( &&. Yvette + Jacques // @jacqdubois )
The moon hung high and bright in the midnight sky, lighting Yvette’s path to Chateau Dubois, where her lover for the evening was waiting patiently for her arrival. Jacques Dubois. Just thinking of the elder of the Nightshade clan made the fae’s wings flutter excitedly. The Parisian vampire was a regular client of hers, and truthfully, one of her most favorite. Even in the moments she wasn’t warming his bed, Yvette enjoyed his company immensely. Something about him was calming and familiar. Like home. Like Paris. Maybe it was just the whispers against her heated skin in her mother tongue during their nights together that made her feel so attached to him, but, none the less, the young fae found an incredible sense of comfort in the Frenchman’s presence.
As she came to the last set of stairs that lead to the entrance of Jacque’s home, the door suddenly swept open, revealing the very being that had been preoccupying the young fae’s thoughts. There was no helping the way Yvette’s viridian green eyes widened in pure delight at the sight of him. “Monsieur Dubois, a beautiful evening, is it not?”
