#c.vivienne

[appellemoiange]

@madamemoreau ✷ closed.

Careful hands pulled an unsuspecting Vivienne into the office Lusine had chosen as a hiding spot, and quickly shut the heavy door behind them both. 

“I had no idea you were here too, Vivi,” the dancer chirped, and gave her friend a kiss on the cheek. “I hope I didn’t startle you too bad. The moment I spotted you, I figured you needed saving as well.” 

Merrily she went about the room--which was lined with such an obnoxious amount of teak wood it may as well have been a ship--searching high and low for something of interest. The search ended when Lusine found a silver cigarette case in the desk drawer belonging to the host of the drab party the two women had unfortunately been invited to. 

Lusine offered a cigarette to Vivienne as she set herself up with one between her lips. Going from arriving on the arm of a rather rude patron, to hiding away in one of the manor’s many rooms, she was desperate for anything that could take the edge off. Layers of blue silk rippled like waves from her hips as she moved to the large window that held a spectacular overhead view of a park. 

“More and more, I find myself spending more time looking out windows at strangers than those I actually know,” she said. “How could this be more entertaining than a soirée held by a Count?” 

[bharisinclair]

@madamemoreau ❈ closed.

     With Petunia at the mechanic’s shop, he found himself walking through the city more than he normally would, much to his delight (and occasional frustration). On his way to the post office one Sunday afternoon, Bhari spotted a lovely and familiar figure sat outside of a bistro.

     “Excusez-moi,” he said, approaching the little table where Madame Moreau sat. “Is this seat taken?” 

[gattirose]

❝ I might as well be reaching for the moon. ❞ Sabrina (1954)

Old Movie Quotes Meme

“That’s not such a bad thing, ya know. I read once that it’s a lot closer than we think. I don’t think it’s too crazy to believe that someone’ll be walkin’ on it one day, if you ask me.” 

She smiles. “What’s so wrong with reachin’?”

[bharisinclair]

@madamemoreau​ ❈ closed

Stood in Madame Moreau’s fine kitchen, Bhari’s fingers idly worked at a little stack of tea towels, finding their corners to fold and stack them neatly atop the counter. It had become something of a routine during these times when he would pop over to her house for Sunday tea. Being the polite guest he was, he wouldn’t have dreamt of leaving without helping her clean up. 

“--I’m just not certain I’m doing things correctly,” he said. The subject of relationships was often brought up during his visits, regardless of who else joined them. Bhari appreciated her input on the matter, and frequently went to her for advice on such. In all honestly, he needed as much as he could get. “I hardly know if there’s even a correct way to court a courtesan.” He laughed. “You must think I’m a fool.”