#couverts

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Positionner ses couverts de façon explicite

[byreticence]

when: 7 january 2040 where: buchanan's annual gala who: @couverts / baz!

“you’re not subtle, you know.” if his sudden ‘materialization’ behind baz startles the super, cecil doesn’t care. he’d made his approach like this on purpose. baz, his perennial problem child, had a nasty habit of trying to avoid him when he’d done something wrong. and although cecil feels relatively in assuming the other hasn’t gotten into any trouble thus far tonight, there’s always the possibility something else happened earlier and elsewhere and cecil’s yet to hear about it. he doesn’t know which is more headache-inducing: his continued presence here at the gala or the potential of a baz produced crisis. “it’s easier for both of us if you tell me when you’ve done something i need to know about. i don’t feel the need to corner you. you don’t have to see me. we’re all the merrier, sebastian.”

[cyberbonded]

when: 7 january 2040 where: buchanan's annual gala who: @couverts / jj!

“if i’d known how many of the supers would sulk because they’re about to be not so special, i would have started pregaming way earlier.” once more, saskia kicks her shoes off under the table she, odessa, and jj are sharing. it’s just her and jj which surprises her since they’re not disappeared off somewhere having a night to remember. or not remember - if the whiff of booze she catches coming off them is a sign of how much they’ve drunk and not a sign of having a drink or three spilled on them. “you good?” she takes a sip of her drink, eyebrow lifting, and gestures at everything around them. “with all this?”

[cynicid]

for: @couverts. date: late january, 2040. location: kronos hq.

“i hope you missed me.” the teasing undertone to zayid’s voice is accompanied by a suggestive waggle of his brows and the widest, shit-eating grin he’s ever worn in jj’s presence. he can’t help it though—being able to tease his friends again after his prolonged absence feels like balm to his suffocated soul. there’s only so much text messages are able to cover, after all. “who am i kidding? like you wasted any time thinking about poor old me when you were busy getting—”

yeah, some things are really better left unsaid.

[fearspecter]

where: otto n eamon’s apartment who: @couverts / jj!

“snoop.” leaned against the door frame, otto speaks around the toothbrush in his mouth while watching jj peer over his sketchbook. the charcoal and white crayon - the only art supplies they’d let him get his hands on thanks to the generosity of emmy savoya - drawings aren’t anything special to him but they helped occupy his time. mostly bats and spiders, a few fanged beasts and a sketch or two of his mother. he disappears to rinse his mouth before coming back into his darkened room - dimly lit for once if only so jj doesn’t break themselves tripping around in the dark. otto runs his fingers through their dark hair, giving it a light tug. “they’re nothing special, but i could put one on you. want to see?”

[mariophotographies]

Suisse by Mario. H. "Couvert"

[grandboute]

Allée couverte, Bretagne

[jeanfrancoisrey]

Commerçants corses et fiers de l’être…

[nicoscheer]

10/03/2024

Nîmes, France

Paloma

Via Serena.ajlbrt on ig (she’s got a bunch of clips in her gigs highlight)

Via Elsa.drzt

Met my Baggio tonight 🐢🫶🏽

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He looks so happy 🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰👑👑☀️

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[byreticence]

where: nsa technology divison who: @couverts / eamon!

though he’s an incredible creature of habit and very strict with scheduling, sometimes cecil goes against his typical behavior for no clear cut reason. it’s why he’s decided to haunt the technology division with his presence fifteen minutes earlier than the scheduled time of his meeting with eve. he doesn’t make it a habit; it’s not his division, after all, but it’s a division that’s always intrigued him nonetheless. it speaks to his need to disassemble something and piece it back whole to learn how it works. “is that the newer model?” he asks with only a brief glance at eamon. the weapon eamon’s laid out before him holds his attention more keenly. “we arrested someone the other night carrying one similar to it.”

[cyberbonded]

where: an elevator for the laughs who: @couverts / baz!

it’s a bad movie cliche - to be stuck between floors in an elevator with someone you don’t like because there’s a power outage. the fact that in novus 2040 that’s still an issue completely baffles saskia. technologically, they should have moved past this - should have long since ensured it doesn’t happen anymore. but it does and she’s stuck here. with sebastian because of course it’s sebastian. “they said it’ll take an hour.” she hangs up the elevator phone, archaic piece of junk that it is but useful considering elevators still block phone signals, and unwraps a piece of gum without offering him a piece. dropping her bag to the floor, she sits next to it. “how’s your mom?”

[cynicid]

for: @couverts. date: late january, 2040. location: novus’ airport.

“sebastian!” she half-yells, arms raised to draw attention to herself when she catches the apparently lost silhouette of her former protégé waiting for her in the airport hall.

“lost in thoughts, are you?” she queries, mouth caught between a frown and the subtlest of smiles when she regards baz. up close she swears she catches the slightest difference to the way he usually carries himself but she brushes it off for the moment, thinking it neither the right time nor place to make any inquiries. maybe it’s better to steer the conversation into safe waters for the time being. “thanks for coming to pick me up.”

[fredericbrumby]

Décor urbain.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Neolithic dolmen "Pierre Couvert" in Pontigné, Anjou region of France

French vintage postcard

[pigeonneaux]

BEHOLD

The fine china i got flr 5e

I hate this one

He's my favourite......my son...

[heonlights]

2023 season’s greetings