#marictta

                   ❛   you look     beautiful    today madam,    _______    how are you feeling   ?   ❜

                ❛   how was your sleep madam ?   ❜                  delicately words spoken in a quiet hush.             safe      words,       a      safe       QUESTION       to ask his wife.       HIS       WIFE       OF       THREE      YEARS.             his      loving      companion.             yet,       still just a      stranger       living in versailles,       in his      HOME.

                Ask About Montparnasse

He started stealing when he was young. Just little things from classmates and stuff. There was that moment of adrenaline when he realized he could get caught, but he never did. And over the years, the risk faded into cockiness that he could keep getting away with it. By time he’s in high school, he’s started stealing from shops and things. Still little stuff, but even on the few instances he’s been ( almost ) caught, he’s been able to lie his ass off and sweet talk himself out of it. He feels good about it.

Now that it’s pretty much all he does, he doesn’t get too fussed over it. On a daily basis, he does a lot of simple pickpocketing. He’s very good and has a very light touch, and has almost never been caught. He does a lot of sleight of hand and knows how to command attention one way over another and the whole thing is more of a thrill than a straight out risk.

Bigger jobs, things that involve legitimate planning, long cons, and the work of all four of them? That’s way more exciting. Montparnasse gets very into it. He and Claquesous are very often the ‘distractions’ or the ‘ins’ for the con ( Mont cause he’s a charmer and Sous because he has a dozen different identities ), rather than the ones doing the heavy lifting in the shadows, but it’s exciting. He gets a gleam in his eyes and he has fun. 

   Exhaustion was displayed on his person, shoulders dragging and eyes begging to    close; The candle, burned only halfway, whispered how much time he had left until     the embrace of dark - and so, the embrace of sleep. That the boy denies himself the    comfort of rest spoke only for his stubbornness -- One might ask, why? And he, with    a tired smile, will reply with - Well, why not? 

you should totally hand him this and attach a letter with the lyrics to in the end

hey now hey n o w

this is what *sobs* dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeams *more sobbing* are made of

marictta replied to your post: whatever you do don’t think about how anastasia...

those arent tears in my eyes they’re in ur eyes what

is i t the fin al girl