Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime

Nathan Leprince-Lenoir - do not let my house colour fool you. Pureblood French. Former Beauxbatons student.

[pointdevictoire]

Bon soîr, mon amis!

[theforgottendaughterpierce]

Just— I haven’t had much practice since the last time I’d been in France, until this summer, was when I was four. 

[pointdevictoire]

Is okay, I appriciate the effort. It's better than nothing.

So, did you need something?

[pointdevictoire]

Bon soîr, mon amis!

[theforgottendaughterpierce]

Ah, je suis magnifique. 

Oh, um, my— French isn’t that great. 

[pointdevictoire]

Already guessed zhet was fake hope.

[pointdevictoire]

Bon soîr, mon amis!

[theforgottendaughterpierce]

Bonjour, Nathan! Comment allez-vous.

[pointdevictoire]

Ah, bonjour, Cherie.

Grand. Sauf pour vivre en Angleterre, toi?

[pointdevictoire]

Bon soîr, mon amis!

Or well, Amis - mon British. And typically so. Where is the handsome lot when you need 'em.

[pointdevictoire]

Amore et Psyche || Essa and Nathan

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

She blushed appropriately, although this had of course been the desired effect. She would not dress up for nothing, even when she would not remain in these clothes for long. It was all about leaving an impression. 

"Slow? No, no, no. I’m not here for a tender fuck. You have quite the name and I only expect the best," she smirked. "I don’t have a doubt you know how to rock a woman’s world." She let him have it and settled down aside him, gracefully so. She was very well aware of her own movements yet pulled them off effortlessly.  "Just because it’s rough that doesn’t mean it’ll be short."

[pointdevictoire]

"Oh, am I the subject of gossip, now?" he whistled, before turning and pushing her down on the table, opening the buttons of her blouse. "I guess I have a reputation to live up to... so what are we waiting for?"

"So.. lasting, rough.. rocking your world. Any last words, Lady Madeleine?" he gently bent forward to reach for her pretty, round breasts.

[pointdevictoire]

Amore et Psyche || Essa and Nathan

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

She wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. To say she was entirely unfamiliar with his ways was a lie itself. She had heard of him, of course, for word spread quickly and she may or may not have walked in on him with one of their male teachers int he past. 

She wasn’t nervous, not at all, more or less curious, yes. It wasn’t the first time she would be with a boy, or man, either. The young woman had been very desirable during her time at Durmstrang and she had been somewhat disappointed to find that British boys were interested in something entirely different. But he was no British boy, and that made her all the more eager to see him.  So she arrived, on time, carrying protection with her as promised while she seemed to have changed into something a little more comfortable too.

[pointdevictoire]

"A woman after my own heart, he smirked, as she walke din. He eyed her, head to toe, and whistled pleased, motioning her over as he sat on the edge of the table, looking all too seductive and yet still quite handsome and manly. And very French. It was a strange combination.

"Ta, ta - see how nicely you dressed up," he fished the protection from her pocket, holding it up. "Now, how do you prefer we do this, miss Madeleine? Are you one for a quick round, a slow round. Are you one for gentle or rough, are there things I can't do, should do, or that you wish me to do but do not dare to speak out loud.

He smiled deviously.

[pointdevictoire]

Amore et Psyche || Essa and Nathan

He went to the potion's classroom early. He knew no teachers hung around the place, not one. Who would like to be locked up in a dungeon all eveningm after all. He studied the room, spreading the blanket he had token from his commonroom over one of the tables. He did take care of his affairs.

He brushed his hair back. Not that he was nervous, hah. Nervous, him? The great lover? Come on. He just felt that tingle. That tingle he always got when he was about to get laid. He streched himself, wearing his thin, silky blouse for the occassion.

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

Well ehmm...

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

Now that was a welcome surprise.

[pointdevictoire]

Potion's classroom, after dinner, you take care of the protection - I ran out. See you there.

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

Well ehmm...

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

I do prefer a more physical approach, although you do know how to sweet talk. 

[pointdevictoire]

Oh, tata, definately not a British girl.

[pointdevictoire]

Mon Dieu.

[sierrabennett]

I do not, did not scream. You deserve it. And you’re really going there?

[pointdevictoire]

I am a patriot, sweetheart. Now, let's not fight? Let's smile and wave, sorry if you dislike my little kiss.

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

Well ehmm...

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

An equal? Perhaps, but who says I’d find you snog worthy, monsieur? 

[pointdevictoire]

Well, how on earth would you know if you wouldn't try? Oh, Cherie, I appreciate that lovely accent you've got.

[pointdevictoire]

Mon Dieu.

[sierrabennett]

Oh, you must be confused. I don’t give away free kisses unlike you do. Standing up for myself hardly contests to drama, Monsieur. 

[pointdevictoire]

No, no, you insult me and you scream - and your French accent is terrible, mon dieu.

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

Well ehmm...

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

Well, no worries then. This lady will leave you alone. 

[snickers]

[pointdevictoire]

Not even a little snog? You disappoint me, miss Madeleine. I thought I could find my equal in you.

[pointdevictoire]

Mon Dieu.

[sierrabennett]

Ugh. I can safely say the insults thrown at you are completely well deserved.

[pointdevictoire]

Oh Cherie... sacre-bleu you have a tendency for drama, don't you? It was simply a jest.

[pointdevictoire]

Mon Dieu.

[sierrabennett]

It doesn’t make my initial demand irrelevant. I don’t like being called endearments after being subject to rude behavior. Vous devriez vraiment se taire. Avant que je fasse de vous taire. Abruti.

[pointdevictoire]

Good God, you started the insults, did you not. And you can hardly say it was a bad snogging session, did you? Oh oh, I think you might have heard a mispronounciation here and there.

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

Well ehmm...

[essakrum-deactivated20131113]

Do they ever come back? I reckon that’d be one hell of a hassle.

[pointdevictoire]

They always come back, Madeleine.

<img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljq37n8qhf1qhnk1to1_500.gif">

It's a hassle.

[pointdevictoire]

Mon Dieu.

[sierrabennett]

You might have mispronounced disgusted. Godric, don’t ever call me ‘lapin’, again. 

[pointdevictoire]

It means bunny, Cherie, it isn't an insult.

Don't look so disgusted.