bonjour mademoiselle, je porte des lunettes de soleil, je veux me venger. merci beaucoup, je đđđđđ⊠oui oui baguette. bisous!

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bonjour mademoiselle, je porte des lunettes de soleil, je veux me venger. merci beaucoup, je đđđđđ⊠oui oui baguette. bisous!

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do you know the muffin man
empty, black - filled eyes stare back at her, brows knit in their near - perpetual state of confusion. there is no offense to be found in the strange porcelain of her face, only the sincerest and most innocent form of curiosity. she cranes her neck, half flesh and half ceramic, towards her.
                    â   WHO?   â
″  @faentineâââ,  đ§đąđŻđ”đȘđŻđŠ,  asked:   âč i donât have many friends. most of them are pretend. âș
she holds a dress up, inspecting it at every seam, enjoying the feel of the cloth against her palms which hover against the most delicate parts of the silk with a light and gentle touch. as fantine speaks, she holds alice's full attention, as she delicately begins to fold the finished piece up, placing it neatly on the table between them. all the while she offers glances at fantine, increasingly sympathetic before veering a little jovial. â i'd offer you some sort of comfort about all this, like i'm your friend, but i can't be very sure that i could guarantee i'm not pretend.  â she looks on at the girl with a widespread warmth to her smile, a sincerity in her quiet tone. it drops after a moment, just a brief one, as she becomes conscious of the idea: real or not? she tries to be subtle in her investigation, casually dipping her gaze to peer down at her hand, wiggling her fingers and watching at the movement disrupts the fabric of the dress she'd just set down. that feels like it ought to be a good sign, but she can't say for certain ... she returns her eyes to meet fantine's and considers, just fleetingly, asking if she meant that unreal-ness was a perquisite for companionship. my god, am i an đđđđđđđĄđđđ? a đđđđđđđĄ? a đđđđđ by some sweet-faced seamstress to pass the day by? am i here to be friendly? am i completely unrealized! how fantastical ... the horror slowly slips into folly and she brings her comforting smile back. â but if i am, then, i suppose at least i was well-designed to the task.  âÂ
âŸÂ   @faentineâ:  iâm okay. itâs all fine.
the moon makes for a cold evening,  freshly waxed and open in the sky.  when a wind picks up,  it tosses with it a chill that pierces thick clothes and thicker skin.  the time is disregarded by nightstalkers stumbling down the streets and cackling through the film of inebriation,  and that alone wouldnât keep allison awake but something about the night,  this night,  stirs her enough to fend off sleep.  she does not look tired when she gets the door.  whatever exhaustion she might have been wearing would sooner be chased off by concern anyway.  â  fantine?  entrez,  s'il vous plaĂźt,  â she mollifies,  reaching a hand toward the other but not yet making purchase.  â  of course it is fine,  just as soon as you come in.  iâll make tea.  â
ââ  princess rhaenyra of dragonstone  â  and who might you be?  ââ  [@faentine]

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@faentineâ  ...  âĄ
ââ   iâll tell you something that iâve not told anyone else yet, darlingââ   ââ     thereâs an air about her, somehow, that makes it sound as though a great honour is being bestowed upon poor fantine, as though the spilling of miss bowlesâ secrets is a rare occasion indeed, and not something likely to happen whenever she has a spot of gin in her, which is often.  a puff of smoke billows skyward as she pauses for dramatic effect, jittery fingers almost beckoning her fellow blonde closer, bottle green nail polish cutting through the cloud that trails from her lips.     ââ  the man iâm seeing; heâs a playwright, you know, castilian!  well, heâs writing a part for me in his next play.  the lead, if you can imagine!   ââ
*an excerpt from hadestown :    â    @faentineâ   . . .    â  the wind is changing.  thereâs a storm coming on.   âÂ
ââ   so i noticed,    ââ   snips the witch,  dark upper lip curling with a grimace as the wind blows past,  chilled air nipping the tip of their nose.   it crinkles right along with their lip in reply,  &  elphaba sniffs distastefully at the telltale scent of rain looming in the air.   they might find it pleasant if not so foreboding a sign for them.   instead,  they reach up to carefully adjust the brim of their hat until it well shields their body from the sky.    (   although,  elphaba thinks grimly,  the wind will no doubt knock it astray again soon.   )    ââ   thatâs my cue to find shelter then.  &  youâd do best to do the same.   a night out in weather like the sort weâre in for could well be your last.   ââ
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