la vue des étoiles me fait rêver

His mouth grew wide in shock and his brows raised. “I wasn’t aware you thought so little of me.” With that an over-acted frown appeared on Jean’s lips. “Not everything, just most things.” He shrugged, the frown turning into more of a smile now. He couldn’t keep it up for too long. “They’d be good ideas if I had pitched them to anyone else.” He protested, knowing that for the most part that was likely untrue. The mention of home caused him to pause for a moment though. It had been too long since they’d visited, and even the mere mention of it caused Jean to long for a time where that was a realistic possibility. “So, eat croissants and go to the Eiffel Tower?” He asked, listing just a few of those French stereotypes he so often heard. Though, he did quite like croissants.

Elodie gave a small laugh before launching herself at her twin, slouching over him. “Aw Jeanie, you know I’m only playing - I love mon meilleur ami.” She replied attacking him with kisses, pecking him repeatedly on his cheeks and head. “So... everything?” She repeated laughing. The blonde raised a brow, “Really? So, what one of your ideas would your friends like?” She asked smirking. Elodie nodded, erupting in laughter at her brother’s reply. “Oh my gosh, right?! I get that so often. It’s hilarious. I think they actually think that was all that we did in France.” 

“It had been a few hours, I thought you’d be missing me.” Jean smiled up at her, nodding his head at her following question. The blond pressed his lips together as Elodie posed the question of what they would do. “That was one thing I was hoping you would come up with.” He said before shifting in his position so that he was sat up right now, instead of sprawled out on the sofa. “You always veto my ideas.”

“Of course, I cry every moment you’re away from me - I mean, they’re normally tears of joy but still.” She teased throwing her twin a wink. “Pshh, do I always have to come up with everything?” A smirk made its way to her face as she shook her head at the male. “That’s because you always have bad ideas. We should do something that reminds us of home.” Elodie suggested chewing her lip as she thought about how much she missed France. 

“Hey now Blondie, there’s no need to be saying stuff like that.” He gasped with a fake frown. “You don’t know me.” He glanced to the floor as if her words actually hurt him. “I’m not sure I want to help you now.”

Elodie rolled her eyes, “I only said I did not believe you -- which I don’t.” She pointed out with a sigh. The blonde was beginning to lose her patience with the male. “You are right I don’t, but from what I’ve seen I do not want to get to know you, fauteur de troubles.” Narrowing her eyes once more, she clicked her tongue. “I do not want your help.” 

@elodielaurent

Moving into the living room, Jean’s gaze fell on his sister sat on the sofa. He just couldn’t help himself when he walked over, jumped backwards over the back of the chair and fell on the sofa beside her, legs dangling over the other side. “Let’s go out.” He said, elongating the last word as he looked up at his sister. He’d been at a loss for what to do to entertain himself and was hoping Elodie would have her usual stroke of brilliance.

Elodie looked up from her book as she heard her brother enter the room. “Jean, how lovely of you to grace me with your presence.” She stated grinning at her brother. A small chuckle fell from her lips as she watch her brother launch himself across the sofa. “Comfy?” She asked with a raised brow. Elodie nodded. “That would be nice, feels like a while since we did something together, though I’m not sure what we could do round here.” The blonde pouted as she tried to think of things to fill their time. 

“You’ve got me there.” He offered a small smile and shrugged. As she asked her question, Riley bit the inside of his lip before nodding. “I’m fine. I’m good.” The nodding trailed off along with his words and he met her gaze. “How are you?”

She briefly returned the smile, but awkwardness soon set in and it fell from her face. “Are you sure about that?” Elodie asked not quite convinced by his answer. “I am okay thanks... I’ve, erm...well, you know.” She trailed off --Missed you -- she was supposed to say but she wasn’t quite brave enough to admit it, not yet anyway. 

“No, no, I don’t recall saying that.” He shook his head and continued the clueless charade as if he hadn’t said a word. “That sounds far too mean, and not a thing like I would say.”

“I do not believe you.” The blonde stated abruptly raising her brows at the male. “Though if you are being serious I would appreciate the help looking for the real owner.” 

“I think you’re hearing things m’dear. I said no such thing.” He replied innocently.

Elodie narrowed her eyes at the male getting confused. She may have been speaking English for a few years now but she still found herself getting confused or understanding things wrong which is why she was unsure whether she’d made the mistake or whether the male was teasing her. “You said that it was boring, oui?” Her accent was getting stronger, and she found herself slipping back into French as she got frustrated.

“There’s a lot of books or magazines that can teach you, sometimes really complex things too!” Lex explained with a smile. “And when you’ve been playing for a while, a lot of the time you can pick songs up by ear.” Lex quite enjoyed being able to do that when she had first learned how. Lex laughed at her suggestion and nodded. “Probably.” She agreed. “But, maybe that’s for another day.”

"You learnt from... a book? That is--" Elodie paused briefly to try and think of the word she needed, or at least the English translation of it. "That is amazing." She grinned impressed at the female. "You can really do that?" She was impressed to say the least, she was almost jealous that she couldn’t do the same with the piano. "You are not one for cleaning?"

Elodie was the last person he had been expecting to see when he looked up, and yet there she was. He bit the inside of his lip the moment he laid eyes on her. Whenever he looked at her now, he felt a tremendous amount of guilt. “You’re not exactly the scary type, Lodie.” Though the disapproving look he was receiving was not helping with that.

“Yet I still managed to scare you.” She retorted with a small smile. The smile didn’t stay on her face for long though. “How have you been Riles?” 

Half way through inhaling the smoke he heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind him. Quickly stopping, he ended up coughing hard on the smoke that hadn’t been properly inhaled. “Fuck. Don’t scare me like that.” Riley managed to get the words out as his coughing stopped. He wasn’t usually so jumpy but he may have been a little on edge.

Riley was the last person Elodie had been expecting to bump into, yet there he stood. It had been a while since she’d last seen him but he hadn’t changed much. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She shook her head disapprovingly as she realised what he was doing. 

“I put it off for a while, but in the end I ended up teaching myself a bit. With a little help from other people.” She admitted to the blonde. “Well, I wouldn’t be able to teach you everything, but if you wanted I could get you started?” Lex offered – she often spent her days playing, singing and writing away anyway. “Some of them have more sentimental value.” She smiled with a small shrug. “But others I wouldn’t miss as much.” 

“How would one go about doing that? You must be very talented to do so.” Elodie replied impressed. “Really? I would love that.” She grinned excitedly. “Maybe you should have a, erm--” The blonde did a short pause as she tried to remember the English word she wanted, --”a sort out?” 

“Well that’s just boring. How’d you know that I wouldn’t return it to it’s owner? I can do that.” 

“Well, you have just said that is boring, so why would you do it?” She asked raising a brow.

“Why haven’t you?” She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, a smile gracing her lips. The smile grew when the blonde began laughing and Lex couldn’t blame her. “Then I think I would classify that as a serious hoarder problem.” She laughed. “It might be getting there anyway.”

“I guess I never got around to it, that and I never knew anyone who could teach me.” She gave a shrug. “I do play the piano though.” The blonde added with a smile. Elodie bit bit down on her lip as she gave another laugh. “Could you bare to part with any of them or are you wanting to keep them all?”

“Well enough.” Lex nodded. She was by no means a professional, and had some things to learn still, but she played well enough that she could compose songs and that was good enough for the time being. “You realise one day that you have around thirty different guitar picks and no idea how you accumulated them all.” She smiled at the blonde.

“How lovely. I have always fancied playing the guitar.” The young witch mused smiling. “Oh my.” She gasped bringing her hand to her face to cover her mouth as she began laughing. “It could be stranger, imagine if you had them all and could not play the guitar.” 

She looked the girl up and down brows narrowed in response. “Do is it look like they let me have any decent belongs on me?” She sighed, rolling her eyes before becoming impatient. “comprenez-vous?” She asked sarcastically with a tut leaving her lips.

The blonde looked taken aback at the cold attitude she was met with. “I did not realise you were a prisoner, my apologise.” She forced a smile to her face as she withdrew her hand, placing the small box she’d picked up into her pocket.