dear_mun | AN OLD MUSE RETURNS

Entry tags:

AN OLD MUSE RETURNS

Aah! Mademoiselle! It has been far too long since we last spoke this way. I know you have missed our conversations and of course my company, and it's very fitting that a cinematic performance of Les Miserables should wake me from such a long sleep.

[a brief pause as he lightly brushes off nostalgia and the urge to hum Le Temps des Cerises.]

You don't have to worry about where to ah-- "put me" as you said. I am content to distract you from the vile grip of Angleterre; a worthy cause, non?

[ooc: I HAVEN'T PLAYED HIM IN AGES apologies for the rustiness]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Not if you're going to distract her with your own brand of idiocy.

[Flat look is flat as Switzerland slips his hands into the pockets of his slacks and watches the other nation expectantly.]

I trustyou can maintain a measure of control, oui?

Any distraction from Angleterre is a good one, Suisse, and of course I am more than any distraction.

Of course I can maintain a ah... measure of control! [HAH HA-- he laughs. And then a little more flatly:] I am not Amerique.

I think your definition of 'good' and mine differs slightly. [His tone is dry, as if one used to putting up with bothersome things, before he frowns at the other.]

No, he's usually just immature and impulsive, whereas you... you're troublesome. Especially for a busy mun. It takes a lot of time to deal with you on a regular basis, you know.

I hate to interrupt, but what's Angleterre?

... Ah, Monsieur Chien. Angleterre in my lovely, beautiful language is... [makes a small, squinty expression]

... England.

... right. And what's so bad about England now? I seem to be kinda out of the loop.

He is a rainy and cold island. My home is much better than his.

... I'll admit I'm not much fond of the rain, but I don't think I'd go so far as to call it vile

Eh, it isn't the rain I find vile but the man himself.

... what?

[You've managed to confuse a man with a dog's head. Congrats, France.]

Angleterre, he is also a man--and I am France!

[CLEAR AS MUD.]

Wanna try that again?

[Nope.]

[ Squint. He's got an odd feeling about speaking with this man. ]

It is nice to hear my native tongue in this place, I must say, monsieur.

Though the circumstances certainly make this a bit... strange for myself. What is your name?

[OH, have the brightest of smiles!!]

Oui, is it not? I am sorry to say that this place breeds the strangest circumstances. My name is Francois Bonnefoy, monsieur Grantaire.

[ He is never going to be over meeting people who know him without any introduction. It's so.... why would you do that it's not proper, and why is he known by others anyway? ]

A pleasure, I'm sure.

[ He sounds so sure. ]

Is it because you are a fellow Frenchman that your mundane was, ah, inspired by the- by Les Miserables?

[France nods!!] Of course! But--it is more than that. If I may, I am more than just a simple Frenchman. The story stirs my heart because I--am very much a patriot myself. It would be impossible not to be so, because I am France, monsieur.

[ Grantaire snorts, a small eyeroll might not escape Francis' notice. ]

Ah yes, I have heard that before. We are all "France," are we not?

[Still smiling. He admires the young man's skepticism and just takes it in stride.]

Oui monsieur, and where I would gladly leave the mystery as just that, I'm much too excited to speak with my citizens to engage in theatrical conversation. [Because it's pretty fun to be just Francis for once; it's just been so long since he could freely stretch his legs.]

Would the Monsieur care to see proof that I'm not unlike--ah say, Marianne? [the female representation of France throughout history ~~IF YOU AREN'T FAMILIAR THE WIKI IS REALLY FASCINATING~~]

[ Those eyebrows are pretty far up now. And yet the words don't sound as... ridiculous as they normally would. They nearly ring of, can he believe it, truth? ]

I do wonder how you would be able to prove such a thing, Monsieur Bonnefoy, but I would not be entirely opposed to the possibility.

If you care to attempt to surprise me.

I admire a man who will insist on thinking for himself! [he claps Grantaire on the shoulder and laughs.] Now, I wouldn't show this to just anyone; only to those who hold a very special place in my heart. [Fictional or no. And it's not like he doesn't know he himself is fictional here anyway--so before this becomes a disaster of meta and existentialism, he simply turns his back and pulls his hair to the side.

Like a mirage or the way air shimmers in intense heat, it might feel to Grantaire like his eyes are playing tricks on him. At first the scar on the back of Francis' neck is invisible--but then it seems like with maybe a trick of the light, it catches the eye. It is an ugly thing made only by the stroke of a heavy blade which no man could survive even if his head and spine were in tact. The entire scar rings France's neck and he believes he need not explain its origins.

Those who died for him to bring about much needed change have earned openness from him. He can at least repay them with something; else he wouldn't have mentioned this at all.]

Edited 2013-08-12 08:16 (UTC)

[ Grantaire stares in awe at the transformation of the skin, watching the scar appear on the man's skin. Immediately the words of the Revolution, told to him by his family and old friends, come to mind.

Of treason, kings, tyrants, republics, freedom- and of guillotines. ]

It's not possible.

[ His French is quiet, a hand going over his mouth. How can such a thing be real? ]

[he produces a ribbon from one of his pockets and quietly ties his hair at the back of his neck. A sad but loving smile crosses his features and warms them.]

It's alright, my friend.

[France places his hands on Grantaire's shoulders; his smile, now a little less sad.]

[ Grantaire watches him with the ribbon, his mind still hardly believing this. He shakes his head a bit, then looks over at the hand and back at France. ]

No. [ Stepping back a little. ]

Do not call me your friend, monsieur. You are my country, but that is all.

[Francis blinks, then removes his hands and holds them up apologetically.]

Eh... That's alright, it's the way of things. [He waves a hand as if casually brushing away any possible conceived offense. He's still smiling but the warmth falters again and France's brows knit together.]

I wasn't a friend to my citizens, not as I should have been.

Why did you not help us? Do you have no influence at all?

[ Swallowing hard. ]

You can survive a guillotine but you could not have made Enjolras live? Where are your loyalties?

Vile grip is it?

Better than your slimy, clinging embrace.

"Slimy"? --Asking for intimacy in the same breath as your greeting, ouais? You must be lonelier than usual.

Certainly not, I'm merely remarking on your habit of clinging to things like a limpet.

*smilesmile*

[ He was considering a comment about how there's nothing "vile" about England's grip lately (on hon hon hon!) but then he remembered how their last conversation about England went and he's none too excited to go there again. Thus, he will instead comment on France's rustiness! ]

You make it sound like you not being around is her fault... but isn't that mostly yours?

I am making what sound like what? Non Amerique, of course it isn't the mademoiselle's fault!

My absence was ehhh... merely a period of rest that I chose to have.

Like a really long nap or something?

[ He bends over a little and appears to be pondering France's waistline. ]

And you guys call me fat and lazy...

[ And he's reaching out to poke France's stomach, checking to see just how much padding there is there now. ]

[Germany is going to stare at France]

My mun is of the opinion that you would fit in well at the place I am at. I'm still considering the best way to test the touch to health property of that place, having another nation with a lack of concern for personal space will be counter-productive.

[he's still staring]

[ He is curious as to which nation that could possibly be! Certainly it's not him, it's totally Spain! Isn't it? ]

My mun is amused and I don't understand. You mean Big Brother Spain? I only hug because it's suppose to keep you from getting sick! I'm helping us survive!

[ See he's helping! ]

[nope, Italy is definitely figured into that]

Spain is among those I am thinking of.

Ciao!

My mun is in agreement that you'd fit nicely in a place where you survive on touch and hugging! It would be fun to be able to see everyone!

You would probably get a lot hugs!~

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

AN OLD MUSE RETURNS

no subject

no subject

no subject

Have a dude with a dog head.

always the best and most exciting tags from you, man

I try.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Phone tags apologies for formatting uwu

no subject

HE REALLY WOULDN'T NORMALLY DO THIS EVER but. THERE ARE A SPECIAL FEW. and I also wanted feelings

UGH FEELINGS

/HOLDS CLOSE

SCUSE YOU

YOU'RE EXCUSED wait /sobs

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

the mun is sorry for his behavior

This mun apologizes for this...

Re: This mun apologizes for this...

no subject