Las Levendas REBOOT - Offical Thread

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LOCATION: HER HOUSE // DECEMBER 2ND

“Didn’t I already say that you would look like a wildman?” she looked confused. What was Gaston talking about? Was she supposed to imagine something about him? She, Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, couldn’t realise he was flirting with her. (I think; I’m not sure…) Goodness, what had happened to her? She was acting weird, and that was not alright. “See? Even you know that I’m right.” Aphro sighed. He was such an idiot. “Yes, you’re right…” she lied, subtly rolling her eyes. She looked back her him, who had a wide grin on his face. He looked cute to her. He slowly stroked her cheek, to which she smiled and turned away. She liked this. She didn’t want this to stop. Never. (Girl, he’s the most toxic person you’ll ever find on Earth. RUN.) Gaston had never been this affectionate to her. Aphro had started wondering if he liked her. (NO, HE DOESN’T. RUN WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE.)

“What do you think? What am I doing…?” he moved closer to her, tightening his grip around her waist. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her face felt hot. Was he going to kiss her? ‘Please…’ she thought and closed her eyes, hoping their lips would touch. Only a second would be good with her! She had never been that desperate. Usually, the men and women were the desperate ones, wanting to spend a pleasurable night with Aphro. She rarely slept with others. (Gaston should consider himself lucky.) She only had her eyes on Ares and had never cheated on him… until now. Ares was the only person she was interested in back then. She never would’ve imagined herself swooning over a random man she had met – maybe a few weeks back – who she didn’t know a thing about.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he started screaming, “What are YOU doing?” Shxt. She shouldn’t have pushed his hand away. Of course, he noticed. And now he was mad. She immediately opened her eyes and stared at him. ‘Great, Aphro.’ she thought and clenched her fists. So close. They were so close- and she just had to ruin their moment! “Wait, no- no, I- I didn’t mean to do that-t!” she started stuttering. “Your- Your hand must h-have slipped- slipped off… haha…” she chuckled nervously, diverting her gaze. (HOLD YOURSELF TOGETHER, WOMAN.) He was telling about how neither of them wasn’t interested in doing anything. That wasn’t true. She didn’t want him to go, no. “Gaston, you’ve got it all wrong- I-” she tried explaining herself. “Oh, and don’t pretend to be so concerned all of a sudden!” She sighed. It hurt when he said that. She cared about him. She really did. “JUST STOP!” she snapped and pulled his face closer, crashing her lips to his. (Haha, I totally didn’t steal that from Episode Official stories.) She pulled away after a solid minute and stared at him. She couldn’t believe she had done that.


@SUNFLOWER.FLOW // This is probably the longest post I’ve written for Aphro :flushed:

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Present day ~ December 3rd

|| a GaFou song for your reading pleasure ||


Gaston was circling around. He was angry, no… furious. He felt as if he was about to explode. Yesterday Belle had insulted him, then Aphro made fun of him… and now this goddamn waitress was treating him like he was some kind of idiot. How could that be? It was unfair. Gaston wished he had put more time into making sure she had been fired.

Well… how long was he supposed to stand here like that? It was freezing cold outside as if the weather had changed along with his mood. Gaston tried hard to hide his grinding teeth. He should have dressed warmer, but then he wouldn’t have been able to show off his perfect chest. The world wouldn’t have forgiven him that.

LeFou finally deigned to run out of the store. There was a look of surprise on his face as if he didn’t understand Gaston’s behavior. Wasn’t his reaction obvious? Anyone would do the same thing he did. “Well, finally… What was taking you so long?” Gaston snapped at him. His friend was arduously a burden. And… the way he behaved in the cafe also made Gaston irritated.

This whole coffee situation. What a horror that was. How could his friend lead to something like that? He made Gaston look like a laughingstock. It was LeFou’s fault. Only his. Gaston made no mistake. The man stared at his friend for a moment longer. He observed his quivering pupils and chubby cheeks that now seemed redder than usual. Probably from the cold. Gaston just snorted and looked away, unable to pay more attention to his companion. He was disgusted with him at the moment. With his short posture, his thick hair, his barely visible freckles, and his full, pinkish lips. However, what he could not stand the most, was his friend’s clumsiness… Ah, really, LeFou could drive him crazy sometimes.

Gaston strode forward, his massive boots sinking into larger and larger drifts of snow. He was silent, letting LeFou understand that he had tarnished Gaston’s ego and deserved the punishment of quietness. The wind beat him in the face. It loosened his ponytail again and again, and more strands of hair fell over his stone-cold face. Gaston was directing them somewhere they had never gone to before. Somewhere even Gaston didn’t think he would ever happen to come to.

Today, however, he felt he had to finally do it. He had to face what he had been running from. He turned into the left alley and sighed deeply. “LeFou.” Gaston mercifully ended the silent treatment. His friend suffered enough. “We shall never go to that café again. The service there is terrible, and besides…,” He shoved his hands into his pockets, clenching them into fists. He wasn’t gazing at his friend. “You made me look like a fool.” Maybe it was for the best that he didn’t turn his piercing blue eyes to LeFou. His pupils seemed to darken and became empty… as if anger swallowed the life from them. This joy, that manifested itself through tiny sparks. Gaston was frowning, and all his face stiffened. LeFou really made him furious. And that waitress. Gaston shook his head in disbelief. He was the least deserving of such treatment of all people in the world.

“Maybe now you can finally be of some use…” Gaston muttered contemptuously. He was stabbing the metaphorical knife into his friend’s back even farther. Probably breaking his heart more than usual. As if the earlier comments against him were not sufficient enough. “We’re going to Bella’s bookstore,” he explained, though it seemed clear to him. Where else could they go, if not there?

It was the next step in their relationship. Gaston’s appearing at Belle’s territory.

She showed the initiative to appear in the tavern. She also seemed to want Gaston to show up at her “other home”. By the way, he might as well check if she has changed her mind about their meeting today.

Gaston wasn’t going to give her satisfaction of winning that easily, however. It would absolutely be a surprise to her when he’d walk through the door of her book shop in all his glory. It will amaze her positively. Nevertheless, Gaston was not going to let her succeed just like that. After all, it was because of her that he had to sleep somewhere else. She couldn’t win this battle that easily. So Gaston decided that even though he would visit her bookstore, he would give her a minimum of his attention. He would go through a few comics, flirt secretly with a few female employees. It will surely make her jealous. Maybe even (unless LeFou made it even tougher for him on their way to the shop), he would also honor his friend with a conversation. It will best be about how majestic Gaston will look against the background of the colorful edges of the novels.

“Your task will be to choose the book. We’ve already talked about it. ”After a long silence, Gatson explained what he would need LeFou for. He gave him lots of tasks today, but that was LeFou’s role in this unusual relationship of theirs. From Gaston’s perspective, he had saved LeFou many times… so now, LeFou had a lifelong debt to pay. Gaston unscrupulously gave him the most difficult tasks to complete. “I will distract Belle while you buy her a present. Isn’t that a good plan?"

The road was extremely slippery, and Gaston’s shoes were not adapted to icy surfaces. He could barely keep his balance, and knowing that a single slip could put him on top of his friend, was only helping him with walking evenly. Only now did he look at his companion. Though his eyebrows and lips still expressed distress, there was a faint gleam of sympathy in Gaston’s eyes.

“LeFou, I’ve already mentioned that …” he sighed softly. “But Belle and I had a terrible fight yesterday, sadly.” He needed to talk to someone about it. He felt something heavy was laying on his heart. He couldn’t tell Aphro about that… and LeFou was the well for all his problems. “She didn’t want to …” he grunted. He didn’t know how to put it into words. “She didn’t feel like… I mean… she was cold towards me when I suggested…” he shook his head, feeling it was stupid. Talking about it would only make him look worse in the eyes of his friend. LeFou can’t, after all, find out that Belle was disgusted with her husband. Disgusted… it was such a harsh word… How can anyone resent him? The Gaston? “Ah, nevermind.” He grunted harshly, feeling the rock lying on his heart, crushing it more and more…


@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou

YOUR POST WAS SO GOOD! I hope mine was satisfying. Also I imagine LeFou singing the song to Gaston, yes

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I smiled and gave Archer a quick peck before walking to the shower. I chsnged out of my clothes and saw just had bruised up I am… Well compared to normal. The purple spots looked like spread out parts of my decaying skin and around my stomach and ribs, It looked the worse. “So much for getting better” I mumbled before I stepped into the shower. Every movement from taking of my clothes, to taking the shower, but it also felt good and relaxing.

When I was done, I walked back and hugged Archer from behind. “Are you ready to face the cokd?” I asked.
@bpalmer

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The situation seemed to have been resolved. The children will get a new ball, and the woman will live another day. Arthur was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately… he had to hold his breath for a few more seconds. Apparently, the red-haired girl was not entirely convinced if she should spend money on such promising young people. Arthur didn’t feel obligated to accompany her to the store…, but he felt sorry for her. As probably anyone who would notice the heavy-hearted expression on the woman’s face now would.

“Miss,” he said and tapped her shoulder. “I can borrow you some money,” he suggested, trying his best not to make it sound like an attempt in offering an immoral proposal to her. The last thing he wanted was such a scandal. He pulled a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket - the paper was slightly creased. Arthur smoothed it with his healthy hand. He felt that this amount would be enough to buy a decent ball. Maybe not one that will win the battle against car tires. On the other hand, such a ball would have to be made of steel to be so durable… but then more and more children would start to go to the hospital due to the increasing number of broken toes.

Arthur smiled sympathetically at the woman (after the not-so-sympathetic money situation) and went back to his bench and the pigeons. Birds began pecking at his boots, and Arthur hurriedly tossed more crumbs of bread at them. He had to somehow protect his feet from their sharp spouts.

He touched the spot where the ball had hit him. He felt his temple slowly swell and bulge dangerously. After the painful pain, a grand purplish bruise will remain. Arthur knew this was going to be a sensation at the police station. ‘Our boss got into a fight’, ‘Maybe he just slipped in the snow’… or more unfortunate gossip: ‘Surely some woman must have slapped him.’ Such rumors will probably start circulating among the policemen. And Arthur’s explains would only add to the wave of guesses and hypothesis. As if the life of a policeman did not provide enough adrenaline. In his mental diary, Arthur noted that he must quickly buy a full-coverage powder.

Arthur sighed softly, enjoying this long-awaited moment of peace. It did not last long. The red-haired woman obviously wanted a few more minutes of his time. Not that it was valuable by any means.

Comically she thanked him for his help. Arthur didn’t think she’s ever had anything to do with the police before… at least not in a positive way. “Miss, you don’t have to tha-… Kim?” Arthur raised an eyebrow. Did he really look like a Kim? This was probably the first time he has ever been called that. He was usually told his name should be Christian, but Arthur never quite understood why. “I’m Arthur.” He explained because he preferred the name given to him by his parents. “What’s your name?” he asked courteously. He was tired of calling her ‘Miss’. It was strange considering their age difference and Arthur being the older of the two of them.

She continued talking, but Arthur didn’t seem to be listening. He nodded where it felt right to do so but remained silent. Arthur thought the woman would be grateful to him for that. He was not the best interlocutor. Actually… the man was hopeless when it came to conversations. More than contributing to the dialogue, he preferred to examine her behavior. She spoke hesitantly. She didn’t know how to deal with him. Was it because of his age or his profession? She had an innocent smile on her face, which made her look like she should have been sent to prison a long time ago. The jacket she was wearing had deep pockets. Maybe it was a strange new fashion that Arthur would never understand… or she was hiding something inside it.

She offered to go to the store with her, and Arthur wanted to refuse. He wasn’t on duty. He had more important things on his mind. Besides, the kids wouldn’t hurt her anymore. They cared too much about a new ball. Even now, they were talking about it, arguing whether it should be black and white or green and yellow.

The woman surprised him. Maybe she sensed his uncertainty, but she pulled out an ace and threw it on the table. Arthur didn’t have any aces up his sleeve. He didn’t even know how to play cards. “It is true. More and more people are disappearing.” He noted. Arthur wanted to give himself time to decide. The young person in front of him was a sophisticated but seasoned player. Nor did she look like an exemplary citizen, so Arthur thought it was better not to leave her unattended. If he goes, he will learn more about her. If he doesn’t… “Fine. I will be your escort.” He concluded. His wife would not forgive him if he refused.

Arthur smiled at the boys, who reciprocated with a soft huff. Lovely. One of them - a black-haired boy with so many moles that it would be surprising if one of them did not turn out to be a hidden skin disease, was looking at Arthur. The man felt uncomfortable under his gaze. The little’s eyes turned to his metal hand. Disgust appeared on his face. A quiet discussion began between the boys. Arthur felt like a child again.

He remembered when he was seven years old. He didn’t have a hand, which made him a phenomenon - a strange scientific accident. It has been speculated that he lost it in a fire or it was bitten by a tiger. There was also a kid who watched horror movies in the absence of his parents. He p!ssed in his panties, which he would never change so that no one would find out about his nocturnal doings. He had his own assumptions. He stated that when Arthur was still in his mother’s belly (the word “womb” did not yet exist in their dictionaries), he had a twin brother who devoured his hand. Apparently, Arthur, out of anger, absorbed his unborn brother. Arthur knew now that this was not the case, but as a child, he thought about it all the time. He eventually confessed to his mother that he had eaten his twin, and she began to wonder when she failed as a mother.

Finally, his stepfather gave him a robotic hand, and Arthur hoped he would start being treated ordinarily in high school. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Acne-faced paragons threw him out of their gangs because Arthur was disabled. They thought he couldn’t play football, or he would scare off girls. Though as, for the latter, Arthur thought it was more the fault of not-so-stubbly chins and gel-slick hair. The fairer sex, on the other hand, wondered if a boy with a metal hand would satisfy their bed needs. They probably agreed on ‘no’ because neither of them accepted his desperate invitations to the prom.

Arthur put his hand in his pocket, feeling a wave of embarrassment flooding over him. He felt inferior to the youngster. Although he was technically more powerful than him due to his old age and job status.

He sighed, wanting to get it over with. “So, where is this store?”


@unsungcheerio ~ Anastasia Tremaine

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Previous day ~ December 2nd


Gaston and Aphro hardly spoke to each other. Their conversations were usually filled with loud onomatopoeias rather than articulated compound sentences. Recently, however, they have started doing something called ‘dialogue’ - their own games, in which the side that calms down faster won. Gaston wondered if it was a good change or a bad one. In the end, he decided it was best not to think about it.

Now they were also having one of these conversations. Gaston seemed to take the lead until Aphro drove him to the last stage of frustration. He was condescending, as befits a true gentleman. He didn’t believe she could have given up on his touch. Didn’t she desire him? It was agonizing.

Perhaps Gaston might even have believed that she was acting like this because that was not what they agreed on. It was pure business - pure s*x with no strings attached. It can’t be complicated. They just couldn’t know anything about each other, they couldn’t speak to each other, and they couldn’t spend the night on the couch in her living room, wine in hand, watching a movie, as she cuddled up close to his chest.

They broke the first rule when they found out about their spouses, and Gaston admitted that only his friend knew about their affair. The second one, when Gaston stayed with her longer than usual, and the conversation was on their lips. They were to break the third one now.

Ah, and it would be best if they didn’t kiss outside of the bedroom. It was known that they should treat such intimacy as less sophisticated foreplay. Aphro stopped adhering to this principle. She kissed him against all reason. Worst of all, it was a sign that they had gone too far. That now jealousy, understatements, and possessiveness would creep into their relationship.

Gaston did not move her away from him. He slipped his hand into her hair and pushed her even closer to his chest. It was too late to end it now. Gaston felt a sense of pride. It was ridiculous considering he’s caught up in another serious relationship and would now have to buy two crystal necklaces instead of one for the celebrations. Despite this, he felt satisfied. Because he knew Aphro would break eventually. He won the lottery game - he guessed all the numbers. He calculated his match well, and even though they both lost, it felt like he was the first to cross the finish line.

He didn’t say anything. Words were redundant, after all. His smile of pride was enough to humiliate Aphro. She liked him, and now she was no longer the “special” one. She became the same as the rest - in love with a man who did not take off his wedding ring even during a night with another woman. He knew very well that it was only a matter of time.

He kissed her neck as if reminding her why they were really meeting here. “Well…” he muttered into her ear, hoping it made her more embarrassed than before. She bared her heart to him, and now he could use it however he wanted. Aphro would never give up on him. He would melt into her brain until only his name would circulate in its lobes.

He moved away from her just enough to make her understand that “something more” was not an option here. At the same time, however, he touched her knee with his knee, thus expressing his delight with her mute confession. “So what movie would we like to watch?” he changed the subject as if nothing had happened. He proposed that they should see ‘Being John Malkovich’ because he thought there should be a portal leading to his consciousness as well. He stated that it would obviously be in demand.


@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis

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december third >> gaston

|| wow look at this song that TOTALLY fits this ship and is not me just putting BTS into everything ||

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His friend was pacing, leaving deep, heavy footprints in the snow as he did so. His face had contorted into one of complete and utter fury-he literally seemed as lobster-red as his coat, the puffs of air escaping from his nose, becoming momentarily visible before fading into the crisp air. He did stop his walking-in-circles, eyes piercing through LeFou as he stumbled out the door. He had been as quick as he could, but apparently not quick enough for his friend, who snapped, “Well, finally…What was taking you so long?” The air was frosty, and nipped at LeFou’s small nose and round cheeks as he made it through the doorway, leaving small, stinging sensations. But he did not seem to feel these-what stung the most was Gaston’s face, and the tone, harsher than any blizzard or snowstorm. LeFou hung his head. Gaston was right. It had taken him a while to reach his coat, and shove his arms into it-in fact, it wasn’t even buttoned, exposing his sweater to the fierce cold. He did try. He tried not to let his mind wander to the fact that if he was not so short, he wouldn’t have struggled so much. But under Gaston’s judgmental, scolding gaze…it was difficult. “I’m sorry Gaston.” Was all he could manage, muttering it to the snow instead of his friend.

He was regretting the way he behaved in the coffee shop. It was his fault-drinking from Gaston’s cup-how could one make such a mistake? He was the one who had confused Gaston-the one who was making Gaston feel so terrible right now. He was the one who had escalated the situation. He looked up at Gaston-not wanting to be disrespectful. Once again, his with that stone-cold stare. Gaston’s face was perfection-chiseled like a statue. The small pinch of red at the tip of his nose gave the effect of a rosy glow-whilst LeFou resembled a sweaty clown. wth is this line i am so sorry And then, he snorted. As if the man-who was trembling-and not just from the cold-was a ridiculous fool. And he turned away-not able to bear the sight of LeFou anymore. LeFou stared at his feet guiltily.

LeFou followed after Gaston like a dog-a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs and with it’s ears down, pressed against it’s thinly-haired head. But unlike a scolded dog-he did not whine. He was completely silent, just like Gaston. His feet sank into the snow drifts, leaving prints next to Gaston’s large boot-prints. Of course he did not speak, Gaston did not want him to. Gaston was angry with him-and this was his punishment. LeFou preferred this to scolding, though. Being berated by his best friend was hard to bear. At least this way, the only person nailing awful, hateful things into LeFou’s head was himself. Of course, he was also paying attention to Gaston, and the way his hair fell from it’s tie, letting black hair tumble over broad shoulders. But in this moment, it was impossible to find even a smidge of joy. He was trudging, now, footprints becoming oddly-shaped and blurred.

They turned a corner, LeFou lingering behind slightly. And that is when Gaston’s deep voice could be heard again. “LeFou.” Showing mercy, delivering the olive branch, perhaps. “We shall never go to that cafe again. The service there is terrible and besides…” Before LeFou could chuckle and crack a bit of a joke, Gaston’s hands slipped into pockets, becoming tight fists, visible even though the thick fabric. “You made me look like a fool.” One might think that the fact that Gaston was not looking at LeFou softened the blow of the words. But this was not true. It felt like LeFou’s heart was being clenched, twisted. He was the fool. How could he have done this? The blue eyes that had sparkled while Gaston chuckled, the sky-colored orbs that had stared at LeFou while he smiled-they were not present at this moment. They were storm-colored and dark. LeFou opened his mouth, but he could not even speak. He felt like he was drowning, in those lifeless, stormy eyes. His eyes bulged, his throat continued to tighten. Gaston only shook his head disapprovingly.

“Maybe now you can finally be of some use…” A dark mutter came from Gaston’s lips-though to LeFou, it was not pitch-black, instead, allowing a thin ray of hope to shine through-a chance at redemption. “We’re going to Belle’s bookstore.” He stated-this was a fact. An obvious fact. LeFou waited for him to continue-though he already suspected that this was the time he would be picking a book out-one Belle would adore-one that would make Gaston out to be the perfect husband. Which, of course, he was.

Gaston seemed to be thinking, about what, LeFou was not sure. Perhaps he was questioning whether LeFou’s his plan would work. Perhaps he was thinking about the way Belle’s eyes would sparkle, and her perfect teeth would show as she held the book in her hands. “Your task will be to choose the book. We’ve already talked about it.” He finally said, verifying LeFou’s guess. He nodded-slowly at first. “I will distract Belle while you buy her a present. Isn’t that a good plan?” He felt surprised-though his face was frozen still. Belle’s going to be there? He did not ask this-if Gaston was wrong-which he probably wasn’t, he would rather be the wrong with Gaston than right. “It’s a great plan.” LeFou agreed, trying to smile.

The road was iced over and slippery, LeFou had to stop dragging his feet to be sure he wouldn’t slip. If he did, he would likely crash into Gaston, knocking them both into the snow. He would ruin things once more-and embarrass Gaston further. His coat would be drenched, they would both be freezing. Falling on the ice, and not into a snow drift, was a very dangerous thought. He tried to stop-none of this had even happened-why was he lingering on it? Besides, there was something else to be distracted by-the interesting look his friend was giving him. Though he still looked…unhappy, there was an interesting shine behind them. Though LeFou had always found those eyes absolutely breathtaking. Perhaps, he was just seeing things.

“LeFou, I’ve already mentioned that…” A soft sigh-one that did not emit confidence. “But Belle and I had a terrible fight yesterday, sadly.” He did look genuinely sad-as if his heart was weighing him down. He did not seem very Gaston-like. Of course, to LeFou, he looked amazing, but even LeFou could tell something was not right. Would he get an explanation? Perhaps the fight with Belle had put him in this foul mood. Perhaps Gaston did not see all of this as LeFou’s fault. Perhaps, he was not a worthless, good-for-nothing friend, at least not wholly. “She didn’t want to…” He grunted, not finishing. Didn’t want to what? LeFou’s eyes revealed mild curiosity, his heart was burning with curiosity. “She didn’t feel like… I mean… she was cold towards me when I suggested…” He could not meet LeFou’s eyes, nor get out the rest of the words. “Ah, nevermind.” He gave up, grunting again. LeFou had to focus. His expression could not be sympathetic-Gaston was not one to be pitied. No hope or excitement-this was not the time for positivity. “Please…go on.” LeFou implored, trying to sound comforting and succeeding wowowo. “You can tell me anything. You know I’m on your side.”

o r p - @sunflower.flow - omggg made it just in time ^-^ hope you enjoy one of my favorite BTS songs that barely fits the mood but oh well :sparkles: your post was AMAZING, and though I could not match it in amazing-ness, i did beat it in words :smirk: LeFou would definitely sing your song to Gaston :sob:

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Archer
I had finished the dishes and I had made sure to evaluate my own bruises I had managed a black eye and a possibly broken nose as pretty much the only damage I had. I smiled as I felt Gen wrap his arms around me while I put the clean dishes away. I leaned in gently to ensure I didnt hurt him more. “Yeah I guess if you are I need my coat and hat and stuff though still.” I say as I turn around and kiss him quickly as I go to grab my gear. “Did you get fresh clothes from the closet when you showered. I mean my clothes fit you so just wear them unless you want to get some clothes for yourself while we are out.” I say as I put my hat on and smile.
@Meekepeek Im so sorry I didnt know you were waiting on me next time just tell me after a day or two

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“Make sure you’re wearing two layers, icicle” I joked as I felt him lean in. “I did steal some of your clothes for the time being and put all our dirty clothes in the washer,” I said and turned him around as I stick out my arm. “But ‘they fir me’ wouldn’t be the words I would use,” I say as the sleeves were too long, and I had to fold the end of the pants to make sure they fitted. “We can get clothes another time, once my other clothes are clean again, I can wear them for a few more days, so no rush” I reassured him. “Now get your second layer and everything else so we can go” I joked.
@bpalmer
oh don’t worry, I thought I was the one making you wait.

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Archer
I giggle and put a sweat shirt over my long sleeve before I put my winter coat on. “I have smaller clothes in the bottom of my closet that I out grew.” I say as I kiss him and smile. “Thanks for putting the dirty clothes in the washer. Ill state the laundry when we get back home.” I say as I pull a smaller sweatshirt from a bucket in my closet. “Here this should be smaller and fit better Gen.” I hand it too him as I pull my hat and gloves on. “These are all yours if they fit I can’t wear any of them anyway.” I say as I kiss him and head for the door. “You ready?”
@Meekepeek

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I chuckle and take the shirt but put it away. “I will try them on later. I’m already proud I managed to wear these and the long sleeves aren’t bad so I think I’m going to stick to these” I tell him and waited for him to fiinish changing before I nodded. “yes, let’s go” I said and we walked out.

Going down the stairs was painful but doable. It was an actual relief to be down and we started walking outside. I was more on guard this time, but those punks didn’t show up again. Only after we got on the bus, however, was I able to relax a little.

While we were on the bus, I took Archer’s hand. We were ond of the only few in the bus so no one was paying us attention anyway. I later rested my head on his shoulder as I watched the buildings pass by.
@bpalmer

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Archer
I nodded as he told me he would try stuff on later and I didnt mind I just wanted him to know that if they fit he could keep them. I giggled as he talked about being proud to wear my stuff and the sleeves not being too bad. “Thats my sweat shirt from high school. It has my high school name on it.” I say as I giggle a little. “It says Archer on the back I think.”

I walked slowly downstairs a little worried about Gen now that the adrenaline had worn off. He seemed to be managing but the slow pace was definitely helping too. I held his hand as we walked to the bus I knew he was hesitant about it so I didnt let it last long.

I smiled when we got on the bus and he took my hand. I was glad here he felt comfortable enough for that. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder as he laid his head on my but I made sure to keep ahold of his hand too. I wasn’t letting his hand go any time soon
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Present day ~ December 3rd

|| This one will make you cry ||


Gaston was hard to soothe, especially now that his marital situation was not the greatest. So Gaston used his friend’s mishaps to rightfully direct his anger at him. His lips became a straight line, his eyes narrowed, and his nose was restlessly inhaling and exhaling the cold air. Obviously, Gaston was angry. But why? Such questions belonged to the enigma riddles.

Gaston could be upset about anything. Weird gaze cast at him, inappropriate words, or inaccurate hand movement. Sometimes his anger resulted from successive overlapping of unfortunate events. The balloon slowly filled until it burst with a loud bang - Gaston would lose control. Sometimes he revealed where his sudden impulsiveness came from. Sometimes he expected his interlocutor to figure it out themselves. But it wasn’t required to understand why Gaston was upset… what was necessary was an apology. LeFou knew it perfectly well. The first thing he did was mumble those magical words. Gaston frowned, and as they walked in silence, he thought long about what he should do about that fact.

Has the plea been accepted? Could Gaston forgive so quickly? No. Certainly not. If someone offended him, it was remembered forever. Kept in a specific archive and brought to the surface when it could hurt the most. He shouldn’t make an exception for anyone. It would be unacceptable. “LeFou.” He started again, but this time it wasn’t about the books. “Next time… try to stick to your cup.” Now, it was the last time. The second time, Gaston wouldn’t forgive him that soon. No. Certainly not.

People hid in shops or rushed quickly to their apartments. Gaston and LeFou steadily headed for the bookstore - no snowstorm could ever stop them. Although fate gave him clear signs that it would be better if they turned back. Good thing Gaston didn’t believe in such things. He considered himself a pragmatic man - although he did not know for sure what it meant.

His friend followed faithfully alongside him. He accompanied him silently, his unbuttoned jacket flowing in the breeze. A soft sweater, exposed to the ungrateful weather, protruded from underneath it. “LeFou,” Gaston spoke suddenly. Without looking at his friend, he muttered… nicer than usual. “Button up. It is cold.”

Talking about himself was something Gaston adored. He did it every day. Such a self-centered routine to make himself even more aware of his perfection. Women praised him too. They admired his hair and muscular chest. LeFou was undeniably the only man in Gaston’s life who was not ashamed to verbally cherish him. Praise poured out of him like sweet candies from a piniãta. The men were used to it, and no one wondered if it was out of the ordinary for male friendships or not.

“I know… I know it’s a good plan,” but every praise from LeFou caused a sharp sensation to flow through his veins. An electrifying excitement, that was. This time, Gaston blamed it on the cold air. It was probably because of it that he trembled slightly. It couldn’t be his friend’s compliment.

Yes, it must have been because of the snow, which was falling more and more. The blizzard was getting stronger and stronger - a sharp icy hail aimed straight at Gaston’s cheeks. His face grew more ruddy with each stroke. The icy road did not help. They couldn’t go faster… then the possibility of falling would turn into a fact. The man covered himself with his jacket, wrapping his arms around his body. He hid his shaking hands under his armpits.

The frost obviously froze not only Gaston’s fingers but his friend’s brain as well. Did he really not understand what Gaston meant? “LeFou…” he whimpered, looking up. LeFou did not give up despite his friend’s protests. He assured Gaston could tell him anything. The man pulled his hands out from under his armpits. They got warmer already. “I’ve always wanted sons.” Gaston continued evasively, although his friend should know what he was referring to. It was obvious. Bright as the sun. Maybe even more dazzling. Everything about Gaston shone brighter than the largest star in the galaxy. “I mentioned it to her last night. I thought she knew that offsprings were very important to me. Six handsome sons - that would be something." He continued without slowing down, even though the road was getting slippery. “And she said, you wouldn’t believe it… she said there was nothing to rush into. I thought I was going to punch something,” he confessed. “Before, when I had given her some attention, you know what kind of attention, she seemed almost… well, unconvinced.” Gaston snorted. Belle didn’t treat him like a wife should treat her husband. Yet, the unsaid part of the marriage vow said that the wife is supposed to please her husband. It was not mentioned aloud because it was not appropriate to state around the guests. “Anyway, I can’t even explain it rationally. All her excuses are just frustrating. ‘I am too tired, Gaston. I won’t be of any use at that state’.”

He wondered if LeFou agreed with his vision of an ideal reality? Gaston thought about that a lot. He was sure that the world he created was an imagination of the needs and dreams of every human being - such a universal utopia. Everyone would like to have six sons and a beautiful wife. Besides, to live in a grand, extravagant house away from the city’s hustle and bustle. A mansion with a gorgeous garden, two dogs, and a nice car. Who could wish for something else?

LeFou was a mystery to Gaston because he did not seem to pursue this dream. Already in his youth, he was not hanging around potential candidates for a wife. Gaston decided it was his job to find him a perfect bride. Redhead girl seemed to be a good match, but Gaston thought LeFou was unlikely to form a long-term relationship with her. Against all odds, his friend deserved someone more interesting. After all, his wife would, in some mysterious way, represent Gaston himself. She had to maintain a certain standard.

Ever since Gaston started dating Belle, he had come to the strange conclusion that his friend was surprisingly hurt by this. He tried not to wonder why. On the other hand, it was directly related to him and his wife… he had to think about it a bit. LeFou always seemed to be tenser when Gaston talked about how beautiful his future wife was. When the planned wedding finally happened… Gaston realized why that was. He understood when he was standing in front of the altar, and his friend was there, holding the written wedding vows.

He couldn’t believe his astonishing deduction first. There was simply no other reason for the change in his companion’s behavior. LeFou had to… he had to love Belle. There was no other answer. Gaston didn’t blame him. He didn’t even get upset when he came to that conclusion. Belle was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Anyone would be soft on her.

LeFou was faithful to Gaston. He would never try to have an affair with his friend’s wife. Even if, let’s face it, he didn’t stand a chance with Gaston.

Despite the discovery of this revelation, the man pretended not to know anything. He had no intention of confronting LeFou since that would put him in an unpleasant situation. He preferred to avoid it and wait for his friend to tell him this inconvenient secret himself.

“So, LeFou… now you know why.” Here he fell silent. He felt he had revealed enough. LeFou will have to figure out the rest himself.


@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou

I am in love with you post! And the song, omg, it made me cry. Mine is… well, you can see for yourself :’)))

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I smiled when I felt Archer’s arm around me. it was warm and even though we were in public, gave me a safe feeling. I could see some people look and whisper but I ignored it. words don’t hurt as much as a broken rib, so who cares if they want to waste their time.

“Archer?” I asked. “We both this city is corrupted, right?” I asked. “Why do we stay here?” I added. I know why I didn’t leave this city, because back when I had nothing, a corrupted city like this, was my only form of entertainment. I would solve or find incidents and then watch the police struggle to find the clues. But for Archer, I didn’t understand why a sweet guy like him would stay here.
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Archer
I smiled cuddling in a little Gen was warm and despite the layers I was still cold. I didnt care we were in public he wasn’t leaving me unless I wanted him to and I wasn’t leaving him unless he wanted me to. Honestly that was never going to happen so I didnt care who saw I wanted anyone that would try and take him from me to know that they should think twice before they try. Some people whispered and I cuddled in a bit more.

I head Gen say my name and looked at him a little surprised. “Yeah Gen I know the city is corrupt.” I say as I play with his hair. That question was not one that I had readied myself to answer. I took a deep breath. “I stay because this is where I was given everything and had it all taken from me too.” I answered not wanting to go into detail about what I meant. The best and worst times of my life had been here I was tied here at least before him. I had nothing to drive me to leave, drive me to find better.
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“Don’t you ever want to leave?” I asked. “I mean, I stayed here because as a bird I was safe and so this city was filled with entertainment, but now that I have you, someone I can actually lose, I don’t know if this place is that good” I explain. “I don’t mind living here, but I just wonder if things would be easier for us if we moved somewhere else” I said. "I don’t know why I’m asking, just curious’ I said

We were driving out of the city and the scenery changed from white and grey streets and tall buildings to a pure white winter wonderland.
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LOCATION: HER HOUSE // DECEMBER 2ND

“Well…” he whispered, kissing her neck.

Why had she done that?

Why had she kissed him?

Now, he thinks she likes him.

She didn’t deny that she didn’t, but that was still embarrassing. At least, for her.

But that was the only way to make him shut up.

“Erm…” she turned away from him and slowly moved back.

After a minute or so (which felt like forever to Aphro), he asked her which movie she would like to watch.

She heaved a sigh of relief and answered, “Anything is fine!”

‘It’s not like I’m going to focus on it anyway…’ she thought, subtly rolling her eyes.


@SUNFLOWER.FLOW
// That’s all you’re getting, yes. Motivation gave up and this happened :grinning: But, hey, at least I’ve written 10 sentences!
P.S. I hate myself for this
P.S.S. I’m also bolying you for writing long posts
P.S.S.S. Is PSS with another S a thing or am I just making stuff up? //

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Archer
“I mean I guess.” I take a deep breath I had some stuff to tell him but now wasnt the place. “Tomorrow I want to take you somewhere i have something to show you.” I say as i hold him close and try not to get super emotional though what i was going to show him tomorrow i had never shared with anybody. "I know what you mean Gen I’ve already lost people a care about to this place but that part of the reason I cant just leave it. I took a deep breath and kissed his head. “I know Gen.”
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Previous day ~ December 2nd


Trying to understand the movie was impossible. Gaston bent over backwards to grasp the tangled plot, but his trials were pointless. He was especially confused during the scene when thousands of Jonh Malkovichs appeared in one room. He thought then that if there were only Gastons in the world, it would be a beautiful world, but when he concluded that then he would not be the special one, he didn’t like the idea that much. He found the movie confusing, drawing Aphro’s attention to the fact that it was awful and they shouldn’t waste time watching it. He turned off the TV and turned his head towards the girl.

“Pour us some wine,” he commanded. He needed alcohol just like air now. He looked at the clock on his phone. The number ‘one’ glowed so brightly from the screen that Gaston had to squint his tired eyes. "Bring the glasses to bed. I have to go lay down,” he stated. He got up and guided his legs towards the hostess’s bedroom. His limbs could barely support his body, but he managed to crawl up and land on the soft sheets. On the floor were his trousers, shirt, and socks rolled up in an unelegant nest.


@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis

It’s actually a really great film. One of my favorites! So, don’t listen to Gaston. He is stupid.

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I looked up at Archer when he sounded like this question hit him more than I would even think, I just thought I ask a random question. “Are you okay Arch?” I asked as I looked at him backward. “we can drop the subject if you want” I said as I put my hand on his cheek and smiled at him. “Today we’re only going to have happy thoughts from now on” I added with a grin.
@bpalmer
sorry, writing block is hitting hard lately.

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Archer
I didn’t mean to let it show how much his question effected me but it must have shown through. That was no surprise I was pretty bad at hiding my emotions. “Ill be ok Gen.” I say as I hold him kind of tight. “Yeah if we could drop the subject for now I would appreciate it.” I say as I cuddle into him. I felt his hand on my cheek and I smiled lightly. “Yeah only happy thoughts Gen I will try to do that.” I say with a little laugh as I keep him close.
@Meekepeek all good I get it

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