#cambre house

[jackhkeynes]

cambr pijon "lodgings"

cambr pijon /ˈkam.br̩ piˈʒɔn/ [ˈkam.bɐ pɪˈʝɔn]

lodging house, boarding house, a building containing rooms for long-term rent and usually providing meals and cleaning;

(a single) rented room in such a building

Etymology: collocation first used in the eighteenth century, from cambr "bedroom" and pijon "rent". The noun cambr "bedroom, quarters" descends directly from Latin camera "chamber, room"; the noun pijon "rent" descends from Latin pēnsiō "payment, pension".

Hamtour ny cambr pijon teyen dessur d'ogtant. /hamˈtur ni ˈkam.br̩ piˈʒɔn tiˈjɛn dɛˈsɪr dɔjˈtant/ [hɐmˈtʊː ni ˈkam.bɐ pɪˈʝɔn tɪˈʝɛn dɪˈsɪː dʊjˈtant] dweller in-df room rent number-ipf-3p above of=eighty The boarding house had over eighty lodgers.

[drachonia]

❝ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. ❞

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃: ❝𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.❞ ⸻ All I want is to fly with you, all I want is to fall with you, so just give me all of you... how do we rewrite the stars? say you were made to be mine? nothing can keep us apart, 'cause you are the one I was meant to find it's up to you, and it's up to me, no one can say what we get to be, why don't we rewrite the stars? changing the world to be ours.

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𝐼. ⸻ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.

name, léa cambre ⤷ delicate or weary.

nickname, not yet

sex, female

orientation, heterosexual, demiromantic

birth date, October 13

zodiac sign, libra

place of birth, city of la mer in quartz, northwest of rhodolite

age, 27

occupation, performer, traveling merchant

crest, honey badger

alignment, neutral good

mbti, enfj

𝐼𝐼. ⸻ 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

eyes, crisp slate blue with dark brown limbal rings around her pupils, making her eyes seem large and inviting.

hair, long curly hair that reaches past her waist to the backs of her thighs, typically with her fringe pulled back into twists and done up in a flower-like bun. her favorite style is made after roses.

built, very much an hourglass figure, but on the more slender side. the best way to describe her figure is very ballerina-like in stature, though she's not as tall as most dancers.

height, 5'6" - 168 cm

weight, 132 lbs

𝐼𝐼𝐼. ⸻ 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

father, yuri arai

mother, margot cambre

brothers, sacha

sisters, émelie, elodie

𝐼𝑉. ⸻ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

traits, hospitable, resourceful, concillator, romantic, planner

passions, dancing, reading, helping others with plans

fears, not finding a life partner, letting down her family, being taken from her family, not being good enough

colors, carmine, 14k yellow gold (pale and warm in color), warm chocolate browns (usually shades lighter than her dark brown hair), blacks, warm yellows and gold fabrics, dusty rose pinks.

aesthetics, hot chocolate, the smell of anise, warm winter nights, lively dancing, subtle frilled accents on a dress, candlelit houses in the dead of winter, night festivals, earthy warm colored book covers and aged papers, an old sweets shop, the clack of short heels on cobble.

𝑉. ⸻ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

around loved ones, hardworking, attentive, loving around friends, protective, mediator, energetic, sisterly, a romanticist around strangers, amicable, sassy, overactive, overachieving

𝑉𝐼. ⸻ 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.

dancing, she learned alongside her sister and several others as being of nobility on her father's side, and never stopped since. loving to perform, she often asks to join others in their acts, not doing it for the attention so much as the happiness it brings her just to dance.

baking, Léa learned from her parents at a rather young age how to make baked goods and cook hearty meals. Both technically from her Rhodilitian mother, but her father took to the idea of owning a bakery alongside her mother's apothecary.

negotiation, perhaps it's from her paternal grandfather being a noble, but Léa can manage to make most talks around her warm and inviting, even if they may start out hostile. Wit paired with her cheeriness can be both infectious and intimidating.

𝑉𝐼𝐼. ⸻ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

Léa is perhaps the most sociable among her four siblings. growing up as the second youngest to an apothecary mother and baker father, she found a fascination in the fantastical world of literature alongside her elder sister, both encouraged by their parents.

she moved to Rhodolite under her father's friend, staying at a bookstore and helping as a way to make extra money while she learned from a troupe there. She finds fascination in the literature and delights in the festivals around Foundation Day.

𝑉𝐼𝐼𝐼. ⸻ 𝐚𝐫𝐭.

reference, here. art, 1 2 3 fics, 1 2 3

[germanpostwarmodern]

For a long time the work of architect, designer and artist Lucien Engels (*1928) very much unknown outside of Belgium. A student of Louis-Herman de Koninck and Victor Bourgeois at La Cambre in Brussels Engels developed a comprehensive vision of a contemporary lifestyle that integrated architecture, furniture and art. With great sensitivity Engels designed modernist yet sensual houses, apartment buildings and furniture. His magnum opus nonetheless is the „Home Emile Vandervelde II“ in Oostduinkerke, a holiday resort completed in 1957 and a total work of art for which Engels also designed furniture and murals and also involved other artists. e.g. Jan Cox who realized a 35 meter long mural.

A comprehensive overview of Lucien Engels’ rich oeuvre provides the present catalogue, written by Geert Bekaert and Mil De Kooning and published by Urban Gent in 2010: it contains a thorough biographical essay on the architect by Bekaert, followed by four case studies of his most important projects: the aforementioned „Home Emile Vandervelde II“, the Lambiotte and Lauwers houses, the Emile Vandervelde II house and his stunning own house. Extensively illustrated with plans, drawings and photographs and competently explained by Mil De Kooning the reader easily understands the irresistible appeal of Lucien Engels’ architecture and details. In the following chapters the authors shed light on his furniture designs, his collaboration with other artists as well as his own artistic output that amalgamates influences of Paul Klee, Primitivism and traditional Asian art.

Being a bilingual (NL/EN) edition the present catalogue provides a richly illustrated and very insightful overview of the work of an important Belgian architect also to an international audience. Very worth exploring!

[blog029283]

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[2o2m333ny444m2o2]

My clothes swallow my lithe body as I walk around my home in deep thought, lifting my leg into an arabesque or bending into a cambre at times. What am I thinking deeply about? ballet. I think about ballet a lot. I think maybe 97% of my thoughts are about ballet.

I always dance and stretch around my house. Always. I stretch on countertops, I use walls, I dance around my kitchen as I wait for tea, I lift my leg over my head when I’m bored in bed, and I do my swan arms naked in the mirror after a shower. I just have to do these things.

[paranormalhousewife]

This Week's Theme: Haunted Horror Film & Paranormal Investigation Festival

This Week’s Theme: Haunted Horror Film & Paranormal Investigation Festival

This week we are taking a break from my weekly theme of writing about different states’ haunted locations or urban legends to talk about the festival I went to last weekend. Why didn’t I write about it last week? Well, because life happened. After spending the weekend staying up late every night with investigations and watching scary movies, I needed a day or two to recover some of my spoons.…

[spectrewavesllp]

Cambre House and Farm in Nauvoo, Illinois USA Spectrewaves Paranormal on a Paranormal Investigation  Spirit of a Child Interaction

Spectrewaves Paranormal were setting up in the Dining room at the Cambre House and Farm in Nauvoo, Illinois USA on a Paranormal Investigation when Spectrewaves Paranormal started to get Interactions, There are reports of a little girls spirit that has been seen on the grounds. As we talked to her the interactions intensified.

[finlaure13]

The Dying Swan – Natalia Osipova (The Royal Ballet)

Royal Opera House

Published on 17 Nov 2020

Natalia Osipova performs Michel Fokine's The Dying Swan as part of The Royal Ballet: Live – Within the Golden Hour.

Royal Ballet Principal Natalia Osipova is joined by solo piano Kate Shipway and solo cello Christopher Vanderspar. The Dying Swan, which would become Anna Pavlova’s most famous role, was choreographed by Michel Fokine and set to music by Camille Saint-Saëns.

The Royal Ballet: Live – Within the Golden Hour begins with a varied selection of excerpts and set pieces and concludes with Artistic Associate Christopher Wheeldon’s ballet of shimmering beauty, Within the Golden Hour.

[bigstudentnerd]

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[officialleehadan]

Every Hour Matters

“Where is she?”

Rennan didn’t bother with niceties as he swept into the castle towards Cambre’s sister and father. He was garbed in his favorite dragon-scaled robes, displaying his true form, but they were an afterthought. A veneer of civility that was all he could manage right now.

Cambre was missing. They had agreed to meet just outside her friend’s estate, where she would be unguarded and he could spirit her off into the wind with none the wiser. The letters for her family would be posted from her friend’s house, and would arrive days after they were gone.

But Lavender Paravent, who had been bemused by his sudden appearance, claimed that Cambre never arrived.

Rennan had flown the route she was supposed to take, but neither his eyes nor his magical senses turned up any trace of his missing mate. She wasn’t anywhere along the roads, or any of the nearest castles. He could still feel his scale, the one around Cambre’s throat, but it was distant and hidden. Obscured by magic. Not for the first time, Rennan cursed the fact that he was not the finest mage among his kind. He could probably pick through the magic if he could find it, but he would have to find it first.

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[drosera-nepenthes]

Princess Clementine of Belgium, the youngest daughter of the Royal House, is twenty-four. She is an exceptionally lovely girl, with very dark hair and eyes, and fine chiselled features. She carries herself admirably. People think she is cold and reserved because of her dignified bearing, but she is really one of the most sympathetic and warm-hearted of girls. She was brought up, like her sisters, in easy, simple fashion, going about amongst the people with her father, or with her uncle and aunt, the Comte and Comtesse de Flanders. Her education was a very thorough one, many of the professors from the Conservatoire in Brussels attending at the Palace in that city or at the Cheateau de Laeken, where the Royal Family spend many months of the year. Princess Clementine has very literary tastes, reading omnivorously and contributing to La Femme Fille, a monthy magazine which her mother started in 1889. She is also a great rider, and may often be seen on horse-back in the Bois de la Cambre or driving with the king along the boulevards. She has several dogs, and two or three always follow her when out. Dancing is another accomplishment of these Belgian princesses, both Princess Clementine and the Archduchess Stephanie being acknowledged experts in the ball-room. Several painful tragedies have occurred in the life of the former: first the terrible death of her sister Stephanie's husband; then her governess to whom she was greatly attached was burnt to death in front of her at Laeken; and a year after her cousin and fiance, Prince Baldwin of Flanders, died after a very short illness. The princess is an exemplary daughter, and it is said she has refused several offers of marriage because she is loathe to leave her father and mother.

Atalanta 1897

[jackhkeynes]

Four Miles to Freedom

excerpt in translation from 2007 work Four Miles to Freedom (originally released in Borlish as Catr Lau a Leurtað), written by Pentrose-based author Matheu Smodarac. Set in the Pentrose of the early twentieth century, it was praised for its depiction of the city recovering from the ravages of the Millstone War.

Lampionment baric n'aye presenç deja caut lonc y picq routel yon trovað ern y cambr pijon d'Ivocq, clignað com annex denover entr un livry a tom rediveu eð y tarn svelt Y Dou Ollem façadant vars Rout Veðr Foris. Electric streetlight had not yet reached the little alleyway on which Ivock's boarding-house stood, squeezed like an afterthought between a second-hand bookshop and the narrow Two Elms pub which faced Old Foris Street.

I quaucau sortent sull'yeul ovart, y stanc passant dessou dell'ig lumner aurfiað de lamp y cercondment bagnant vars un caldour monochrom. He hurried out onto the thoroughfare, walking through the pools of that golden lamplight which bathed the surroundings in warm monochrome.

Y pian ja vat de ploy jayen lousc tandic l'eye tras y rout e desveyau theatrfiour arreloðeçað exeunt faint des y Paviglon e colant vars y quarf souterran y proismessem. The still-wet cobbles glinted as he crossed the road and dodged theatregoers in their best clothes exiting the Pavilion and streaming to the nearest dusker station.

Con tan cous moglastr l'octobr stan preuç contr y saçon, eð Ivocq remorde l'ouçon de sy dorangot gras pres toð pront. Despite the damp it was unseasonably warm for October, and Ivock regretted opting for his heavy overcoat almost at once.

[anotherfashionstory]

Haute Couture Pt 1

The Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture Parisienne, now known as the Fédération de la Haute Couture et de la Mode, was founded in 1868 as the Chambre Syndicale de la Couture or des Confectionneurs et des Tailleurs pour Dame, and it consists of three separate trade associations: the Cambre Syndacale de la Haute Couture, the Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture, and the Chambre Syndicale

The federation is also directing a fashion school École de la chambre syndicale de la couture parisienne created in 1927 and that has seen as alumni personality such as Valentino Garavani, Yves Saint Laurent, Karl Lagerfeld, André Courreges, Issey Miyake, Anne Valerie Hash, Alexis Mabille, Tomas Maier, Nicole Miller, Stephane Rolland.

Only a nominated commission can assign the label Haute Couture (a legally protected phrase) to a Maison.

To be appropriate, the Maison must produce bespoke garments with a workforce of 15 full-time employees and 20 technical employees. Each collection must consist of 50 unique and original pieces displayed during fashion week and developed exclusively for a certain clientele. A brand became an official member after being invited.

This union emphasizes the importance of the designer’s creativity, the quality of the fabrication that is made on each customer with multiple trials, and the establishment of regulations for the sale and duplication of the design.

The Chambres Syndicales have around a hundred members, and the President Ralph Toledano only works with Pietro Beccari (Christian Dior), Delphine Bellini (Schiaparelli), Riccardo Bellini (Maison Margiela), Philippe Fortunato (Givenchy), Bruno Pavlovsky (Chanel), and Sophie Waintraub (Jean-Paul Gaultier) to establish the members for haute couture.

This organization provides members with not only the potential to be classed at the top of the fashion world, but also economic, technological, cultural, and political benefits.

It aims to showcase French Fashion Culture as well as the dedication that this type of environment entails.

The birth of Pret-a-Porter in the twentieth century also influenced the importance of Haute Couture; the main differences are measured in time and expenses, and this market, which was already very limited, became almost exclusive and inaccessible, with only a few thousand people able to afford or have access to this type of luxury item. Thanks to the Federation, this type of fashion has become a market window that displays the artisanal work’s capability, which is also a significant point for the pret a porter and fast fashion.

One of the Federation’s main goals is to organize the French Fashion Weeks, including dates and locations, and to determine the standards that a brand or a fashion house must adhere to in terms of quality in the industry in order to be classed as Haute Couture.

In truth, this federation is very strict about supporting the proper designer; in fact, one of the key concerns is the handcrafted manufacturing quality.

[aristocratslog]

POOR SAILOR from Victor Carrey on Vimeo.

Short Film, 2015

This is a short film I shot in 2015.

Directed by VICTOR CARREY Based on "Poor Sailor" by SAMMY HARKHAM

A ESCAC FILMS production

CAST: Tatín Revenga, Manuel Manquiña, Maria Rivera, James Giblin, Hugo Cortés, Antoni Llorca, Pep Rosés, Ricard Gómez, Chus Leiva, Norberto Morán, José Luis Climent, Laia Serra, Marta Olivella, Cristian Aquino, Karl Lawrence, Sergio Blaya, Fermín Galán, Agost Alustiza Producers: Lita Roig, Sergi Casamitjana Line Producer: Carles Cambres Cinematography: Bet Rourich Production Designer: Anna Pujol Tauler Stylist: Ester Palaudàries, Vinyet Escobar Sound: Agost Alustiza 1st AD: Anna Jorquera, Daniel J. De Ventrosa Focus puller: Patricia Torres, Alba Alarcón, Maria Parés Camera ass: Sofi Perez-Portabella, Arnau Mata Gaffer: Leo Calzoni Best Boy: Lluis Maymó Sparks: Ferran Serra, Marc Romeu, Enric Miranda, Carlos Rigo, Dani Jareño, Juli Carné, Albert Bada, Marc Llusià, Maria Codina, Thais Català Editor: Martí Roca Music: Rauelsson, Jaume Sisa Script: Helena Mariño, Aina Seguí Make Up: Danae Gatell Head of Production: Janna Thamers Coord. Production: Cristina Tapia Prod. Assistants: Armando J. Ríos, Xavi Toll, Yaiza Navarro Aux. Production: Oscar Perez, Ona Martinez, Txetxu Garcia, David Barreda, Raul Arranz, Franki ALarcon, Carlos Solano, Miquel Calvo, Nacho Sanchez, Bety Fortuny Art director ass: Iris Santamaria Ambientadoras: Alba Bravo, Lorena Tapia Atrezzista: Laia Serra Ass. Rodaje: Cristina Hontilluelo Aux. rodaje: Teresa Caballero Atrezz. montaje: Pep Oliver, Oscar Hernandez, Manel Domenech, Juan ANtonio Santos FX: Bernat Puig Stylist Assistant: Laia Pajares Microfonistas: Idoia Iñarritu, Gerard Tarrega, Roc Codó, Cora Delgado

Medina del Campo Unit: 1st AD: Rodrigo Molleda DOP: Gina Ferrer Head of Production: Lucia Miret Prod. Assistant: Primavera Ruiz Prod. Assistants: Cecilia M. Ruiz, Rachel Chantada Focus Puller: Arnau Mata Aux. Camera: Diego Comendador Make Up: Cristina Fernandez Sound: Lin Chang Colorist: Xavi Santolaya Postproduction house: Lastcrit Sound mix: Dani Zacarías FX Supervisor: Alex Villagrasa, Laura Pedro FX compositors: Real Flow, Txetxu de la Portilla, Ione Monroy, Raquel Enriquez, Nico Zarza

[elseaa]

Stop to lying to me, fanfic Nedport chapter one.

Pairing: Nedport

Timeline: Humain Au

Word: 2477

All the students entered the classroom when the ringing of the university bells. Marianne had already joined Rosa, chatty together as usual, they sat next to each other. A few minutes after the beginning of the course, the door opened slowly, João entered the room step by step of wolves, the teacher did not pay even attention to him. Marianne then moved from a seat to let him sit between them.

-Is that your calendar delay this week? Is she giggling.

-Get used to it! It won’t change, there is a way I have a date tonight." He explained by putting his notebook on the desk.

-Still a blond, I suppose? Did she casually question him?

Joao nodded and showed to the girls the pictures of a blond with brown eyes, very beautiful of course, however, they did not seem really approved for that. Towards the end of the first hour of class, Marianne gave a little nudge to her Portuguese friend.

-The handsome guy is still looking at you!

-I have already told you that he is not my type.

-You seem to be his, he is handsome, though said the brunette, touching his ponytail.

-Don’t touch my hair! You know I don’t like it…

-eheheh if I were a handsome boy I’m sure you wouldn’t mind.

-João, you have been single for so long.... You should think about finding someone.

-And I’m fine to be single !

João then cast a discreet glance at the boy sitting behind him, their looks crossed again in the space of a short second, just like last week and the week before.

-Give him a chance. He’s tall and blond, it’s perfect, isn’t it? Argue the blonde.

-I am. not. interested. by him. You know that my last relationship wasn’t very happy so…. Did he reply dry while being cut off by the professor?

-SILENCE the three of you!! I would like to be able to continue giving my lesson ! If you are not interested in attending then go out !

The two companions rose up in surprise, stopped bothering their friend and finally decided to follow the course while giggling a little, no question of abandoning their mission to finally couple their beloved João. As for him, he put his things in his backpack, annoyed as much by the class as by the girls' words.

-Will you give me the notes? Asked Joao

-Yes, yes ! they answered together

-Rosa, since you write badly, you will give her yours. 

-but…

The professor sighed, even if he would have preferred that all three come out, at least the silence had returned.

-For this second hour of class, I will explain the tasks of the work to be done in pairs for next week.

At these words, the two girls looked at each other, each smiling on their face, their friend’s partner was already chosen!

The rest of the hour went on without a hitch, Abel then approached the two pretty girls, pretending to strike them with his eyes.

-I would like to know where João is?

-Oh. Euuuh, of course. I will give you his number. Said Marianne.

This surprise left Marianne empty-handed, who then tore a small piece of paper from her pad of paper to write a number she handed to Abel. He took him in hand without saying a word and encoded him in his phone, his strict look prevented anyone from knowing what he was thinking.

-Normally, when it dries it hangs out in the Cambre wood or the bars of the Cemetery of Ixelles.

-Thank you. He answered dry.

He then moved away from the two girls by crunching the piece of paper in his pants and went to look for her from his partner.

-Ouuuuf! I thought he was angry that they put him with João!" exclaimed Marianne, finally reassured.

-Thanks God! I am still alive !

-Do you think it was right to pair them?

-I wonder… Maybe nothing will happen. Confia Rosa. 

-Ah… But it’s not really our problem anymore ! All he had to do was be present at the class, but I say that I said nothing, right, Rosa?

-It’s for work!

-They will only do it once at the cottage, not need to make a cheese ! I am really looking forward to knowing what will happen, we will know everything tomorrow

Finally, Joao had not gone far, he was staying on campus to eat a little and reread his courses in peace and in the sun. Although Abel had sent him a text, he received no reply when he suddenly saw him about twenty meters away accompanied by a blond with smooth hair of about his size who did not seem to act in a very pleasant way, Probably complaining about him and raising his voice angry while Joao didn’t seem to be comfortable with the boy, trying to escape. Abel, who was unable to understand their conversations from so far away quickly approached them, no question of letting his partner run away when suddenly he grabbed his ponytail to intimidate him, Joao then violently pushed him away, getting himself snatched some hair on the way.

-Let go of me! I hate being touched by my hair!

-Tsss.. I’m out of here. 

At these words, João was finally relieved of a burden, he then turned, feeling a presence very close to him who had seen the whole scene, which disturbed him a little.

-I need you

-What do I need? He asks, on the defense.

Abel then handed him the explanatory sheets of the work with their two first names.

-The teacher has given us a job to do and your friends have decided that you will do it with me."

-What? » But I never wanted to do it with you !

-I don’t give a shit so you follow me that we finish this story quickly. Abel insisted.

-What doesn’t make you say I have other plans for tonight?

-Don’t you have one that just canceled right now? The sooner we finish, the less time you’ll have to rub shoulders with me

Abel was right and even though he was still angry, João followed him without saying a word. Abel simply warned him that they would first pick up his little brother at school before going to his house.

———

They arrived in front of Abel’s little brother’s school, when the end of school was rung, a lot of children rushed to their parents or caregivers, many of them had drawings or crafts in their hands. It was then that an little blond head dressed in white and blue and with a big smile came out of the crowd while directing towards Abel and João, presenting a very colorful drawing.

-Big Brother !! Look I drew Pelze!

-This is a very beautiful drawing, we will put it in the living room, give me your satchel

Abel crouched down to took his satchel and drawing in hand while stroking his head.

-It is that you draw very little man ! said Joao

-Merciii, Pelze is my dog ​​and this is the big brother's rabbit, are you a friend of my big brother? Your name is comment He asked smiling.

-Hmm ... well, yes ?… I’m João

-Nice to meet you, my name’s Mickael! And look, I  won 5 euros at school ! Look !

-It's the third week that you bring back 5 euros, where do you get them from? Asked his big brother again.

Little Mickael, nine years old and proudly showed his five-euro note that only god knows how he got there, so he explained about his day on the tram journey, getting along very well with João while Abel was much calmer while remaining very attentive. Joao then sighed in listening to him speak.

-If only my little brother was so cute

-Antonio?

-Do you know my brother?

-I have Spanish lessons with his boyfriend, believe me towards the end of each lesson, he is always the same idiot who beckons him at the window

-No mistake it's him !! He said, giggling.

-We see that you are brother, you look very similar

Abel began to stare at João who, following these words, had just offered him an expression full of self-confidence.

-Certain but I remain more beautiful than him! He affirmed by quibbling one of her locks of hair

-It is true. Said Abel

Joao stopped short at Abel's unexpected words but little Mickael was too busy telling his day for him to speak more, he contented himself with a discreet glance at Abel who vaguely gave him the time to a few seconds.

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About ten minutes later, arriving from Watermael-Boisfort, not far from the forest, they finally got off the tram. Lots of nature was present in the neighborhood where they lived, close to a large lake and two large green spaces, it was very quiet during the day, you could hear some birds, all the houses were very large, pretty and well decorated . Arriving in front of one of the houses, Abel then passed the very flowery front yard, in particular with tulips and poppies and took his keys from his pocket to open the door. Michael ran into the house as quickly as possible.

-Pelze !!

The young puppy who was waiting for him wisely in front of the door jumped into the open arm of his young master, happy with his return.

-We are back !

At these words, the pretty African who took advantage of the sunbeams in their garden returned to the house to welcome them with a big smile.

-I was waiting for you my loves ! How was your day ?

She then noticed that her sons were accompanied by João, the surprise could be see on her face, Abel brought friends so rarely to the house that her mother did not even remember the last one !

-Why didn't you tell me you were bringing a friend ?! She exclaimed.

-It's for group work, it was done today and ...

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence as the African woman, named Fatoumata, headed for the stairs, climbing a few steps.

-My darling !! Come see ! Abel brought a friend!

-Really ?!!!

—-

Some footsteps echoed on the stairs, an adorable little blonde with very long hair came to greet João, both were very cheerful with his presence and assailed him with questions and did not stop complimenting the fact that he was a very handsome boy. Abel knew very well that they shouldn't be disturbed at the time, it was the same for every new friend of their children. João then answered the questions kindly, also thanking them for the welcome and said that he ate everything. Michael took care of putting his harness on to his dog, really looking forward to going for a walk in the park. Abel then went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, without wasting time, a large ball of fur passed the garden door, he handed a celery stick to his rabbit, which rose on its hind legs trying to catch the vegetable, when he finally had it between his teeth, he took it like a trophy like a dog would have its bone in its mouth to bring it on the outside courtyard leading to the garden and ate in front of the sun. Abel then looked more closely at the kitchen worktop, something was missing!

-Sophie! Where are my waffles ?!

-Oh, Bella took them on the way home, it's for her friends. Responded her mother. 

-I told her to leave me two or at least one! Complained Abel

-According to her they were missing, so you already took them this morning ! Said Sophie.

-Sorry ? But it was the same last week! Whenever we make cakes or waffles, I ask her to leave some, then she takes everything and accuses me of accusing her of stealing everything !!

-But I can't help it! Look, she's in the midst of a teenage crisis so you're getting on with her

-But…

-There is no but ! With that, we're going to walk the dog and do some shopping for tonight

The blonde then dressed in her jacket, following her wife taking her hand as for Mickael was already outside with Pelze's leash, still full of energy.

-And see you later boys ! Said the second mother.

——

The house was finally quiet, João stared at Abel for several seconds.

-You don't call them moms?

-I .. not often, I consider them as my mothers however, they adopted me with my sister and my brother when I was 11 years old then ...

Abel paused his explanation, unable to look the Portuguese in the face, so he touched the scar he had on his eyebrow.

-So when I call them moms, I always have the face of my biological mother and father in my mind ... These are some bad memories. Explained Abel. 

-Oh .. Excuse me for asking

-You shouldn't worry, we're very happy now, I really love my mothers. Abel said smiling.

Joao blushed at his smile, it was the first time he saw him with such an expression on his face, contrary to the first idea he had made of him, he was actually quite handsome.

Abel then grabbed a few snacks and a drink and went up to his room with Joao. They both opened their macbooks on his large desk. His room was quite large, decorated with travel souvenirs and some pictures where he didn't really smile as usual. The windows in the room were large and the room very bright, Abel closed his curtains to avoid having the sun in their eyes.

Before starting the work, Abel took the time to explain the course to him but when they started to write the text, João seemed to have writing difficulties of which Abel complained however, he was much better than him to find the documents most relevant. Two hours passed, the task was much longer than he thought. João then got out of the office chair to collapse in the big green beanbag that was used for Abel's video game and reading.

-I can't take it anymore ! I need a break !

-I don't mind, we've already made enough progress

Calm had set in when João noticed the look Abel was giving him, he then sported a sly smile, Abel approached him, disturbing by that little smile.

-What makes you laugh ? Asked Abel.

-And therefore I am more beautiful than my brother? He finally asked

-That ?! It's nothing more than a fact, he looks like an idiot while you are ... well ...

-Why are you embarrassed? Stop lying to me, I see it at each class that you devour my eyes.

He then rested his hand on his thigh and grabbed him by the collar to put his lips on hims while Abel ran his hand through his soft hair to undo his ponytail.

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jfkhkdgnskglsjjs one of my colleagues who has DRIVEN ME TO MY HOUSE before just exclaimed his shock that I'm still in the city during lockdown....... "wait where are you? why haven't you gone home" he straight up forgot that I have always lived here Cambr*dge really is just Like That