#beauxnavarre

what happened when you put two huge egos together in the ring? they come to a disagreement. despite how predictable their argument (if you could even call it that) was, it was safe to say henri’s feelings were still hurt. he was thinking about beau, of course. besides, there was no point in getting his feelings even more hurt by seeking out the other. despite the relatively small town they shared, neither had managed to run into the other. that was, until now. henri passed beau in the main square of town, almost willing to let it go until beau looked at him and looked away, with that fucking look on his face he had the last time. “pompe à chiasse,” he spat as they passed each other, determined to do nothing more. ( @beauxnavarre​ )

Sitting at one of the cafe tables near the entrance, Edgar perked up when he saw a familiar face.  “Beau!” he called out with a smile, waving the dragon over.  “Come join me.”

beau kept insisting that they “needed to talk” over their text messages. henri didn’t understand why they couldn’t simply continue to talk over text, until he realized it might be quite a serious conversation, and emery had explained to him serious conversations weren’t usually had over text. he happened to know beau was home right now, and if they needed to talk so badly, henri would insure it happened. besides, it reminded him of the conversation he’d had with emery the night his boyfriend first found the blood bags, and those memories tended to make him antsy. 

henri: why do you let beau pick on emery all the time?

🖤💔💕 (Beau)

henri didn’t really know why beau had brought along his strange friend, but he figured beau coming with him to the party at all was a big deal. and it had been nice. until, of course, something shifted. the first thing he noticed was the warmth. were the drinks spiked with something to get the vampires especially drunk? it was a ryan hosted party, but that couldn’t explain the constant, beating warmth. it was like he could feel it in his veins. the second thing he noticed was the subdued pounding in his head––almost always there, urging him to feed, feed, feed. it slowly receded until it was entirely gone, instead replaced with that same beating in his chest as in his veins. others around him were acting just as strange, but he found himself too distracted by his current condition to notice. he’d lost track of everyone he was with, including beau. he stumbled into the hallway, feeling far less in control of his body than he’d normally be, and finally spotted beau. “i . . . do you have any idea what’s going on?” henri glanced down at his hands, noticing for the first time how flushed they looked. ( @beauxnavarre​ )

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