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Rêvant de Toi VI - Premières Impressions

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MC heads back to the office after accidentally spending the night at Vincent's and gets to finally meet a few important people. Also Marion shenanigans.

The first thing she noticed when she woke up was the pounding in her head.

With a groan, she turned over, burying her head into the safety and darkness of the couch, trying to evade the sunlight that was streaming through the windows. After shielding herself, she immediately noticed the unfamiliarity of her surroundings and pried her eyes open, slowly lifting her head to glance around the room. Had she…stayed the night?

With a sense of panic, she quickly checked herself, sighing with relief when she realized that she was still fully clothed, though incredibly disheveled. A dark green blanket had been draped over her at some point during the night but now lay crumpled up at the end of the couch, displaced by her movement as she slept. The remnants of last night were nowhere to be seen, likely cleaned up by Eugene when he came in the morning. As she paused for a moment, trying to listen for an indication that anyone was home, she heard nothing but silence. She sat up, her feet finding the soft rug beneath her and supporting her as she pulled herself up slowly, taking some time to gather her bearings and ground herself before starting to move.

She folded the blanket at the end of the couch, not wanting to be discourteous, and started towards the kitchen, wincing when the rug beneath her feet gave way to cool hardwood and then tile. The kitchen was similarly empty, except for a small paper bag sitting on top of some folded fabric. She frowned softly as she approached the sight, glancing around one more time before peeking into the bag.

A delicious smell greeted her nose as she pried into the bag, finding a croissant, once warm but now cool from sitting on the counter for some time. How long had he been gone for? She set the bag to the side to inspect the garment underneath, ignoring the rumbling in her stomach just long enough to notice a small piece of paper tucked under the bag, the elegant scroll running across it was addressed to her.

Miss Prince,

I apologize that I won’t be there when you wake up this morning, but duty calls, of course. I didn’t want to be so rude as to leave without a goodbye, but I could hardly bring myself to disturb your slumber. I hope this can make up for my lack of good hostmanship and however I may have composed myself last night. I’m not usually so forward, but I fear the wine may have dulled my sense of restraint. I shall strive to be more courteous at our next meeting.

Also, the city is rather chilly this morning. Try your best not to catch a cold–I’ve left something behind to help.

Affectueusement,

Vincent

Affectionately? Is this what he called affectionate?

She frowned as her eyes scanned the message, having to reread his words over again to make sense of his apology. Did he feel…bad about what he had said last night? Did he regret it, or just how quickly he acted? She didn’t miss the slight tinge in her heart when she noted the formality of his tone, the ease of conversation from the night before all but absent from his note. It wasn’t like he was outright taking back anything he had said the night before, but she couldn’t help but feel as if he had closed the door on her again, keeping her at arms length from whatever she was trying to deduce about him.

She set the note aside, distracting herself from his wording, not wanting to read too much into it when he wasn’t even here to explain what he meant in the first place. It was better if she didn’t think too much about it anyways. She eyed the fabric finally, running her hand across it and noting its softness before holding it up, trying to see exactly what he had left her. Looking over it, she blinked in surprise when she realized it was one of his blazers and held it gently up to her face, taking in the faint but comforting smell of him that adorned the material.

At least he had cared enough to leave her something. He wasn’t throwing her out to the wolves just yet.

But while she appreciated the thought, was she really supposed to wear a men's blazer into the office? One that clearly didn’t belong to her? It was hard to find another option in her situation, and it would help hide the fact that she was still wearing yesterday’s outfit at least. It wasn’t like it could be traced back to him either, given that half of the men in the city wore blazers everyday. His just so happened to be a little more tailored than the rest. If anyone asked, she would say it belonged to an old friend and she was just trying out a new look, surely that would suffice. The city of love was the city of fashion, after all.

She studied the blazer for a moment longer, admiring how structured it was before pulling it on, letting out a soft laugh at how much it dwarfed her, the tips of her fingers just peeking past the cuffs of the sleeves. She would definitely need to use her belt to cinch it at the waist if she wanted to pass it off as a statement piece, but at least that was manageable. She could make it work for a day.

Her train of thought was suddenly broken as the ding of the elevator came through the silence, quickly followed by the sound of jangling metal and murmured french–a clear sign that someone had joined her in the apartment. She flushed at the thought of Vincent finding her in the kitchen, engulfed by his jacket as if she had broken into his closet and stolen his clothes in some kind of pathetic attempt to dress up. Quickly, she began fumbling with the buttons, desperate to take the garment off before he could see her, but had only just made it to the last one as footsteps reached the kitchen–some coming from the patterning of tiny feet, and the other ones slower, more confident as they strode through the penthouse, heading in her direction.

She looked up, momentarily frozen with fear until her eyes settled on a crop of red hair and she let out a sigh of relief.

Thank god, it was just Eugene.

He paused in the doorway, watching her for a moment with a look of confusion until his eyes went wide with recognition.

“Miss Prince, you’re awake!”

His accent was slightly thicker than his employer’s, missing the slight English tinge that Vincent often had while speaking, but was still perfectly enunciated.

“Ah, yes…” she started, her hands pulling the blazer tighter around her in an attempt to shield herself from his gaze. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be nosy I just…” she flushed, finally letting go of the fabric and motioning towards the bag on the counter. “He left this behind.”

Eugene stayed silent for a moment before an amused expression crossed his face, and he shook his head.

“Of course, Miss Prince. He intended for you to take it, and you certainly wouldn’t be doing a very good job at snooping around if you had only made it to the kitchen.”

He cracked a smile at that and she felt herself relax a little more, the tension from her shoulders lifting when she realized that this wasn’t his employer she was dealing with. The valet was much more down to earth, thankfully.

“No, I suppose you’re right. Though truth be told I’m still glad you’re the one that came in instead of him. I’m not sure I could handle any more embarrassment this morning.”

She laughed and leaned against the kitchen island, watching as he leant down to unclip his companion–the small pug she had met last night–from his leash, freeing him to come and greet her once more, his tiny feet pattering against the tile as he looked up at her excitedly with a whine. She smiled, bending down to scratch him between the ears.

“And a good morning to you too, Esteban.”

Eugene waited for her to stand back up before he spoke.

“Mr Karm wished for me to escort you to work, if you’d find that agreeable. The metro is usually horrendous at this hour. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemies.”

Something in his tone and the haunted look in his eyes told her it was something he felt strongly about–perhaps coming from a bad personal experience or two.

She nodded, smiling gratefully.

“Sure, that’d be wonderful. Let me just finish up this croissant and then we can–”

She paused, her eyes going wide as she glanced over at the clock on the stove for the first time that morning, realizing just how late for work she already was. She was supposed to be meeting the boss today! Why of all days…

“On second thought…we should probably get going.”

She quickly pulled the blazer on, trying her best to multitask adjusting the fabric while grabbing the paper bag with her only free hand, rapidly making her way to the elevator.

“Ah, Miss Prince–”

Eugene scrambled after her, meeting her in the elevator and pressing the button to take them to the ground floor. The door closed after a moment and he looked back over at her, finding her fumbling with the belt she had tied around the blazer in an attempt to look slightly more presentable. She paused, glancing up at him before dropping her hands with a sigh as he raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry…I didn’t realize how late it was. I should have looked at the clock earlier, but I was a little distracted if I’m being honest…” she shook her head, tucking the paper bag under her arm and straightening her posture with a deep breath. “I know I’m probably not…exactly what you expected…”

“What I expected…?”

“I mean… in terms of Vincent’s soulmate. You probably expected someone a little more…refined. I’m not exactly up to date with the nuances of French opera, or the latest art exhibition unveilings…and I’m hardly put together…”

He watched her for a minute as she glanced away, refusing to make eye contact, before he let out a laugh. She turned to him quickly in confusion, clearly not expecting his reaction.

“What…?” she questioned, raising her eyebrow almost in defiance, but found him watching her with the same tickled expression as before.

“Miss Prince, I think you might be exactly what he needs,” he trailed off, his gaze turning to the doors of the elevator as they opened, and he led them out and towards the car. “It’s really not my place to say, but Monsieur Karm has been stuck in this…”–he paused, gesturing to their surroundings as he opened the car door–”routine, for as long as I’ve worked for him. You’re a surprising breath of fresh air, believe me,” he closed the door, moving to let himself into the driver's seat and meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror. “I for one, am very glad you’ve thrown him off his rhythm,” he smiled and started up the car, finally looking towards the road and beginning the drive to her office.

She watched him for a moment, running his words over in her head before a gentle smile crossed her lips and she turned to look out the window, feeling more at ease at the valet’s affirmations. Unspokenly, she was grateful for his voiced opinion, knowing that even to others, that maybe, just maybe, their connection wasn’t as far-fetched as it seemed. He was closed off for now, but that she could work with, if he would only make the effort to let her in.

Besides, even if it didn’t work out, she could always make friends with Eugene instead.

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Arriving at the office, she thanked Eugene quickly before hurrying out of the car, anxious to get into the building before anyone could notice exactly what kind of car she arrived in. She sighed a breath of relief once she had made it to the elevator unnoticed and checked her watch, relaxing against the bar behind her when she realized they had made it in less time than she thought, luckily only late for the start of her day and not for the scheduled meeting with the CEO that was supposed to be taking place in thirty minutes.

She let her eyes close as the doors of the elevator did, relaxing in a moment of silence that was suddenly interrupted as a hand shot through the doors and they opened once more, a man hurrying inside and taking his place beside her.

“Sorry,” he mumbled in French, catching his breath. “Late for a meeting…” he trailed off, running a hand through his hair and leaning against the back wall just as she was.

He was clearly in as much disarray as she was, that was obvious. He held a stack of loose papers under his arm as he straightened his glasses which had gone crooked in his frantic hurrying. He hardly seemed to notice her at first as he straightened himself out, and she got the feeling that this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for him, if the state of his outfit was anything to go by. He was dressed well, but not overly so, going for the ease of a tucked in white button-up and dark pants, aiming for neatness but lacking the careful attention that she noticed in Vincent’s attire, his collar unbuttoned and folded to the side. He seemed familiar, but she was having trouble placing exactly where she had seen him before.

Finally, he glanced over to the elevator buttons, tilting his head as he noticed that they were headed to the same floor. He glanced over at her, his blue eyes studying her for a moment before going wide in shock.

“Oh! I didn’t even recognize you!” He added, this time in english. His face eased into a welcoming smile and he held a hand out for her to shake. “You’re Isabelle Prince, right? The new journalist?”

She watched his hand for a minute before reaching out cautiously to shake, a little uneasy about the fact that this man seemed to know exactly who she was while she was still having a hard time placing his face. At least he seemed nice enough…

“That’s me. Ah, excuse me, but I’m not quite sure I recognize you…”

He tilted his head curiously for a moment before letting out a soft laugh.

“My apologies, I should have introduced myself first.” He shook her hand in turn. “Raphael Laurent,” he announced, letting go of her hand and straightening the papers under his arm once more. “I must admit, I’m rather relieved to see you here…I thought I was the only one who was going to be late to our meeting, but I’m glad to see we’re both here at the same time!”

Her eyes went wide in realization that she was standing in front of her boss, having forgotten what he looked like and almost shutting him out of the elevator after arriving at work over an hour late. Though if he seemed to care, he hadn’t shown it. For once, she was grateful that her boss wasn’t as put together as she had expected him to be…

“Ah, it won’t be a habit, I promise. My first week here in the city has been rather…disorienting.”

He laughed as the elevator chimed, motioning for her to step out first before he followed. It seemed he had bought her excuse–either he was overlooking her choice in fashion or he was blissfully naive about its implications, but either way, she was relieved that she had managed to escape any questioning glances on his part.

“Don’t worry, I completely understand. Paris can be a labyrinth at the best of times, even for us natives. But I promise, it does get better,” he assured, sending her a small, encouraging smile before he glanced around the room, ensuring that everything had been running smoothly in his absence. Seemingly satisfied, he turned back to her, adding, “I’ll give you some time to get to your desk and get settled. Feel free to come knock on my door as soon as you’re ready to talk.”

“Right, I’ll be there shortly then!” she nodded and trailed off, glancing over to her side of the office but not stepping away in case he wasn’t finished.

He smiled again, this time a little more strained as the awkward silence stretched between them, the both of them seemingly unsure of whether or not they should say anything else. Finally though, he sent her a small nod and went his own way, and she let out a breath of relief, making her way to her desk and setting down her bag.

Well that could’ve gone better. At least he hadn’t made any comments about her fashion taste–something she knew she’d have to deal with once Louise laid her eyes on her.

Gathering her thoughts, she sorted through her bag, pulling out the notebook she often kept on her for any haphazard or investigative notes, the sturdy cover worn from heavy use over the last few months. It took her another moment to locate her lucky pen–a turquoise pilot G-7 that Kat had given her to study for exams with back in their undergrad days. She had used it on almost every investigation so far, and she couldn’t imagine trying to start a new case without it, especially not in an unfamiliar city.

She had just tucked her bag away beneath her desk when a voice came from behind her, and she jumped, her head nearly missing the edge of the desk as she stood back up, turning to face whoever had snuck up on her with a harsh glare.

Of course. She should have known.

“Glad to see you didn’t actually fall off the face of the earth. I wasn’t sure if you were going to show up today.”

Marion watched her with crossed arms, an amused expression twinkling in her eyes as she studied the journalist’s outfit, no doubt running her own calculations in her head. Isabelle rolled her eyes and straightened her outfit before mirroring Marion’s stance, crossing her arms and shifting her weight onto her back leg.

“You know, it’s common courtesy to announce your presence when someone’s busy, especially when they’re in a precarious position.”

The other woman let out a laugh, her posture relaxing as she looked Isabelle over, her eyes narrowing as she eyed the blazer Isabelle had on.

“Oh, I bet you were in a precarious position. Is that why you’re late to work?” she teased, beginning to circle her as a shark would its prey. “Whose closet did you steal this from…and where can I get his number?”

“Marion please,” she sighed and rolled her eyes once more, pulling the blazer tighter around her. “It’s not what you think, alright? Just a…clothing mishap…a mistake…it happens,” she trailed off, doing her best to try and redirect the conversation. It was better that Marion think it was something casual anyways–the last thing she needed right now was for her coworkers to find out she was seeing the competition, especially when said coworker had been drooling over the competition just the day prior. “Besides, I didn’t miss anything important, did I?”

Marion watched her for a moment with an incredulous expression before sighing and rolling her eyes, making her way back to her own desk.

“Not really. Louise is out today anyways, so you got lucky. Something about finding a babysitter,” she trailed off, sitting down and crossing her legs with a bored look. “The only exciting thing I’ve heard today is that apparently the boss is in, though I haven’t gotten the chance to see him yet. I’ve heard he’s handsome too…” she hummed, wiggling her eyebrows with a laugh.

Isabelle rolled her eyes but cracked a smile nonetheless, pushing her chair back under the desk.

“Is that actually all you care about?” she laughed, raising an eyebrow. “You’re working at one of the most prestigious magazines in the city and you can only focus on how hot your boss is. Honestly…” She shook her head with another grin.

“Hey! I’m just looking out for my future. You can’t fault a girl for trying to set herself up!” She frowned, tilting her head as Isabelle turned and began walking away. “Wait, where are you going?”

She had a point, Isabelle supposed. There was certainly nothing wrong with trying to find herself a catch, the journalist just had other priorities, though she wasn’t sure how biased she was given that she had already met her soulmate, and he already ticked most of the boxes for what a person could want in a partner…or at least, what Marion wanted in a partner.

“I’ll be back. I’ve got a meeting with the boss,” she grinned back at her, sending her a wink before turning and continuing on. “I’ll let you know if you’re right or not.

She heard Marion let out a small gasp before she rounded the corner, leaving her line of sight. She would certainly be getting an earful once she got back, but she really couldn’t help herself from a little bit of teasing when Marion made it so easy to begin with.

But that was a problem for later. Now, it was time to finally find out what she had been brought here to do.

She hoped the job description hadn’t been lying when it had promised the adventure of a lifetime.

#rêvant de toi #chapter 6 #colp #cityoflove #vincent karm #cityofloveparis #mcxvincent #vincent x mc #soulmate au

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coolvieilledentelle · 3 months

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Il viendra ce moment étrange où nous serons, enfin seuls , tous les deux les années que l’on engrange feront de nous, de jolis vieux!

Seras-tu entreprenant comme au bon vieux temps? ou fatigué de marcher, de porter les ans avanceras-tu clopin- clopan? le regard lumineux, et tant d’amour dedans

Serai-je coquette, fière ,bavarde? ou affalée comme une vieille dame affublée d’une écharpe crochetée en gris blanc et d’un vieux manteau extravagant?

Il arrivera ce moment de vie ou tu m’auras pour toi tout seul ou tu tiendras ma main, épris t’appuyant tendrement sur mon fauteuil

Aurai-je encore cette lueur amoureuse cette façon impudique de me coller à toi alors que le temps aura déja sur moi graver les empreintes d’une vieillesse houleuse?

Serons nous timides comme des adolescents lorsque nous serons deux, amoureusement a s’étendre sur notre couche,l e soir tombant rêvant a nos étreintes de jeunes amants?

Nous parviendrons au bout de la vie mon coeur accroché au tien! Ne me laisse pas à mi chemin Nous avons promis c’est pour la vie!

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nemosisworld · 7 months

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Toi c’est un mot Toi c’est une voix Toi c’est tes yeux et c’est ma joie

Toi c’est si beau Toi c’est pour moi Toi c’est bien là et je n’y crois

Toi c’est soleil Toi c’est printemps Toi c’est merveille de chaque instant

Toi c’est présent Toi c’est bonheur Toi c’est arc-en-ciel dans mon cœur

Toi c’est distant… Toi c’est changeant… Toi c’est rêvant et esquivant…

Toi c’est pensant… Toi c’est taisant… Toi c’est tristesse qui me prend…

Toi c’est fini. Fini ? Pourquoi ? Toi c’est le vide dans mes bras… Toi c’est mon soleil qui s’en va… Et moi, je reste, pleurant tout bas.

— Esther Granek

Ph. Jone Reed

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lisaalmeida · 4 months

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Le soleil qui court sur le monde

J’en suis certain comme de toi

Le soleil met la terre au monde

Un sourire au-dessus des nuits

Sur le visage dépouillé

D’une dormeuse rêvant d’aube

Le grand mystère du plaisir

Cet étrange tournoi de brumes

Qui nous enlève ciel et terre

Mais qui nous laisse l’un à l’autre

Faits l’un pour l’autre à tout jamais

Ô toi que j’arrache à l’oubli

Ô toi que j’ai voulu heureuse.

- Paul Éluard, Aube

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pleasecallmealsip · 4 months

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my translation (fr -> chn) of a poem

LOUISE MICHEL, a poem titled "Saint-Just" (1861), after the Archangel.

Source：

Daniel Armogathe and Marion Piper, A Travers la Vie et la Mort (Paris : Maspero, 1982)

路易治•米雪尔（1830-1905），代号“安灼拉”，教师、作家、巴黎公社的一员。米雪尔写了一辈子，从小说到散文到诗歌都写，从1871年一直写到了第一次俄囯起义前夕。

《圣茹斯特》这首诗，写在米雪尔三十岁，尚未组入公社时。

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Louise Michel, Janvier 1861 :

Saint-Just

圣茹斯特

Ombre d'un citoyen, Saint-Just, je te salue !

Viens, frère, parle-moi : l'heure est-elle venue ?

Les Pharaons vont-ils tomber ?

Vois-tu, souvent la nuit, quand l'horizon est sombre,

Je m'en vais en rêvant, et près de moi ton ombre

Se dresse et semble me parler.

一道公民的影子，圣茹斯特，你好哇！

来，兄弟，来告诉我：是那一刻已经到了？

那些法老可要倾覆？

你看，往往在夜晚，地平线暗淡之时，

我做着梦走出来，而我身旁你魂识

出现，似要与我倾诉。

Et nous allons tous deux, moi dans l'ombre indécise,

Toi dans l'éternité ; nous allons, et la bise

Pleure les morts et les proscrits.

Et tout ce qui jadis éblouissait le monde,

La liberté, l'honneur, semble dormir sous l'onde.

Le silence même a des cris.

我们两人一起走，我在犹豫的影中，

你在永恒里：我们走着，干冷的北风

为死者和流民哭号。

而往日中一切曾让世界眩晕之物，

自由，光荣，仿佛都睡在水波的底部。

静寂自有他的绝叫。

Une immense hécatombe, un sépulcre, un repaire,

Voilà ce qu'ils ont fait de la patrie, ô frère.

L'aigle a fondu de son rocher,

Les chacals ont rampé, l'hyène immonde est venue

Et l'on ne voit plus rien sur terre et dans la nue,

L'avenir peut-il abdiquer ?

屠戮一场、坟一座、窝巢一处供藏匿，

他们就把祖囯做成了这样，噢，兄弟。

老鹰弃巨石而飞扑，

豺狼已汹汹横行，肮脏的鬣狗来袭，

从地上到云中再无人能看得明晰，

未来难道可以屈服？

Vois ce qu'ils ont, ces loups, fait de la République ?

Ce peuple au cœur ardent, ce peuple magnifique

Prend pour maître un aventurier ;

Il ne s'éveille plus au bruit de son histoire,

Même sous le fouet ; c'est à ne pas y croire,

Sa honte est à terrifier.

你可看到这狼群对共和囯的所为？

这人民心怀热诚，这人民美丽宏伟

奉投机者为其主宰；

他们不再苏醒于他们历史的声势，

即使备受鞭打；这真让人匪夷所思，

这羞耻该叫人惊骇。

Oh ! Du moins, autrefois, dans vos luttes sanglantes,

Le cœur battait à l'aise, et des ailes géantes

Emportaient votre esprit en haut ;

On pouvait, en mourant sur la place publique,

Crier de l'échafaud : « Vive la République ! »

Oh ! C'était grand et c'était beau !

噢！至少，在从前，你们血腥的战斗里，

心自在地跳动着，有那巨大的羽翼

撑起精神向高处飞；

你们最后上广场赴死时也仍然会

在行刑的高台上疾呼：“共和囯万岁！”

噢！何等雄壮、何等美！

Aujourd'hui, tout se tait ; on entasse dans l'ombre,

Pour qu'ils ne parlent plus, des prisonniers sans nombre,

Car la mort ferait trop de bruit.

Et quand on voit parfois que cette agonisante

Qu'on appelle la France a murmuré, mourante,

Un soupir dans l'affreuse nuit ;

而今天，万物失声；没有编号的囚犯

被挤在阴影里，为教他们不再交谈，

因为死亡震耳欲聋。

当有时我们看见这引人哀惧的

名叫法兰西的将死之人低语着，

叹息在可怕的夜中；

Quand elle a tressailli de honte ou de colère,

L'homme qui la soumet, horrible bestiaire,

Sur elle étend son hideux bras !

Et nous souffrons cela ! Ce néant nous domine !

Le nain pour piédestal a pris une colline

Et nous le regardons d'en bas.

当她因羞耻或因愠怒而瑟瑟发抖，

那迫使她屈服的男人，卑鄙的猛兽，

丑陋的手臂掠过她！

而我们为此受难！这虚无占据我们

侏儒*拿小丘垫脚，自当是坛上的神

我们从下方观望他。

[*侏儒：拿破仑三世。]

Oh ! Vous nous méprisez, vous, ombres magnanimes,

Qui donniez, frémissants de vos désirs sublimes,

Jusqu'à la bonté de vos cœurs.

Vous qui saviez briser dans le fond de vos âmes

Toute faiblesse humaine et qu'on traitait d'infâmes,

Effrayants et saints éclaireurs !

噢！你们厌弃我们，你们，宽仁的影子，

在崇高的期冀中振颤，你们行恩赐

直至献出心底的善。

你们知道如何在你们的灵魂深处

突破一切人性之弱，声名却遭污辱，

可畏而神圣的哨探！

Oh ! Vous étiez bien purs, quoique étant implacables,

Et vous étiez bien grands, apôtres formidables

De l'auguste fraternité,

Or, tandis que mes yeux se remplissaient de larmes,

Une nuit, j'entendis comme un lointain bruit d'armes

Dans le silence répété.

噢！你们如此纯洁，虽也无情顽固，

你们是如此高大，引人敬畏的圣徒，

怀抱着庄严的博爱，

而如今，恰当我双眼被清泪所充盈，

有一夜，却听到了刀枪在远处争鸣，

响彻这单调的静态。

C'étaient eux ! Les géants, les terribles archanges

Qui pour ouvrir la route ont mis dans leurs phalanges

La mort, comme on met un faucheur.

C'étaient eux qui, le cœur saignant sur la victime,

Frappaient le souverain, montrant de loin l'abîme

Aux rois livides de frayeur.

是他们！那些巨人和恐怖的大天使，

他们为开辟道路而在方阵间设置

死亡，像设置镰刀兵。

是他们，心脏在受害者上滴血涓涓，

一边打倒了君主，遥指无底的深渊

吓得诸王面色铁青。

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Comme je regardais cette cohorte sombre,

Un d'eux, s'en détachant, vint près de moi dans l'ombre

Et me tendit ses pâles mains,

Comme les donne un frère après les jours d'absence,

Et je lus dans son âme, au milieu du silence,

L'arrêt terrible des destins.

正当我注视着这黑暗中的一大伙，

其中一位出了列，在阴影中走近我，

苍白的手向我伸出，

像几天前离家，刚回来的兄弟那样，

我从他魂中读到，在寂静的正中央，

命运的恐怖判決书。

Tous deux nous paraissions à peu près du même âge,

Et soit que ce fût l'âme, ou l'air, ou le visage,

Ses traits étaient pareils aux miens.

Et Saint-Just me disait dans la langue éternelle,

« Entends-tu, dans la nuit, cette voix qui t'appelle,

Écoute, l'heure sonne, viens ! »

我们两个人看上去似乎年龄相仿，

而无论是灵魂，还是气质，还是面庞，

我们属同类、站同排。

圣茹斯特用永恒的语言对我说道：

“你可听见，夜深时，这嗓音向你呼叫？

听着，是时候了，快来！”

※

铝硅磷法译中共和历二百三十二年霜月芦苇日。

note:

Entendre这个词的本义是注意到一件事，更源头的意思是物件延展它的跨度，与它同源(都来自古法语)的是英文的intend。英译这首诗的时候，entendre也许可以被译为hearken。

米雪尔从诗的开头到此处所说的话都有可能是（那些被）圣茹斯特（所代表的革命者们）在说，而不是诗人自己在说。

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transparentgentlemenmarker · 1 year

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"On parle souvent de l’enchantement des livres. On ne dit pas assez qu’il est double. Il y a l’enchantement de les lire, et il y a celui d’en parler. Tout le charme (...) c’est qu’on lit les histoires contées tout en rêvant d’autres livres encore, inventés, rêvés, fantasmagoriques. Et l’on a, l’espace de quelques pages, les deux enchantements à la fois. (...) Tu es avec une étrangère, elle te demande ce que tu es en train de lire, ou bien c’est toi qui le lui demandes, et si vous appartenez l’un et l’autre à l’univers de ceux qui lisent, vous êtes déjà sur le point d’entrer, la main dans la main, dans un paradis partagé. Un livre appelant l’autre, vous connaîtrez ensemble des exploits, des émotions, des idées, des styles, des espérances."

Amin Maalouf

#livres

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morphinedoutretombe · 11 months

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J'ai cessé de te croire il y a bien longtemps... Je sais que tu débites autant de mensonges que ton absence... Aimer à distance en étant proche l'un de l'autre... Tu vois tout était déjà écrit... Tu mens plus que tu respires... Et c'est moi qui ne fait aucun effort... Non, j'ai juste compris que j' espérais dans le vide... Même si tu me manques... Tant pis... Vaut mieux briser mon coeur avant de ne plus en avoir... Comme ma vie... Rien n'est à sauver... Car elle est piégée... Sous l'emprise du mal... Il n'a pas de nom... Je suis mon propre ennemi... Je n'ai plus de haine envers toi... Pour moi, tu es tout simplement mort... Invisible et impossible à saisir... Comme un esprit qui ne répond jamais à mes appels... Mon âme t'envie parfois... Rêvant de s' échapper par tous les pores de ma peau... Tel un ange je voudrais seulement m'envoler vers un monde meilleur...

#morphine #texte

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tournevole · 1 year

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Toi Toi c’est un mot Toi c’est une voix Toi c’est tes yeux et c’est ma joie Toi c’est si beau Toi c’est pour moi Toi c’est bien là et je n’y crois Toi c’est soleil Toi c’est printemps Toi c’est merveille de chaque instant Toi c’est présent Toi c’est bonheur Toi c’est arc-en-ciel dans mon cœur Toi c’est distant… Toi c’est changeant… Toi c’est rêvant et esquivant… Toi c’est pensant… Toi c’est taisant… Toi c’est tristesse qui me prend… Toi c’est fini. Fini ? Pourquoi ? Toi c’est le vide dans mes bras… Toi c’est mon soleil qui s’en va… Et moi, je reste, pleurant tout bas.

Esther Granek, extrait de Portraits et chansons sans retouches – 1976

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for-old-tiimes-sake · 10 months

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Two hearts, one valve

Deux cœurs, une valve

Pumpin' the blood, we were the flood

Qui pompe le sang, nous étions le déluge

We were the body and

Nous étions le corps et

Two lives, one life

Deux vies, une vie

Stickin' it out, lettin' you down

Qui ressort, qui te déçoit

Makin' it right

Qui arrange les choses

Seasons, they will change

Les saisons changeront

Life will make you grow

La vie te fera grandir

Change will make you cry, cry, cry

Les changement te feront pleurer

Everything is temporary

Tout est temporaire

Everything will slide

Tout glissera

Love will never die, die, die

L'amour ne mourra jamais

I know that

Je sais que

Ooh, birds fly in every directions

Les oiseaux volent dans toutes les directions

Ooh, I hope to see you again

J'espère te revoir

Sunsets, sunrises

Des couchers de soleil, des levers de soleils

Livin' the dream, watchin' the leaves

Je vis un rêve, je regarde les feuilles

Changin' the seasons

Qui changent les saisons

Some nights I think of you

Certaines nuits, je pense à toi

Relivin' the past, wishin' it'd last

Je revis le passé, en ayant souhaité qu'il dure

Wishin' and dreamin'

En souhaitant et rêvant

Seasons, they will change

Les saisons changeront

Life will make you grow

La vie te fera grandir

Death can make you hard, hard, hard

La mort peut te rendre dur

Everything is temporary

Tout est temporaire

Everything will slide

Tout glissera

Love will never die, die, die

L'amour ne mourra jamais

I know that

Je sais que

Ooh, birds fly in every directions

Les oiseaux volent dans toutes les directions

Ooh, I hope to see you again

J'espère te revoir

Ooh, birds fly in every directions

Les oiseaux volent dans toutes les directions

Ooh, so fly high, so fly high

Donc vole haut, vole haut

When the moon is lookin' dark

Quand la lune a l'air sombre

Shine that light up for your ground

Illumine le sol de ta lumière

I'm flyin' up to let you see

Je m'envole pour te laisser voir

That the shadow cast is me

Que l'ombre projetée vient de moi

I know that

Je sais que

Ooh, birds fly in every directions

Les oiseaux volent dans toutes les directions

Ooh, I hope to see you again

J'espère te revoir

Ooh, birds fly in every directions

Les oiseaux volent dans toutes les directions

Ooh, so fly high, so fly high

Donc vole haut, vole haut

Ooh, so fly high, so fly high

Donc vole haut, vole haut

Ooh, so fly high, so fly high

Donc vole haut, vole haut

#Spotify

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luttmnbt · 1 year

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Une lettre pour toi : à mon Kirby D’amour que j’aimais tant

Apres avoir goutter tous les genres de déceptions je n’ai toujours pas tourner la page. je ressens tous les jours ton âme à coté de moi, du réveil au coucher. J’ai appris à vivre avec, je te tiens souvent la main avant de dormir. Je commence à oublier à quoi tes formes ressemblent, à quoi ta voix sonne dans ma tète. Si je t’écris aujourd’hui et pas hier ou demain c’est que j’ai compris des choses à l’instant. Je t’épargne par qui ou quoi mais je commence à comprendre. Je garde en moi ta partie la plus pur. Elle n’ira nul part, et restera à tout jamais avec moi. je la chéris du plus profond de mon cœur et de mon âme. Il est temps de prendre soin de moi. Je me suis négligeais énormément quand t’es parti c’étais une façons de m’automutiler après t’avoir perdu. Comme je te l’ai promis à partir d’aujourd’hui je prendrai soin de moi comme si c’étais toi.

Des fois je me réveil en pleine nuit rêvant de toi et je me demande si je devrai t’appeler te dire à quel point tu me manques à quel point je pense toujours à toi à quel point ma vie n’a aucun sens ni gout sans toi. Puis je pense à toi, la vie que tu as choisis, et à quel point je ne sais plus rien de toi et tous ce que tu m’as dit à propos de nous.

J’espère que tu es heureuse et que tu le seras longtemps. J’espère que tu trouveras tous ce que tu veux. Et ce que j’espère par dessus tous c’est que tu te couvres le soir et que tu prends soin de toi.

I miss you and i will always love you. Take good care of yourself.

Your sweet big Bear.

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parisianprinceling · 2 years

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Rêvant de Toi V - Incertitude

(On AO3)

After dinner, Isabelle and Vincent relocate to discuss in the living room and conversation turns to more serious topics.

(ps. they kiss >:) )

Although she had originally harbored some doubts about the valet’s skills in the kitchen–careful driving certainly wasn’t a prerequisite for understanding gastronomy–dinner had been excellent, but she shouldn’t have expected anything less than mastery from anyone that worked for her soulmate.

His hatred of mediocrity was, of course, well known. She knew that personally.

Along with the delicious meal, her anxiety about having dinner with him in such an intimate location vanished alongside a few glasses of wine and an easy conversation of infinite topics. True to the atmosphere, they had avoided any conversational landmines, focusing instead on more trivial things such as hobbies and interests, both of them curious enough about the other to inquire about their tastes and dislikes without needing to jump to the more serious topics that had arisen during the car ride earlier that day. The awkward silences she had been fearing never came, and she supposed that though perhaps they simply enjoyed one another's company, the two bottles of wine they had broken into throughout the evening certainly helped, both of their tongues loosened slightly from the pretenses of small talk and amicable conversation.

She had looked up many times throughout dinner to find green eyes trained on her, intense but not cold, as if he wanted nothing more than to sit and listen to her all night–odd, as she gathered he wasn’t the type of person who liked to sit still and stay quiet. At times, she found it frightening, to have his company entirely to herself, to have a man of his caliber devote not only his time but his focus to her, his phone forgotten on the kitchen counter long before they had even sat down to eat. Still, there was something in his gaze that drew her in, and she couldn’t help but feel like a moth running to the flame, wondering just how dangerous it would be for her to try and get closer to the man who, by all accounts, was as equally despised as he was admired, who seemed to radiate enough confidence and power to take control of any situation he chose to focus on at any time.

She simply didn’t know him well enough to make any decisions yet, a fact that only weighed heavier on her shoulders as the undeniable feeling of a ticking clock followed their interactions, instilling a sense of dread in her that she couldn’t entirely blame on her anxieties about his feelings towards her.

Something else was hanging in the balance, something dire that was eating away at the back of her thoughts. She just couldn't put her finger on what it was.

Regardless, she decided to try and make what she could of the night, meeting his quips and questions with comfortable responses and genuine laughs, far too focused on her quest to get to know him better to worry about anything else that could be approaching.

After dinner, they had found their way back into the living room, settling onto the couch, wine glasses still in hand as Eugene set out a tray of small desserts on the table, parting once more with a permanent promise of solitude for the rest of the night. She almost wanted to scold him at the insinuation, but she couldn’t deny that she was more at ease being alone with him without the presence of someone else hovering nearby. It gave her the opportunity to bring up topics she wouldn’t have mentioned in front of the valet. Trustworthy though he was, she would have preferred that some things stay between the two of them, especially when it pertained to the nature of their relationship–if she could even call it that–as a whole.

She sat, her feet tucked beneath her as she studied the goodies on the tray, singling out a single petit four and raising it to her mouth, savoring the taste with closed eyes and another appreciative hum, a habit her companion had quickly taken note of whenever a particular taste seemed to please her.

“Is there anything Eugene can’t do?” she questioned, raising her eyebrows and glancing back over to the man beside her who was currently watching her with an amused glance, clearly tickled at the way she always seemed to appreciate her food. “How in the world did you find someone like him?”

He studied her for another moment with an entertained smile before raising his wine glass to his lips and finishing off the remainder of the liquid inside.

“He wasn’t always so competent, but he’s a quick learner,” he started, setting his glass onto the table as he took his turn looking over the tray in front of them. “I scouted him out of university. We were both younger then and eager to impress. It was a natural fit at the time, and it’s been that way ever since.”

He settled on his own choice before turning his attention back to her, watching as she tilted her head in curiosity.

“He’s steadfast,” she concluded, her eyes meeting his once more as she pressed. “You value loyalty highly then, given Esteban and Eugene. I imagine it can be hard to come by in your type of business.”

He paused before nodding with appraisal at her hypothesis. He often found the meddling aspect of journalists aggravating, trying desperately to claw down his walls and make conclusions about his life, but for some reason her curiosity didn’t bother him, to an extent, that was. He wanted her to ask questions, for her to learn more about the man he kept locked in behind the facade, but he wasn’t sure how to do that without scaring her off yet. Many often found his personality unpalatable, and as confident as he was, even he knew that not everyone could handle his particular brand of intensity and ruthlessness, a thought that put just the slightest amount of unexplainable fear in his heart when he thought of how the woman sitting next to him might react when exposed to who he really was, who he could be.

“It’s something I admire, but it’s also a necessity,” he sat back, making himself more comfortable against the cushions of the couch but maintaining his posture nonetheless. “I learned early on to be cautious, Miss Prince. Trust is easily broken and impossible to repair. Loyalty is a rare trait.”

Studying his face, which was momentarily hardened by their topic of conversation, she wondered if he had always been so calculating. It was obvious that he had been hurt before, but the shift in his voice indicated that it was something personal, not just a negotiation gone wrong, though she didn’t think it was her place to pry. His tone was final, he wasn’t going to discuss whatever this was any further tonight.

She nodded in understanding but didn’t give a response, sensing that he wasn’t searching for one. His explanation was a courtesy given because she was his soulmate, but that didn’t mean she was going to get anything more out of him without potentially triggering his fury–another trait she had gathered in the countless rumors supplied to her by Marion. Given his reputed short-fuse and lack of patience, she was happy that she had gotten an explanation at all, at least that meant he was trying to open up more, for her, and the prospect of that fulfilled any worries she had for the time being.

Sensing a break in the conversation, she turned back to the tray, seeking out another treat to give her mouth something to do rather than talk for the moment being. Settling on another petit four, she reached out, freezing as a warm hand gently grasped her wrist inches away from the dessert. Frowning, she glanced back at him in confusion, but found his expression impassive, his eyes focused intensely on hers.

“Not that one,” he looked back towards the tray, guiding her hand to a small glass adored with a tiny spoon before letting go. “Try this one instead.”

She watched him cautiously for another moment, questioning his motives, before turning back to the tray and picking up the dessert he had guided her to. She studied the small carafe for a moment before realizing it was some kind of chocolate mousse, decadent without the need for a garnish.

She lifted the spoon to her mouth and closed her eyes, savoring the flavor like she had for everything else. It was rich and creamy, the chocolate genuine and smooth, just the way that it was meant to be made. She caught a note of brandy as she swallowed, the familiar warmth of liquor grounding her without burning her throat on the way down. The flavors were more precise than they were in the other desserts, more practiced. The valet had clearly taken the time to perfect this dish, outshining the others even though not a single one could be described as anything other than magnificent. That he focused so much on this one dessert and Vincent’s reaction…she wondered…

“That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

Her gaze met his once more, earnest yet inquizitive, seeking out proof of her deduction. He watched her, a hint of approval flickering in his otherwise amused expression, gone so quickly she doubted if she had even seen it at all.

“Is it that obvious?”

She laughed softly, tapping the glass with the spoon before elaborating, “It has the most distinct flavor profile out of the bunch. Either Eugene has made it so many times that he’s gotten it down perfectly, or you’ve requested his special attention when preparing it. In either case, you’re the one requesting it,” she hummed, taking another bite of the dessert and continuing, “Though your insistence on me trying it was really the dead giveaway.”

She glanced over to find him watching her with wide green eyes, an almost innocent expression gracing his features as he ran through her thought process in his own head, the tips of his ears flushing pink momentarily at the realization of how easy it had been for her to read his preferences from a single taste. He blinked and swallowed, quickly easing back into his signature confident smirk in an attempt to gain control back over the conversation.

“Well you had been ignoring it all night. I couldn’t possibly let you leave without trying the best thing on the tray,” he stated pointedly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well then allow me to return the favor.”

She grinned softly, and without hesitation, lifted the spoon up to his mouth, meeting his eyes with a challenging gaze, not so willing to give up the upper hand as he thought she would be.

He stared at the spoon for a moment, unsure of what to do until he recalled just how easily flustered she had been earlier that night at a single compliment. Now here she was, practically feeding him, and he intended to play the game just as she intended it.

He leaned forward slowly, and without breaking eye contact, took the spoon into his mouth as she had moments before, savoring the flavor and swallowing before pulling away, his attention never leaving her.

Her cheeks went pink almost immediately as she froze, holding the spoon out into the open air ever after he had cleaned it of its contents. After a moment, she was able to blink, and she looked away quickly, setting the half-eaten dessert back on the tray in order to avoid his direct eye contact. She was almost…cute–if he would have even used a word like that to describe her. He couldn’t stop his hand from reaching out, gently guiding her face back towards him so he could look at her once more, this time with a much softer expression than before.

Still flushed, she met his gaze, but didn’t pull away, enjoying the feeling of his warm hand against her face as it rose, brushing a stray tendril of hair back from her face before tracing her jaw lightly.

She leant instinctively into his touch, her own hand rising to rest against his as it settled against her cheek. She studied his face with uncertainty, unsure of how to act, unsure of how she should be acting in a situation like this.

“Vincent…” she whispered softly, her gaze falling wordlessly to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “We need to discuss…this…whatever this is…” she sighed, closing her eyes as her thumb gently ran along the back of his hand. “This is great and all, but I can’t get involved in something if I don’t know what rules we’re playing by…”

Her eyes opened again, gazing into his with an intensity that rivaled his own at the worst of times. He knew that this was serious, that they needed to stop and think before doing anything else, but in the moment, he had no uncertainty. He was certain. Certain that he wanted to spend more time with her. Certain that he wanted to get to know her. Certain that he wanted to kiss her. He couldn’t think of a single objection to seeing this through, his mind overrun with too many thoughts of her, of possibilities with her, to even reason logically.

He leaned in softly, his free hand winding its way around her and resting against the small of her back, pulling her in just tight enough to bring them together but not too tight that she couldn’t get away if she wanted to.

“Je te veux. Je ne veux rien d’autre que toi, ma chérie,” he whispered back, gazing back at her with a sincerity and a vulnerability he hadn’t known in a long time.

She didn’t know if it was the wine still running through her veins or the proximity between them that was swaying her, but she soon found herself equally unable to care about an actual discussion, her thoughts suddenly overtaken by the man in front of her as he declared his desire for her. She sighed, leaning her body into him, both of them caught in a wave of fate that felt much too similar to their interactions within their dreams. He studied her face again, his eyes focusing on her lips, murmuring as his thumb brushed against them softly.

“Pourrais-je…?”

She couldn’t even get out a response, her body moving faster than her mind as her lips found his, softly at first before she met him with another, her lips parting slightly as he took the kiss deeper, his grip on her waist tightening and pulling her in closer. It went on for what felt like hours, her arms moving up to snake around his neck, one hand entwining softly with the hair at the back of his head. Finally though, once the air between them had long since run out, they separated, a mess of heavy breath and pounding hearts, refusing to pull their bodies apart even though they desperately needed air.

After a moment, she felt him let out a shaky breath, his hold on her relaxing a little as he pried his eyes open, holding her gaze with an indescribable expression, his green eyes searching for something.

“I… I can’t imagine not pursuing this further,” his hand rose back up to her face, stroking her cheek softly. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t function properly anymore without thinking about you,” he murmured, his eyes falling back to her lips as he trailed off. “I thought…it would stop… after I met you…but it's never ending.”

She knew he wasn’t lying. Ever since she'd met him, her dreams had only gotten worse–more realistic than ever and absolutely captivating. She could still remember how she felt in those dreams, the way her heart raced when he touched her or the way her body reacted to him as he moved closer, it consumed her entirely, even during the waking hours of the day.

Fighting it only seemed to make it worse, but did they really have no choice over their own fate?

“Then why try and avoid it,” she whispered, leaning in and brushing her nose with his. “Let’s just see where it takes us.”

She smiled, softly pressing her lips to his once more, and he responded in kind, cupping her face while his other hand traced lazy circles down her arm. She shivered softly, leaning in to him as she toyed with the silk of his tie. He pulled away for a moment and she could see the gears in his head turning as he thought of a response before he seemingly thought better of it, kissing her once more as if confirming her offer, letting himself give in to whatever was unfolding ahead of them, simply unable to stop himself as they kissed, the proximity to her doing more to his constitution than a glass of wine ever had.

Their agreement, though not unspoken, was made, lost away within the many kisses of the night as they craved the others company, sure that they should both be more restrained on the matter but unable to care long enough to pull themselves apart.

It seemed that fate had other plans for them, they just had to wait to find out exactly what they were.

#rêvant de toi #vincent karm #colp #cityoflove #cityofloveparis #vincentkarm #mcxvincent #vincent x mc #au #soulmate au #soulmates!

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