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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 17, 2013 0:21:38 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; Before the dragon professor can even mention a word, he suddenly has slender arms looped around his neck and tiny hands that should belong to a fairy hold his chin. The expression on the boy's face is one of such exuberant joy that he can feel the ice in his heart melting at the speed of light. It's as if the seasons decided to skip spring altogether and dove straight into the sticky heat of summer. The ice is melting dangerously quickly and Séverin's almost frightened. Biting his bottom lip slightly, he chides the boy, "W-Wipe that silly grin off your face. It's just a trip to the café to fetch a few sweets. N-N-Nothing more." But what hurts him even more than Lune's joy is his disappointment. Somehow, he finds a strawberry flush strike the pallid hollow of his cheeks and he just knows he's blushing. "...Don't make them. I'll buy them. ...I-I'm the one who asked you on the date - "
Hold on. Did Lune just tell him the actual date? Was this boy so naïve as to not even be aware of what a date was? Good gracious, Séverin has his work cut out for him. With a small, exasperated sigh, he massages the temples beside his forehead. He doesn't have it in him to scold that gleeful face. He feels like God might strike him down for growing cross with an angel. "That's very talented of you, Mr. D'Eclair, but the date I was asking refers to the concept of two people enjoying each other's company."
"Now. Will that be a oui or a non?"
Perhaps he was lying when he said he didn't know French.
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 17, 2013 2:03:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] ... Oh, that date! Why couldn't have mister Séverin just said something along the lines of make a date instead? He was an English professor, right? He was certain that he could have said something much more easier so Lune wouldn't have troubles! Blushing to the tip of his ears, Lune looks away, his small lip opening in a circular 'o' shape then becoming a sheepish smile, as he combs through his white locks. "Ah, monsieur, you meant that date!" How silly he was - of course his professor knew the date of the month. But he had just tried to please his professor, that he'd basically made a fool of himself in order to do so. But when he doesn't hear the chastising or chiding coming along, he peeks from under his thick, white lashes to look at the man above, so tall, dark, and handsome, and merely lets out a small sigh.
Oh, woe was him. How was he ever - what, oui or non? What was going on? His face takes a hundred-eighty degree turn to look absolutely stunned, but that soon melts away to a childish, giggling expression, as he leans in to press a warm kiss against the other's temples, still holding his hands. "Are you mon petit rougissant serpentaire, mister Séverin?" He wasn't so sure of how he'd react, but instead, has a stroke of courage as the bell tolls overhead, merely dropping his head to kiss at the corner of the other's lips, shy yet firm, as he whispers against those surprisingly warm lips.
"Oui," he murmurs, as his lips split into a warm smile, "Je suis envoûter avec vous," I am enchanted by you, he says, all the thoughts and feelings of his sentimentality in that one, sweet whisper, "merci beacoup." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by séverin baudelaire on Jan 17, 2013 20:01:33 GMT -5
[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 80px]dragons and moons | [atrb=vAlign,top] tagged for sou; Ah, there goes that exquisite French again. Severin is no expert, but he does recognize mon petit. And he is certainly not little. "I've no idea what you just said," he sighs against the soft kisses to his temples, "but I am insulted if you just called me little." Like the child he is, Severin huffs, sticking out his chest like the proud dragon he aspires to be.
Before he can pout for too long, the corners of his lips are kissed and his sullen expression melts away. Gently, his slim fingers wrap around the other's wrist and he pulls Lune to the door. Slightly embarrassed, he allows the shadow to obscure his profile from view, but his small stutter betray his fake composure. "L-Let's just be off now, shall we?"
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 18, 2013 2:00:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Lune decides that he has a new addition to his 'favorite things to see' list, right next to seeing the sea and the sunset. It's called 'seeing mister séverin baudelaire blush', and it's pretty much on the first bullet point ever. Smiling, he takes the other's hand, squeezing lightly, before looking up at him solemnly. "You don't have to be all red and worried, mister. I promise I'll get you all safe! I mean, it's just ... love. I'm sure I can be your Cupidon!" Honestly, he doesn't know how to even take charge of the situation, but he's sure that he can do something, at least.
"I think you're quite handsome when you're red, mister séverin baudelaire."
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