Bonjour~.

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❝ i have finally found my home, &     it’s    with    you,    darling.❞

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Sorry I’ve been gone a while. I’m sick and I don’t feel up to roleplaying too much. Once I’m better I’ll be back!

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⚜   Anytime Sycamore travels, no matter the purpose, he will only ever ride his bike. He loves biking around the regions and taking in the sights and sounds of each new town he comes across.  ⚜    Because of his policy of taking his time and travelling slowly, Augustine Sycamore is rarely punctual. No matter what it is he needs to do he will always show up a little late even though he tries to leave ahead of time.

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            “Mon amour… In case you have heard I am not sure. I cannot help but to speak in rhyme. And before this ends there is still so much time…”       He half grumbles as the words flow from him.       How dare some anon do this on a whim!

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“How...How cuuuuuute!” He smiles happily and moves closer, hugging the taller man close to him. “Ah, you can only rhyme! Your truly poetic side will shine through. I am sure it will not be so difficult.”

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            He practically purred as the other ran his fingers against his       head, a low noise sounding deep in his chest and reverberating       through him.  “You’re beginning to sound like me, ma chère biche. You know as well as I that working until you can’t anymore is no       good for you.”

      He leaned down to press a kiss to his lover’s lips and then to his forehead.  “Bundle up, mon cher.  It’s terribly cold out there.  But then the coffee will help with that as well, non?”

                  He pulled the professor’s coat from the nearby hanger, handing it to him             before slipping into his own.  “Shall we be off?”

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   He leans up and kisses against his lips before letting his eyes flutter shut at the kiss to his forehead. He stayed there, content, for a moment or two before he took his coat. He put it over his lab coat and buttoned it up slowly. He reached into his pocket and let his thumb run over the pack of cigarettes and lighter he had there.    “Is it so surprising that you are beginning to rub off on me? You are my better half, mon amour.” He gave a light hearted laugh before moving towards the elevator down from his office.    “Ah yes, let us go. I cannot wait to get a magnificent cup of coffee with you, Lysandre.” He moved his fingers through his hair, moving it from his face even though he knew it would only become disheveled again.

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Dear Lysandre

Dear Lysandre,   Ah, you probably think me a fool for writing something like this especially since..you are, well, gone. You would tell me to concentrate on my work or perhaps find time to relax again. I cannot. I cannot stop thinking about you. You intrude my every thought and action.

   I suppose you always have but it is much more apparent now that I can no longer be near you. I was and still am addicted to you mon amour. I am going through withdrawal.

   The funeral I arranged was today even though your body could not be recovered from the rubble. I found you a beautiful casket to show just how wonderful you were in life.

   I am filled with too much sadness to even be poetic. Je suis désolé, mon amour. Je vais vous voir dans le paradis.

Yours Forever,Augustine

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Sycamore’s vices include smoking, caffine, and wine. But never more than two at a time. He smokes when he is frustrated and stressed. He will occasionally take a cup of coffee with a cigarette, however he will never drink wine when he is stressed or frustrated. He starts his mornings with at least three cups of coffee with breakfast and always makes sure he has a steady supply throughout the day but normally he tries not to smoke first thing in the morning and will wait until about an hour or so before lunch to have his first cigarette of the day.

Sycamore has been blessed with a god-like alcohol tolerance. He will only drink a glass or two of white wine with his supper but afterwards he will switch to red wine. It takes him finishing an entire bottle and a half on his own to even feel the least bit tipsy. He drinks not so much for the feeling of being drunk but rather the atmosphere that alcohol will set. Anytime he drinks with Lysandre he is very, very happy. Occasionally they will take breaks from drinking to enjoy a cigarette together or other activities.

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            He let out a low sigh, letting his fingers run through the other’s       hair in an attempt to help him relax.  “Ah, I am sorry, mon amour…”       He pressed a kiss to the side of his head, letting his nose rest in his messy hair.

      “Air and a cigarette will do you wonders.  Perhaps we can go to the cafe?  A cup of coffee and a walk may do you even better.”

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   “There is nothing to be sorry about, my love. This is not the first wall I have come across in my research and it certainly will not be the last. I know if I keep working at it I will find my answers.” He smiled when he felt the other’s nose pressing into his hair. He moved his hand to pet the back of his lover’s head.    He stood from his desk and stretched his arms out above his head, leaning back just a little. “Well then it’s about time we’re off. I do not want to spend another minute looking at these papers when I could be looking at you mon cher lion.”

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            He watches over the other’s shoulder fondly, content to simply       observe his lover at work.  He notes the way his brow furrows and his       tongue pokes out ever so slightly when he’s concentrating and he would       be tempted to brush the hair from his face if he didn’t know that the       other was far more comfortable with it not being moved when he was       in work mode.

      Instead he simply stands back, waiting until the other has set down what he’s working on for a moment to rest a hand on his shoulder.  “It’s not often that you are the one working without a break, mon amour.  Have you made some sort of breakthrough?”

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   He had nearly forgotten that Lysandre was in the room with him. When he felt the hand he tensed just a bit until he heard the voice that always managed to calm him. He let out a long sigh and pressed his forefingers and middle fingers to his temples.     “Au contraire,  mon chère. I have not made a breakthrough in days. I thought working continuously would help my thought process but, hélas, it has only succeeded in frustrating me even further.”    He ran a hand through his hair, thinking to himself before turning away from his work with a sigh. “Perhaps some air and une cigarette would do me some good.”

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A huge grin split the boy’s face as the professor acknowledged his Ralts. The tiny Pokemon was indefinitely his pride and joy, so anyone who compliments him is basically complimenting Wally as well. “Yes,” he chirped happily, reaching down and picking his companion up off of the ground, “He’s the whole reason I’m here right now. If it hadn’t been for Ralts, I would probably still be back in Verdanturf right now.”

Ralts was his motivation, his determination, and most importantly, his happiness. Without his best friend, he was nothing but limited little boy.

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He couldn’t help but laugh quietly when he saw the reaction he got from Wally. “Verdanturf? Alors! You have come quite a long way on your journey. You should be quite proud of yourselves, non?” He moved closer to the two of them to get a bit of a closer look at Ralts. 

“Ah, there is nothing more heartwarming than the love between a trainer and his pokemon. Tell me do you have any gym badges or are you taking your time with your journey and enjoying all of the sights and sounds?”

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The thought of not being with you…..                          I can’t  b r e a t h e

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