#la tresse

[cinabre]

Carré de Dames avec les personnages de La Tresse. Dame de coeur = Lalita, Dame de carreaux = Giulia, Dame de pique = Sarah, Dame de trèfle = Smita. Illustration publiée dans l'album promotionnel "Les Fil.le.s de Soleil 2023" (Éditions Soleil).

[mauxpourdesmots]

[edkhc]

A beautiful book that will make you cry.... I recomend you to read it it's not long but full of emotion

[gawaincomic]

Merry Christmas!

(I am still writing and sending my cards, I am soooo late this year...)

Have an Ygraine dreaming of Spring!

[captainsvscaptains]

Prelims

Poll I

[lilias42]

Ingrid voie Daphnel pour la première fois

Avant tout, promis, je n'ai pas oublié pour les questions qui fachent et de la violence ! J'ai bientôt fini et je les posterais dès que ce sera bien bouclé ! C'est juste que j'arrivais pas à dormir hier soir alors, j'en ai profité pour péter un léger cable niveau dessin et que je voulais partager !

Donc, mon dernier pétage de cable tourne autour de la première fois qu'Ingrid verrait Daphnel à l'académie... et ça va clairement pas lui plaire vu qu'elle est encore coincée dans son racisme. Donc, se rendre compte que la Brave Daphnel, la Bourrasque Fidèle, l'origine de sa famille et réceptrice de l'emblème donné par la Déesse elle-même, est une duscurienne, c'est difficile à accepter, surtout quand elle se rend compte qu'on ne la compare pas à une bourrasque pour rien. Quand elle était encore vivante, on l'appelait même plutôt la Bourrasque Enragée à cause de son caractère particulièrement vindicatif et sanguin qui n'en démord presque jamais, c'est une vraie tempête.

C'est d'ailleurs une des rares descendantes de Braves qui ne s'entendrait pas rapidement ensemble (l'autre étant Gloucester et Lorenz, aussi pour des questions de caractères opposés), juste parce que quand Daphnel entend quelqu'un dire qu'un peuple entier (le sien d'ailleurs) méritait de se faire massacrer, même si c'est une réponse à un autre massacre mais bien plus petit, c'est un énorme "non" et elle va juste avoir envie de l'envoyer sur les roses sans l'écouter après lui avoir soufflé dans les bronches, membre de la famille ou pas, vu que sur ce point, elles se rejoignent toutes les deux : elles sont très droites dans leurs bottes et le reste jusqu'au bout. Et si en plus, ado!Ingrid tente de lui faire la morale sur le fait qu'elle devrait être plus calme, mesurée, digne de son rang de Brave, là c'est bon, elle va juste vouloir l'envoyer loin d'elle ou s'envoler dans les airs, Daphnel n'a pas le temps avec ce genre de connerie.

Honnêtement, je ne pense pas qu'elles s'entendraient toutes les deux avant la phase de guerre où elle commence à bien grandir au-delà de son racisme et arrive à mieux comprendre ce qui s'est passé ce jour-là et là, Daphnel serait plus ouverte à l'écouter, puis pourrait même être fière d'elle une fois qu'elle aura bien compris la leçon et là, ça pourrait aller mieux entre elles deux.

ça fait longtemps que je voulais dessiner cette scène mais, je n'avais pas encore le niveau pour dessiner ses bras qui sont des ailes d'oiseau et je ne savais pas si j'allais lui ajouter des fiertés sur le visage mais finalement, vu qu'elle n'a "que" 300 ans environ et avec des fiertés quand même assez imposantes (ses bras ont rétrécit mais ses avants-bras sont devenus plus long avec le temps) et que la ressemblance serait plus frappante si elle n'avait rien sur le visage pour le dissimuler alors, je l'ai laissé sans. Pour sa lance avec deux côtés, c'est pas très réaliste mais, étant donné qu'elle se sert souvent de sa lance comme baguette pour mieux tenir ses bras quand elle plane dans le ciel alors, c'est mieux que les deux côtés fassent à peu près le même poids pour ne pas la déséquilibrer.

En tout cas, j'espère que ça vous plaira !

[machidielontheway]

i've found that for acting what makes it or break it for me is the acting in the voice. i think watching shows in my non-maternal language erases a bit of it : i just don't have the habit to hear when it verges from "when it's real".

but in french (i'm watching Lupin) i know why so many french shows i find not good / badly acted : because they don't fucking know how to act with their voice !!! it's sounds SO rehearsed or bland or fake like they're reading out loud and "giving it some characters" but it doesn't match 1:1 what they're acting with their body

[princessevajacks]

i got tress of the emerald sea!!!!😁

[cinabre]

For 2024 I wish you peace, love and a ton of good books. (Giulia & Kamal à la Bibliothèque de Palerme)

[voir-la-tresse-vostfr]

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Inde. Smita est une Intouchable. Elle rêve de voir sa fille échapper à sa condition misérable et entrer à l'école. Italie. Giulia travaille dans l'atelier de son père. Lorsqu'il est victime d'un accident, elle découvre que l'entreprise familiale est ruinée. Canada. Sarah, avocate réputée, va être promue à la tête de son cabinet quand elle apprend qu'elle est malade. Trois vies, trois femmes, trois continents. Trois combats à mener. Si elles ne se connaissent pas, Smita, Giulia et Sarah sont liées sans le savoir par ce qu'elles ont de plus intime et de plus singulier.

Titre original : La tresse Date de sortie : 2023-11-29|(120 min) Genres : Drame,Comédie Langues: Français

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Vous allez pouvoir binger sévère ! L’occasion pour vous de voir La tresse films que vous aimez ou que vous attendiez de découvrir.

Pouvoir regarder un film La tresse gratuitement sur internet chez soi sans prendre le risque du téléchargement illégal c’est quand même bien sympa. Mais trouver un site de streaming gratuit et fiable pour avoir accès à des séries et des films ce n’est pas toujours simple. Oh ça non. On en sait tous quelque chose pas vrai ?

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Ne nous remerciez pas. Enfin si, vous pouvez mais ça nous fait vraiment plaisir de vous aider. On vous a trouvé le La tresse gratuits. La crème de la crème. Si vous êtes équipés d’une bonne connexion internet (sans avoir un truc monstrueux non plus hein), vous trouverez forcément votre La tresse . Ou alors c’est que vous êtes bien difficiles…

Retournez voir une seconde fois et faites attention. RegarderIp Man 4 : Le dernier combat Movie WEB-DL Il s’agit d’un fichier extrait sans erreur d’un serveur telLe Voyage du Pèlerin,tel que Netflix, ALe Voyage du Pèlerinzon Video, Hulu, Crunchyroll, DiscoveryGO, BBC iPlayer, etc. Il s’agit également d’un film ou d’une é La tresse ion télévisée téléchargé via un site web comme on lineistribution, iTunes. La qualité est assez bonne car ils ne sont pas ré-encodés.

Les flux vidéo (H.264 ou H.265) et audio sont généralement extraits de iTunes ou d’ALe Voyage du Pèlerinzon Video,

“ La tresse ” de Warner Bros a fait ses débuts au box-office britannique et irlandais avec un coup de grâce de 5 millions de livres sterling (5,9 millions de dollars), selon les chiffres de Comscore.

Au cours de son troisième week-end, “ La tresse ” de Disney est descendu d'une place à la deuxième place avec 1,4 million de livres sterling pour un total de 17,2 millions de livres sterling.

“ La tresse ” d'Universal a collecté 1,1 million de livres sterling lors de son cinquième week-end en troisième position pour un total de 22,1 millions de livres sterling. À la quatrième place, un autre titre Universal, “ Cocaine Bear ”, a sniffé 1,09 million de livres sterling lors de son deuxième week-end pour un total de 3,6 millions de livres sterling.Pour compléter le top cinq, “What’s Love Got to Do with It?” de Studiocanal a séduit 845 838 £ lors de son deuxième week-end pour un total de 2,7 millions de £.

«Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba – To The Swordsmith Village» de Sony a fait ses débuts à la sixième place avec 567 638 £ et l'autre début du week-end était «Heaven in Hell» de Magnetes, qui s'est incliné en 10e position avec 146 318 £.

“Close” de MUBI a fait ses débuts à la 11e place avec 128 501 £. “Aftersun” de MUBI est toujours aussi fort, avec une collection du week-end de 21 011 £, enregistrant une baisse de seulement 2% avant la semaine des Oscars. Il a 1,7 million de livres sterling à ce jour.

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Alors que les acteurs qui jouent un rôle dans le film sont appelés acteurs (hommes) ou actrices (femmes). Il y a aussi le terme figurants qui sont utilisés comme personnages secondLa tressees avec peu de rôles dans le film. Ceci est différent des acteurs principaux qui ont des rôles plus grands et plus nombreux. Être acteur et actrice doit être exigé pour avoir un bon talent d'acteur, ce qui est conforme au thème du film dans lequel il joue. Dans certaines scènes, le rôle des acteurs peut être remplacé par un cascadeur ou un cascadeur. L'existence d'un cascadeur est importante pour remplacer les acteurs faisant des scènes difficiles et extrêmes, que l'on retrouve généralement dans les films d'action.

Vous trouverez ici tous les films que vous pouvez diffuser en ligne, y compris les films qui ont été diffusés cette semaine. Si vous vous demandez quoi voir sur ce site Web, sachez qu'il couvre des genres tels que le crime, la science, la fi-fi, l'action, la romance, le thriller, la comédie, le drame et le film d'animation.

Merci beaucoup. Nous informons tous ceux qui sont heureux de recevoir des nouvelles ou des informations sur le programme de films de cette année et sur la façon de regarder vos films préférés. J'espère que nous pourrons être le meilleur partenLa tressee pour vous permettre de trouver des recommandations pour vos films préférés. C'est tout de notre part, salutations !

Merci d'avoir regardé la vidéo aujourd'hui.

J'espère que les vidéos que je partage vous plLa tresseont. Donnez un coup de pouce, aimez ou partagez si vous aimez ce que nous avons partagé afin que nous soyons plus excités.

Dispersez un joyeux La tresse pour que le monde revienne dans une variété de couleurs.

[dagcutie]

I’ve seen such a beautiful and important movie today at the cinema and I went to search on tumblr for some posts about it and there is almost no results which makes me very sad.. this movie deserved to be known

[elmaxlys]

Je dis ça comme ça mais woaaah la quantité de subjonctifs imparfaits rien que dans ces 65 premières pages <333

[herlondonboy]

pretty when you cry, clarisse la rue

summary: based on this post by @kitten-reader

warnings: aphrodite’s kids are pricks lol, erm it’s really bad…

wc: 2.8k

your hair was something that you prided yourself on.

it was no doubt that you were beautiful beyond comparison to your fellow demigods, what with being the daughter of aphrodite. people couldn’t even compare you to your godly siblings.

you believed that your hair was the reason that your beauty was so great, so you natural worked hard on it.

in the world of olympians, you found solace and pride in the strands of hair that cascaded down your shoulders like a cascade of silk. your hair, a manifestation of your divine heritage, was more than just a physical attribute— it was a symbol of your identity and a testament to the grace and allure that came with being the offspring of the goddess of love.

from the moment you discovered your parentage, you embraced the inherent charm that ran through your veins, and it manifested prominently in your hair. unlike the messy, unpredictable tresses of some demigods, yours seemed to have a life of its own, obeying your whims and desires with a luxurious sheen that captivated those around you.

the secret, as you often shared with your fellow campers at camp half-blood, lay in the meticulous care you bestowed upon your locks. your morning routine became a sacred ritual— a blend of enchanted hair care products and divine techniques passed down through generations of aphrodite's children. a symphony of sweet-scented potions and ethereal brushes transformed the routine into a dance of beauty, each stroke accentuating the natural glamour that radiated from your hair.

you revelled in the attention your hair garnered, the way it shimmered under the sunlight as if kissed by the gods themselves. it became a beacon of confidence, a tangible manifestation of your divine heritage that set you apart from the sea of demigods at the camp. the other campers often marvelled at your ability to maintain such perfection, unaware of the divine secrets woven into every strand.

however, your relationship with your hair wasn't purely superficial. it served as a connection to your mother, a link to the goddess whose legacy you carried. the act of caring for it became a ritual that grounded you, a reminder of the divine blood that coursed through your veins and the responsibilities that came with it.

not unbeknownst to you, the envy and resentment simmered beneath the surface of the camp. the adoration and attention that accompanied your divine beauty fuelled the flames of jealousy among your fellow aphrodite siblings. little did you realise, being the favourite child of the goddess of love came at a cost, and that cost was the disdain of your own kin.

as you moved through the camp with the grace of a deity, your radiant hair attracting attention like a beacon, you, though aware of the hostile whispers that followed in your wake, chose to ignore. the other children of aphrodite, who were accustomed to being the centre of attention, couldn't fathom the idea of sharing the spotlight with someone they perceived as the golden child.

the jealousy manifested in subtle acts of exclusion and passive-aggressive remarks. your attempts to connect with your half-siblings often met with cold shoulders and thinly veiled animosity. the communal vanity table, where aphrodite's children traditionally gathered, became a battlefield of unspoken rivalry as they vied for the elusive title of the most captivating demigod.

yet, you, in your innocence, continued to extend kindness and friendship to those around you, oblivious to the resentment building in the hearts of your fellow campers. the intricate braids and enchanting hairstyles you generously offered to create for others only fuelled their frustration, as they struggled to reconcile the warmth of your gestures with the envy burning within them.

within the intricate dynamics of camp half-blood, one particular relationship defied expectations and unfolded with a complexity that left others bewildered. clarisse la rue, known for her brusque demeanour and a reputation that preceded her, stood as an unexpected confidante in your life. despite her gruff exterior and the scathing remarks she directed towards most campers, clarisse treated you with an unusual gentleness, and a unique bond formed between you two.

it all began during a chance encounter near the armoury, where clarisse, with her characteristic scowl, found herself inexplicably drawn to you. to the surprise of everyone witnessing the scene, her rough hands delicately traced the contours of your locks, as if handling a precious artefact. the camp's collective gasp echoed through the air, and it was then that an unspoken connection began to weave itself between you and the formidable daughter of ares.

clarisse, who seldom allowed others into her personal space, not only tolerated but seemed to relish the moments spent running her fingers through your hair. your shared interactions defied the logic of the camp's social hierarchy, leaving fellow demigods perplexed and intrigued by the peculiar alliance that had blossomed between you two.

as your friendship with clarisse deepened, it became apparent that her seemingly abrasive exterior masked a vulnerability that few had the privilege to witness. she confided in you about the weight of expectations placed upon her shoulders as the daughter of ares, the god of war. your hair, with its calming allure, became an unexpected refuge for her, a sanctuary where she could momentarily escape the demands of her tumultuous life.

in the quiet moments shared between you and clarisse, amidst the backdrop of a camp constantly on guard against mythical threats, an unexpected emotion began to stir— love. the kind of love that transcended the lines drawn by parentage and reputations. it was a love born out of understanding, acceptance, and the shared vulnerability that only the tumultuous world of demigods could evoke.

the camp, initially taken aback by the unlikely friendship, eventually came to accept the profound connection that had blossomed between you and clarisse. the daughter of ares, who once stood as an enigma wrapped in hostility, softened in the presence of your divine beauty and the solace found within the cascade of your hair.

as your feelings for each other deepened, the two of you navigated the complexities of love in a world fraught with danger. clarisse's protective instincts, honed on the battlefield, as well as in camp. together, you became an unlikely force, a symbol of love's ability to bridge even the most unexpected divides.

there was a time when a group of your own siblings, fuelled by jealousy and resentment, conspired to disrupt the tranquil rhythm of your bonds with your mother and girlfriend. one day, your prized possession, a hairbrush gifted by your mother, disappeared from its usual place. panic set in as you scoured the cabin, realising that this wasn't just a casual prank— someone had deliberately taken something sacred to you.

as whispers of the stolen hairbrush circulated through the cabin, the undercurrents of jealousy among your siblings bubbled to the surface. the mischievous culprits revelled in their act of sabotage, convinced that stripping you of this cherished item would somehow diminish the radiance that surrounded you.

it didn't take long for clarisse to sense your distress. the unspoken bond between you two had woven itself into a tapestry of mutual understanding, and she recognised the significance of the pilfered hairbrush. determined to right the wrong, clarisse took it upon herself to investigate the matter.

she confronted your siblings with an intensity that left them quaking in their sandals. her stern gaze bore into their guilt-ridden souls, extracting the truth like a seasoned interrogator. clarisse's usually thunderous voice carried a solemn edge as she demanded the return of the stolen hairbrush and an apology befitting the gravity of their actions.

unbeknownst to the misguided thieves, clarisse's reputation for ferocity on the battlefield extended to her protective instincts off it. the very fear she instilled in her enemies on the front lines was now directed at those who dared to threaten the tranquility of your connection.

under the weight of clarisse's unwavering determination, the guilty siblings caved. they returned the stolen hairbrush with bowed heads, offering apologies that bordered on genuine remorse. clarisse, satisfied with the swift resolution, ensured that justice prevailed, safeguarding the sanctity of the connection between you and the divine gift bestowed upon you by aphrodite.

as the stolen hairbrush was returned to its rightful place, the bond between you and clarisse strengthened. the trials you faced together only deepened the roots of your connection, intertwining your destinies in a tale of love, loyalty, and the unyielding power of shared vulnerability. in the heart of camp half-blood, where demigods navigated the tumultuous waters of existence, your story became a testament to the resilience of love against the currents of jealousy and deceit.

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the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a fiery glow over camp half-blood, as clarisse la rue realised she hadn't seen you all day. a sense of unease settled in her chest, an unfamiliar concern that compelled her to seek you out. with each passing moment, her worry deepened, driven by a gut feeling that something was amiss.

clarisse traversed the familiar paths of the camp, her eyes scanning the bustling activity for a glimpse of your familiar figure. the ares cabin loomed in the distance, and a knot tightened in her stomach as she approached, not spotting you among the demigods sparring and training.

finally reaching the ares cabin, clarisse's unease morphed into genuine concern. where were you? why hadn't she seen you all day? the questions echoed in her mind, and she briskly entered the cabin, determined to uncover the mystery behind your absence.

there, in the dimly lit interior, she found you sitting on the edge of her bunk, your figure shrouded by a hood and a hat pulled low over your tearful eyes. the sight sent a ripple of worry through clarisse, and she rushed to your side, her gruff demeanour momentarily replaced by a genuine sense of care.

"hey, what happened?" clarisse asked, her voice softer than usual as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. your tear-streaked face turned towards her, and the anguish in your eyes tugged at her heart.

"they took it away," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. you repeated the words, a mantra of despair, and clarisse struggled to comprehend the source of your pain. "they took it away."

clarisse's brow furrowed, her eyes searching yours for an explanation. "took what away? what happened?"

with trembling hands, you reached up and pulled off the hood, revealing a mess of uneven strands that once cascaded in silky splendour. clarisse's eyes widened in realisation, her hand instinctively reaching to touch the shortened locks. the betrayal etched on your face told the story before you uttered a single word.

"they cut it," you sobbed, burying your face in clarisse's shoulder. "they cut it, clarisse. look at it, it's gone. all gone."

comprehension dawned on clarisse as she gently ran her fingers through the uneven strands. anger surged within her, a protective instinct for the one she cared about more than she ever thought possible. "who did this?" she growled, her gaze ablaze with fury.

you shook your head, unable to articulate the betrayal and cruelty that led to this moment. clarisse, however, needed no words. she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace as she vowed to make those responsible pay for the pain they inflicted.

in the sanctuary of the ares cabin, amid the echoes of your tearful revelation, clarisse became a pillar of strength, ready to stand by your side and face whatever challenges lay ahead. love, in its purest and most protective form, ignited within her, as the daughter of ares transformed into a fierce guardian of the broken and betrayed.

the night hung heavy with an air of tension as you cried yourself to sleep in clarisse's bed, the echoes of betrayal haunting your dreams. clarisse, ever the guardian, sat silently beside you, watching over your restless slumber. the flickering candlelight cast shadows on the determination etched into her face, fuelled by a fierce protectiveness that refused to be extinguished.

as your sobs eventually subsided into the quiet rhythm of sleep, clarisse rose from the bedside with a silent determination. in the dim light of the cabin, she retrieved her spear, its blade glinting with a subtle menace. the daughter of ares, had one mission— avenge you.

the night enveloped camp half-blood in a cloak of darkness as clarisse stealthily made her way towards the aphrodite cabin. the aura of the daughter of ares carried an intensity that reverberated through the quiet paths, heralding a confrontation fuelled by the depth of her feelings for you.

standing outside the cabin, clarisse's eyes narrowed with determination as she observed the shadows within. the miscreants who had dared to harm you needed to be taught a lesson—one they would not soon forget. gripping her spear tightly, clarisse pushed open the door, her gaze unwavering as she confronted your godly siblings.

the scene within was one of startled surprise as clarisse stormed into the cabin. her voice, usually thunderous on the battlefield, now carried a chilling calmness. "you touch her again, and i promise you, the consequences will be far worse than you can imagine."

the air in the cabin grew heavy with tension as the children of aphrodite, once filled with false bravado, now faced the unyielding force of clarisse's wrath. she recounted the pain you had endured, the tears that stained your face, and the betrayal that cut deeper than any blade.

in her hand, the spear gleamed ominously, a silent warning that spoke volumes. the children of aphrodite, their faces pale with fear, found themselves cornered by the very embodiment of wrath standing before them. clarisse's words echoed in the cavernous space, leaving an indelible mark on their consciousness.

with a final warning that carried the weight of a promise, clarisse turned on her heel, leaving the aphrodite cabin in her wake. the night embraced her as she returned to the ares cabin, a sense of satisfaction lingering in the air. the protective fire that burned within her had been unleashed, a fierce determination to shield you from further harm.

the following day, the morning light filtered through the windows of the ares cabin, casting a gentle glow over the space. you awoke with a heaviness in your heart, the memory of the previous day's betrayal lingering like a shadow. as you sat up in bed, clarisse entered the cabin, her eyes immediately locking onto yours. the weight of the night's events still etched on her features, but a newfound determination shone in her gaze.

"hey," clarisse greeted you, her voice softer than usual. she took a seat beside you, her hand gently resting on your shoulder. "we need to talk."

the air felt charged with a mix of vulnerability and strength as clarisse began to speak. "i know yesterday was rough, and i can't change what happened, but i need you to understand something." she took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. "your beauty isn't defined by your hair. it's not just one thing that makes you pretty. it's everything."

clarisse began listing every part of you, her voice deliberate and unwavering. "your eyes– they hold a strength and depth that's beyond compare. your lips– they carry a warmth that can brighten the darkest days. your ears– they've heard laughter, pain, and everything in between. every part of you contributes to the unique beauty that is you."

you listened, the weight of her words sinking in, but doubt still lingered in your eyes. clarisse, undeterred, continued, "and, above all, it's your personality. your kindness, your strength, your resilience – that's what makes you truly beautiful."

a flicker of disbelief danced across your face, and clarisse recognised the challenge ahead. she persisted, her gaze unwavering. "say it. say you're beautiful because of your eyes, lips, ears, and every part of you."

you hesitated, the echoes of the previous day's betrayal still reverberating in your mind. "i can't- i can’t say that. not after what they did to me."

clarisse tightened her grip on your shoulder, her voice taking on a gentle insistence. "you need to believe it. it's not about them; it's about you. say it with me. you're beautiful because of your eyes, lips, ears, and every part of you."

it felt like a mantra, a repetition that tested the resilience of self-perception. clarisse didn't back down, patiently guiding you through each affirmation until the words became a declaration echoing within the walls of the ares cabin. "i'm beautiful because of my eyes, lips, ears, and every part of me."

as you repeated the words, something shifted within you. the doubt began to yield to the truth that clarisse so fervently believed. her unwavering support became a lifeline, anchoring you to a newfound understanding of your own beauty.

in that shared moment, surrounded by the strength of ares' cabin, you started to embrace the truth that beauty wasn't confined to a single aspect. it was a mosaic, a tapestry woven from the threads of every part that made you uniquely, undeniably yourself. clarisse, with her fierce love and unyielding determination, had become the mirror reflecting the truth you needed to see.

[saintbarou]

tags: no warnings/fem reader/fluff/obvious self-insert/ use of french/ love confessions/ domestic/kissing/reader used to be a maid.

synopsis: you love javier - to madness, to ruin. to sanity, to salvation.

You’ve been murmuring under your breath, Javier can hear it over the sound of others in camp waking up. Through the rustling and clinging of tin cups your voice is clear through the commotion as you pass the comb through his hair one more time. It is one of the few mornings he doesn’t have morning guard duty, blessing him with the sight of the dawn breaking over the curve of your cheek and the flutter of your lashes. It allows him time to get ready with you and you are giving enough to comb his hair for him.

You’ve always liked his hair you had mentioned and are often found playing with the ends when he has it tied up.

Javier can tell the language you mutter in, it’s french and it sounds like a rhyme. He hums softly to the rhythm of your words before he asks you.

“I didn’t know you spoke french.” His voice is soft, as if it might break the soft bubble you two exist in. You’re humming is lost and you pause, instead bringing the tip of the comb to the crown of his head and begin to part his hair.

“I don’t really, I just know a few phrases.” You say as you let the comb slide swiftly down the ink of his hair. You are jealous of how feather soft he can keep it, when living rough like this.

“My mistress was tutored in French when she was a little girl. What she learned rubbed off on me.”

“So what are you muttering right now?”

You hum, letting the comb lose itself in his tresses before letting your hand collect the strands to begin making his ponytail.

“It’s like the saying he loves me, he loves me not but more detailed.” You explain, holding his hair gently so as to not tug on it while you lean to get his usual hair tie he had handed to you earlier when you had first asked to help him with his hair.

“Say it for me?” Javier asks, a cheeky smile on his lip as he eyes you from the corner of his vision. He catches your smile, the gentle scrap of your nails against the back of his neck makes it feel like there’s a bird in his chest.

You whined the hair tie around his hair once.

“Je l’aime un peu.”

You wrap the hair tie around his hair twice.

“Beaucoup.”

You wrap the hair tie around his hair thrice.

“Passionnément.”

You wrap the hair tie around his hair one last time, and lean to gentle tug at the strands of hair he likes to have in front of his face. Your hand comes to trace his features with soft reverence - the thin edge of your nail running along the scar on his left cheek that you press a tender kiss to. You utter the next part of the phrasing quietly as if to ensure only Javier hears it and no one else.

“À la folie.”

I love you to madness, to insanity. Fervently, wildly, desperately, senselessly and so many other wonderful synonyms . You find it within yourself unable to utter the next part as if the words were lead on your tongue. Not when the words you have just uttered capture you perfectly, as you let your eyes settle and count the long black lashes that fan around Javier’s dark eyes. His voice pulls you from your daze and you find your eyes pinned to his lips.

“And?” Your eyes do not move at all as you utter,

“Pas du tout.”

“What does that part mean?”

“It means not at all.” You whisper to him leaning in close enough to feel his lips brush against yours. It is bitter, like the taste of tobacco on the backs of your teeth, to resist the urge to kiss him.

“And what part do you feel towards me?”

“À la folie. I love you to madness, to insanity, to ruin.” It’s easy for you to admit that to him - it’s always easy to tell Javier you love him. Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east and until the oceans bring the mountains crumbling down. You love Javier with all you have to offer and maybe he can see it with how gently it is you arrange a strand of his hair away from his face.

Whether Javier comes to you as a lover or executioner you are always ready to accept him.

Javier does not say anything back but you can see how his eyes twitch when he blinks slowly and his throat bobbles. Your gaze is kind and understanding; you press the gentlest kiss against his, undoubtedly pure in this wicked world. A mere press of your lips to his - Javier presses back just as gently and it is enough to profess all that can not be said.

I love you.

I know.

I can’t say it, not yet.

I know, it’s okay.

You pull away with a kind smile, one that makes your eyes wrinkle at the edges; making them soft with adoration. Javier is as well groomed as he is any other day and it makes you proud to have your part in that. You rise from your position at his side to begin to make your way to the opening of your tent. A warm hand goes to yours, stopping you and brings your attention back to him as if it ever truly leaves. Javier stands now, his thumb swiping over the slopes of your knuckles. His hand is different to yours; his palms wide and squared with scars all over. It’s almost painful to see the difference when compared with your delicate and dexterous hands. Your hand is brought to his lips, adorned by his facial and you giggle bubbly and bright at how it feels when the hairs tickle the smooth skin of your inner wrist. He places a kiss where your pulse can be felt and you know he feels how it jumps at the feeling of his lips against your skin.

“Thank you.” His dark eyes are soft when he gazes at you. It’s too much to look at, so you avert your gaze and feel the heat on your face. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yes,” you smile softly - a blushing maiden all tender hearted and sweet eyed. “Always.”

It makes him nod his head and grin, tipping his head at you in farewell to begin the day.

Farewell, until tonight that is.