#baudoin

[chantssecrets]

Jean Genet, drawing by Edmond Baudoin for The Thief's Journal

[squarehead333]

Edmond Baudoin, sequence from his 1990 Futuropolis published graphic novel Baudoin. Later reissued by L'Association as Le Portrait in 1997.

[roughridingrednecks]

Baudoin

[innerchorus]

Good quality scans of the bonus sketches from Volume 18 of the manga!

[tmadmess]

Pourquoi je trouve ça drôle TvT ( pour la trend du meme )

Headcanon : Aucun perso n'est hetero dans speed detective ( la partie des grands démons toi-même tu sais )

Change my mind

But don't...

[houserosaire]

Gossip (part 1)

           Honore liked to start his morning with Ishgard’s scandal sheets. They didn’t call themselves scandal sheets of course, or gossip rags, or any of the other names people liked to call them when they pretended they didn’t read them. Some of them had quite clever names and they were, despite the occasional scandal, a far more cheerful thing to read over his breakfast than the newspapers his brother preferred. And so every morning whenever he came down for breakfast there would be a fresh copy of one of his favorites waiting beside his place.

           This morning was no exception. The amusingly named Seen in the Holy See was open beside his plate before he’d even finished stirring the sugar into his tea. It was midmorning, so of course Silvaineaux’s usual seat at the breakfast table was long abandoned. If he’d even come down at all, Honore reminded himself. Silvaineaux had a special guest so perhaps he’d had it sent up. Dismissing his brother from his thoughts, Honore turned his attention to his paper and the breakfast. He skimmed slowly over the short entries as he alternated between bracing sips of tea and bites of light faintly lemon-y muffin.

           He knew most of the people mentioned, at least on sight and by reputation if not personally. He and Felicienne had a small and discreet wager on a possible courtship and he was sure there was bound to be something on it any day now. But it was not the name of the lady or gentleman concerned that made him sit bolt upright in his chair and return his teacup to its saucer before he could slosh it over his fingers.

           But Silvaineaux hadn’t attended any social function last night, or for days, as far as Honore was aware. So what reason could Seen possibly have for devoting two entire and rather meaty paragraphs to the Baron Rosaire? By the time he’d read those paragraphs through for the second time Honore had lost a bit of his appetite.

           “It’s not so bad.” He told himself, looking at Silvaineaux’s empty place at the table. The newspaper was folded neatly beside where Silvaineaux’s dishes would have been. Surely that meant he had been down. But that didn’t matter. He didn’t like the gossip papers so he wouldn’t have seen. “Surely it’s not so bad…”

           Lord Mieux looked up from his plate beside the table with a faintly inquiring chirp.

           “Oh maybe it is that bad… I don’t know.” Honore glanced at his brother’s empty chair as if it might tell him something, then sighed and gulped off the rest of his tea before moving to ring the bell.

           “Where is my brother?” He asked Baudoin before the footman had really even had time to properly enter the room.

           Baudoin gave him a rather startled look and glanced briefly and frantically around the room as if he expected to see something frightening. “Oh, the Baron’s already left, m’lord.” He said after his concerned appraisal of the room failed to show him so much as a spilled cup. “He and the… his… guest rode out this morning just after breakfast. Heading South again, I think. We aren’t to expect him for dinner.”

           Honore swallowed. “They rode out together?”

           “Yes.” Baudoin said cheerfully. “Why, m’lord, did you need him for something?”

           Honore shook his head. “I just wanted a word if he was home. It can wait…” He glanced down at the paper and his own half-eaten breakfast. “Baudoin?”

           The footman paused in the doorway.

           “I am going out as well. To see Felicienne. I will be back for dinner, but not for tea, I should think.”

           “Very good, m’lord.”

           Honore scooped up the paper, rolling it to hide the unfortunate bit inside, as if that stopped him from feeling nearly able to recite the paragraphs from memory. “Feli will know what to do.” He told Lord Mieux, and went off in search of his coat. @bookbornexiv for Sui, though not by name :)

[veroves]

sei sicur*?.

[toutplacid]

Vue de Vandœuvre-lès-Nancy, avec arbre – encre de Chine (plume), 2019. Au-dessous, utilisation du dessin sur rabat de couverture, avec, sur le cd, mon portrait de dos par Laurent Lolmède. Encore au-dessous, portrait de Laurent Lolmède, non utilisé. « Sur le motif, vagabondages à Vandœuvre », en collaboration avec Laurent Lolmède et Edmond Baudouin, avec cd des phonographies de Jean-Léon Pallandre et Marc Pichelin, éditions Ouïe/Dire.