#francois oc

[cryptidzero]

oc/pantalone

[meet-the-clown]

"Ya need t’get some sleep, spook,” says Dell, finally. 

Francois’s eyes snap towards him, then flick back to the motel room door. It’s been a good couple of years since just the two of them were sent out on a contract together; longer than Dell would like, long enough that he knows he’s missed too much.

“I will sleep later,” says Francois, with a dismissive wave. His hand is trembling, just a little, and the marks under his eyes are like bruises, deep and ugly. 

Dell kicks the scratchy motel sheets off, flings his legs over the edge of the mattress. “C’mere.”

“Non.”

“Spook.”

“Non.”

“Git yerself over here,” says Dell, giving the mattress a sharp slap.

Francois’s gaze snaps towards him again. “Chérie, je ne suis pas d'humeur.” 

“Don’t really give a darn.” Dell pats the bed again. It gets him a roll of the eye, but Francois hauls himself out of the uncomfortable, hard motel chair and over to the equally hard, equally uncomfortable motel bed. He drops down on it next to Dell.

Headlights pass the window outside. Francois’s whole body goes tense as a board. He stares at the window, hard, and Dell slings an arm around his shoulders and hauls him over closer, so it’s skin on warm skin. 

“We ain’t nowhere near the target,” says Dell. “And it ain’t hardly a target anyhow. There ain’t gonna be no problems tonight, and we both know it.”

“Zat is ‘ardly ze point,” says Francois.

Dell gives, “maybe not, but it’s still the truth. You gonna lay down with me?”

Francois scrubs at his face with one hand, and then gives a heavy, indulgent sounding breath. “You are a pain in ze ass.”

“So ya keep tellin’ me.” Dell shifts, pressing his shoulder against the headboard. It’s remarkably easy to manhandle Francois down into his lap, between the gunslinger and the fact that Francois hasn’t slept more than three hours in as many days. “I got readin’ t’do anyway, spook. Just lay down.”

Francois mutters something in - Czech? It sounds vaguely insulting and vaguely nonsensical. He closes his eyes, and he does not sleep.

It’s close enough.

[abalonetea]

meet francois

sitting with some trash, cause he’s trash

[meet-the-clown]

scar map with Francois, hello my trash man

[abalonetea]

me, looking at francois: you’re a literal ratty trash man. why are you one of the most complex characters I have.

[abalonetea]

Happy Storyteller Saturday, I cannot remember if I sent you an ask already so take another (or the first one?)! — Do you have any OCs that have any gossip floating around about them or any you want to spill about them? Any rumors adrift? Are they meant in good humor or intention (or bordering it) or are these rumors less than decent?

@dogwrites nope! this was the only ask I got! (ps - did you get mine? I think tumblr is eating most of the asks I send rn!)

and yes! there’s a lot of gossip in Wings of War! especially with the North Team, among the newest member, Francois! he comes off as very reclusive and mystery, and there are a lot of gossipy stories floating around base, largely started by Tony and Rizzo, that have gotten a touch out of hand!

it’s all meant in good humor! one of the most popular rumors to have taken off is the “he’s really been sent in to watch us by the Council and that’s why he doesn’t talk to anyone” and the “he’s eaten too many cigarettes so now he can barely talk” rumors!

both false!

[abalonetea]

me, originally: let’s take the fact that disease was rampant during the 50s at war time and apply that to a made up disease for Francois

me, now, galaxy brained: let’s apply that to the concept of being HEARTsick

[abalonetea]

Francois: I’ve only slept nine hours over the past four days. So I’m right on the verge of a nervous breakdown.                

Francois: *bites his phone*                

Francois: ...this isn’t a bagel.