le-bayard-polonaise

[le-bayard-polonaise]

I think we need to ask him @bayard-de-la-garde !!!

I wonder if it's true that Monsieur Bessiéres lays kinder surprise eggs... This thought haunts me!

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*Pepi wants to cry but he knows he can't. He is there with a child how the hell could he let himself cry im front of a child?*

*He enters the thick bushes. It appears that this-sure-is-not-ghost is hiding in them although prince doesn't know much about paranormal activity. Romanticism in his country didn't start until 1822 that's not his fault!*

*Footprints. He sees footprints and they sure aren't his nor Emilka's. The person who left them wasn't wearing any shoes. He breaths smoke in, feeling like some sort of detective and leans towards them. They are fresh. Someone was walking barefoot in the middle of winter. A ghost? Can it be?*

*He hears a branch crack and he's sure he didn't step on anything. In fact he is standing still like a pillar of salt. If he turns back to see what it was he might as well become one.*

Hmmm *he things aloud*

*The branch cracks louder*

POKAŻ SIĘ GŁUPI ŚMIECIU

*He then feels a sudden hit to the head*

Brrrr... Do you think I will be scared of your childlish behavior?

*He starts laughing although he doesn't feel like it.*

Augh!

*Something sharp cuts his hand, not deeply but enough to make a little stream od blood appear.*

Do you think this is funny?

*He doesn't expect any answers and nearly screams hearing a voice say*

Maybe I do

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Awwww dziękuję!

Dobrze mieć starszego brata. On jest duży tak jak tata, taki mądry i dorosły, nawet wąsy mu urosły!

W co się bawić on pokaże, uczy mnie grać na gitarze, odprowadzi dziś do szkoły, jest przystojny i wesoły.

Czasem mówi, że przeszkadzam, ale ja się z tym nie zgadzam, jestem przecież jego siostrą, tylko małą, niedorosłą…

Starszy brat to świetna sprawa z nim wspaniała jest zabawa! Ja też kiedy już urosnę, chcę się zmienić w starszą siostrę!

@le-bayard-polonaise Dziękuję że jesteś, Pepi!

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B E H Y I O N U D

Łąka gdzie pachnie goździkiem kartuzkiem suchym brnie para bodziewiem młody oficer armii francuskiej a kto dziewczyna?

AAA!

What the fuck??????????????

Romantic poetry ghost?????? @the-little-miss-poet

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It will be okay... It will be okay... *hugs her tightly*

*he won't admit it but he is, in fact scared of ghosts. so many battles fought but he can't win over his fear. they are the only thing he is scared of. water is nothing. he likes swimming sometimes remembering how, when he was young he won a bet to swim through Laba on his horse. river is just a river. ghost is the symbol of incoming catastroph. but what can happen if he is already dead?*

*he frees one hand from Emilka's embrace and reaches in his pocket to get a pipe. he lights it up. this habit sure is unhealthy but smoking makes him more relaxed and ready to take quick decisions*

Um... Sorry. *he hugs her again*

I will see what's hiding there, okay? Can't be ghosts.

Remember holy water anon gave me for Nonymous? I still have it somewhere...

Wait no KURWA MY UHLANS DRANK IT THINKING IT WAS VODKA!

Sorry for my language.

Now I will go and check what's scarying us and our horses so much...

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Emilka, you limp... Lean on me, okay? We don't have to hurry so you don't get hurt more.

Ghosts aren't here... I hope so...

*horses follow him as if he was some kind of whisperer. he understands them and they trust him with their lives. they are gentle unless something scares or angers them. he heard of animals being able to sense paranormal activity before but he didn't tell anyone he really thought it's true.*

*suddenly the chestnut horse stops and looks around nervously*

Baby what's wrong?

*he can't control himself anymore*

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Yay :D

Why is everyone booping me?? **bites off your fingers** nomnomnomcrunch

[le-bayard-polonaise]

If you still take requests

Could you draw Józef Poniatowski pleeeaaase *Shrek cat eyes*

(if you need references lmk!)

Pony boy!

(I don't know that much about him but he is one of my favourite marshals and so I decided to give him a cunty pose)

[le-bayard-polonaise]

How about I give you pierogi and you only eat people I don't like?

AND STOP BITING MY FRIEND

Why is everyone booping me?? **bites off your fingers** nomnomnomcrunch

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Can you stand up? Does anything hurt? Hmmm... Scare, you say. Yes, it happens sometimes. Horses are, after all fragile creatures

*He shivers hearing the word "ghosts". What if white lady is here and wants to have some business with him? But he won't tell Emilka. He can't die one more time that would be ridiculous. Everyone dies once.*

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

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*he hears a sudden thud and looks away, worringly*

OH?

*he gets of his horse and rushes to her*

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit... Are you alright?

*he pats horse that Emilka chose*

What were you imaging? What? What?

*the horse looks at him with guilt in it's eyes*

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

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Let's go then!

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

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If he stops being so mean, sure *still mad, but tries not to show it*

i summon you @nonymousss

I don't know if he'll come here after Pepi chased him away with a broom.

[le-bayard-polonaise]

QUICK GET THE HOLY WATER

THANK YOU GOOD PERSON

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*gets on his horse*

Where are we going to race? You make the rules, Madame.

*Emilka sneaks up and hugs him from behind*

Cześć Pepi! Czy jesteś zajęty? Zrobimy razem pierogi? Pościgamy się konno? Poczytamy jakieś polskie książki? Zostaniesz moim starszym bratem?

*has a suddenly flow of words*

@the-little-miss-poet

Cześć Emilka! *hugs her* Awww możemy porobić co tylko zechcesz *laughs* ale może nie wszystko w tej chwili. Co powiesz na wyścig, a potem pierogi? Chodźmy po konie. Prędko, prędko! Chyba nie chcesz być ostatnia *giggles*

[le-bayard-polonaise]

Dzień dobry.

i summon you @nonymousss

I don't know if he'll come here after Pepi chased him away with a broom.

[le-bayard-polonaise]

YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT NONYMOUS I DON'T CARE ABOUT CHRISTMAS SEASON YOU ARE UNINVITED TO MY CARNIVAL BALL YOU FU— SORRY FOR LANGUAGE

*hits him more*

OD POWIETRZA GŁODU OGNIA I WOJNY WYBAW NAS PANIE OR WHATEVER YOU SAY TO SCARE AWAY DEMONS

Why is everyone booping me?? **bites off your fingers** nomnomnomcrunch