#ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᵉ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᶦᶠ ᶦ ᵗʳᶦᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ( etienne )

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              as far as étienne was concerned, harry hart had died that day. his mind often wandered to his old friends, wondering if they thought of him. he liked to keep up the grave he’d bought for harry’s funeral, often bringing flowers to act as though harry had a loved one. that he wasn’t any- thing more than a creation of étienne’s. in reality, étienne  was the last of his family to survive, so now that harry was gone, real or not, he was even more alone than he had been.                he kept his coat wrapped tight around him, the  winds harsh today, and he stared down at the grave. he was lucky he’d made it out of that encounter with valentine. not unscathed, but still. he’d placed his flowers down when he arrived. he was getting ready to go, too, but that was  when he heard a twig snapped, and he didn’t bother to look over his shoulder before speaking. ❛ come to visit harry, or a relative ?? ❜ he turned his head slightly, looking over his  shoulder, but the person still wasn’t in his peripheral vision. had he seen the person, he might have turned fully. but no. ❛ terrible day for it. flowers aren’t staying in place, it’s far too windy. ❜

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            he’s been working hard all day. while there’s a few days before he needs to go to the theatre again, the books need tending to and he’s practically making himself sick from the lack of sleep. this cough isn’t the first that he’s let out — though it sounds worse than the rest have. shaking his head at the other, he waves his hand a bit vaguely. ❛ i don’t need to rest. and if you’re going to keep insisting, i’ll do my work elsewhere. ❜ a pause. ❛ perhaps you’ll have to make me. ❜

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@prcyer

            étienne was, understandably, a very busy man. trying to maintain his sanity all while running a theatre. oftentimes he found himself going a few days without sleep, or forgetting to sit down to have a meal. so it was no wonder he’d neglected to step away from the edge of the building when he turned the corner.              a flurry of papers and an exasperated sigh. but it was the  young woman he’d knocked to the ground that caught his attention, and he was quick to reach out his hand to help her up. ❛ terribly sorry, mademoiselle, ❜ he murmured, shaking his head every so slightly. ❛ i seem to get a little too...deep into my thoughts sometimes and i’m a rather forgetful man because of it. are you all right ?? ❜              while he waited for her answer, he bent down to scoop up the script he’d dropped. luckily most of the pages were in one location, rather than scattered across the sidewalk, but a few had gotten away. ❛ merde... ❜ a bit scatter-brained, yes, but intelligent nevertheless.

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           ❛ don’t you think i’m a little old to be tied up ?? ❜

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@prcyer || ( con’t. )

[ TXT — Ruth ] I’m in the mood for pancakes.                            Want to cook them with me?

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            the smoke wafts from the cigarette between his lips. he tries to be mysterious, but he still hates smoking with the deepest passion. even at 48, he’s trying to impress.              ❛ you were saying ?? ❜

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@preachin​ || starter call!

          ❛ with all due respect, monsieur. ❜ étienne adjusts his glasses a bit as he shifts his weight ever so slightly. ❛ you do not strike me as a gentleman that frequents the theatre. ❜ it isn’t unusual for him to slightly judge those that seem to  express interest in funding the arts or joining his company. so he might be coming off as a little...well, harsh. but his intentions are good. ❛ how can i help you ?? were you  interested in funding my productions ?? or perhaps you were interested in joining the company. ❜ a brief pause as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair. ❛ or perhaps you weren’t here for theatre business. ❜

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         ❛ i have a rather large premier to attend at my theatre. would you care to be my date? ❜

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“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!”

meme || @eggscxlibur​ || accepting

        étienne’s eyes flickered open and he found himself drenched in a cold sweat, with eggsy’s face not far fromhis own. his chest was heaving up and down, his face adeep red from the air. his hands reached out, shaking, totouch eggsy’s skin, and he closed his eyes again.        ❛ shit. ❜ his hands ran up to brush over his face, a softgroan leaving his lips. it wasn’t the first nightmare since hisreturn — and it had been only a few days since then. thetwo of them were still in greece.        ❛ i’m sorry, ❜ he murmured softly, finally peeling his handsfrom his face to look at eggsy. ❛ d-did i wake you? ❜

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          étienne has been busy for a few hours filing things away, and thankfully he’s had a little help from his brand new secretary. he’s just about finished with the document he needs finished when he raises his head, turning his attention to the secretary, offering up a very small smile. ❛ perhaps we should break for coffee or lunch ?? ❜

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Kissed

the kissing meme! || @eggscxlibur​

okay so it initially did 44 which is toes but idon’t do that kind of stuff so i ended updoing it again.

#19: Back of the hand

             étienne had a habit of stressing himself out over thelittle things. it was a part he’d somehow manage to hide awayas harry, but now that harry was, well, dead, he was free to letit show. and eggsy was no witnessing the actual panic attacksétienne had come to used to hiding. and hiding them often ledto them all crashing down on him.             but now — now he found himself calming, just by thetouch of the young man. it was a soft kiss, the gentlest he’dexperienced in his whole life, as far as he could remember. hefelt a shiver run up his arm from his knuckles from where eggsyhad pressed this kiss.             was he blushing ?? 

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           ❛ i just stole a bloody car because you told me to and you want me to calm down ?? are you mental ??    la merde que je dois traiter... ❜