanced at Ivan. He grimaced at the thought of having  to grab those slimy animals with his own hands.  

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"Uh.. Hey, Francois? You, uh-" [sputters] [ //// ] "You got a second?"

“Oh? ”. He turned around to face Lovino. “ Bien sûr, what is it?”

[borsaiolo]

Lovino shuffled into the room somewhat tentatively, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Nothing wild or anything - just had something I needed to tell ya.”

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François quirked an eyebrow at Lovino’s suspicious behavior. “Go on…” François leaned against the counter. “You look too nervous for something that is not wild. ”

[borsaiolo]

His face flushed red with embarrassment. How did he know already? “Well, maybe you might want to sit down.” Lovino had warned, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s kinda.. big, I guess.”

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François sat down slowly. His eyes didn’t leave Lovino as he tried to figure out the reason for this sudden serious talk. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?” Worry filled his voice, thinking of the worst.

[borsaiolo]

“No, no,” He freed a hand to wave it dismissively. “Nothing wrong. But, something.. big is going to happen.” Lovino swallowed; why was this so hard to talk about? “On.. Fall 15.” Stuffing his hand back into his pocket, he felt the soft texture of the blue feather that was in there. 

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François was silent. He had a hunch he knew what he was talking about, but he didn’t dare to make the wrong assumption. “Go on then. I’m getting more and more curious.” He leaned forward awaiting for the big announcement. 

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“Are you sure you’re okay?”

François  flashed her a faint grin. “I’m okay. “ As long as he didn’t look at his  bloody leg. “I was just a little scared. “ That’s why he screamed like a baby when he saw a spider and tripped, thus hurting himself in the most ridiculous of ways. 

He got up rather quickly, groaning at the pain his leg inflicted upon him. He dusted himself off before taking a good look at the beautiful stranger in front of him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around. What’s your name?”

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What's that up there?

Sadik glanced a the man before him, then up at the mistletoe he had been stationed under almost all day now. “Why, that appears to be mistletoe. Wow, wonder how that got there?”

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Mo brushed a hand through his hair, then followed by brushing a hand through Sadiks’ hair, all while still looking and talking to François, “I wouldn’t call it energetic. Inebriated, perhaps.” 

He gave another flirty grin, biting his lip a little. “Sadik, do you want to explain how we ended up here? Or should I simply give François an example. My mind is a little too fuzzy to tell the tale, though I do remember one specific part that I would be happy to act out for either of you.”

Seeing as François’ was currently the only one with a full glass of booze on the table, Mogens reached out and took a sip from his glass. He offered François a wink before returning the glass to his hand and settling back into Sadik’s lap.

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At François’s comment, Sadik gave a hearty laugh, grinning at him. “Yeah, might need to try that greeting out again myself. I’m definitely not opposed to it.”

Sadik pretended to be lost in thought, as if trying to remember how they managed to end up there. “Well, I know we met, and I offered you to join me for drinks. That’s how we ended up at this bar, certainly. But damn, my memory must be going as well. You might have to act out that specific part you’re talking about.”

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“The feeling is mutual.” His hand touched Sadik’s leg as he spoke before he returned to his original position. “ Maybe even let Mo taste a bit of it as well, since he doesn’t seem like he’s shying away.” He teased. 

François was rather surprised at Mo’s behavior. Sadik had proven himself to be quite a package, but he was impressed that Mo could be so damn flirty. His mouth fell slightly open as he saw how shamelessly he winked at him whilst he was on Sadik’s lap. He took a sip of his drink staring at Mogens before glancing at the interaction of the two.

“Don’t mind me. I’m okay watching as well. “ The farmer laughed displaying an innocent smile at them.

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RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

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"Bonjour, or um, sorry. Hello. I know it's winter but I'm looking to buy some vegetables or fruit? I'm not really sure which yet... whatever you have, I guess."

François was piling up carrots on the stand casually, when a familiar voice caught his attention. He got up from his knee bent position and turned around. 

“It cannot be...” He whispered in his native language. His mouth was agape and his shoulders fell in awe. “Marianne…” 

He threw his arms over her, hugging her tight, with a  bright smile on his face. “It has been years! How have you been?” He pulled away with his hands on her shoulders. François eyed her from head to toe. 

“You look the same but you’ve grown so much! I told you that after puberty you would have a  killer body. “  He blabbered, happy for being able to use French with someone who understands. 

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François noticed how she seemed to be hurt and his heart couldn’t help but to ache at the thought of a treasured family member of his getting severely hurt. 

He heard her story silently assimilating everything. What had happened to her? Not even she knew. Maybe she was trying to get to Gramina to visit her darling cousin finally, and was shipwrecked. He smiled at her reassuringly. “You can stay with me! This house is too big for just one person and you’re a Bonnefoy so you’re always welcome.”

He pursed his lips at her question.His warm smile dropped and was replaced with a bad attempt to force one. “Your mother and my parents… passed away. I haven’t heard from your father for years.” He lowered his gaze to his hand before taking a deep breath and smiling once again. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t go to visit you but… I guess I just… I wasn’t ready.” François struggled to find the right words laughing to not cry. In fact he was scared to leave Gramina to visit them, but that was a story for some other day. 

“Well what’s important is that you’re here now. “ 

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“Right now I am staying at the hospital… Or rather Ivan’s overnight and then the hospital during the day. But perhaps… once I am better… it would be nice to stay with family. I’m just unsure because I really don’t know you.” She hesitated as she spoke, not wanting to upset him.

She nodded, though she didn’t really understand what he meant by the fact that he wasn’t ready. “I am not angry with you for not visiting me. How could I be? I don’t even know where I used to be or who my father is. Don’t apologize. How long ago did they pass away?”

As he spoke, she reached out to touch his hair. She didn’t mean to be doing anything strange, it was simply very familiar. It was very much like her own, but something told her to feel its’ softness. But, then that familiarity was gone, and she realized that she was holding her hand out to touch a strangers’ hair. She blushed and put her hand back in her lap. “I- yes. I’m glad to be in Gramina. The people here have been nothing but kind.”

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“Of course! I wouldn’t want it any other way. Please stay for as long as you like my dear.”  He placed a hand on her shoulder. “ I’ll make sure to tell you all about our memories during your stay.” 

He hadn’t forgiven himself for staying. “3 years. Mine... 4 years. “

The small gesture of affection cheered him up a little. A faint smile was brought upon his face and a chuckle when she shyly removed her hand from his hair. “You know you used to do this a lot. When I was sad, you liked to pet my hair because it was soft and pretty. You were such a cute child.” François reminisced with a smile that grew as he spoke. Memories always cheered him up. 

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"Ugh, it's you"

An eye roll. “Hello to you too Agatha. I see you haven’t burnt down your sweater like I told you.”

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“Well, I thought that if I was really going to that I shouldn’t half arse it- thought I’d take your retinas out with it.”

Two could play at that game.

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“Always thinking of me. I’m flattered you keep me in your mind.” 

One should expect retaliation.

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"Uh.. Hey, Francois? You, uh-" [sputters] [ //// ] "You got a second?"

“Oh? ”. He turned around to face Lovino. “ Bien sûr, what is it?”

[borsaiolo]

Lovino shuffled into the room somewhat tentatively, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Nothing wild or anything - just had something I needed to tell ya.”

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François quirked an eyebrow at Lovino’s suspicious behavior. “Go on…” François leaned against the counter. “You look too nervous for something that is not wild. ”

[borsaiolo]

His face flushed red with embarrassment. How did he know already? “Well, maybe you might want to sit down.” Lovino had warned, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s kinda.. big, I guess.”

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François sat down slowly. His eyes didn’t leave Lovino as he tried to figure out the reason for this sudden serious talk. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?” Worry filled his voice, thinking of the worst.

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"Ugh, it's you"

An eye roll. "Hello to you too Agatha. I see you haven't burnt down your sweater like I told you."

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"Uh.. Hey, Francois? You, uh-" [sputters] [ //// ] "You got a second?"

“Oh? ”. He turned around to face Lovino. “ Bien sûr, what is it?”

[borsaiolo]

Lovino shuffled into the room somewhat tentatively, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Nothing wild or anything - just had something I needed to tell ya.”

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François quirked an eyebrow at Lovino's suspicious behavior. "Go on..." François leaned against the counter. "You look too nervous for something that is not wild. "

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"It’s so cold my mouth is numb, you should kiss me before we get frostbite." [[Heya ;) ]]

“I-you- wha?” He turned bright red, but apparently he had considered it because he replied, “i-if it’s really that bad then our mouths would freeze together and pulling our lips apart would be painful. I-I don’t think kissing is a good idea. At this time.” 

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“Why would we pull away? We could just hibernate through the whole Winter kissing. Doesn’t that sound exciting? “ He teased, putting a hand over his lips to muffle the sound. 

The ‘at this time’ took him by surprise. So he would kiss him in another time? Well then. The corner of his lips turned upwards into a smirk. “I’ll remember that, handsome.”  

[koningtulp]

He was so embarrassed that he had grown silent, but he quietly mumbled. “well, we would need to breathe at some point. And the longest kiss ever was about 59 minutes long, we wouldn’t last a whole winter. Unless you’re suggesting that we would move indoors, in which case you wouldn’t be cold anymore, so there would be no need.” 

Being called handsome only made Mogens more anxious. Still, he managed to sputter out a quiet “you do that” in reply. He had spent this whole conversation looking at his own feet, but he finally looked François in the eye and saw his smirk. It caused him to give a small smile back, though it may have appeared as more of a grimace, since Mo was not very good at showing his emotions. “a-another time, then…”

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"Oh, excuse me."

"Hm? " François glanced at Ivan with a faint smile, hugging a basket of flowers to keep it safe. "Good morning, Ivan. Did you want something? "

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"Uh.. Hey, Francois? You, uh-" [sputters] [ //// ] "You got a second?"

"Oh? ". He turned around to face Lovino. " Bien sûr, what is it?"