baby banksy

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll see you there.” Ed tried not to laugh as he changed his voice, imitating the pop star still over the phone. He made his way to the art room, excitedly. Ed leaned against the doorway just admiring Coley from afar before saying “Oh. I’m sorry. The Harry Styles can’t come to the phone right now…”

@thefrenchprincesse

[calls:] “Hey Harry.. unfortunately I can’t go there since I’m busy but perhaps you can meet me in the art classroom?”

[text:] harry?! oh right, bonjour harry! when can I see you again?

“Run it again” Grayson said as he watched the class, his eyes flicking from student to student, watching their form every part of the way. “You.” He said as he pointed to one of the students, “Back straight, arm extended full and flick your wrist.” He said. 

“I am at work. I have to be professional.” She simply replied, “How are you? Why are you out of bed, you should be resting.”

“You heard the good doctor. I should be fine in a few weeks.”

“Why, yes, how can I help you?” Zara said from inside the infirmary. Since the attack, the wing has been filled with injured and traumatized students and staff that Zara didn’t have time to restock the clinic she volunteers at.

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Colette readied herself for the next round. She was definitely already sweating a bit, but she didn’t mind as the cool air was right on them. “N-No! I didn’t say that,” she tried to play off “I said more..more! I wanted more.” She laughed nervously, hoping she didn’t catch that lie.

Distracted by him going in again, she couldn’t help but let her body feel all the sensations. Edmond was going slow and steady letting Colette feel everything he was giving her. The room filled with their heavy breathing, the music of sex. “Edmond..” She moaned, feeling herself build up again. “Faster..” She told him, wanting him to pick up the pace. She wasn’t sure if just going faster was going to help her finish though. She wasn’t even sure how to do it because it was her first time. Colette already felt her build up going down just letting worried thoughts go through her head.

Ellie listened with a bit of a smile, starting to slowly warm up to the girl. This was especially true after she confirmed being Camille’s sister. “Oh, the middle sister, got it,” she said with a soft chuckle. “Artsy one right?”

Her lips pursed a bit at the mention of her first name but she nodded. “Yeah, Call me Ellie though. Most people do. It’s a lot simpler and less ‘fancy.'”

“Oui! That’s me. It’s a bit embarrassing how she always talks about my art.. even more than me.” She blushed a bit, thinking about her older sister. Colette and her sisters always got along, From descending order from oldest to youngest was the exactly same with their personalities, shyest to more social. “You must be really close to Camille if she talks to you about my art!”

He wishes he could do something to make this better. However, Eirwyn knows the only way to do that’s an impossible feat. As soon as he saw Colette starting to tear up he felt his heart breaking.

“If you think that’s the best for us, then I won’t argue with you.” He says, his voice quivering from trying not to cry himself. 

“Eirwyn, s'il te plait.” She shook her head, seeing tears fill his eyes. This only made hers escape and dripped down onto her paint palette. 

Ellie kept up her forced smile as the other sat down and then nodded at her assessment. “Right you are,” she said, inhaling deeply and lifting her shoulders in a bit of a half shrug. “Duchess of Cairns. As for Camille, I know her well.” She smile was a bit more genuine that time. Perhaps it was because they were both masters and Ellie spent much more time around Camille then most french, she quite liked the princess. “Are you a duchess too or-” Her eyes narrowed and she leaned over a bit more. “No, wait. Are you Camille’s little sister ??”

“I’m a good guesser then!” Colette’s lips pulled into a big smile. “I knew Camille was very good friends with an Australian person, I sort of really guessed and guessed you.” Taking another bit of her apple, she chewed it slowly as the Duchess talked more. “Oui. I am. I’m the middle girl. There’s three of us.” She explained, placing her apple on her textbook. “Camille, then me Colette, then Marinette.” 

Colette couldn’t gather words together to complete a sentence. Too much huffing and short gasps followed with many moans were the only noises that escaped her mouth. She let her lips latch onto his but constantly whimpered when he released his and went back to suck on the shallows of neck. She didn’t have to do much, Edmond being the one doing all the work but somehow she was getting hot herself.