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estrelllas​:

Heat Of The Moment {Lumiere & Barbie}

Barbie laughed as they tumbled to the couch but with his lips against hers she didn’t mind it the slightest. Lumiere had a way of letting Barbie forget. Forget why she was here and forget why she left in the first place.

She needed nights like this still.

“It’s a special talent of mine Mimi, you might want to run before you’re trapped and can’t get me out of your mind.” Barbie teased “But i would be awfully sad if you decided to run now.”

Lumière found Barbie quite incredible. Ever since they met, it was like they clicked. Starting and finishing conversations was always such a fun game. And sometimes, pausing them to get kisses in between was even better than talking altogether. There was no pressure on their fling, it was what it was. 

“Run? You’re worried about me running. If anything, I think another one of your talents is keeping my legs from moving anywhere but here.”  Lumière paused and smirked at the beautiful Barbie as he snuck in several more kisses. “I think it’s time we took this party to the bed” 

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birdofyourfeather:

evil–endeavors:

Dinner and a Show | Proxy Firewall

Ev shot Iago a tight smile as though to say Watch it, before returning her attention back to Lumière. She and Iago could discuss later. She was sure they would. For now, the focus was on the guest of honor. And bickering in front of him would only ruin the evening for everyone.

“Oh, you know, I’ve picked up a few recipes here and there. I used to travel a lot, before I decided to come to Swynlake and focus my efforts on my work here. But in that time I saw some amazing things. You’ll have to forgive me if my French cooking isn’t quite as authentic as you might be used to,” Ev explained, smiling self consciously. “But anyway! Make yourself at home, I’ll get some drinks started while you two get acquainted.” She took three glasses out of the cabinet. “What would you both like?”

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Iago could understand the other’s fear. That… the uncontrolled was the thing that was the scariest. Luckily in reality most of Iago’s cursed was entirely controlled. He chose when and where it happened, and how. It was always him in the driver’s seat. Now…what he couldn’t control however was what happened to him in certain stages of it. Such as the terrible health issues he suffered anytime he full body shapeshifted for long periods of time. The debilitating pain and injury he’d sustain. That was uncontrollable. That scared him in…a way. Though Iago wouldn’t say that because he didn’t feel fear in the way that most people did. He simply didn’t need to. But on a basic level…he could understand. 

“Oh don’t let her fool you with her humbleness. She’s cooked for me before and it tasted like I was eating right from one of the top professional chefs right here in Swynlake.” Alvin mused lightly with a friendly smile and a glance to Evelyn. Since.. after all. That was exactly what it was - food right from Remy’s. “A white please, dear.” He requested then, waiting for the other man to respond so that she could start getting them ready as Iago turned his attention back to his companion. 

“Sorry - I feel I should clarify. I uh- it’s… It’s just…as you said. The uncontrollable part of everything is the scariest and… unfortunately the boundaries of my curse would… well, mirror you immediately if I touched you and… I’m not quite sure you’d be fond of that.” He joked lightly, though his expression turned into a soft frown a moment later. “I used to enjoy such greetings but… of course, as you probably know it’s much safer to avoid such things that would… draw attention.” 

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Lumière smiled at Ev, fascinated by learning that she loved to cook and travel as well! He didn’t initially take her for a foodie, but that was his mistake. He knew she had traveled before returning to Swynlake, her hometown.  Lumière briefly wondered when and if he would ever be returning to his hometown in France before catching what Alvin was saying. 

“Is that so? It definitely smells like your friend is right Ev! I can’t to wait to taste what you have prepared for us” He chuckled at Alvin’s comment on it coming from somewhere from a top dining restaurant in Swnylake. It was a home made meal after all. “Ev, have you considered chef work? I could ask Tiana if she’s looking for any more positions... oh, and I’ll also have a white, s’il vous plait”

Lumière shifted his focus back to Alvin and eagerly listened and slightly frowned. “Wow, a mirror curse upon touch? I must apologize for trying to shake your hand and accidentally make you turn.”  Lumière would have probably freaked seeing another version of himself that spoke differently and wore different clothes standing right in front of him. “I can’t begin to imagine the hardships that come from such a curse. Is it painful... to change?” 

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prince--thomas​:

Hot Boy Winter: The Heartbreakers Edition​

For the record, Tom wasn’t surprised that Rose carried a knife on her, and, he wasn’t upset that she’d pulled it on him. The only reason John was upset was that it had drawn attention to her, and therefore: the Order and the Huntsclan. Maybe it was a bit odd, but Tom was glad she was able to protect herself.

It just–made him feel sick that she thought she had to protect herself from him.

Lumière was right, though. He probably just needed to…set up a time with them both. Let them decide the terms. So that he wasn’t surprising them with it. It was…mutually agreed upon and they could…discuss things. Though, just the thought of that gave Tom a good shot of anxiety. 

“What if they don’t want to talk?” Tom asked, though it was a stupid question. He knew the answer: then they didn’t want to talk and that was all there was to it. 

Maybe  Lumière shouldn’t have brought it up after all, seeing how panicked Tom looked over the whole situation. Tonight was supposed to be about drinking, laughing, and forgetting about all that Rose and Marie drama for just one night, and Lumière had already failed at protecting his bro from his own feelings.

Lumière sighed “Of course they want to talk, after how it all went down... I’m sure they want to. You are a kind soul, I’m sure you will do the right thing” He would’ve wanted to talk to Eloise before she cursed him. Even if she yelled in his face and didn’t listen to a word he said, it would have been better than being a cursed freak.

“That is another day’s problem after all.” He drank several helpings of his drink and already regretted the next words to pop out of his stupidly foolish mouth .”I know you liked the both of them, but which one did you reallly like?” 

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Lumière labellerose-acheron​:

Beauty and the Candlestick​

Belle’s eyebrows raised and she managed a bit of a baffled laugh at his description of Argelès-sur-Mer. If that was the case, it sounded much…too lively for someone like Belle, who always preferred books to beer and learning to liquor. Not that she was judging–too much. She knew most people her age enjoyed that sort of thing. It just sounded horribly disorienting to Belle. 

The compliment made her blush a bit as she lifted her tea cup to take another sip. She made a humming sound in the back of her throat: one of doubt and one of acknowledgement. Flattery was not, exactly, her thing. Unless it was flattery of the mind. Though, she had learned to take it better. Especially with her wedding ring as a shield against any proper advances. 

He just–spoke like the French spoke. Perhaps Belle should be more used to it, and not take it so personally but, well–

“Oh, I’m sure she did,” Belle said. “At the very least, my father always thought so and I suppose that is all that matters.” She could take the compliment for her mother, at least. Whatever she knew about her, she thought that compliments were probably something she had enjoyed. Belle couldn’t imagine any other reason that she would want to be an actress.

“She was in le corps de ballet at the opera house in Paris,” Belle explained. “It is such a lovely city. I went for my honeymoon a few years ago.” There, best to…sprinkle that in. Just in case.

“Though, I would love to see other places. What is it your family does?” 

The frenchman briefly wondered why Belle chuckled about Argeles-sur-Mer. It was a sorta funny word to say, or maybe she had many fun memories there if she had visited. Something told him she wasn’t a party kind of girl, but you didn’t have to be in the area. There were plenty more leisurely activities on the French coastal town to keep one intrigued and engaged. 

Lumière loved to charm. The warm smiles back always made him feel good. He would be an absolute fool to go after a married woman, after everything that had somewhat recently occurred to him. He also didn’t want to go hurting another woman’s feelings. One was already enough. Curse or not, cheating was one game he didn’t want in on anymore, no matter the temptation.

“Yes indeed, your father is certainly right!” His eyes rose in awe when Belle mentioned that her mother was apart oof the elite le corps du ballet. “C’est vrai? Very very cool! My parents took me to see them at least once a year. How awesome! And why yes madame, the city of lights has yet to fail in its romantic atmosphere.” He was going to wink, but stopped himself with a smile instead “Your spouse is a very lucky person”

“Ah yes, explore the world madame, it is here for us to indulge and explore. Oh, ma famille is in the food business. We have our own restaurant called Le Bistro Charmant. It specializes in sea food but also offers land food and regional cuisine.”  Lumière always loved adding in this part. “One of the best memories was when Johnny Depp and his former wife dined once. I don’t even know how I completed the order without crying tears of joy.”

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Leading Barbie up to his flat had yet to make his stupid smile go away. “Yup. ‘ere we are. Mon petit appartement.” After he closed the door behind them, he happily welcomed her kiss. “Roomates? Ohh yes, Dr. Drakken.” He brought her close and kissed her right back. 

Oh... right he was saying something. “Don’t worry about him, we should be good tonight Fifi” He figured Drakken might either be in his room or out in town. Drakken was pretty sensible after all. 

Lumière let his finger trace down her back as he pulled her in for another kiss. Then another. And another. He was starting to get very very warm. He felt himself fall with her onto the couch and started chuckling. “Oop, hahaha! You are so gorgeous. Couldn’t take my eyes off you at Zira’s Medieval Ball and can’t right now.”  

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Heat Of The Moment {Lumiere & Barbie}

Barbie stepped into Lumiere’s apartment with only a quick glance around. Exits, weapons, people. It was hard to take the spy out of the girl. Especially when she did so much undercover work.

But that wasn’t why she was here. Not as the door closed and Barbie kissed him again. “Do you have a roommate we need to worry about?” Barbie grinned threading her hand through his hair and only separating for the moment to speak.

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dr-drckken​:

Forced Bonding Time || Lumken​​​

–

He followed the game to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for himself and then getting started on setting everything up. Compared to the other games he had played it was fairly simple. Even if he fumbled with some of the pieces and sent them clattering to the ground for himself to go after them before they disappeared into oblivion. 

By the time Lumière came back he had everything where it was supposed to be. All the weapons had been put in rooms at random, he had actually gone about pulling cards from their categories blindly, and not cheated, to be put in the classified folders that sat in the middle of the board. He had also taken the liberty to chose his players. Mrs. Peacock and Mr. Green because blue was one of his personality traits and green because…well…it was a nice color, okay!

Drakken snorted at the notion of having to read the instructions. “I don’t, but if you need to we can.” He pushed the remaining characters pieces in front of  Lumière. “I figured since you usually need three players we could play two roles each.” 

Lumière excitedly set the bottle down. He then proceeded to place one wine glass where he was to be seated and the other directly in front of Drakken. Helping himself,  Lumière poured some of the wine in his glass. “Want some now?” 

He set the bottle aside for future use and glanced over at the setup for the game. “Oh non! You have stolen Madame Peacock from my pick. She is so great” He had forgotten that it is game usually for three people, but was happy Drakken had came up with an awesome way to avoid that rule while still playing. “Yes, I can be forgetful and it’s been a while since I last played.” He kept the rule book to his side. It seemed as though he would definitely be the one needing it.

Looking over the remaining pieces, he eventually decided on Miss Scarlet and Colonel Mustard. He set his pieces on to their respective spaces. “Scarlet goes first!” He began to roll and pouted at seeing the two dots. “Two...” He proceeded to move his piece two pieces. “Looks like I’m heading towards the library, your turn!”

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birdofyourfeather:

evil–endeavors:

Dinner and a Show | Proxy Firewall

Ev made sure to quickly answer Iago’s questions before she got the door– no, she hadn’t told Lumière Iago’s name, and no, she wasn’t going to hold his little story against him, what was more important was Iago’s performance, that he made sure to solidly get Lumière convinced that cursed people deserved to feel quite aggrieved toward Magicks. That they didn’t deserve any of this.

But there was not much time to dwell on that, because Lumière was here and Ev couldn’t keep him waiting. She was actually relieved that he had shown up late– any good performance needed some lead time for everyone to get in their proper roles. And seeing Iago fix his appearance, Ev already felt much better about this.

“Hello, hello, welcome,” Ev said, opening the door and smiling warmly. “Come in.” She gestured toward her entryway, suddenly realizing she had to introduce Iago but didn’t know what alias he was planning on using. Oh well. She could improvise. “Lumière, this is my dear friend…” Oh no oh no oh no… was that a chipmunk on that tree outside? “…Alvin. Alvin, this is Lumière. I’m so happy the two of you could finally meet.” 

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It took almost all of his self control not to twitch at the name presented towards the new guest. Someone who, at first glance, made Iago very glad he went with the meek and presentable look. The guy looked like someone he had to tread carefully around - which made it even more important that he didn’t dare even blink at his new ‘name’, though the smile directed towards Evelyn was definitely one she would be able to read. Dickhead. 

Still, a warm (but hesitant - really working that uncertain angle) smile graced his lips as he looked Lumiere over, a hand extending a soft wave rather than a handshake. “Alvin Cankat - It’s truly so great to finally meet you. I’m not sure you-…..well, actually I am sure you understand how… relieving it was to hear Evelyn bring up this whole dinner plan…” Iago admitted with a soft smile and a nervous shrug of his shoulders. “I uh - I don’t wish any sort of thing upon anyone of course but… sometimes it is just… nice to know we’re not alone, no?” Which was the truth in a simplified form. Iago never would have survived if there wouldn’t have been other castaway cursed people to travel with. Steal with. Steal from. He needed them… Just like him and Evelyn needed them now for the greater picture. 

“I uh – I’m sorry, I don’t wish to be rude. I’d shake your hand but…” Just giving a small gesture and another uncertain shrug, his gaze slipped between the two of them before he simply dipped both hands in his pockets. “…wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable… You know. Curses and…all.” 

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Ah they hadn’t really carried he had arrived late! It wasn’t too late, but late nonetheless. He returned Ev’s smile with one of his own. “Thank you Ev! It smells truly wonderful in here! I am excited for what you have prepared for us.” 

Lumière turned over to Ev’s friend. Alvin. He seemed pretty nice enough. He waved back “ Lumière Charmant. Yes, it was a very gracious idea of Ev’s! You’re the first cursed person I have met besides myself. A sentence I never thought I’d ever have to utter in my life.” He looked back over at Ev and then to Alvin. “It’s just so unpredictable, I think that’s what scares me the most. Being unable to control it is probably far more frightening than the curse itself.” 

He didn’t really understand why the guy didn’t want to shake his hands. Sure he was cursed, but it wasn’t contagious and only really happened when he was... in the mood. Unless, Alvin’s curse was spreadable? “Oh I wouldn’t have minded, whatever’s comfortable man.” He smiled at his host and new cursed friend and wondered what was to come. Smelling the food again he grinned. “Ev, I didn’t know you cooked so well! My taste buds are begging me for a bite haha”

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rikuxnakayama​:

Training with Fire

Riku was, of course, already waiting there. He was always exactly on time, and often some minutes early. When it came to training, the man was dedicated and always tried his best to give the session the importance that it deserved. Still, he had to remind himself that this would be Lumière’s first time and, as such, he would have to be gentle and understanding. He could do that pretty well, too, right?

“Ah! So you’ve found the place — good!” he exclaimed, smiling at the other in an attempt to radiate confidence. His hands here on his hips as he watched the other approach. “We can eat after some training, then,” he suggested, without even asking for an opinion. He was the coach here, right?

Stepping forth, the man looked Lumière over, still smiling confidently at him. “Very well. So, before we start: Has anything new happened to you? Magically speaking, of course. Has your fire developed in any way, or have there been any new manifestations?”

Lumière loved how ready Riku looked for today’s lesson. The poise, the style, the determination. If they were still in France where magic was all a thing in one’s head, Lumière would have pushed for Riku to be a fashion model in Paris. He did have some pull, being his mother’s son. He imagined how cool that would be to see Riku walk the runways. Slaying all those who dared to face him with sword and looks.

Aaand he was already distracting himself with these thoughts. “Oh ok, whatever you think!”  Lumière set the baggy aside and looked expectantly at Riku, giving a smile back at his coach/friend. He had enjoyed their time together at Tiana’s and was actually happy to have befriended Riku. It made him wonder why France was so anti-magic. Well there was always one rotten apple to spoil the bunch. Riku is nice, but maybe some magicks weren’t as nice.

“Well I have been seeing Barbie for... oh.” He blushed at the realization Riku was talking about new as in magic development, not life development. “Uh, so far no. It has only spread up to about my elbows.” He gulped at the idea of it getting bigger. 

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Training with Fire

After their long talk and night out at Tiana’s, Lumière was up to try out training with Riku towards controlling his magic. He was pretty happy that Riku wanted to help him and made time to do so. He knew if he was going down this route, Riku would be the one to help him considering all he had explained so far. Plus, the guy knew how to use that giant key, keyblade... it was pretty cool!

The Frenchman walked over to the designated spot they were to meet by the lake. It was a good idea to be by place by water in case his fire got a little too out of hand. 

“Hey! Hey Riku!”  Lumière waved to his battle mage friend, excited for what was to come. “I brought some grapes for snacks!” He put the baggie aside and looked up at Riku for his instruction.

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Late!  Lumière could not believe he was already a whole fifteen minutes late to Evelyn’s dinner. She had been so kind to have set this whole thing up and he was walking over fifteen minutes late because he had spilt toothpaste over his nice shirt. He had tried washing it out but it left a water mark that was equally unappealing. It ruined his whole outfit and he had to sift through his closet to pick out another look. 

After he was finally satisfied with his attire for the evening, Lumière quickly collected the chocolate chip croissant he had baked for Evelyn and her guest in honor of the dinner and locked up. Looking over the address, he double checked the numbers lined up before knocking on the door. A pleasing aroma of food was seeping through the door which made him all the more giddy for the dinner. It made the prospects of curse conversation much more comfortable. “Ah bonjour, mes amis!”

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evil–endeavor​:

Dinner and a Show | Proxy Firewall

Sometimes, Ev really didn’t know how she got herself into these situations. 

Like playing host at a dinner party at her apartment thrown for the purpose of forcing Iago into making a friend so that she could expand her influence? Lord. For the thousandth time, it occurred to her that her life would be so much simpler if she had just done the simple thing and donated to some anti-Magick organizations and stayed in London.

But apparently Ev just had to do everything in this world, didn’t she?

The wine was poured, the candles were lit, and the takeaway from Remy’s was dumped into dishes warming in the oven so that at least it looked like she tried to hide that she didn’t cook. She had the liquor Iago had requested and something French she assumed Lumière might like displayed proudly on a side table in the entryway, sporting shiny silver bows.

At the knock at the door, Ev grabbed one of the glasses and opened the door. “Iago. A pleasure as always. Come in.” She smiled, handing him a glass. “Our guest should be here any minute. How are you?”

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Was Iago excited for this venture? No. Not particularly. Did it phase him any? Also no. It was a job, and like such - Iago would treat it with care and discretion, even if the job itself was a fair bit different than his usual assignment. Even still, he knew to show up early, as to make sure he could clear up any last second issues with his boss before he went into full actor mode for the evening. He’d be sure to pull any vulgar language from his vocabulary, appear more.. shaken and walk with the lack of confidence someone coming from his situation might. 

Whatever he could do to sell it. 

Taking the glass gently as it was handed to him, Iago walked into the foyer - twisting the glass easily between his fingers and watching the wine circle inside with a small smile. “Oh wonderful, dear. I was hoping I’d arrive first.” He spoke using the conversation to pitch his voice a bit, finding something fairly meeker sounding and tacking that Turkish accent he’d long since dampened back on. “I just wanted to… clear a few final things up. Such as - if you gave him my name? Or if I should make something up a bit more normal.” He started, testing that new tone out with a nod of his head - it would do. And really it didn’t matter either way if she’d disclosed his name, he already had a way to run with both options. “And also just to say that anything I say here you’ll do well never to mention again. It’s all mostly fabricated and it’d be annoying for you to try and tease me with it later.” Since… actually most of it likely wouldn’t be fabricated, but Iago didn’t often detail his struggles. 

Another glance towards his boss and Iago shifted again - altering his appearance just enough to appear more innocent. His facial hair disappearing to make him appear more approachable, younger - his hair shortening into something far more clean cut and managed than his normal loose ponytail or bun. A perfect match for the ‘sob story’ version of himself he was going for - and just in time too - as another knock sounded at the door.

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dr-drckken​:

Forced Bonding Time || Lumken​​

–

An eyebrow lifted at the mention of Monopoly because Drakken would absolutely have gone way too hard and would have spent several turns trying to get Lumière to go in on a deal with him while he was probably stuck in jail. So it was a very good thing that it got passed up for something else! For the sake of time of course. 

Clue! That was a good pick. He liked the movie but hadn’t played the actual game since he had been a child, back when the children of the apartment building he and his mother lived in made the mistake of asking him to play with them. Just as Lumière was now. 

Drakken gave his nod of approval and carefully stepped out his door so that it was only open as much as it needed to be to let him pass, so his roommate wouldn’t be able to see anything inside. And usually Drakken wasn’t big into alcohol, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to let Lumière drink while he pretended to. Give him the advantage of sobriety! 

“Sure! Where’s the game? I can set it up while you get those.” 

Ah Clue it was then!  Lumière was happy they had easily decided on a game instead of taking an hour to finally decide. He didn’t like sitting still too long. As long as the game promised to be friend, he wouldn’t have minded which ever one Drakken had picked. 

Lumière set aside the other games and held up the Clue game in his hands for his roommate to see. “Here it is! Our board game for today” He placed it on the dinning table and started heading over to the fridge. While looking through their limited selection of booze, the frenchman wondered about all the fun they would soon have. Deciding on a nice red Zinfandel, he collected two cups and headed back over to the table.

“Here we are! Ready? Or do you need the rule book to go over something?”  Lumière tended to forget the occasional rule to and always found having it by his side as something handy. 

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Character Name:  Lumière Albert Charmant

Title/occupation: Baron of Ember Estates

Sponsoring: Countess Ashleigh Quinlan and Miss Rose Whitman 

Magick Status: Mundus

Bio: What is a French Baron doing in London? Tis a good question you may ask. Well this Baron has a certain adoration for the musical arts. Everywhere he has travelled, he has made sure to indulge and enjoy in the beautiful local symphonies performed and the arias song. It was an adoration that was never complete until he heard Susan Webb sing. Hers was the song that answered all his lingering questions for love, something he quite ravenously fell into with her.

Once they wed, he purchased Ember Estates for their new life together as Baron and Baroness. Their song grew in happiness when their bundles of joy Marjorie and Theodore arrived. Though as the years started growing, Lumière started getting the feeling that their love song was losing its vigor. A silly thought, it must be his imagination. After all, this social season he was going to be fairly busy for him sponsoring not one but two season competitors. He has high hopes for the ready and capable family friend Countess Ashleigh Quinlan. Though, his patience was going to be tested with his not so eager cousin Miss Rose Whitman. Here here to a great season!

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estrelllas:

Thursday night Fever!

“We could just call it a tie and give it to both of us. I’m not much of a sore loser or a sore winner.” Barbie stated her finger twirling along the collar of his shirt.

“Or you can say that I win and not leave without a kiss. I think it all comes down to you and what you want. You know what I want.”

And so here they were, the moment of truth. Pride or Lust. It was an easy pick. “Looks like we both win”

 Lumière pulled Barbie in. He let his lips momentarily trace hers before giving into the moment. He continued kissing her sweet and soft lips as he gently massaged the back of her neck in their embrace. And just like magic, he was starting to slowly feel warmer. It was a definitely exciting feeling. He knew what would eventually happen, but he also didn’t want to pull away either.

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dr-drckken​:

Forced Bonding Time || Lumken​

–

Drakken eyes flickered from Lumière’s face, down to the board game, and back up again to meet his gaze with a very unimpressed expression. He could not be serious. A board game? He had interrupted him for a board game?

Europeans were so strange. 

Inwardly he groaned and pouted, not wanting to do anything but get back to his work. He needed to think of some way to get out of this and turn his roommate down. Faking being sick was usually a sure fire way to ward people off. But what if he insisted on trying to help with that in some way? No, he couldn’t risk him coming into his room. Work? No, it was the weekend, he would just insist he take some time off to do something fun. 

Honestly, had he not been trying to pretend to be a nice, normal, run of the mill citizen, Drakken would have just told him no and shut the door in his face without any remorse. Ugh, he was going to miss that. 

But he was trying to put on a good face for the sake of not being suspicious and not allow anyone to think he was up to no good. So he was going to have to play nice with his roommate. Otherwise by this time tomorrow half the building would know about it probably. 

And, anyway, he might have a bit of fun crushing Lumière in whatever game he put in front of them! Drakken was a genius, after all, no silly little board game could best him. 

“What did you have in mind?” 

Would they end up being friends, or just roomates? The recent question  Lumière had been wondering for several weeks now. Of course, they would never actually know unless they found out themselves.  Lumière wasn’t one to just ignore an opportunity for a good friendship when it could very well be starting at him right in the face. 

“Ahh I would say Monopoly but then we wouldn’t be done until the morning haha! So, how about something easy to start out with Clue? An iconic and fun murder mystery game. I’ll even let you pick your character first, mon ami.How’s that sound?”

One thing they could get probably along about was being fairly new arrivals to Swynlake. He hadn’t heard Drakken’s name among the list of veteran Swynlakers and was happy to be one of the new batch of citizens with him. He would definitely ask him a bit as they played. But first. Drinks!

“Any board isn’t complete without a couple glasses? I know I’ve got more than half of a Zinfandel left that we could split.”

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prince--thomas​:

Hot Boy Winter: The Heartbreakers Edition​

Tom didn’t want to talk about.

Okay, that was a lie. Tom wanted to talk about it. He wanted to talk about it very badly. He usually talked about these things with Phil and John but well, he wasn’t exactly speaking to them about things that were not work right now. They were mad at him and he was mad at them and–

“No, she–she had every right. I should’ve backed off. I just–” he took another swig of his drink. It slapped down hard on the bar top. “I just wanted her to know that I was sorry, but she wasn’t listening and–” Tom ran his hand through his messy curls, sighing out harshly.

“It just it wasn’t about her. I didn’t mean to–it was just Marie and I…we–and with Rose…” Tom shook his head. “I didn’t mean for it to happen and it looks even worse because I lied to Rose about being home but it wasn’t because of Marie! I just…I had wanted to take some time alone. It wasn’t planned with Marie and she–god, I hurt her too. Neither of them will let me explain and I know they don’t owe me anything, but I feel like they deserve an explanation!”

Lumière didn’t understand. Sure he cheated, that’s a given. But, that didn’t give her a right to downright attempt to murder him. Like who even carries a knife on them anyways, it was a totally barbaric thing. It made Lumière wonder how she even got into Pixies at the first place. Well, he did imagine there would be more safety precautions now after this incident. Plus, what would a knife even do against someone who knew how to control their magic capabilities. The world was a scary place sometimes.

He gulped down some more of his Whiskey as he focused on what Tom said. “Well, yes I do think you should speak to them both individually. Definitely not tonight, but at a time that works for each of you.”  Lumière‘s initial talk with Mia, his ex-s bestfriend and his former lover, went downright smashing until his fiery episode in the bedroom. He wished he could have gotten the chance to talk with Eloise though, maybe she wouldn’t have cursed him? 

“Though, be extra careful with Rose. If she’s that quick to anger... it might be best to take that conversation as cautious as possible.” 

@prince--thomas​

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almosttiana​:

Hey, you ok? It’s Interview Day!​

It was a little vague, and Tiana was hoping for a concrete example, but at least Lumière showed that he didn’t have a huge ego like some chefs did. Tiana couldn’t handle ego. She needed to be the one making the final decisions in a kitchen, and she didn’t want people undermining her authority. She could deal with people questioning her, of course, but Tiana was still finding her footing as head chef and when other cooks acted like they knew better, it ticked her off. Even if sometimes they were right.

But she had to do what was best for the restaurant too, of course. And in addition to making sure his personality fit in with the kitchen, she had to make sure his skills were up to snuff too. “Okay,” Tiana said, jotting down a few notes. “What about our menu? Have you taken a look at it? I’d love to see you prepare something for me.”

This was the moment of the interview Lumière was waiting for, the demonstration. Sure  Lumière could talk for hours on end. It was fun. Getting to know someone or simply pass the hours by. The guy is a natural chatterbox. His father always said he was born with mouth first and everything else right after. Now, actually walking the walk. This was the good part that put his words into action. “Yes I looked through. Hmm lot’s of superb options. Though, I wouldn’t mind showing you the Jambalaya if that’s alright? With some nice andouille and crawfish, I can’t wait for you to taste it.”  Lumière hoped his dish would be satisfactory for Tiana, he really did. Rent wasn’t cheap and he had to admit that he missed the feel of working in a kitchen.

He headed over to what looked like the prep station and awaited for Tiana’s ok before starting. 

@almosttiana​

[flameofpassion]

labellerose-acheron​:

Beauty and the Candlestick​

This was still a very odd conversation, but–

Belle found herself enjoying it. Maybe it was just because she was desperate for interaction that wasn’t her husband or Toulouse or one or two other friends that had come by regularly. Maybe it was just the energy that the busy café gave her. Maybe it was the opportunity to speak to another French person. Not that Belle was French but, well, she was so very curious about it, considering her mother had not lived long enough to tell her much. 

And these days, Belle was awfully curious about her mother too. 

“Vive la France,” Belle replied, though with much less gusto than Lumière. “I’m glad I could make Swynlake more welcoming. It is a wonderful place. I love it here.” And that was certainly something she wouldn’t have said five years ago, but now looking back, it had always been true.

“My mother was, uhm–she lived in Paris since she was 15, I know that much.” It was odd to talk about her mother to a stranger. She didn’t do it often, but mostly because it did not often come up.  “I don’t…know where she was before then. She died when I was very young.” 

“But, I’ve heard the cote d’Azur is lovely,” Belle told him. “My friends’ family has a house in Argelès-sur-Mer. I’ve not been, but I’ve seen the photos. It looks quite like a dream.”

This conversation was quite refreshing indeed. It wasn’t just any other day where he met another nice French bibliophile in Swnylake. While sure, his initial approach in the conversation was rather brash and unexpected as they were still fairly strangers with one another. But, the more they talked, the more he wanted to get to know Belle.

He grinned wide when Belle returned the Vive la France. Sure it was a silly declaration because he already knew they both loved their homeland, but it was nice to see. Lumière nodded his head with agreement as to Swynlake. “Besides that fog incident, it has been a new breath of fresh air!”

From what Belle mentioned of her mother, it sounded that some of the history was even a mystery to her. “Paris is a jubilant city. Argelès-sur-Mer is very whimsical. I have ended up there some nights and not remembered how or why, but enjoyed the trip regardless haha! You definitely need to visit sometime” Lumière still had trouble when it came to serious conversations, which was why he always tried his best to keep things light-hearted and humorous. Though serious conversations definitely deserved respect, especially one’s about loved ones. 

“And I’m sure when your mom was there, she only added extra radiance to the city of light. Just like you add to this town!”

@labellerose-acheron​