#shitfuck whatever to keep this away from main tags

[grapeautumn]

François can be in the Moulin Rouge or otherwise stumbling down the Quartier Pigalle with this covetuous slip of a dress. She's a rake and roué, and it's the stretch after the turn of the century where she gets to play a bohemian again, perhaps in worser times. There's a cigarette holder he's turning between her fingers. Down her bared back are the gouges from all the trenches mud-choked after the war to end all wars. It's not the same here as it is in Berlin because Paris is the centre of the world. he made it so

I think he's very good with his can-can. Think he's an Elle. When he picks his dresses they're always flared or pleated because he has thin hips and it flatters her. I think françois could care less about anything besides her next cig and the next war she'll stake her claim into, gender is a performance and she's an artiste just as much as she's chevalier, soldier. Spearing fish in New France. Backhanding Vietnam's finest cup from her table because she tells him his own God turns from him in shame. He's a complex character that can hold many, many multitudes and she can be queer just as much as he is cruel.

OTL hope this clarifies things anon. Not posting ur thing since you were pretty rude