her instinct kicks in before she can even realize what she is doing. She has been lucky to catch a glimpse of Laf’s face and clothes when passing by that street, because if she had not noticed there would not be much left of them after the guys was done. Fear and shock get to her first. She has never let them paralyze her, though. They indeed leave her body seconds later, making room for determination and a feeling similar to anger but which is not quite it. She does not run in the direction of the two men fighting. She walks - quickly, but she walks, and she seems to change with every step. The light in her eyes is terrible. Their golden is not warm anymore, but cold, like the look in Father’s eyes. 

     ( is she human is she even human )

[text: lafayette] I didn’t think I’d be the type either tbh

[text: lafayette] That’s actually kinda the point

                   ‘ mmmh … ‘ the two of them hadn’t had much time to just sit back and spend an evening together lately. lafayette’s been caught up in their studies and work, and hercules pretty much disappeared beneath the fabric he’s currently using to work on a bigger piece … it happens sometimes, but they’re always bound to start sticking around each other again, sooner or later. as hercules asks, they can’t help but take a critical look at their nails. geez, they really haven’t done a proper pedicure in a while.

                   ‘ oui. of course. let me just finish my sentence. ‘ hercules might look a bit intimidating at first, but you’d be surprised at the amount of care he puts into his friendships. this isn’t the first time he’s offered to paint their nails so they already know that his large hands are extremely gently and careful when at work —— it’s nice to be given so much attention, especially since he asked them, not the other way around.

                   with a soft hum beneath their breath, they finish typing out what they’ve started. it’s an article for a magazine, but it can wait a little longer. both of them deserve a break after the last few days. as they get up, they instantly latch onto their friend’s elbow, a bright smile on their lips. ‘ want me to take care of your ‘air in return? i could put a moisturizer in it … do we still ‘ave coconut oil left? ‘

      "We might have a bit left in the upstair bathroom, but I'm not sure about the downstairs one, you'd have to check."

   Hercules replied, folding up his fabric before giving his sketchbook one last look over. A few designs of clothing laid displayed on the sheets, sighing softly. So much work to be done, that his portfolio needed to be filled by the time of next month which meant about a few twenty or so outfits to show.

   Hercules looked back toward Lafayette who had clung to his arm, giving a gentle smile. Lafayette was a weird one, but Hercules never seemed to mind their company. He fixed himself on the chair before pointing across the other side of the table.

      "But you'll need to pull up a chair so I can work on your hands. Kind of hard to do it with you standing up like that, Laffy."

                   ‘ do i need to hug you more often, mon chéri ? ‘ their arms wrap around marie’s waist tightly, pulling her delicate frame closer. they’re not about to let her go anytime soon. 

                Marie chuckled softly as she leaned against their touch as her arms around them tightened. ❝ Maybe, ❞ she replied as she buried her face into their shoulder, causing her voice to sound muffled. ❝ As long as you allow me to. ❞