#sorry besties im wicked faded

[theunfairfolk]

the wildest part is i had peed in there earlier and there was no granite slab. so someone brought in and left behind. a granite slab.

[lightsovermonaco]

Hello, how are you bestie? I hope youre having a good day. Anyways im sorry i didnt mean to rush you but may i have a TGS sneak peek? Ily bye

I'm good, I hope you are too! Here's a longer peek for you 🥰

Satisfied with his greeting, Pierre launches right into business. "Are you staying for the race this weekend?"

"Uh huh. I've got a red eye back to London on Monday morning. I figured if I was cutting class, might as well do it in style and go all out."

Pierre peppers kisses to your brow, either with excitement of knowing you'll be there to cheer him on at the garage or just due to being with you again. "Good thing I asked Sylvie to set aside a paddock pass just in case."

You roll your eyes. "Did you really suspect I would fly out here?"

"No, but it never hurts to be prepared."

You tip your head to the side. Give, give, give, never asking for anything but your time in return. "Do you ever stop to think about yourself?"

His grin is wicked and sharp. You almost kiss it right off his face. "If you think reserving those passes every weekend is purely for your benefit, you don't know me as well as you think." 

"It's-" The fingers tracing patterns on the small of your back momentarily distract you. You sigh, slipping your own hand under the collar of his shirt to splay across his shoulder. "It's a little selfish, sure, but something tells me it's still motivated by you knowing I would be crushed if I flew in unannounced and couldn't be trackside."

"I promise you, it's mostly because I want you there. You're my good luck charm after all."

"Am I? What about your clover then, hm?"

Pierre shrugs. "I lost it a month or so ago. I put a picture of us in its place."

Something in your chest tightens at the offhand way he says it. That four leaf clover had once been his most valued possession. It had almost been some sort of security blanket for him, always there when he needed a reminder of the rocky, tear stained path he had travelled to be where he was in his life. The idea that a simple, likely unflattering picture of you could replace something that had meant so much to him was only further proof that coming back to him had been the best decision you could have made.

"Let me see."

He produces his wallet from a pocket and flips it open. The photo of you two is from one of your random adventures in the countryside, a glittering blue lake behind you as you both smile for the camera. The photo itself is faded and the corners edged white from how often he pulls it out to look at it.

"This is from over a year ago. Why don't we take a new one?" You suggest, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. "Something decidedly less chaste. I've got my Polaroid."