#morsurerouge

[websaved-a]

       ❛    don’t  worry  about  it,  manon.   you  look  awesome.   ❜   though  mj  figures  it  might  have  been  less  of  an  outfit  thing  and  more  of  an,  “ i’m  standing  in  a  room  brimming  with  people  who’ve  saved  the  world  once  or  twice ”  sort  of  thing  that  caused  the  nervous  feeling.   ❛    really  ------  croyez - moi.    ❜

@morsurerouge !     sis  gala  2k19.

[cestlemoment]

“ never feel guilty for starting again. ”

            rupi kaur , the sun and her flowers  |  @morsurerouge

 somehow manon always knows something almost exactly right to say. it’s weird. like she can read his mind or something. (which, could very well be possible, but he wouldn’t say that because it would make him sound crazy.)   ❝ je veux être avec lucas.❞   startling revelation, clearly. no, he knows this, lucas knows this, manon knows this, everyone knows this. he’s sinking a little more into the couch.  starting again, it wasn’t really his choice.  he knows, his parents know, that there wasn’t much of a choice, especially considering he couldn’t hardly look at his old school without just about panicking, so he had to change.  start again.   ❝ uhh… manon?❞  he hasn’t told anyone anything about what happened before.  ❝ j’ai disparu, quand… l'année dernière.❞   he can’t look at her, and he knows he won’t be able to tell her everything, or even real details.  ❝ mes amis, ils ne savant pas où je suis, et je devrais me sentir coupable pour –❞   his words get a little caught in his throat. he’s messing with the hood of his sweatshirt, messing with his hair in some nervous habit, ❝ mes vieux amis, je suppose.❞  he mutters, and he’d like to pull the hood over his face, hide in everything; it’s more than he’s said to lucas, to anyone else so far. he’s afraid to let lucas know.  

  ❝ lucas a-t-il dit quoi que ce soit à propos de …❞  he can’t seem to shut himself up, he’s sure everyone knows, now, they might not know everything but they know something. (eliott, in a bad state, around the apartment, manon letting lucas and him use the bedroom so he can sleep or rest or stay safe.)   ❝ je sais je n’ai pas à te dire n'importe quoi.❞  he doesn’t owe manon an explanation or a look into his past, and he knows he doesn’t have to tell anyone anything unless he’s ready but he just … ❝ je suis peur que si lucas sait, il va me haïr.❞   he hasn’t given manon all the facts or really any of the facts. but it’s going to take a long time to get to a place where he can talk about most of this. and it’s going to take a long time to quell that tickle of fear in the back of his mind, the one that tells him that everyone is going to end up hating him one day. ❝ c’est stupide, je sais.❞  he sighs, fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie. ❝ désolé, manon, tu ne veux pas à écoute moi trébucher dans cette … tu n'as pas demandé cela.❞ he doesn’t want to make people listen to this, manon was just trying to be nice, and he just started talking about things she doesn’t know anything about. (or probably care about.)  ❝ désolé, c’est trop, je ━ je ne sais pas comment parler à Lucas de tout cela,je ne veux pas qu'il soit jaloux ou contrarié ou inquiet ou ━ ❞ any number of a million emotions that lucas could have upon finding out about what he’s done in the past, what he feels, all these things. 

[alonefear]

    @morsurerouge  cont. 

         he’s been holding himself back with his drinking,  keeping himself sober, or -- almost sober so e can start just  experiencing life  or -- something like that.  more to make sure people don’t trash marti’s house and so that marti can drink, and not have to worry too much.  it’s his job, tonight, to have like one drink and then keep an eye on everyone else.  and it’s his job to sit here on the bathroom floor and make sure manon is okay.  because he cares deeply about manon, and she definitely needs someone to be here right now, considering how alone she must feel sometimes, here.  in a country she doesn’t know, in a place where all of them are kind of paired up, or grouped up -- and he’s worried about her.    ❝ you are not going to die, i promise. ❞   the bath mat bunches a little on the floor as he moves closer to the bathtub.  he leans up against the side of the cool bathtub, and silently promises that he’ll stay here as long as she needs him to.    ❝ tesoro,  uhh --  ❞   he hasn’t grasped his french well enough yet, and there is a bit of alcohol running through his brain,   ❝ tu est bien. ❞   he knows that’s not perfectly grammatical, but he hopes the same meaning comes across.  

       there’s the sounds of the party out in the rest of the house, and honestly?  he’s been a bit tired recently, so sitting here, quietly with manon and letting everyone else drink and be a little too loud, isn’t the worst thing for him to be doing.    ❝ this will be our secret, then, yes? ❞   whether or not manon drinks is none of his business.  whether or not she’s drunk right now does kind of matter, especially if she normally doesn’t drink, so he’s going to sit here and keep her safe.  she deserves that.  her hand reaches out and he’s taking a hold of hand, carefully, and,      ❝ alright, let’s get you out. ❞   standing up, he keeps a hold of her hand,  and chuckles a little once he’s on his feet,   ❝ they had me chug a beer, not smart, right? ❞   he’s not drunk,  just a little bit tipsy, but he’s more than in control of his senses, and in control of walking around, he’s okay. and he’s going to make sure manon is alright.  leans over a bit to reach to help her stand up,  offer her a shoulder, offer something to lean against to help her over the side of the bathtub.   ❝ it’s okay, you are okay. ❞  

[alterlovetm]

                   small compliments  |  @morsurerouge​  |  “You look really pretty today ” 

    ❝ tu pense? ❞   she looks down at her outfit,  not the best one she’s ever had, and certainly nothing like the ones she’s worn to parties that manon has been with her at.  she’s noticing her shoes are scuffed and there’s a stain on her jeans which she tries to hide with her jacket.    ❝ je ne sais pas, manon.  t'es très belle, aujourd'hui, aussi. ❞    but she’s smiling, now, because it’s nice to hear manon compliment her, especially with manon always being so put together.      ❝ c’est ma chemise préférée,  aimes-tu? ❞   she’s been trying to kind of make her wardrobe a bit more interesting, since sometimes she feels like she always wears the same thing, or the same kind of thing,  but she can’t get away from just jeans and one of her t-shirts that have been softened by years of fabric softener.  she’s trying something new with the jeans, they’re not levis, this time, and they’re what her mom called   something we would’ve worn back in my day   so ━ whatever that means.   maybe manon will think they’re cool and like -- vintage, or something.   ❝ mon jeans est nouveu,  est-ce qu'ils  cool?  ou, très ━ chic?  ❞   if manon thinks they’re cool, then they’re cool and she might not feel so awkward. 

[websaved-a]

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context: mj’s the foreign exchange student whose french skills are little to none but thank god manon’s nice enough to help her get better

send ✪  for  a  gif  of  our  muses.     accepting !

[fablebornea2]

Ummm anonymous who you’re an amazing writer & I’ve enjoyed your presence on my dash and your amazing portrayals of your muses 💕

     anonymously  tell  me  your  honest  opinion  about  me.  i  can’t  reply,  just  publish  :  @morsurerouge  (  accepting.  )

[fablebornea2]

@morsurerouge  :  “𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸” 𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺

       shy  smile  blooms  in  delicate  features,  porcelain  cheeks  burning  crimson  red  as  she  glances  at  the  other.  it  is  rare  for  daphne  to  hear  compliments  /  even  rarer  for  them  to  be  about  her  appearance.  it  often  leaves  her  without  reaction,  just  a  loss  of  words  and  quiet  grins.  "𝐨𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐬?"  the  blonde  asks  quietly,  gaze  falling  to  her  hands  as  she  shakes  her  head  in  denial  /  body  rejecting  the  compliment  (  oh,  if  only  she  could  see!  )  "𝐧𝐨𝐧,  𝐦𝐨𝐧  𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐫𝐞  𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞.  𝐣'𝐚𝐢  𝐥𝐞𝐬  𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬  𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐬  𝐞𝐭  𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭."

[phlipshea]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— hey can i call you now?                      from.         @morsurerouge         /         meme  /  accepting

The  second  he  gets  that,  he  stops  in  his  tracks,  frowning,  worst-thoughts coming first.   Has  to  do  with  paranoia,  but  he  texts  almost  right  away.

[ 📲 • sms ;  MANON ] —— of course.

[ 📲 • calling;  MANON ]