#laure

[honeycaksy]

Omg I found this sketch of Alphie and Laure I did a while ago (his French Veela girlfriend who’s Fleur’s cousin)

[virgin-martyr]

rereading “Story of a Little Girl” by Laure trans. Jeanine Herman

[detournementsmineurs]

Odette Laure, Michel Galabru, Rosy Varte, Jean-Pierre Darras et Michel Serrault dans “Le Viager” de Pierre Tchernia (1972), août 2025.

[detournementsmineurs]

Odette Laure, Michel Galabru, Rosy Varte et Jean-Pierre Darras dans "Le Viager" de Pierre Tchernia (1972), août 2025.

[inthemortuary]

Collages I made based on a cut up poem of writing by Collette Peignot

[old-vibes-n0t-old-money]

I'm applying for other jobs because I make nothing right now and I'm at a very sketchy trade press (literally only benefit being that I work remotely and don't have a lot of work to begin with) and it pisses me off that some positions are like "can we contact your current employer?"

No!!!! That man will fire me if he finds out that I'm looking for other jobs!!! Do not contact him!!! I will do that when I get to quit!!!

[photoaria]

She asks Autumn to point out Laure to her the first chance they get, mostly because asking literally anyone else feels like stepping into a minefield that she has no idea how to navigate. The woman is gorgeous, but she expected no less after all the whispers she's been hearing tonight.

It's hard to make sense of most of them, both because of her memory issues and because of having not gotten involved with politics at all since after the incident.

Aria does make it a point to wait, at least, until Laure is seemingly alone for a moment before approaching. There's nothing to offer here, and she genuinely doesn't want to offer much other than a litany of questions. "You're her, then?" / @laurestcphens

[autumnshowell]

She doesn't know what it is about Laure Stephens that still intimidates her. Maybe it's the fact of just how distressingly familiar this whole scene is to the last time she saw Laure Stephens in the flesh; so much has happened since then.

A room full of fancy dresses and monsters. But this time there's a few key differences; Autumn's not just off the map, she's one of the monsters drawn at it's edge to warn off the overly curious. So many tiny moments have happened between them, but it's only here that Autumn realizes the last time she spoke face to face with this woman she was just one of the cattle.

Aria's mingling with somebody she doesn't quite recognize and Autumn, thumb and forefinger anxiously rolling a molecule of air between them, decides to go for a moment. They're not that far apart from eachother, really, but it feels like it takes ages to close the space. Laure's alone, which is perfect, because she doesn't want Aria, or Morgan, or Kiri around for this.

"Can we talk?" She asks. It feels alien, asking that, like she shouldn't have the strength for it, but she does now, and it doesn't come out timid or uncertain, or even pleading. It's even. Measured. "I know you're probably busy, but I'd like to."

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@laurestcphens