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@lecomtederochefort
rochefort pls let me clean ur boots or horse or cock which ever let me t ouch you
"As appealing as you make that sound, I would rather you didn’t. My horse and boots require specific attention.
The rest is up for debate.”
THE GASCON MOST DEFINITELY MINDS DOESN’T MIND 8(
PLEASE
omg rochefort please
"Do you normally beg so easily?"
rochefort can i wear your hat
"No."
rochefort i love you i'll kill people for you
"Useful information to have, thank you. And what did I do to deserve this?"
rochefort pls let me clean ur boots or horse or cock which ever let me t ouch you
"As appealing as you make that sound, I would rather you didn't. My horse and boots require specific attention.
The rest is up for debate."
I didn't know you were capable of growing facial hair, boy.
Boy?
[ a vein stands thick from his throat as he replies, because who is this man that’s decked out in full medieval garb ( plus the plume hat ) in this century to say anything? ]
—I didn’t know I came to a costume party.
I am not a boy. Maybe that eyepatch of yours is messing with your vision— you should get that checked out.
Could you just drop the facade? I have no idea who you are; how did you even get to the BAU?
I can see well enough, thank you. The eyepatch is there for a reason and hardly affects my vision apart from the rather large blind spot.
Which facade? And how else? I walked in.
I didn't know you were capable of growing facial hair, boy.
Boy?
[ a vein stands thick from his throat as he replies, because who is this man that’s decked out in full medieval garb ( plus the plume hat ) in this century to say anything? ]
—I didn’t know I came to a costume party.
Yes, boy. Do I have to repeat myself?
Costumed or not, your own choice of clothing is atrocious. And your beard is pitiful.
duel in the forest | lecomtederochefort
—what, will you not fight me?
It wouldn't be a fight, boy. It would be you fumbling your sword as I watch.
I still question your taste in beasts. Whatever you claim, that is not a horse.
Buttercup is the finest horse in all of France, you fiend. She is much more beautiful and graceful than the brute of yours.
You lack an eye.
—a starry-eyed fool? If anything. I don’t find myself to be ‘starry-eyed’ about anything. The only thing I —
Right. You just envy me, don’t you? Admit it.
How clever of you.
You're right, of course. I envy you your great foolishness. I've forgotten what it's like to wander this world without a worry.
'I must say sir, your collection of weaponery is quite impressive.'
"Thank you, I suppose. Most are simply meant to be collected instead of used as they would break from sheer age. Do you have an eye for weaponry or collectibles?"
He smirks slightly, shrugging his shoulders lightly. ‘One bullet can end it all of course. Or it can paralyse someone to allow for hours of exquisite torture. It all depends on who is weilding the gun.’
"I would still prefer to keep to my blades. They give one more of a chance to practice using them." Eye fixed on the other man, he returns a smirk of his own. "And where's the fun in paralyzing the prey so it can't move or fight back?"
"Are you a pirate, Pone?"
"Non, I'm not a pirate, mademoiselle. Far from it."
'I must say sir, your collection of weaponery is quite impressive.'
"Thank you, I suppose. Most are simply meant to be collected instead of used as they would break from sheer age. Do you have an eye for weaponry or collectibles?"
'I dabble. Although I must admit I often prefer more modern technology. Sleeker and slicker. But I certainly admire the craftmanship in older weapons.'
"Craftsmanship is one thing. Your modern weapons deprive a man from enjoying a battle. It all ends so quickly with a single bullet."
'I must say sir, your collection of weaponery is quite impressive.'
"Thank you, I suppose. Most are simply meant to be collected instead of used as they would break from sheer age. Do you have an eye for weaponry or collectibles?"
I still question your taste in beasts. Whatever you claim, that is not a horse.
Buttercup is the finest horse in all of France, you fiend. She is much more beautiful and graceful than the brute of yours.
I had no idea that having hair on your chest or your face meant that you had become a man. The characteristics and qualities of a man comes from the inside — or do you lack such things, count?
I will say whatever I wish to; and if I must raise my rapier to defend my words, then I shall.
—does my recklessness worry you?
Go to any tavern and ask, they’ll tell you much the same as I have. As for what characteristics I have or lack, that is no concern of yours.
You’ll get yourself killed with a mentality like that, but who am I to stop you. It would do the world some good to have one less starry-eyed fool running loose.
The only worry I feel is for whichever poor soul decides to employ you.
I still question your taste in beasts. Whatever you claim, that is not a horse.
Buttercup is the finest horse in all of France, you fiend. She is much more beautiful and graceful than the brute of yours.
Is it not my duty as a man to be rankled at every unpleasant comment you bestow upon my fair horse?
—what is with your fixation with my tongue, sir? I am beginning to think that you have had a bit too much to drink. Does the men of the high-and-mighty cardinal have nothing to do but to visit taverns?
Fair is far too generous a term for that animal. And since when are you a man? There is no hair on your face nor your chest.
My fixation, gascon, is that your tongue is far too loose and sharp for your own health. You'll have duelled half of Paris if you continue at the rate you're going.
I still question your taste in beasts. Whatever you claim, that is not a horse.
Buttercup is the finest horse in all of France, you fiend. She is much more beautiful and graceful than the brute of yours.
My vision is fine, oh-so-great-and-mighty comte.
If it is a duel you wish for again, you know where to find me. It’s saddening, truly, how you seem to have to seek out entertainment by offending my horse.
-and me.
You are far too easily offended, boy. A simple remark about your... steed should not rankle you so.
I never claimed to do want to duel you. And the first time we duelled was due to your incredibly brash nature and inability to use your tongue in place of your blade.
