#Gaubert

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OUVRAGE | Petits mensonges historiques ➽ http://www.mensonges-histoire.com 22 enquêtes sur des citations historiques célèbres mais apocryphes. De « Souvent femme varie » à « L’Etat, c’est moi ! », en passant par « Et pourtant, elle tourne ! », « Paris vaut bien une messe » ou encore le mot de Cambronne, qui n’a pas en tête ces saillies verbales passées à la postérité ?

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Guillaume Gaubert

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Eve Dumon by Guillaume Gaubert

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Guillaume Gaubert

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Léna Ballayre by © Guillaume Gaubert

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Mars Express by Baptiste Gaubert #1

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[francepittoresque]

OUVRAGE | Petits mensonges historiques ➽ http://www.mensonges-histoire.com 22 enquêtes sur des citations historiques célèbres mais apocryphes. De « Souvent femme varie » à « L’Etat, c’est moi ! », en passant par « Et pourtant, elle tourne ! », « Paris vaut bien une messe » ou encore le mot de Cambronne, qui n’a pas en tête ces saillies verbales passées à la postérité ?

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Guillaume Gaubert

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Pauline Chetrit by Guillaume Gaubert

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Ida Heiner by Oliver Hadlee Pearch

for M Le Magazine du Monde Sept24

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OC Kiss Week: Sunrise

Borrowing the Blorbeaux Gaubert and Lautilde from @monocytogenes for today's entry for @ockissweek! Pravin gets an honorable mention.

WC: 494

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Sunrise finds Thalia on the balcony of her cousin’s Val Chevin apartments, watching the rays of dawn peak over the rooftops. The morning is cool, but she can already feel the heat threatening to overtake the day. A teacup sits on the table beside her, and she picks it up, blowing on the surface to cool it. 

“Ah, hello, hello,” she hears behind her in robust Orlesian. “Good morning to you, my dear.”

“Good morning to you too, Gaubert,” Thalia replies with a small smile. 

“Cannot sleep?” 

“Ah… a little, perhaps.” Thalia’s Orlesian is still rather rusty, her words coming in fits and starts. She ducks her head shyly.  Pravin — “Denci” in the company of Gaubert and his lover-turned-caretaker Lautilde — is undoubtedly still dead to the world, and will remain so for quite some time.  “I am excited to finally see the city.”

The cosmopolitan center of Orlais has been a destination of hers for quite some time. Not that she didn’t spend quite a lot of time here in official Inquisition capacity. But Val Royeaux was strictly business — or grief, she thinks, remembering the jail and Blackwall sitting inside it — and Halamshiral was the Game at its most cutthroat. She has never been to Val Chevin before, nor as she come to this country just for the pleasure of experiencing it. 

“Ah, and we will be delighted to show you.” Gaubert is not a large man, but he commands the presence of someone a foot taller: rotund and perhaps in his sixtieth year, but still somehow handsome: the grey hair hangs to his shoulders and his mustache frames a perpetual charming smile. He swoops in and kisses Thalia on the crown of her head. “Where does Denci plan to bring you first?” 

“Ah, something about a little corner bakery—” Thalia begins, but she is interrupted by a head of blond curly hair and pointed ears poking out onto the balcony. 

“Good morning!” Lautilde announces brightly. “Darling, can I get you tea? Coffee? May I make you some eggs? I do manage an omelette quite nicely.” 

“You could make me an omelette,” Gaubert comments. 

Lautilde swats at his backside with the newly delivered broadsheet. “Make it yourself.” 

Thalia stifles a giggle as Lautilde arranges the papers on the little patio table. “I have already made myself some tea, thank you, Lautilde.” That was one thing she learned to do in the field, at least. “I’ll wait for Fidencio to arise to take breakfast, I think.”

“Oh, you’ll be waiting some hours, I expect. He hates waking early when he is on holiday.” She narrows her eyes and wags a finger at Gaubert. “You have not been trying to seduce Lady Thalia, have you?”

“Me?” Gaubert’s thundering protestation echoes off the courtyard. “I have been but a perfect gentleman! Isn’t that right?”

Thalia nods, but Lautilde clucks her tongue and admonishes him some more. They truly are like an old married couple, Thalia thinks, amused.

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Pauline Santamaria by © Guillaume Gaubert