#groix

[adieu-amour-nuages]

Série Bretagne au Nikon TW

annelb

[toutplacid]

Faucheuse devant carrelage – stylo-bille noir "Pilot BP-S Matic", carnet nº 113, avril 2017.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Port of Locmaria on the Groix Island, Brittany region of France

French vintage postcard

[celfrd]

Breiz atao 

[roman-provignon]

Il y a quelques semaines. Profiter de l’air sain de Groix, loin du tumulte parisien. #groix #iledegroix #morbihan #morbihansud #morbihantourism #bretagne #breizh (à Groix) https://www.instagram.com/p/CplU8rqoE_A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jbrasseul]

Le plus petit port

Le plus petit port

[random-brushstrokes]

Paul Signac - Lighthouse at Groix (1925)

[paolo-streito-1264]

Henri Roger-Viollet. Tuna boats from the island of Groix in the port of Douarnenez, 1913.

[coolvieilledentelle]

Ile de Groix - France ( Bretagne)

[classicalcanvas]

Title: Groix, Port-Mélite

Artist: Henry Moret

Date: 1895

Genre: Landscape

[marsuro]

Beach stroll

(At Île de Groix, Pointe des Chats)

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[ltwilliammowett]

A George III unmarked silver Sailor’s Token, circa 1793, adapted from a silver coin [probably a shilling], one side engraved with H.M.S. Russell, 74 Guns, the other with script initials ‘RA’ over ‘AA’ and the date 1793

HMS Russell was a 74-gun third rate ship of the line of the Royal Navy, launched on 10 November 1764 at Deptford. In 1782, she was commanded by Captain James Saumarez at the Battle of the Saintes. In 1793 John Willet Payne became captain and, the following year, the ship became part of the Channel Fleet, under Admiral Howe. The Russell fought in the Battle of Groix. She also fought at the Battle of Camperdown in 1797. The ship was sold by the navy in 1811.

[carloskaplan]

Paul Signac: Faro en Groix (1925)

[roman-provignon]

Le phare de la Pointe des Chats sans sa coupole. #phare #bretagne #groix #groixetnature #iledegroix #i̇le #bretagnesud #morbihan #nature (à Phare de la pointe des Chats) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPYq8ZNYDZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[perdrelacellule]

Groix me manque.

Le sable, les chemins interdits, les chats errants, hurler La Blanche Hermine chez Beudeff, le musée claqué au sol, le poisson miam bon.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Island in the Sun

Note: Always indebted to @flashfictionfridayofficial so glad that it exists. Once again here’s my entry for this week’s prompt An eternal summer #FFF197 to dabble on my head canons. In my universe, people like Shigeki Suwa should pay for the consequences. Lily’s image doesn’t exist. Episode 12 doesn’t exist (don’t get me wrong I love it.). AU-Canon divergence.

Fandom: Buddy Daddies

Characters: Rei Suwa, Kazuki Kurusu, Miri Unasaka, Karin Izumi

Pairing: Kazurei established (Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei)

Words: 778

Rating: T

Rei has never been on a French beach. But like they say, there is always a first time for everything.

Unfolding himself from the car, the first thing that hits him is the blinding sun in spite of his aviators. As soon as he puts his feet down, white sand fills its way immediately into his footwear. It is a pair of camouflage flip-flops Miri has chosen for him when he and Kazuki casually browsed the Rakuzon website months ago for their impending escape along with the midnight-blue beach shorts that he is wearing right now.

He can taste the salt in the sea breeze blowing his jet-black hair gently. It is dry and humid, and he cannot say if he likes the temperature at all, so he lets his ebony vest open refusing to shed it off. Using a walking stick on a beach is not practical but needs must.

“Not too fast, Rei, your wounds!” Kazuki, freshly tanned, calls out. To hell with my wounds, Rei thinks, the bandages on my legs are gone. He limps his way to the shore ignoring Kazuki’s pleas. Exactly three months and a half ago, they were still in Japan and got involved in a car accident where the three of them supposedly died. In this “bad business” meeting different sorts of people is usual like the one-eyed supplier of cadavers. God knows the methods Rei used to ensure the man’s silence.

Now, they are on an island called Groix in Brittany, walking along its coast and renting a house on a cliff. Rei was in a coma for a week and after that 16 days in a rehabilitation center, while Kazuki arranged their new life in France with the assistance of his sister-in-law, Karin.

His rumination stops as the right car door slams and Miri comes out. The child is wearing the biggest black sunglasses Rei has ever seen on a human face. Her summer hat can’t keep still on her head. Kazuki makes a fuss about the yellow ribbon that is quite not attached to it. She insisted on donning her uneven black-striped swimsuit an hour ago inside the car.

Rei thinks he must commend their five-year-old daughter’s toughness. She’s been braving the long stretches of journey, and abrupt and lightning-speed changes in their lifestyle, at times violent, ever since leaving their country and her newfound friends.

Trailing behind them is Karin, who their child finds attached to each day the longer the young woman stays with them.

“Aunt Karin is so beautiful, and she creates these pretty dresses!”

Corresponding with her secretly before the accident required too much effort even leaving Kyutaro-san out of the picture. Perhaps, they will see him again in the future and apologise to him why they left without telling him.

He takes a look at Kazuki, finds his satisfied smile as soon as the view of the beach lays out before them. The sun and the sea. An eternal summer only for the three of them. Away from everyone they refuse to see. Finally.

Miri cannot wait to dip her toes to the water. It is not as if Fukuoka doesn’t have its own beaches. Still, France is far away from Japan. The Atlantic is much colder and wilder than the Pacific Ocean.

“It is a ginormous bathtub, Papa Kazu!” Her small hand intertwines with Kazuki’s own.

“It is, yeah!” Kazuki answers with great enthusiasm. “The half-day travel was worth it, Karin. Thank you again for finding this place,” Kazuki touches her shoulder, squeezes it.

Karin, in turn, holds his brother-in-law’s hand back. She’s been their host for the duration of their house-hunting in France even willing to put her studies on hold to accommodate them.

“I am relieved that your crazy plan worked out,” she sighs.

A “mysterious hacker” turned over a huge file of classified intel that convinced the Fukuoka Prefecture police to raid the Suwa’s ancestral home. They are consequently conducting immediate arrests of the organisation members concerning a number of attacks on the civilians that has happened since the 1990s. And the final nail on the coffin? Shigeki Suwa is languishing in a jail cell awaiting sentence because of two counts of murder, including killing his ex-wife. The news has made Rei’s long-winding recuperation at the hospital worth something, but his temporary immobility is debilitating.

Still, the fight is far from over.

“We are not safe yet, Kazuki, as long as he’s alive. We are going to continue to run for our lives.” One can sense the disappointment on Rei’s voice. If he could, he himself would put the bullet on his father’s head. He’d love to see that day happen.