#coeurepuise

[amantebravo]

@coeurepuise​ 

He comes around, circling like a carnivore. Arms wrap around the Frenchman from behind and he speaks low into his ear. “Tired of the slow buildup? Is that not fun anymore, Francis?” A hand is sneaking its way into the blonde’s shirt.

[lusitaniae]

@coeurepuise​ from here

“You’re standing on my foot, is what I meant.”

[sininensalo-a]

☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

every day can be a Munday if you try hard enough

(( I answered this question already, but there’s more than one I’m dying to interact with! I would really love an Estonia for my boy! They’d have amazing energy together, and Jaska trusts his Estonian bff with his life. I’m open for any kind of relationship for those two, familial or not, just give me Jaska’s best friend he would actually talk to. ))

[goudenschat]

@coeurepuise from here

“Francis...” Katerijne muttered, leaning towards him. “Do you mind if I rest my head on your lap? It’s the only thing that looks mildly comfortable around here.” A deep sigh escapes her, and she rubs her temples. “I’m getting very dizzy all of a sudden, and my head hurts--”

[velhovinho]

@onceuponatroll @coeurepuise | libera me - write a small drabble about why your muse is awake at 2 am. | REQUIEM | accepting

At a bar a short walk from Gabriel’s home, at 8:42 PM:

"Hey! What's your name? Mine's Antonio."

They'd stumbled from the bar to Gabriel's home laughing in a drunken blur, the details hazy. But details didn't matter, just the taste of whiskey on his lips, the heat of their bodies pressed together in the bed, the aching in his heart as he meets those green eyes. So like Antonio in every way, down to the name, except for where it mattered. Except for the mischief dancing in his eyes, the scars across his body, the love shared between them. A shadow of the real thing. But he masked his bitterness with a teasing smile as he took the other man's cock in his mouth.

They'd fucked for hours, whispering sweet nothings in between rough thrusts. When Gabriel closed his eyes, he could almost fool himself, almost imagine his Antonio. But the image slipped from his mind like smoke through fingers. The mortal man's voice was off, his hands too soft. And when Gabriel finally came, he moaned out Antonio's name, but the other man would never know the difference.

Antonio had fallen asleep beside him, but for Gabriel, sleep escaped him. His thoughts ran a million miles an hour, and he cursed himself for getting drunk enough for this. Finally he stood and threw on a bathrobe, heading out into his kitchen to find some distraction. But in only the time it took to make a cup of coffee later, he found himself sitting at his table and staring out the window into some memory. An all too common habit of his. The night sky, a melancholic painting of white spots against black, was his frequent friend in these brooding hours.

With a sigh Gabriel stared down into his coffee, idly tapping his fingers on the table. His thoughts returned again to Antonio, to how he'd left a love so incredible, and for what reason? He'd let his insecurities get to him. The constant arguing had worn him out, and he hadn't been sure if he wanted to stick around and work their issues out. So Gabriel had left on an impromptu sailing trip, only to let the years pass him by. What a fool he'd been.

He closed his eyes, shutting out frustrated tears, and wondered where to go from here. The engagement ring Antonio had returned to him laid on his windowsill, a stark reminder of all he'd left. And so he sat there in the dark, just past 2 AM, holding a cold cup of coffee and asking himself why.

[coffee-and-cotton-castles]

Continued from x with @coeurepuise

Rahmi chuckled gently at that. “Yes, I do know..” That was the same reason why he was here. He needed a drink, badly, and this bar was right on the way back to his hotel from the conference center. 

[avvus]

@coeurepuise asked  💎💎💎! 

(and mun answered it on private like a damn fool)

This is a bit of an odd one to start with, but it’s always the first thing to come to mind. “Wheat,” Roma shakes his head with a soft chuckle that resonates deep in his chest. When he’d first found Francis, he’d been struck by the vivid colour of his hair - he’d met blondes before, was no stranger to the Germanics, but there was something almost ethereal about the child with hair the colour of golden wheat.

“Existential,” Roma adds after a moment of thought. The younger man, even as a boy, had always been filled with questions about the nature of Nations, their existence, their purpose - enough questions to give an old Empire a migraine.

Finally, Roma smiles back at him. “I believe, more than many Nations, you understand and appreciate the value of beauty, or protecting it.”

[bellasognatrice]

@coeurepuise thanks for the rb!

Chiara leaned over his shoulder to look at what he’s cooking. Humming, she pulled away, since she knew it was never a good idea to criticize a chef - when you were standing close to him.

“If you don’t take it off the gas it will burn and taste like shit.” She fell into her seat, taking her glass of wine. “Did you even add the lemon yet? I told you not to take too long.” Was she enjoying this? Probably. Most likely.