DE PERLÉ.

furiously bursts the lollipop between his teeth asunder .      rare are the moments of dissensions ──   as bad as this one   …     maybe once in a blue moon ?!         eros’ guts strive against a havoc painfully stimulating his heart .       surely, not the only one to suffer from disturbing moods, arms sling around himself protectively  &  quietly,   a love-starved being who seeks warmth to kill grief .       yes, eros despises the feeling of everything spinning   &    abomination shoves him around raphaël’s room, where he asks for release under shallow breaths, scared to explode upon reaching the other’s immediate vicinity .      barely in time, when his lips start to quiver, too stubborn to drop it    &    cave in to their own wrongdoing   ──   they stopped out of shock, pressed into a familiar shirt .      the brighter realisation emerges the more tears cascade in forgiving eyes .       finally, his restless soul will find secureness in the person it longs for so eagerly .                ❛        désolé, c’est ma fautemafautemafaute  . .          ❜          sounds like a muted assembly line, but truthfully eros wants to be sure there’s no chance to miss it .      however raphaël doesn’t spill any words instead a touch lifts the boy’s gaze   &    tilts his head, while thumbs brush off most tears instinctively .      just to remind again, that it’s impossible for sorrow’s pang to resonate in the french’s presence . 

RAPHAËL - CARLA BRUNI

Il a l'air d'un ange, mais c'est un diable de l'amour, Du bout des hanches et de son regard de velours, Quand il se penche, quand il se penche, mes nuits sont blanches, Et pour toujours... Hmm

J'aime les notes au goût de miel, dans le prénom de Raphaël, Je les murmure à mon réveil, entre les plumes du sommeil, Et pour que la journée soit belle, je me parfume à Raphaël... Peau de chagrin, peintre éternel, archange étrange d'un autre ciel...

FLAMME À LUNETTES - DIONYSOS & OLIVIA RUIZ

On se frottera L'un contre l'être A s'en faire cramer le squelette Et à l'horloge de mon cœur A minuit pile on prendra feu Pas même besoin d'ouvrir les yeux

LA BOHÈME - CHARLES AZNAVOUR

Dans les cafés voisins Nous étions quelques-uns Qui attendions la gloire Et bien que miséreux Avec le ventre creux Nous ne cessions d'y croire Et quand quelque bistro Contre un bon repas chaud Nous prenait une toile Nous récitions des vers Groupés autour du poêle En oubliant l'hiver La bohème, la bohème Ça voulait dire: tu es jolie La bohème, la bohème Et nous avions tous du génie

NE ME QUITTE PAS - JACQUES BREL

The French man can’t help the bright smile that spreads on his lips the moment his eyes meet hers — it’s really been such a long time, and yet she looked the same: beautiful and graceful. Her voice sinks into his ears like music, and he takes a couple steps closer to her without saying a word.

Behind his body, there’s a flat and black velvet box in his hands, very well hidden but she knows him way too well to not know about his plans and surprises. Things were never a surprise for Kwon Ara.

“This is not fun anymore, did you know that?” Raphaël says with a soft smile on his face, he stands behind her and gently pushes her dark and soft locks away from her neck, just before he takes a beautiful handmade necklace from the velvet box. “Sometimes you could at least pretend to be surprised, mademoiselle.”

The male doesn’t answer her question just yet, he’s focused on settling those beautiful crimson gems on the woman’s neck, the stones’ color contrasting with the paleness of her skin, but matching with the beautiful red of her lips. 

“I’d have to say you’re a ruby, Ara. Strong and yet so elegant, so beautiful.” His voice is a lot softer and gentler when he speaks this time, and once he’s done, he stands in front of her again and flashes a bright smile, proud of how his own creation being displayed on such a gorgeous and spontaneous model. 

Raphaël smiles after listening to what the other male said, letting a soft and low chuckle escape from his parted lips. 

“Merci, Eros. Pierre et moi souhaitons le même pour toi. Nous méritons tout l’amour.”

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He can’t help the frown that forms on his forehead when he listens to the other male’s words. Raphaël is confused, he doesn’t know what he has done to make Eros think that way, but he knows he has to do something to take those thoughts away from his mind.

“Eros, why?” The French man asks, his voice is soft and gentle and he takes a few steps closer to the shorter man, his hands soon make their way to rest on his shoulders. “Why do you feel that way? I’m not going to leave… After all your help in the orphanage, after you trusted me enough to go there and help those children, I could never leave.”

But Raphaël’s expression softens a little bit eventually, and he even allows a small and soft smile to spread on his features when he speaks again. “And Pierre loves you! He gets all happy and excited just at the mention of your name. You don’t have to worry, okay? I’m not leaving.” And he embraces the other male in a gentle and yet tight hug, as an assurance of the veracity of his words. “We’re friends, Eros. You’re actually the closest friend I have.”

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Raphaël can’t help the quiet laugh that escapes from his lips before he takes a sip from the glass of wine in his hands --- it seems like those meetings with San always demanded a little bit of alcohol, be it wine or champagne, or anything of the type, one of the two would be sure to provide the beverage; and this time was Raphaël’s time, so he chose one of the best bottles from his cellar for the occasion. He’s not really sure why, but it is always like that and it feels right to do so. 

It also feels right to sit by the fireplace in that day, considering the weather was so drastically cold outside of Raphaël’s house, a mansion to be more exact. The rooms seem to be colder due to how wide they are, the large glass windows don’t help them either so the warmth coming from the fire is more than necessary at that moment. Of course, the alcohol also helps them with warmth. 

And so the French man takes a sip from his glass, the sweetness of the wine brings a soft smile to his lips and he looks at the other with furrowed eyebrows, the smile doesn’t leave his features. “You always talk about women like that, San. ‘She was beautiful, then she wasn’t anymore!’, why is that? You change your mind about people so quickly, it’s kinda scary. What has she done to make you think that way?”

not to be that narcissistic fellow but devon knows himself — he knows that he’s an attractive and charismatic person and that it shows with the amount of messages and notifications he’s received in the past two weeks. however, the times he followed through with said message and notification asking for his number and/or asking for him to chat could be counted on both of his hands ( read: 10 times maximum ). and it’s not as if he’s picky, that’s not it at all — or rather, it’s not the ultimatum factor. devon’s given these folks chances and every time he tries to get into a conversation, the other person ends up boring and disappointing him yet again so he ends up ghosting them and going along his merry way.

devon sighs when he hears the oh-so-familiar tone again; informing him about the new notification from that dreaded app. why he hasn’t uninstalled it yet ? he doesn’t really know ( that’s a lie, he wants to prove a point to his friends ). nevertheless, he pauses what he’s doing as he checks on his phone; seeing a new text message in the app’s feed.

surprise is visible on his face as he sees who the texter is; interest piqued as he notices that they both swiped right for each other. his eyes flicker back towards the text itself as he involuntarily raises an eyebrow at the choice of a starter. regardless, he’ll indulge the other male and if the conversation goes nowhere, then he’ll just ghost again.

↻ 12:13 AM.    dvnprk → hey there sweetheart    dvnprk → nothing interesting, just working    dvnprk → but it’s definitely interesting now since you’re here    dvnprk → how about you? how are you doing?

Haeju needs a moment again. A moment to think of the messages he just received and to curse himself again for being so awkward and cold in his approaching --- when will he learn? But a part of him feels happy that the other male was the one to make things a little bit more... friendly, he can just go with the flow now and try to now ruin thing once again. He takes a deep breath and nods to himself, “Just be confident, Haeju,” he says to himself when he starts to type his responses.

It’s always the same process of typing, deleting and retyping all over again until he can achieve a response that is good enough to send to the other boy --- oh, the nervousness is all back to Haeju when he thinks of the boy. But again, he tells himself to be confident and positive, he can do it and not screw things up this time! He can do it.

↻ 12:14 AM prkhae → working until this late? prkhae → well, after that match notification? i’m great tbh prkhae → but i’m not doing much too, just finished some hw prkhae → feels good to take my face out of the books for a moment prkhae → even more if it means i can talk to you- i’m still shocked, you’re so pretty

The male rolls his eyes and sighs, turning to look at her with resting bitch face as a sign that he is not happy with his decision: he’ll do as she asks and slows down a little bit. “Be quick then,” he says, starting to walk again but this time not as fast as before, like she had asked ( or better, basically begged ). “I’m freezing, we have to get to this café quick before I can’t walk anymore.”

     It was a rare occurrence but it did happen: a couple was arguing in the middle of the school’s hallway and Mary Jane had nothing to do with it. Normally, she would be the reason why couples would split but not today! Today, for what she could understand from all the yelling that was going on, the reason why this argument had started was because the boyfriend (someone whom she had never seen before, which was shocking by itself) caught the girlfriend (one of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen, let’s be honest, but not as beautiful as Mary Jane herself, that is) hitting on one of his friends. A baseball player? Oh, the girl knew how to pick them. “I guess, you can say they really hit it off, uh?” The demigod chuckled as she nudged her quiet friend, half wanting to make sure he was still there, half wanting to get a reaction from him. It was not every day there was this kind of excitement on campus, so one might as well enjoy it while it lasts. “Do you think she’ll slap him? I bet five bucks that he’ll grab her wrist the moment she turns away to leave. That is such a predictable move.”

Iris stands still, right next to his friend but almost hiding behind her ( or trying to ). He’s just as shocked as she is, those situations always made him feel even more nervous than usual and he can feel his hands start to sweat already despite the cold weather --- disgusting, he thinks to himself. But he really can’t help it, he doesn’t like seeing people argue and when the tone of voices is loud is only makes everything worse for the blue-haired boy. And he is so distracted by the whole show happening right before their eyes that he jumps a little bit when she nudges him, he’s easy to startle. “A-ah, y-yes, they sure did... It’s surprising you’re not part of this.” Iris says with a nervous smile spreading on his lips, making sure to nudge his friend back. He honestly has no idea how they became friends, but he’s glad it happened. She is like a little sunshine in his boring and quiet days, and even though she gets in trouble quite often, he really enjoys her company and friendship. Iris is happy to be Mary Jane’s friend. “I won’t bet anything because that is really so predictable. She’ll yell something like ‘don’t touch me’ when he grabs her wrist.”