Marianne You Now

And yet you still look young and hot as ever! [grins, pressing a kiss to her cheek and hugging her back] [waves a little bag] And I’ve got a present!

[laughs lightly and gives her cheek a kiss as well] I still feel young, so I’m glad.

marianneyounow:

She wrote down his name with excellent penmanship and gave him another smile, “I’m Marianne Bonnefoy.” She giggled, “Local amnesiac and coffee enthusiast… though people have told me not to introduce myself that way.”

“Well I am Cristian - local fabulous being” He laughed “I am a coffee enthusiast as well - so hey! We have something in common now!” He flipped his hair

It was embarrassing. He didn’t want to say that it was because he wasn’t being mindful of the books and accidentally dropped a bunch of them from the top shelf. Consequently they directly hit his head. A mistake Arthur felt he should have been immune to, since he’d been working with them for a long time.

marianneyounow:

She shook her head with a small laugh, “I’m glad it’s nothing major. I hate seeing you hurt.” She was definitely more at ease with that. He’d know more about the symptoms of a concussion than she would, despite having had one for a while herself.

Her eyes lit up as he accepted her offer, “Really? I can tell you a story?” her perceived innocence since her accident made another appearance. “Hm… let me think… oh! I know!” She pulled out her journal where she had been working on her story for some time. In the book was her interpretation of everything around her and sketches and names of people she met. However, in the back of the journal that Agatha had given her, she had been formulating her own children’s story. 

“Don’t laugh at me, but it’s a kid’s story. My writing in English isn’t developed enough to write an adult story… but this one is very important to me.” 

Arthur became even more intrigued because of her enthusiasm. “Of course you can–if you’d wanted to do so earlier, I would have gladly listened.” His eyes followed her motions as she produced a well-used notebook. He’d seen her take it out a couple times before, but just like now he never dared to try and look inside out of respect for her privacy (and partly his sanity as well).

“Why would I laugh?” He asked without a trace of sarcasm. Then he elaborated. “Children’s stories take a certain skill, therefore they would merit respect. Aside from the spirit of innocence and wonder that must be captured, there is a rhythm required to make it sound pleasing to young ears, almost like composing lyrics.”

“But, ah…don’t let that pressure you either. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” He smiled earnestly.

“Oh- I... wouldn’t have thought to ask. Sometimes I think I talk too much, and I’m really still learning to read as well, so I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself reading something difficult.” She blushed slightly at the thought.

“I thought you might laugh since... I don’t know, writing a children’s story isn’t exactly something a former pirate would be known to do... it’s...” she trailed off as he elaborated, “oh, it’s nothing so romantic as that, I don’t think.” she was truly humbled by his words, though, and she found it hard not to beam at the implied compliment that her writing was a skill rather than a fault of her not knowing English enough.

“I- no, I’m not pressured, I just hope it lives up to your expectations. You seem to have a good knowledge of such things.” Opening the notebook to the correct page, Marianne began to read her story. She occasionally stumbled, but managed to capture a child’s point of view quite well. She would turn the notebook to show Arthur her sketches as she came across the words that matched the pictures she’d drawn. She became slightly embarrassed when she got to the present and began to speak about her perspective of Arthur.

Marianne had thought that maybe Arthur would have fallen asleep by then, but she blushed and kept reading, holding the notebook closer to her face so that she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. 

It was embarrassing. He didn’t want to say that it was because he wasn’t being mindful of the books and accidentally dropped a bunch of them from the top shelf. Consequently they directly hit his head. A mistake Arthur felt he should have been immune to, since he’d been working with them for a long time.

marianneyounow:

She let out a small sigh of relief. He seemed to be fine, though time would tell for sure. “I don’t know as much about head injuries as Agatha, but I hope that ice helps. If you’re concussed and not sleeping, maybe you should go to her and make sure it’s okay?” She was still worried about him, though not as much as she had been. He did know how to take care of himself, generally.

“Anything I can do to help? With your head or sleeping? I could lend you another pillow or read a story or something…” she frowned. His laughter still echoed in her head, though she knew he didn’t want to worry her. She couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know much either.” He answered mechanically, as he had calmed down a bit. “Though none of the other symptoms of a concussion have come up, so it’s probably not much.” He said, hopefully to put Marianne a bit more at ease.

Her second offer amused and intrigued him. “Sure; I’m a bit curious about what kind of story you’d tell.” Even though he wasn’t sure if it would help his problem.

She shook her head with a small laugh, “I’m glad it’s nothing major. I hate seeing you hurt.” She was definitely more at ease with that. He’d know more about the symptoms of a concussion than she would, despite having had one for a while herself.

Her eyes lit up as he accepted her offer, “Really? I can tell you a story?” her perceived innocence since her accident made another appearance. “Hm... let me think... oh! I know!” She pulled out her journal where she had been working on her story for some time. In the book was her interpretation of everything around her and sketches and names of people she met. However, in the back of the journal that Agatha had given her, she had been formulating her own children’s story. 

marianneyounow:

cxcristianxc:

marianneyounow:

“Sure, let’s go get coffee~! Maybe you should grab a bite to eat, too, before your shift. I could chip in and buy something since you’re being nice and buying my coffee.” She gave a cheerful smile and gestured down the street to begin walking.

“Cool. You lead the way I guess..” Hs gave a small smile, flicking his black fringe over his eyes, trying to act nonchalant and cool as he always did “Well, if you’re sure that you want to buy me something, go ahead. There’s nothing stopping you!” He laughed

She grinned, enjoying his laughter as she lead the way to the coffee shop, “It would be no good for anyone to go hungry on my watch!” She stopped for a second to pull out her notebook, “How do you spell your name? Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. I write down people’s names so I don’t forget them.”

“My name? It’s spelt C-R-I-S-T-I-A-N. And no, of course. I didn’t catch your name actually?” He said , turning to her so that the sun wasn’t glaring into his eyes as it had been previously. He should have dyed his hair bleach blonde if he knew that this would be the sort of suffering that he as a black haired man would have to go through.

marianneyounow:

“Sure, let’s go get coffee~! Maybe you should grab a bite to eat, too, before your shift. I could chip in and buy something since you’re being nice and buying my coffee.” She gave a cheerful smile and gestured down the street to begin walking.

“Cool. You lead the way I guess..” Hs gave a small smile, flicking his black fringe over his eyes, trying to act nonchalant and cool as he always did “Well, if you’re sure that you want to buy me something, go ahead. There’s nothing stopping you!” He laughed

marianneyounow:

cxcristianxc:

marianneyounow:

“I haven’t seen you around here before… did you just move in? That coffee shop down the street does have really good cake.” She decided to keep babbling rather than focus on the fact that he ate a crumb from his face. “I’ve been to all of the coffee shops in Gramina, now, and that one is one of my favorites.”

“I moved in a couple of weeks ago but haven’t really had the chance to explore the place yet… I have literally no free time which sucks” He laughed. He was feeling nice and decided to offer her “Hey, what do you say… we could go down to said coffee shop if you want?…. It’s on me.” He smiled, aware that she was trying not to focus on the crumb, finding it hilarious how she babbled to lose the focus

“You have no free time, but you’re offering to buy me coffee?” She stifled a laugh, “I’m not going to turn it down, but if you’re busy…” Marianne trailed off with a shrug, “Well, I suppose you just shouldn’t have offered, then!” She giggled.

“My shift at the grocery store starts at 3:30…” He said before looking at the watch on his wrist “I have about an hour and a half…. an hour and forty minutes so I am in no particular rush I guess.” He shrugged “Today I have just been a bit busy you know with cleaning the house and sorting out bills and that … do you fancy grabbing something then?”

cold coffee

muttering sorry, bad memory instead of sometimes i don’t know how i got here

avoiding mirrors at all costs

binge eating until you can taste again

a floaty, tired feeling as you drive home

shaking hands

constantly checking the time

marianneyounow:

“I haven’t seen you around here before… did you just move in? That coffee shop down the street does have really good cake.” She decided to keep babbling rather than focus on the fact that he ate a crumb from his face. “I’ve been to all of the coffee shops in Gramina, now, and that one is one of my favorites.”

“I moved in a couple of weeks ago but haven’t really had the chance to explore the place yet… I have literally no free time which sucks” He laughed. He was feeling nice and decided to offer her “Hey, what do you say… we could go down to said coffee shop if you want?…. It’s on me.” He smiled, aware that she was trying not to focus on the crumb, finding it hilarious how she babbled to lose the focus

marianneyounow:

cxcristianxc:

He raised his eyebrows before sticking out his tongue and trying to catch the stray piece of crumb that was supposedly on his face. He was victorious in securing it as he felt if on his tongue “Thanks I guess…” He nodded. “Better now than I never I suppose aha..”

She blinked a few moments, shocked that he’d eaten a crumb from his face, “well… hope it wasn’t a booger, I guess…”

“It wasn’t… I can assure you that!” He laughed, smirking at her “I had cake before from this coffee shop so it must have been from then, I guess” He wasn’t to go into such “interaction with his face” and it would have been pretty embarrassing if she had thought so. Would be pretty disgusting if it was.

He raised his eyebrows before sticking out his tongue and trying to catch the stray piece of crumb that was supposedly on his face. He was victorious in securing it as he felt if on his tongue “Thanks I guess…” He nodded. “Better now than I never I suppose aha..”

marianneyounow:

Marianne laughed lightly, happy to have those embarrassing photos. “okay! well, get a journal and I’ll teach you whenever you have time~ are you busy during the summer? I know there are no classes…”

She was still blushing from her previous embarrassment when Isabel called the couple adorable, causing Marianne to flush even more. “Ah, thank you,” she bumped Isabel’s shoulder back. “You think? Maybe I could… I just need to practice. This journal is a good way to practice, though. Maybe I need… hm… to take drawing lessons?”

“I’m free this summer, of course!” Isabel grinned, mentally jotting down a reminder to purchase a journal or find one somewhere in her house. “Although—did you hear? I might be switching out. Teaching is all fine and good, but I’ve always wanted to be self-employed, so it’s possible I’ll be buying a few sheep of my own and doing some threading and weaving.”

She shrugged, eyes still tracing over Marianne’s graceful, pencilled lines. “Maybe? I don’t know too much about art, if I’m being honest,” she admitted. “It might help with ah…process?”

“Oh, if you do, could I meet your sheep? I never get to see any of the animals in Gramina up close. I try to draw them from far away, but...” she flipped to a page that looked like tiny clouds on a mountain, “they just look like puffs of wool, you see. I’m sure they have faces, but I don’t know what they look like.” She hummed a moment, “won’t you miss your students, though?”