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I ACTUALLY LIKE LES AMANTS DE LA BASTILLE FIGHT ME
( *fights you * )
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it’s english version is just as beautiful and by that i mean im fuckin sobbing
( i don’t doubt that lmao )
Charlie so very RARELY let the children play in the street ------------ it wasn’t SAFE to be seen in the light of day, after all;; though Paris was a massive city ( easy, coincidentally, to DISAPPEAR in ), it was never worth getting into TROUBLE over. The children were getting restless, and it was difficult to sate them with only the COURTYARD or walks after dark. It couldn’t be too dangerous, she’d supposed, for just an HOUR or two while she sat on the steps outside the house --------- she couldn’t play after all, not in HER condition, but was pleasant to sit in the sun for a while, relax.
She’d been there for a WHILE, when a figure caught her eye. Her daughter, a few yards away, sensed her mother’s sudden APPREHENSIVE air and stopped, grabbing her cousin’s arm.
“ CHILDREN, go back inside. ”
Charlie got herself to her BARE feet, steadying herself on the door as it closed behind her daughter and nephew. Her stare was particularly fixed, READY --------- no one came around there, there was no NEED to check on the poor, crippled Robespierre brother, and rumours of her presence were, of course, entirely UNSUBSTANTIATED.
“ Who are you, and what do you WANT, monsieur ?? ”
There was no kind of hospitality to her voice, no chance that she could END this without some kind of physical violence --------- this was her turf, after all, and the retribution for TRESPASS could be quite spectacular.
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( ☆ ) she swallows nervously, green eyes darting from side to side before returning her gaze to the man before her. why are you afraid? your father is dead, your guardian the richest man in the world. this man will not bring harm to you--though, the princess notes, the count certainly looks a bit disturbed when he hears his name.
❛ my lord, ❜ haydée begins cautiously ❛ do you know--recall anything about ali pasha of ioannina? ❜
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‘ the french team --- garbage. ‘ he huffs , leaning back against the back of his chair. ‘ I mean , your seeker is good enough , I guess. but that keeper o’ yours? jeez. ‘
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※ This was not the first time he had met the man before him, but every time he was face-to-face with Bonaparte, Lafayette hoped it would be the last. While, yes, he likely owed this man his life, Lafayette couldn’t stand his ideals, couldn’t stand watching what he had done to his precious homeland. Not to mention the grudge - yes, he was still holding one - over the fact that he wasn’t invited to Washington’s memorial service, and, from whispers he had heard, he hadn’t even been mentioned. “Monsieur Bonaparte,” he greeted, his hands going to lace together behind his back. “What can I do for you on this lovely evening?” Lafayette did his best to keep his voice calm and controlled, his eyes focused on the shorter man as he made no move to shake hands - he had no intention of making peace with the man, not today.
“You were right. As per usual.” (LETS DO THIS)
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“Of course, I’m always right,” he started confidently, then faltered for a moment. “Euh - actually, I think maybe we are even on that.” Napoleon looked at the other... Napoleon, still entirely unsure how the other - himself - ended up right before him. “In German mythology, it is called a Doppelgänger. Yet, the main reason why it has not been proven is because if the two clones see each other, the real one will die. Neither of us are dead - at least, I do not think so. Therefore... are we both real?” He gave the other man a cautionary poke, fearful that he would vanish all of a sudden. It would make things easier, at least.
—— The road you walk on seems to be paved with gold. “ He follows his victories, DISTANT SPECTATOR of the splendor of one's fate. Though he doesn't know if it his jealousy that fuels his curiosity or simply RESPECT, he must admit that this man is rewritting History's rule with a certain panache. —— You truly are destined to Grandeur, Good Sir. “ X | @watcrloo
I love your portrayal tbh;;;; you really managed to capture his personality and when I read your threads i feel as I'm reading the musical in a book version !!! Also your aesthetic & symbolism!!! I lov
HONEST OPINIONS // ACCEPTING !!
!!!!! tha n k y ou omg !! and right back @ u tbh like,,,, i know legit Nothing abt napoleon but ur passion for ur muse is so awe - inspiring & i love reading ur things !!
