canetetienne

[canetetienne]

Where: Olivier's Appartment When: Early morning, after the awards afterparty @mrofontaine

In the dimly lit alleyways of London, Étienne moved stealthily like a caged beast, his veins coursing with a storm of fury. From the moment he found out about Lisette, with clenched his fists, he knew this rage was different, raw, untamed. It wasn't just the betrayal by Olivier that ignited the inferno within him; it was a culmination of every slight, every injustice Lisette would have to encounter in the grasp of the savage Russians.

His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat fueling the flames that consumed his soul. The memories of Frédo's guiding hand, the one who had shown him a path among the shadows, now felt like distant echoes drowned out by the need for vengeance. Étienne had always prided himself on his restraint, on his ability to channel his anger into calculated moves on the chessboard. But now, it was as if the floodgates had burst open, releasing a storm of wrath that threatened to engulf everything in its path.

Every step he took towards Olivier's apartment, sent tremors through his body, a testament to the turmoil raging within him. The air crackled with his volatile energy; his usually composed demeanor was replaced by a primal brutality, his eyes blazing with an intensity that bordered on madness.

Étienne knew that he was stumbling on the edge of oblivion, that the abyss of his rage threatened to consume him whole. But in that moment, as he stood knocking on his friend's (a term so loose in his mind in that moment) door, he welcomed the descent into darkness. For among the wreckage of his shattered restraint, lay the promise of retribution.

As the door to Olivier's apartment opened, a chilling silence hung in the air like a cloud. Without a word spoken, Étienne's fist exploded from the shadows, connecting with Olivier's jaw with a sickening thud. The force of the blow sent shockwaves rippling through the room, shattering any semblance of calm that remained.

He didn't give the man a chance to react as Étienne's vice-like grip seized him by the throat, his fingers digging into skin like steel. With a merciless shove, Étienne hurled Olivier backward, his back colliding with the unforgiving embrace of the wall, the relentless pressure bearing down on him.

"You were supposed to look after her." He finally said through his gritted teeth. "Not fuck around with a low-life Rutherford." His voice, low and gravelly, carried a chilling undertone of menace. "You take what's mine, so you look after them." He'd never forgive for what happened to Lisette, the mother of his child, the mother of his adopted children. As Étienne's fingers tightened their grip around Olivier's throat, each digit like an iron vice closing in, crushing the very breath from his lungs.

In that moment, Étienne loomed over him like a vengeful specter. It was a primal fury, untamed and unyielding, a force of nature unleashed upon the world with no remorse or restraint. There was little restraint left in him not to murder the man in front of him, little reasoning to forgive, yet his grip loosened slightly, albeit not fully.

"A promise to you, Olivier Fontaine. Anything that gets done to her, will be done to you." Étienne, a man of his word, always honored his promises with unwavering resolve, each vow etched in stone and bound by blood.

#;; olivier fontaine

[canetetienne]

@lismarstclair

"I'm coming to get him tomorrow at 6." He wanted to remind her it wasn't earlier. It was his turn for his child, and Étienne liked to have him own time with him.

#;; lisette st clair #;; event ; berkeleys afters #;; i dont even know what this is my brain barely works.

[canetetienne]

@laurent--stpierre

"I hear congratulations are in order." He caught onto the man, the one few moments he was free. "A father, a soon to be husband. I've always told you, you're going to get it all." He understood the times that the other dismissed the possibility; many of them did, Étienne included.

#;; cause besties share moments in happiness 2.0 #;; laurent st pierre #;; event ; berkeleys afters

[canetetienne]

The Frenchman nodded at the few people who passed by, before locking his eyes on Olivier. Now, it was Lambeth that Étienne looked after while Delphine was needed elsewhere, not Haringey. But the situation which happened, which Jean was taking care of, affected them all just the same. Now, the fact that one of their own, someone who was looking after the safety of one of his closest friends, was housing a Turk? And not just any, according to Étienne's intel, the woman was related to the man who had passed away. The other woman he did not care... However, he did not like the position his friend was putting himself into.

"I know you have a lot of heart to give... But have you thought all of this through?" His head pointed towards the two Turkish females. "Really thought it through."

Looking up from the shot he'd been about to throw back, he offered the few people he'd accumulated an apology before slipping away. "Sure thing, Ét. You good brother?" Olivier asked, a light buzz setting in. Thankfully.

#;; olivier fontaine #;; event ; berkeleys afters

[canetetienne]

@mrofontaine

"Olivier, a word?"

#;; olivier fontaine #;; event ; berkeleys afters

[canetetienne]

A chuckle left him at the memory of the play. It felt only as if he was watching it yesterday, the ridiculous scene unfold before him, yet still, the star of the show had been she. Cecelia was still the star in every space she occupied.

"I thought the aliens were a nice touch. Though I must say, back then I secretly hoped Mr Bingley would turn into a three-headed monster. Ah, a foolish man's hope." Yet, he zipped his lips with his hand, sending a wink her way.

"Now, I would love to discuss that set of skills of yours more in depth. I feel there's a story behind that smile and I very much doubt it would be even a fraction of my nightmares." His own were terrible, and he couldn't imagine Cece taking any role in that.

'I promise to only use them if absolutely necessary.'

Now that he certainly was looking forward to.

"Next week?" Étienne asked, arching his brow in question. "Now that is far too long. Don't you need any help with preparations?" He was sure he could find some time when it came to... The event.

With a smile directed at her, the Frenchman nodded, following up with the lines from the same play. "Why then, we are awake. Let’s follow him. And by the way let us recount our dreams."

Oh, he was a cheeky man.

To this day, she could vividly recall the moment she had shared with him: the time she portrayed a young Jane Bennet in a college adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. Of course it hadn't been anything as charming as the book. At the last minute, the director—some wannabe horror enthusiast—had decided to set the entire production in space, aboard a spacecraft heading to Mars. Now, Jane still had the affections of Mr. Bingley, but she also had to contend with the fact that the spacecraft was being overrun by hostile aliens. How romantic.

"You tell anyone else about that production... Well, let's just say, I have a particular set of skills. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you, Monsieur. But hey, don't worry, I promise to only use them if absolutely necessary." Winks.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you next week for our big Midsummer Night event then? It'll be a dream..." She paused, recalling a quote from her old English paper. "Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream”

#;; cecelia hathaway #;; event ; awards 2024 #;; pres

[canetetienne]

Chris Pine for Armani Code Colonia (2017)

#;; omg how did that get here??? #;; mirror

[canetetienne]

Just as quick as she came, Josie excused herself to speak to some other guest that she knew. Always a woman on the move, which Étienne had always admired.

"Ah, I am nothing compared to your beauty. You are something... May I say pure elegance? With only respect, I'd see you as a personage in a Jane Austen novel." The Frenchman grinned. "And I've always said - pink is my favourite colour."

Women like her always made his stay in London just that little bit better. "You can already have it open! I had to be away for some time in Paris, but it seemed I am needed here, and what better what to spend my evenings?" Étienne used Vixen not only for pleasure, he did like the atmosphere there too. Though certainly not to read.

"She really is truly alluring. And you Monsieur, you aren't too bad yourself tonight." She laughed; soft and gentle, before she leaned and kissed his cheek, and then again, and again. She had to make sure she'd got the right amount for his ancestral region. Though, she knew Étienne was kind enough not to completely shun her if she'd tripped up, "I swear you always know how to make my cheeks pinker than a nice Provence Rosé."

It had been quite some time since Étienne graced one of her tables. "You must enlighten me on what my Vixens and I need to do to reopen the VIP box for you," she insisted eagerly.

#;; YOU GET IT? ahahhaha #;; cecelia hathaway #;; event ; awards 2024

[canetetienne]

"Ah, but what kind of fall would it have to be?" He asked, amused at the conversation. "Would a graceful fall be enough? I tend to believe it is the truly horrible, the ones where there is a lot of laughter in a room that would stick in people's minds. And, of course, the eye of the camera."

"Perhaps, unless the goal is to create a memorable enough moment to last all the way to the 2025 awards. In which case, you'll never find a better audience for that."

#;; samar sehgal #;; event ; awards 2024 #;; pres

[canetetienne]

"You go ahead." Étienne laughed, simply shaking his head. "I prefer not being around cameras for this. I do have a reputation to uphold." Even if he was a soldier in London, his habits didn't just change because of some title. Besides, he meant it; he didn't like, in loose terms, letting it go in a setting which was more than threatening.

"Shut the fuck up," Théo laughed somewhere deep in the thick of his chest. One year. One year since she was taken from them; from him. "Take the shot, and quit being a pussy. Neither of our names are being called out on that stage tonight."

#;; théo chaussard #;; event ; awards 2024 #;; pres

[canetetienne]

@mobscene-starters

"I do believe the shots should come later. It's not a good look to be falling on your face once they shout out your name."

#mobstarter #;; event ; awards 2024 #;; pres

[canetetienne]

Étienne glanced at Joséphine and gave an approving nod. "Josy never does anything half, I must say." In turn, the woman leaned in to kiss Cecelia on the cheek. "It is a wonder to be surrounded by so many beauties. Yourself included."

He handed a glass of champagne to both of the woman. "Well, I am just happy to be here, in this sandwich."

@mobscene-starters Event: Your outfit (Pre-Awards) Dated: 23rd of March, 2024 Location: The Royal Albert Hall

Amidst the charged atmosphere of the event, where tensions and hostilities always simmered just beneath the surface of Dior, there was Cece, who despite any personal reservations or animosities remained committed to upholding a sense of grace and appreciation for excellence.

Scanning the room, her discerning eye caught sight of someone adorned in exquisite fashion. Despite any internal conflicts she might've harboured for them (maybe? she couldn't quite make out their face just yet), she still felt compelled to share her admiration by recognising and vocalising the elegance and style that had captured her mid drink. With a polite, "Oh Darling, there is an urgent matter that requires my attention and I must--." Adam cut her off with a nod and a kiss. Returning his kiss, she gracefully accepted her hand from him, and with a determined stride reminiscent of Napoleon Bonaparte's march to Moscow, she made her way over to an absolutely stunning outfit.

"You have such a great eye for fashion. That ensemble is simply fabulous!"

#;; cecelia hathaway #;; event ; awards 2024 #;; pres #ft joséphine

[canetetienne]

"Perhaps try to lose your temper?" The Frenchman smirked. "However, I don't think Laurent will appreciate it if you snag his award. Now, think, do you really want to be on that end?"

@mobscene-starters

"So, what do you think I need to do to move up from runner-up to nominee next year? I would say more cocaine, but I don't think I stand a chance of topping Laurent without bathing in it. And that's just a waste of good cocaine."

#;; jean palfroix #;; event ; awards 2024 #;; pres

[canetetienne]

LONDON AWARDS AT THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL - Étienne Canet

Date: Friday, 23rd March Escorting: Joséphine Nyambura

#2024mobawardsattire #;; he's kenough

[canetetienne]

Étienne: I can be on my way now.

@elainahalevy @canetetienne

Jean: How quickly can the two of you get to my office? Jean: I'm going to need all the manpower I can get to stomp things out quickly.

#;; jean palfroix #;; elaina halévy

[canetetienne]

"But that would ruin the surprise and your ability to plan things on the go. You're getting old, we need you with a sharp mind."

While Paris was a great place to be and he already missed it, being surrounded by people such as Laurent was going to make it easier. Just as it did last time. There was a reason he accepted his ticket back to London, after all.

"Come here." Étienne pulled the other into an embrace. "What did I miss?"

"Maybe try giving me a heads up next time then, eh?"

The news that Étienne was back in town had come as a surprise; mostly because those who eventually made their way back to Paris scarcely found want or reason to return to the perpetually grey shit hole that was London. If Yves or Varden had known about it ahead of time, they'd kept a tight lid on it. Not that the Frenchman was complaining. Having his friend back was all that mattered.

"Welcome back, you beautiful fucking bitch."

#;; remember when they cried happy tears #;; london remembers #;; laurent st pierre

[canetetienne]

CHRIS PINE as STEVE TREVOR Wonder Woman (2017)

#;; mirror #;; i just thought.... why not