le petit prince

louis bergeron | er doctor | ivory syndicate | made man

[emiliaking]

Louis;

Where: Louis’ Apartment When: 8pm, Vendredi 

Since their conversation at the Vargas party, one of the relationships she valued most was in a state of purgatory. In the year since her mother’s death, she managed to almost lose Louis from her life entirety. There was the silence, the secrets, the lies… it all weighed on her shoulders, driving a wedge between them both. At least it had until Emilia decided to take a step forward. In this world, where everything felt extremely futile, she would not let Louis drift any further from her. Not to mention there was so much she needed to tell him… It was exactly why she texted one of the nurses he worked with, finding out that he had Friday evening off which gave her just the opening she wanted. Emilia walked through the familiar halls of his apartment, take out from Jade Garden neatly wrapped in a plastic bag when she got to his door. It was strange being apprehensive to knock, especially when she’d spent countless nights there during her time in Montreal. Fingers curled into a fist, rapping against the wood with a knock. A beat passed when she heard the lock click open, Emilia lifting the bag as a peace offering.  “Hey- you didn’t eat dinner yet, right?” 

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Any other day, Louis would have cherished his day off. A little TV, maybe a run in the nearby park, or even something a little more nefarious. Not that night, however. That night found him on the couch, vaguely staring at the now cold cup of coffee on the table in front of him as some random show played in the background. Thoughts of the events that happened at the Vargas party continuously replayed in his mind, especially his run in with Emilia. He hated how much of a coward he had been, cutting their conversation short the first time he saw her after everything that had happened. There had to be some way he could make it up to her, but he was not sure she would even want to speak to him again, despite what she had said. The knock at the door jarred him from his thoughts. As he made his way to the door, his brow quirked before his face softened as he recognized who was standing in front of him. Her question almost made him laugh - he had not even thought about the idea of food since that morning. Despite knowing what the conversation ahead of them might look like, a small smile struggled its way across his lips as he opened his door wider for her to enter, “No, you caught me at the right time. Come on in.”

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@lcuisbergercn​ .

 She hated hospitals, thanks to the few visits she needed to come to with her father. And the biggest – her graduation fault. The place was far from her favorite, however the burn on her right hand was just as bad as any and to be honest people would be surprised at the folks that would turn away from sweets over some blemish on the worker. So here she was impatiently at the ER, closest to the exit as if ready to run at any point. Name after name was called, till it was between her and what appeared to be a mom with two kids. Giving herself an excuse to leave, they should come first, Safiye slowly stood from her seat, turning to the hallway for the exit. Dark hues landed on an all to familiar face staring back at her.

   Sure, he worked there. She didn’t. Would make sense but he knew about her father, the habits of the old man she hadn’t seen in years. The idea another person had that knowledge made her skin crawl. “Dr. Bergeron.. Nice to see you again.” She offered a polite smile.

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A busy day was always welcomed by Louis, much preferring having things to do than sitting around waiting for someone to come in. He loved the days that would test him on his more broad knowledge, instead of having the same mundane injuries day in and day out. Being the person that found the answer had always been someone he thrived in, with his friends even joking that he should have become a detective instead of a doctor.

Making his way down the corridor, he was shocked to nearly run into a person in his path. The woman in front of him looked familiar to him, and it was not long for a name to slip into place. “Miss Aydin, always a pleasure,” he greeted her with a warm smile. If memory served him correctly, she was stronger than the average person he saw in his time in the ER, always being the support system. Louis always appreciated those people in his line of work, knowing how hard it could be at times. “What brings you here today?”

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dcrekbishop​:

“Pretty hard. It was a dude’s head,” Derek answered, not knowing if Louis knew where he was going with this. He then chuckled at his next statement, “I’m sure I’m not,” He knew that he couldn’t be the only one doing such idiotic things. Not when there was a city full of people just like him. “I was just punching the shit out of a guy who was looking at my girl,” A lie. He just slammed his knuckles into a metal locker but Louis didn’t have to know that. “It’s rude to try and steal someone away if you know what I mean.” 

First the groan, now an eye roll he had to suppress. He had his fair share of this kind of guy in the ER, enough to know an act from real toughness. The bravado and explanations always gave them away. As he began to examine the man’s hand, he looked up at the man curiously, “This is because someone looked at your girl?” If only he was the kind of doctor that could prescribe anger management. “While I agree with that, I don’t think punching anyone solves anything words can’t.”

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emiliaking​:

There was so much of herself that had been forced to change in only a year, Emilia beginning to mirror her mother in more ways than one. She wasn’t as gullible anymore, suspicion always entering her mind when she met somebody new. Where heart had governed before, logic would take over, cold and harsh. Her morality, her idea of justice? The gold had worn off to reveal nothing but gray. Still, there were some things that she just couldn’t change. Like the care she held for Louis, especially hearing him talk to her like she was a stranger. She stayed silent, nothing but a small breathe leaving her lips. Just like everything else, she couldn’t run from what caused the space between them.

 “It does… and I don’t want to make any hasty decisions about everything- everyone- without giving them a chance.” Finally, her voice fell to a whisper, serious and quiet. “You know we’re going to have to talk about it, Louis…” What Emilia wanted was answers, honest answers. She didn’t know if she had it in her to sugarcoat her world like she used to. It seemed the very day her mother died, the rose-colored glasses she wore cracked. At first, she didn’t think she could handle all that darkness and decay… but time had proven Emilia was more resilient than she thought.  “I wish we didn’t have to but there’s no way I can just pretend everything is daisies and move past it- after all these years, I deserve at least an explanation.” 

Louis had never been one to ever want to run away from a conversation. He prided himself on being able to stand his ground and get through any conversation, no matter how uncomfortable he felt or how much he wanted to avoid it all together. But nothing could have prepared him to this conversation, despite it only being the precursor to the one he truly dreaded. You know we’re going to have to talk about it, Louis… The words he had known were coming still caused a feeling of shame and guilt to ripple through him. He had promised never to lie to her, and he was going to keep that promise. 

Hearing his name called from down the corridor, he nearly jumped out of his skin. His eyes leaving hers just long enough to glance at the person in question to acknowledge them, before returning. Sooner was better than later, at least he hoped. If they waited too long, it could quite probably be too late. “Whatever questions you have, I’ll answer,” he finally managed out, “You know where to find me. And you’re always welcome any time.” Clearing his throat, he took a step back. “Enjoy yourself, Em,” he said, not even bothering to force a smile before making his way down the corridor.

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demctozdemir​:

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@catalinareyes​

Quiet nights in the ER were rare, leaving Louis completely unprepared for any quiet day shifts. Although he liked to keep a good mix of schedules, he always took nights when he could. It felt odd to finish a shift as the sun was just starting to set, and not having dealt with anything more major than a broken arm from a skateboarding injury. By the time he was supposed to clock out, he entered the locker room feeling like he still had a few more hours in him.

“I think this is the first night in a long time I won’t want to crash head first onto the couch the moment I get home. I think that means we’re in for it next shift,” he said with a laugh as he peeled the white coat off of his shoulders, shooting a smile at the person nearby. “Or do you think that I just jinxed it by saying anything at all?”

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xwickedsins​:

The woman managed to get the napkin to her eye, firmly pressing on the gash that had quickly begun to throb. “Yeah, a fucking elbow,” she answered, voice surprisingly even given the rising anger she felt over the fact that she would inevitably be sporting a black eye for the next several weeks. “Bunch of idiots,” she muttered under her breath as she walked further away from the crowd, to a more recluse stone table fixed under willowy branches. 

She continued to hold the white linen, the crimson stain eventually ceasing to spread further. Hopefully, that was a good sign, Jackie thought, easing the material from her eye. “What do you think, doc? Think I can pull it off?” a playful grin, despite the stinging pain on her face, found her lips before replacing the napkin until Louis commanded otherwise.

“I go outside for all of five minutes, and came back in to chaos,” he said, more to himself, trying not to say it with the laugh that threatened. There was a time he would have thought of it with distain, but now, having experienced more and more of the Syndicate, it was more amusing than anything. “What set them off this time?”

Focusing back on the task at hand, he pried the clothe of the napkin back just enough to check it, a smile growing on his lips as she spoke. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t think this is going to give you the tough scar you’re looking for. The shiner this is going to cause, however, will certainly make a statement. We need to find some ice to make sure we can be preemptive on the swelling.”

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Place: Le Rouge Person: @zephyrjckson​

Never before in Louis’s career did he ever wish that his work would slow down. He had always relished staying busy, having a sense of purpose through it. However, the past year or so had changed him more than the years he had spent previously with the Syndicate. He had planned on attainting the rank of Made Man and would be content to stay there. Something in him had changed, or perhaps snapped. So when he finally had a free evening, he sought out the company of the man who could potentially help.

Thinking for a moment, the most he had seen the other man in the past had been the night they shared a jail cell together. The memory caused a smile to start on his lips, remembering how much he had tried to hide his fear from Zephyr, having never been in jail before that night. He had come out with a respect for the man, and a new resolve to ensure he never got caught in his work. Sitting down the the man’s right, Louis glanced at cleared his throat. “So, what are we drinking?” 

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&&. LOUIS BERGERON // MOODBOARD 001 

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@frxmeden​ˆ(luca)

It had taken a long time for Louis to feel comfortable frequenting Ivory locations. Mostly from paranoia, he was not sure how many people might make an association that could ruin his reputation. However, over the past year, Le Rouge had become a place where he could escape. Where he could just be Louis, and not Dr. Bergeron. 

After a particularly rough shift, not wanting to go directly home, it always seemed like a good idea. A couple of whiskeys usually were able to drive the stress of the day away, but for some reason, sometimes he just could not shake his mood. Glancing up from his drink as someone took the seat next to him, he knew his mood was only going to get worse.

“I’m not in the fucking mood.”

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“Hey Doc,” Louis looked like a cheaper knock-off version of him. And if he was high, he’d probably say that right to his face but for now he’d play nice. It didn’t help that he saw him and Jackie speaking at the event, figuring that this was who she meant when she was talking about the doctor. “I think my fists are a little fucked up from punchin’ something,” He voiced, “Could my knuckles be broken?” He showed Louis his right hand, swollen knuckles and everything, “That’s what happens when someone gets on my bad side.” Was that a slight threat? Maybe. 

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Hearing someone address him, Louis turned from the person he had been talking to. He was lucky that his training allowed him to suppress the groan that came upon recognizing who it was. He did not know the man well, but he knew enough that this was not going to be a pleasant exchange. “That depends, how hard was the thing you hit?” He was almost certain he did not want to know the answer to that question. “Believe me, you’re not the first person with a busted hand to say that. We get all types coming through the emergency room with injuries from a fight.”

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sybelle-martell‌:

Sybelle couldn’t help but smile at the man in front of her and put her heels away. “You scared the hell out of me,” she slapped her arm. “I admit this is a bit freaky but I needed to get out of there before I lost my mind.” Yes it was like a stupid maze and she was regreting coming here but the people inside were talking about nothing more than which suit to buy or what color would be better to redecorate their living room. “If I have to listen to some girls talking about their dogs and how cute their look with their new pink collars I’ll go insane,” she rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh.

“Louis, do you realize that I don’t understand a word of french, right”? Sybelle walked to him with a smile and put her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tip toes to give his lips a soft kiss.

Laughing softly, he rubbed his arm tenderly, “What would you have rather me do, yell your name?” His eyes studied her as she stood before him, still shocked that it was in fact her. She had been so separate from the rest of this life that it was a bit jarring to see her in such close proximity to his fellow Syndicate members. “Why do you think I came out here when I realized it was you? Mingling with these people makes your brain melt. You, however, do something else entirely.”

“And that just makes it that much more fun to use,” he laughed, his hand gently slipping into her hair as he pulled her into him, lips pressing against hers. “This is much better than listening to people compare their fortunes, any day.”

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emiliaking‌:

“I asked no one to say anything- let me do everything on my own time…” She replied, an honest answer, even though she was sure it wasn’t what Louis would want to hear. How far they’d fallen from confidantes… “When I left, I didn’t think that I would ever want to come back.” For months on end, Emilia’s blood boiled with hatred. And that anger was consuming, especially when it was directed at those she’d love. She’d be so certain that she was capable of it- of cutting off the family that raised her in a falsified world. Yet it wasn’t a black and white issue, simplicity overshadowed by too many complications to count. People like Louis were following orders, her father’s strict mandate towering over them like law. Not to mention there was her once starry-eyed nature to consider. They wanted the best for her, a life where pain and violence skipped her by. She’d been soft, all too hopeful…  they were right to think that a girl like that would be crushed by the truth. That broken porcelain skin now was buried on the Anatolian shore. 

“Turns out no matter how far you go, it’s hard to outrun loss and who you are. It all catches up to you at some point.” While she’d felt abandoned by Louis, Emilia knew she’d never given him a chance to fix any of it. She’d decided to draw the lines the moment her flight took off- no space for apologies, no conversations, no explanations. A severed friendship left to simmer over mistakes. Maybe it was preemptive, the brunette thought as her eyes met his. “Some things have- adapt to survive, right? Others… well, I’m not sure yet.” She didn’t know what forgiveness looked like… “I guess I’m trying to figure out what to do, Louis.” 

Louis could only not in response to her words. It made sense for her to want time on her own when she first arrived back, but he still felt a pang of sadness that she had not reached out at all. To at least let him know that she was back and she was safe, even if she did not want to see anyone. That in itself solidified what he had feared the most. He was no longer someone she could go to when she needed support. He had lost that privilege by not coming clean to her before everything happened. I didn’t think that I would ever want to come back. The words knocked the wind out of him for a moment. She had a whole life here, people that cared about her. And everything had gone so horribly that she had almost left for good. The thought made the pit in his stomach tighten. 

“My father used to tell me that the world is too small to ever completely outrun your problems. I guess that works in this instance too.” What was the point of saying that? He felt like an idiot, an educated man who could talk to just about anyone that came into his ER, and here he was completely unsure of every word that came out of his mouth. His breath caught in his throat as she finally looked him in the eye. “Adaptation can take time. And in most instances, careful consideration.”

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beer emoji + is there someone you have a crush on?

drunken confessions -

“No - developing feelings for anyone in this city is a death sentence.”

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“ who hurt you ?”

drunken confessions -

“Try my ex-wife leaving without a reason, no warning, on our first wedding anniversary. Haven’t heard from her since, and have no idea where she is. Not that I still care.”