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OOC;

This is the post that's been due for quite some time now.

I'm sorry to inform you all that this blog is now currently inactive. Due to a series of events in February, I feel as though I have lost the ability to write Francis efficiently enough to roleplay him anymore. I'm afraid that there isn't anything anyone can say to convince me to stay.

I would like to thank all of you for being so kind and patient with me, you have all truly made this a memorable experience for me. There of some of you whom I will not forget and will remember with fondness.

Again, thank you so much for sticking around for my brief yet extraordinary time roleplaying as Francis Bonnefoy.

Should anyone wish to contact me, you can message me on my personal account on Tumblr (the link is on my blog). I'm always around if anyone wants to catch up.

I'm going to miss you all.

Lucy (aka troispetitsbisous)

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Francis nipped once at her neck and then kissed it when he left a temporary mark. The hand still on her hip slid down to grasp at her thigh, lifting it upwards in somewhat of a teasing manner. He grinned a little, pleased with the reaction he was getting. He kissed at her shoulder before returning his focus to her face so that he could see her eyes.

"Hmm..." he hummed, pecking her quickly. "Avec tout mon coeur," he continued. Francis gazed at her for a few moments before leaning in yet again for another kiss.

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The Frenchman purred in amusement and leaned down to her, feeling increasingly more confident by the second. He nipped at her earlobe gently.

“Nous faisons l’amour,” he replied, just as softly as she had whispered before he re-captured her lips with his. His hands came to rest on her hips.

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Shield of Henry II of France, 1555

The Metropolitan Museum of Art 

“The battle scene at the center depicts the victory of Hannibal and the Carthaginians over the Romans at Cannae in 216 B.C., an allusion to the struggle of France against the armies of the Holy Roman Empire during the sixteenth century. In the strapwork borders are the intertwined letters “H” for Henry II (r. 1547–59); “C” for Catherine de Médicis, his queen; and “D” for Diane de Poitiers, his mistress. Interspersed with the initials are crescents, the king’s personal badge and a reference to the moon goddess Diana and her namesake Diane de Poitiers.”

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World War I propaganda balloons on Flickr.

Two photos of Allied soldiers preparing balloons to drop propaganda behind German lines during World War I. The balloon in the top picture carried copies of a speech by President Woodrow Wilson advocating war against Austria-Hungary. The bottom photo shows French troops preparing their own propaganda balloon.

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Francis was slow with her, careful not to scratch his beard across her soft skin. His fingers tangled in her long hair, stroking the nape of her neck and the back of her head. He began to descend lower, kissing at her neck, taking his time to do so.

"J'ai te manqué," he said yet again against the tan of her skin, enjoying the sweet scent of her perfume and sweat (from the sun, presumably).

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The Frenchman purred in amusement and leaned down to her, feeling increasingly more confident by the second. He nipped at her earlobe gently.

“Nous faisons l’amour,” he replied, just as softly as she had whispered before he re-captured her lips with his. His hands came to rest on her hips.

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The Frenchman purred in amusement and leaned down to her, feeling increasingly more confident by the second. He nipped at her earlobe gently.

"Nous faisons l'amour," he replied, just as softly as she had whispered before he re-captured her lips with his. His hands came to rest on her hips.

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Francis was surprised, to say the least, by the kiss. It didn’t prevent him, however, from returning the kiss with an equal amount of passion. He slid his arms around her waist again, holding her close. For some reason, he felt inexplicably nervous. This was what he was known for, what he was good at and yet he was anxious about it. Hopefully he would get over it soon enough so that he could regain his usual prowess in such activities.

He broke the kiss and re-took her hand, giving it a gentle tug as he turned towards the building he’d seen her come out from.

“What number is your room, mon amour?”

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Francis quirked an eyebrow, but carried out her instructions, having allowed himself to be led by her. He reached for her as she slid out of his grasp, missing her touch. But soon enough, he found himself returning her smirk.

"Alors... viens ici," he gestured for her to come closer.

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Francis was surprised, to say the least, by the kiss. It didn’t prevent him, however, from returning the kiss with an equal amount of passion. He slid his arms around her waist again, holding her close. For some reason, he felt inexplicably nervous. This was what he was known for, what he was good at and yet he was anxious about it. Hopefully he would get over it soon enough so that he could regain his usual prowess in such activities.

He broke the kiss and re-took her hand, giving it a gentle tug as he turned towards the building he’d seen her come out from.

“What number is your room, mon amour?”

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Francis was surprised, to say the least, by the kiss. It didn't prevent him, however, from returning the kiss with an equal amount of passion. He slid his arms around her waist again, holding her close. For some reason, he felt inexplicably nervous. This was what he was known for, what he was good at and yet he was anxious about it. Hopefully he would get over it soon enough so that he could regain his usual prowess in such activities.

He broke the kiss and re-took her hand, giving it a gentle tug as he turned towards the building he'd seen her come out from.

"What number is your room, mon amour?"

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Francis craddled her to his chest, enjoying the simplicity of their closeness despite how hot it was. He pecked the top of her head, arms still encircling her. He sighed softly, continuing to ignore the stares that they were getting from passers-by. Although, he would have preferred to be somewhere more private, anyway.

“I could show you…?” he murmured, propositioning her for the first time. He realised that it wasn’t exactly ‘romantic’ but they had been on so many dates, gone to so many places and he just physically felt as though he wasn’t expressing himself or his feelings well enough.

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Francis flushed a little, realising how it must have sounded. He cleared his throat, looking down at the ground for a few seconds before up at her again.

"Désolé. That was... uncouth. Let's go and get some coffee, mm?" he smiled, somewhat nervously. He felt bad for the flicker of fear he'd seen in her eyes. He reached and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Unless you have somewhere that you have to be, mon amour?"

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Francis craddled her to his chest, enjoying the simplicity of their closeness despite how hot it was. He pecked the top of her head, arms still encircling her. He sighed softly, continuing to ignore the stares that they were getting from passers-by. Although, he would have preferred to be somewhere more private, anyway.

“I could show you…?” he murmured, propositioning her for the first time. He realised that it wasn’t exactly ‘romantic’ but they had been on so many dates, gone to so many places and he just physically felt as though he wasn’t expressing himself or his feelings well enough.

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"I can imagine... being on the beach at Christmas must have been quite amazing, uh?" Francis mused, taking a long drink from his coffee (which had cooled down considerably). "I bet that when you went home, you had lovely golden skin, oui? Angelique thinks that I do not get enough sunlight," he looked idly down at his hands, noting their paleness... at least he wasn't as pale as Arthur.

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“À la française,” Francis beamed. “She makes me proud… but I am glad that you are both doing well. You have been together for quite some time now. I am impressed,” and a little surprised. “It would have been nice to visit at Christmas, if I could have… but I ended up being busy.” He wouldn’t mention that he’d visited Ivan, knowing that it probably wouldn’t bring any positive conversation from Alfred.

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Francis craddled her to his chest, enjoying the simplicity of their closeness despite how hot it was. He pecked the top of her head, arms still encircling her. He sighed softly, continuing to ignore the stares that they were getting from passers-by. Although, he would have preferred to be somewhere more private, anyway.

"I could show you...?" he murmured, propositioning her for the first time. He realised that it wasn't exactly 'romantic' but they had been on so many dates, gone to so many places and he just physically felt as though he wasn't expressing himself or his feelings well enough.

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He couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved as she kissed him back and so it triggered for him to be more passionate about it. He pulled her close, arms wrapped around her waist, a hand on the centre of her back to prevent her from pulling to far away when they would finally part. He didn’t care about anyone else around them - they could stare as much as they wanted to.

After a kiss that didn’t feel nearly long enough, Francis eventually had to break the kiss to breathe. He pressed his forehead to hers, as though he might go in for another.

“Lola,” he repeated, whispering.

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"À la française," Francis beamed. "She makes me proud... but I am glad that you are both doing well. You have been together for quite some time now. I am impressed," and a little surprised. "It would have been nice to visit at Christmas, if I could have... but I ended up being busy." He wouldn't mention that he'd visited Ivan, knowing that it probably wouldn't bring any positive conversation from Alfred.

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“Clearly you gave them the impression that you speak my language well, non?” Francis didn’t even bother to hide his smirk, purring with amusement. “Mais oui, we will meet closer to a monument next time.”

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “Creaking, no. I have been good, thank you. As good as a nation can be with an election going on… I am sure that you can empathise.”

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Francis cringed as he was punched (even though it didn't hurt). How typical of Alfred to hit him - he blamed Arthur entirely. No French child would lack such etiquette.

"I am sure that you do," he chuckled. "How is Angelique? I haven't seen her for a long time, either. You two haven't secretly married or anything, have you?" It had been months since he'd seen Angelique, which was awful considering that he was one of the fathers. "Et moi aussi... alors, I am glad taht you managed to find the time to visit."

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“Clearly you gave them the impression that you speak my language well, non?” Francis didn’t even bother to hide his smirk, purring with amusement. “Mais oui, we will meet closer to a monument next time.”

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “Creaking, no. I have been good, thank you. As good as a nation can be with an election going on… I am sure that you can empathise.”

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Non~! Avec Lola... not my hand.

My hands hurt...

Bien sûr.

I am in a relationship… I’ll leave it up to your imagination, uh?