#les princes

[tvln]

les princes (fr, gatlif 83)

[protect-what-is-yours]

Les erreurs font grandir, j’ai un cœur de géant.

MZ - Les princes

[croy-roeulx]

Les yeux dans les yeux | Emmanuelle & Loïc

She had been anxiously avaiting his arrival, even more so now that he was almost at the house. The plan was to settle in at least a little before he came to her aid, but she hadn’t been doing that well. A couple of people she would consider friends, but she was far from the social butterfly of the Ardennes she had been just last year.

When he finally arrived, she all but sprinted to the dark car. As soon as he was on his feet, she threw her arms around his neck, managing to slam his back against the car in the process. “Whoa whoa, Manny, on s’calme!” He said with a chuckle as he planted a kiss on her cheek, “I didn’t know you missed me that much. I’m here now, it’s okay...” He gently patted her back while Emmanuelle sighed quietly, fighting back tears she hadn’t known she was holding in. She wouldn’t feel alone anymore. Loïc was here. Things would be normal.

Back at the house, Emmanuelle showed him to his new room. Thankfully Elijah wasn’t in. She was still nervous around him, and she just wanted time with her brother. “How was New York?” She asked, dropping down on Eli’s bed. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind that much. Or return home anytime soon. Loïc opened his ridiculous monogrammed suitcase, glancing at his sister when he answered, “New York is great, thank you very much. I’m almost excited for school, can you believe it?” Emmanuelle laughed at that statement, “Not in a million years, no.”

She propped herself up on her elbow, biting her lip as she looked at him, “Um, how is everyone back home? Mum...” There were those pesky tears again, damn it. She’d promised herself so many times that she wouldn’t cry. But Loïc smiled reassuringly, sitting down next to her, “Mum is okay, Manny. Dad too. They’re just glad you’re well. Sophie and Camille send their love, and also something in the mail... something Lanvin. That’s all I know. I think it had frills, so I didn’t pay too much attention,“ he winked at her teasingly, earning himself a well-thrown pillow in the face. Emmanuelle narrowed her eyes at him, “Encule, I’d punch you right now if I didn’t know you’d never joke about Lanvin.” She could not stand the wait that came with presents, and he knew it. Patience had never been one of her virtues.

“You think things are ever going to feel normal again?” She asked with a sigh, laying back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling. Of course their lives had never been quite normal, and she was enjoying some of the new aspects of life. Like not having to give speeches and look perfect all the time. Not being forced into heavy couture dresses. Yes, that was the best part. Loïc interrupted his musings as he sat down on the floor next to her, “Everything will work out. And I’ll be here while it all shifts back into place.“

“Promets-tu?”

“Je promets, couillon folle.”

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[fioadorer]

On rêve de briller comme Paris la nuit, sous ses lumières. J'ai traîné, j'ai erré, j'ai zoné et j'ai dormi toute la journée.

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