La Fluer Francais

“ Actually I’m pretty certain tha’s how et works?           See th’ box? ‘Safe for children’. Therefore                                               et’s safe for me, too. ”

    Of course he’d open the gift to see if it was ‘suitable for children’. “All I asked was if I put it together right,” she laughed. “I didn’t know how to work it - thought I’d come to you instead.”

Imagine them in bed, one slowly being crushed under the weight of the other… and loving every minute of it.

Imagine them in the shower together, grinning at each other mischeviously as water slices over both of them.

Imagine them taking a walk, fingers entangled and arms swinging as they meander through the streets.

Imagine them at dinner, talking and laughing about their day, as if they haven’t a care in the world.

and if you’re in LOVE

                                     then you’re the LUCKY one,

                                                                                  cause most of us are

BITTER 

At the sight of his arched brows, she could tell she didn’t look all too well. Chrissy pushed past him wordlessly, lifted a hand up to swiftly brush away her tears. She collapsed into the nearest chair, pulling the sleeves of her sweater tighter - tighter - down over her hands in discomfort.

Well. She seemed a little more forward than usual. Something must really be upsetting her. He made no comment on the matter, though his expression might have said as much.

Okay, crying woman in my living room, crying woman in my living room, what to do… let’s see…

He disappeared wordlessly into the kitchen, throwing her a wary look, still munching his apple as quietly as possible; it was gone in a matter of bites. Tea. Tea, his mother had taught him, soft words, if any, his father had said. Reservedness, and a willingness to listen. He knew how to do this.

Five minutes later, he was pushing a hot mug into her hands. He leaned back in the seat across from her, legs crossed, silently sipping his own and eyes cast aside. He’d let her take her time, if she needed to speak.

    Feeling the sudden warmth against her fingertips, Chrissy jumped slightly. She looked at the mug for a moment before accepting it and taking a long sip.

    Silence. That was the only thing she wanted to fill the room - nothing else. She didn’t want to speak; even if she wanted to, she probably wouldn’t be able to saw a word.

    After taking a second sip, she found that this was pretty rude of her - just barging into someone’s house without a single attempt at an explanation. A hand came up to swiftly wipe any tears on her cheeks before she looked up at him.

    A small laugh left her lips as he spoke. She tucked a few books under her arm and used her free hand to pull a few stray strands of hair away from her face. “Ouais, ça peut vraiment être une douleur à traiter parfois - toutes ces équations ridicules…” A smirk as she shook her head.

    As he gestured down to the remaining tubes and books on the floor, she nodded. “Oui s'il vous plaît - ce serait bien.” She stood and pulled her keychain from her pocket - unlocking her door and lightly tapping it open with her foot.

    She quickly went in to lay some books down on the table before coming back to continue picking up. “Vous pouvez mettre les choses sur la table à l'intérieur,” she murmured. Then she realized she hadn’t introduced herself at all.

He nodded once, quick to duck down and take the rest of what he could manage. He wore a polite smile, peering curiously around her as she moved into her apartment, gingerly following her over the threshold and discreetly taking a look around. Modest space, tastefully decorated. That was more than he could say; his lab might be neat, but it was a different story when it came to his living space. “Ah, oui,” he nodded at her instructions. His stack of things were placed gently beside hers, and he stepped back out into the hallway again. Seemed she had the rest of it under control.

    Aw - he was so nice. It was a pleasant surprise to have someone help her with her things; it was also a nice thought to think that she had a neighbor of which she could talk to about scientific research - he’d actually understand her.

    A chuckle left her lips. “Un surnom , hein ? Même avec moi en fait. Chrissy est un surnom - les gens pensaient de mon nom d'origine était trop long . Je suis d'accord ... Chrysanthème est tout à fait la bouchée.”

    She picked up the last two books on the floor and tucked them under her arm. “Je l'ai vécu à Paris de toute ma vie en fait. Il est une telle belle ville; Je ne trouvais jamais une raison de quitter ! De plus, il n'y a pas beaucoup de spécialistes de la matière noire dans la ville.”