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A Favor to Ask || Hatter & Lou
@lou-bonfightme​
It had been well over a month now since Alice had been attacked, but of course Hatter was still on edge. Every time Alice went out on her own, he worried more than he had ever before. His mind raced with increasingly incredulous scenarios of muggings, kidnappings, or worse, and it was starting to get out of hand. He needed some way to put his mind at ease.
One good thing to come out of the traumatic experience had been a strengthening of he and Alice’s relationship. It could still be tentative and tense at times, but finally acknowledging her as his daughter had been the biggest - and hardest - step. Everything after that was easier in comparison. So when she told Hatter that she had confided in Toulouse not only about her identity, but also about the attack - something that would would have infuriated him before - he saw an opportunity.
The soft chime of a bell sounded above as Hatter stepped into Chapter Three. The scent of books, old and new, wafted over him in a gentle wave, and he closed his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath of it. It was nice to smell something other than coffee and tea and confections.
Although Lou didn’t technically work here, Hatter knew this was his best chance of finding him. He didn’t see anyone with a quick glance around, but he could smell a wolf among the walls of bound pages. Subtly letting his nose guide him around, he spotted the young man shelving some new arrivals.
“Ah, Lou! Good afternoon,” he greeted, trying to sound casual.
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sophiehadder-blog · 6 years
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Holding To Their Own || (Sotou)
@lou-bonfightme
Sophie liked text messages for a couple reasons: you could reread everything you were saying before you said it, stuttering didn’t transfer to the written word so long as you had autocorrect and most important of all, you couldn’t see tears through a phone. 
That was an important one. Saving face was important especially when you were in the middle of an argument. 
An argument with Lou, no less, who was as vicious as he was stubborn. 
An argument that, seemingly, Sophie had won. 
Or that she at least had the upper hand in at the moment of the intermission, in which she tied a bow around the package that had been sitting on the corner of her desk for as long as it had been finished, and walked out the door--her nerves pounding in her chest. 
Part of her knew that she didn’t have the bravery to go and continue this face to face, but the other part of her knew that that was the point. She wasn’t brave, and neither was Lou and this was probably going to be awful but at least it’d be something. A bad conversation was still a conversation.
She stopped in front of Bonfamille Manour and from the street she could spot what had once been her window. It was a little reminder that this wasn’t foreign territory. It had just been a while. 
Sophie walked up, past the front garden, up the steps, held her breath, and knocked. 
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gavillain · 2 years
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I put way too many Disney characters into a sorter and so wheeeeeeeee here are my Top 200 Disney characters. And, yes, there were more characters than this in the sorter who did not make the cut; 200 was just the convenient stopping point for listing results. Take ordering with a slight grain of salt since it's a LOT of characters and I had to go with my gut instinct in the moment and couldn’t change answers.... 1 Maleficent 2 Jafar 3 Queen Grimhilde 4 Hades 5 Ursula 6 Cruella De Vil 7 Mickey Mouse 8 Jim Hawkins 9 Aladdin 10 Megara 11 Merlin 12 Snow White 13 Scar 14 Prince Phillip 15 Prince Eric 16 Esmeralda 17 Seven Dwarfs 18 Peter Pan 19 Frollo 20 Hercules 21 Ariel 22 Beast 23 The Fates 24 Lady Tremaine 25 Chernabog 26 Yen Sid 27 Professor Ratigan 28 Horace & Jasper 29 Flora, Fauna, & Merryweather 30 Fairy Godmother 31 Aurora 32 Belle 33 Pete 34 Magic Mirror 35 Prince Florian 36 Percival C. McLeach 37 John Silver 38 Simba 39 Ratcliffe 40 Dr. Facilier 41 Diablo 42 Captain Hook 43 Lucifer 44 Flotsam & Jetsam 45 Witch Hazel 46 Cheshire Cat 47 Madam Mim 48 Queen of Hearts 49 Drizella 50 Anastasia 51 Cinderella 52 Madame Medusa 53 Bagheera 54 Baloo 55 Miss Bianca 56 Taran 57 Gurgi 58 Fflewddur Fflam 59 Princess Eilonwy 60 Horned King 61 Mrs. Potts 62 Joanna 63 Shenzi, Banzai, & Ed 64 King Triton 65 Georgette 66 Zazu 67 B.E.N. 68 Sarah Hawkins 69 Yzma 70 Minnie Mouse 71 Goofy 72 Donald Duck 73 Shere Khan 74 Sebastian 75 Genie 76 Jasmine 77 Lady Kluck 78 Headless Horseman 79 Tinker Bell 80 Rafiki 81 Carpet 82 Iago 83 Cerberus 84 Pain & Panic 85 Grandma Fa 86 Mrs. Packard 87 Gaston 88 Lumiere 89 Cogsworth 90 Clayton 91 Prince Hans 92 Prince John 93 Daisy Duck 94 Zeus 95 Bacchus 96 Caterpillar 97 Wendy 98 King of Hearts 99 White Rabbit 100 Honest John 101 Tamatoa 102 Kaa 103 Georges Hautecourt 104 Madame Adelaide Bonfamille 105 Duchess 106 Mad Hatter 107 Alice 108 Marie, Berlioz, & Toulouse 109 Mr. Snoops 110 Smee 111 Thomas O'Malley 112 Archimedes 113 Pluto 114 Grimsby 115 Basil of Baker Street 116 Grandmother Willow 117 Hydra 118 Pegasus 119 Tramp 120 Lady 121 King Stefan 122 King Hubert 123 Roger Radcliffe 124 Anita Radcliffe 125 Nanny 126 Brutus & Nero 127 Friar Tuck 128 Ben Ali Gator 129 Bernard 130 Pongo & Perdita 131 King Arthur 132 Nani 133 Kala 134 Jane Porter 135 Stitch 136 Nala 137 Quasimodo 138 Pleakley 139 Tiana 140 Sheriff of Nottingham 141 Doli 142 Phoebus 143 Maurice 144 Chip 145 Flounder 146 Sykes 147 Spring Sprite 148 Firebird 149 Helga Sinclair 150 Tarzan 151 Coachman 152 Pinocchio 153 Jiminy Cricket 154 Jumba 155 Li Shang 156 Prince Charming 157 Todd 158 March Hare 159 Nana 160 Tick-Tock Croc 161 Jaq & Gus 162 Widow Tweed 163 Dr. Dawson 164 Fidget 165 Oliver 166 Captain Amelia 167 Philoctetes 168 Timon & Pumbaa 169 Shan Yu 170 Hermes 171 Hera 172 Robin Hood 173 Kuzco 174 Pocahontas 175 Maid Marian 176 Big Mama 177 Stromboli 178 Monstro 179 Sultan 180 The King & the Grand Duke 181 Blue Fairy 182 Geppetto 183 Sir Hiss 184 Dodger 185 Thumper 186 Tigger 187 Rabbit 188 Little John 189 Eeyore 190 Winnie the Pooh 191 Owl 192 Piglet 193 Abu 194 Prince Naveen 195 Charlotte LaBouff 196 Scrooge McDuck 197 Mulan 198 Lyle T. Rourke 199 Flynn Rider 200 Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
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mxitre-a · 6 years
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distressed kitten noises bc where is jamie. humcne
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labellerose-acheron · 2 years
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BELLE ROSE ACHERON
“and the heart is hard to translate / it has a language of it's own / it talks in tongues and quiet sighs / and prayers and proclamations in the grand days / of great men and the smallest of gestures / in short shallow gasps...”
Nicknames: N/A Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Demisexual Magic status: Mundus Nationality: French-English Ethnicity: White Accent: English (Southwest) -- fakes a more posh accent lowkey Height: 5’2 Build: Curvy Skin tone: Pale white  Eye color: Blue with a ring of gold around the pupil Hair color/length/style: Brown, a little past shoulder length, usually in a very messy ponytail  Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: No tattoos, regular ear piercing, wedding ring, golden locket usually tucked beneath clothing, and a small gold charm bracelet with two glowing stones: one orange, one deep blue. She has a scar on her chest (similar in length and placement to open heart surgery scars), and a small scar on her abdomen from a c-section.
Occupation: Owner and Partner at Arete Law Firm, Owner of Chapter Three Relationship Status: Married to Hades Acheron (since February 2018; dated since February 2017), married to Toulouse Bonfamille (since June 2023; dated since May 2020) What would you find if you Googled them?: Social media (Insta and Twitter), Chapter Three’s website, newspaper articles about various law cases in town she was the lawyer for What natives would know about them: Had an inventor for a father who was constantly setting their house on fire, absentee dad, know it all student, loner type, owns the bookstore, married to the mayor (and also he’s shady, maybe she’s in a cult?)  Other: Lots of rumors about her husband, many people don’t trust him or their relationship. Has 3 children with Hades (Opal (girl, 2/15/2019), twins Aidan and Bellamy (boys, 11/30/2020))
biography *** character sheet *** instagram *** inspiration *** chapter three ***  arete law firm *** floorplan of the nook (acheron family home)
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Emma Swan x Reader - Hot
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Requested by Anon - Would you be willing to write an Emma Swan/reader where they havent seen each other since they were in a foster home together, and emma see's reader as a party in storybrooke and is like "oh no she got hot"
Warnings - None I can think of
Note - I’m so sorry this is so short Anon, and I may have changed the prompt just a little bit, I hope that’s ok. And I don't know why I made this angsty
Remember you can send in requests!
“Come on (Y/N)!” A pre-teen Emma called, running down the street. “You gotta hurry up! They’ll catch us!”
“Emma!” A girl with a (H/C) ponytail called, darting after the other girl. “I’m not as fast as you!”
“Get back here you little brat!” An old voice growled as a hand clamped around the (S/C) wrist and yanked the (H/C) haired girl back.
“Emma!” (Y/N) shouted, reaching for the blonde. Emma turned her head, and her eyes widened. Emma paused for a second, before turning her head and running away. “EMMA!”
“Emma, are you ok?” Mary Margaret asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of her daughter. Emma blinked, shaking out of her daydream.
“Yeah, I’m ok.” Emma replied softly, wrapping her hands around the mug. 
“No, you’re not.” Mary Margaret slid into the barstool next to her. “I’m your mother, I know.”
Emma sighed. “I was just remembering something-someone from my past.”
“Wanna tell me about it?”
“When I was a kid, I had this friend.” Emma started to explain, looking into the dark liquid of her cup, “Well, she was more than a friend, we...we were a thing. One day, we decided to run away together, escape the hell of a foster home we were put with and create a life for ourselves. But...I was a coward. She got caught, I didn't, and I didn't go back for her.”
“Maybe...you can go find her again.” Mary Margaret suggested, “Your good at that, right?”
“Yeah.” Emma took a large drink from her mug. “Maybe I can say sorry.”
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Emma strolled down Main Street, her hands shoved in her pockets. She scanned the storefronts until she spotted one that she hadn't seen before which caused her to stop. It was a little shop, on the corner of Main Street. The architecture seemed to be French, but pristine white with flowers in the window. In elaborate gold writing, the top window displayed the shop name, ‘La Crème Du Chat.’ 
“Ma chérie, would you mind putting the sign out the front.” A voce sounded from the inside, with a noticeable french accent,
“Oui Mère.” Another responded. The door opened, and the little jingle of the bell inside echoed through the street. A woman emerged, with her (H/L), (H/C) hair brushed, and being held out of her eyes by an elaborate broach. She wore fitting jeans, and a white blouse. Her feet were bare, as if she had just woken up not too long ago.
“Holy crap…” Emma breathed. Her mind finished the rest of the sentence, She got hot... The woman’s (E/C) eyes scanned the street before landing on Emma. (Y/N) glared at her, straightening her back and walking back into the shop. Emma hurried in after her, the bell chiming overhead. (Y/N) was straightening some boxes at the back of the counter, as two men stepped into the room. Both were dressed to the nines, in neat slacks and dress shirts. 
“Frères, can you get the stage ready?” (Y/N) asked, turning to them, “The shop opens in a bit.” The men nodded and shuffled over to the piano in the corner. 
“Hey…(Y/N)...” Emma greeted. 
“What do you want, Emma?” (Y/N) demanded, not even sparing the blonde a glance as she returned to straightening the tea boxes behind the counter. 
“I...I didn't know you were in Storybrooke.”
“Yeah, well, it's been almost sixteen years, a lot can change in a person.”
“All this Magic and...Fairy Tales must be a shock to you.”
“Not really.” (Y/N) turned to Emma, “I was born in the Enchanted Forest, Magic isn't a strange concept to me.”
“You...wow...what’s your story?” 
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, giving a mocking bow, “Marie Bonfamille, your majesty.” She replied sarcastically. “The ones cleaning up the stage are Berlioz and Toulouse, but here in Storybrooke their names are Noah and William, Will for short.”
“Aren't those the name from-”
“The Aristocats, yes.”
“Ma chérie.” The accented voice from earlier called as it descended the stairs. An older woman, with blonde hair pinned into an elaborate knot, descended the stairs. Behind her, a rugged man with a beard and messy orange hair ambled after her. “Oh, Sheriff Swan, how lovely of you to drop by.”
“Ma’am.” Emma greeted softly.
“Emma, my Mother, Duchess, and my stepfather, Thomas.” (Y/N) reluctantly introduced gesturing to them. 
“Oh, Ma chérie, your father and I are going to pick up supplies for the shop, you’ll be ok to handle the work?”
“Oui Mère.” (Y/N) replied. Duchess smiled at her. 
“Au revoir mes chéris!” Duchess said as she exited the store.
“See ya’ kids.” Thomas called as he followed his wife out the door. 
“Now, you’ve come in here and disrupted us as we’re preparing to start for the day, Sherif.” (Y/N) said, “May you please leave.” 
Emma reluctantly turned and left the store, however, she was determined to return and win back the heart of her first True Love
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lou-bonfightme · 2 years
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The Biscuit Court || [Berloulee]
In which Berlioz, Ashlee, Toulouse, and the Acheron children deal with the uncertainty of the Blackwell gala...[takes place sometime in late September]
@ber-bonfamille-lyons, @inperfection-ashlee
[tw -- some anxiety/thoughts of death]
ASHLEE: Sometimes Ashlee didn’t know how it was that she got somewhere. The last hours had seemed like seconds. All the time since they left felt like seconds and now Ashlee was with the Bonfamilles and the Acheron babies and she wasn’t sure how she got here. Is she was honest it was something Ashlee never would have considered in the realm of possibilities. Knowing something strange was up made it all the worse. There was no control, no predicting. Just sitting and waiting.
Still it was all fine, it always was. 
And everyone was settling into a rough rhythm around each other. Ashlee having one earbud in as she worked through a routine in her mind jotting down notes that went along with beats. It was a good distraction but there was always a point where the stress and worry of real life twisted into her routines. And only so much that she could take before she wanted to be distracted from her distraction.
“Anyone hungry? We can put an order in or maybe see what’s in the kitchen to make?” Though it wasn’t like Ashlee was much of a cook herself.
BERLIOZ:  Yeah, it was all fine, it always was. 
Ber was rehearsing this to himself about every hour that he checked his texts. He’d managed to get it down to an hour. Pretty impressive honestly, though almost all props had to go to the twins and Opal for giving him something else to concentrate on. Right now they were all in their hotel room, and he was attending tea with Opal and the several animal friends she’d refused to part with on the journey (including the ugly as hell gorilla that Hades and Belle won during the fair. She was obsessed with it. Ber was convinced it was possessed). 
He looked up at the idea of food. “Oh--yeah, y’know, maybe that’s a good idea. Could maybe order...room service?” 
It wasn’t like he was going to cook. 
“I want biscuits!” Opal exclaimed next to him and then tugged on Lou’s hand. “Tonton, we need biscuits for tea!” 
Oh good. Looks like play pretend was maybe going to become not so pretend after all. “I dunno if we can order biscuits, Opal,” he chuckled a little. 
TOULOUSE: It was cute to Toulouse that Ashlee was under the impression that either Berlioz or himself could cook.
Toulouse had been half-heartedly playing along to Opal’s tea party. His mind was on the phone in his pocket, remaining hauntingly silent. His brain was itching, hot with the possibilities of what could have happened. And the possibility of what might come after. He hated thinking that way. Hated the way his mind worked, which was that: if Hades and Belle were dead, someone was going to need to take care of the children and get their affairs in order. 
Something about that soothed him and kept his mind from spinning out. It was probably fucked up, but it helped him just the same. He organized and reorganized his potential “To Do if Hades and Belle Have Died” list in his head until Ashlee spoke. 
“We do not have the ingredients for biscuits, caillou,” Lou told her with a shake of his head. 
Opal threw her tea cup down, spilling the water that had been in it all over the table. “Biscuits!”
“Now, why would we make biscuits if you are being so impolite?” Lou asked as he reached forward with a napkin to catch the run off of the water before it splashed right into Opal’s lap. 
Opal’s lip trembled, but she flopped back from where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Biscuits, pleeeeeeeeease,” she whined.
Lou sighed and looked over at his brother, a bit helplessly. “Ashlee, chere, will you look up if there is a pâtisserie nearby?” 
ASHLEE: Ashlee blushed because she probably shouldn’t have suggested making anything, it wasn’t in her wheelhouse of skills and the thought of Opal wanting biscuits well that wasn’t in Ashlee’s wheelhouse either.
And she didn’t know how to convince a toddler that Ashlee shouldn’t have suggested making anything. Not that it would be her responsibility to convince the toddler. That’s why Lou and Berlioz were here right. They knew the kids better.
Anyway she was worrying about the wrong things.
Nodding at Lou with just a brief glance at Ber as a whoops she pulled out her phone. “There’s one not far. Easily within post mates delivery range. Biscuits, cakes, tarts Anything you might need for a tea party?” Was that the right answer?
BERLIOZ: If Opal had a full-on tantrum, Ber was taking a smoke break. 
He didn’t think she was going to. Opal always geared up toward a tantrum, but she was easy to wind back down. Though Lou was much better at it than Berlioz. It felt like this trip had a lot of those moments so far though… Opal pushing at the boundaries of their authority, trying to wrestle more for herself. It was probably just because of her age. But…
But it felt like it had to do with her parents being gone. Ber just had this nagging voice in the back of his head that Opal knew what was going on, that she was pissed at all of them, and she’d punish them if her parents didn’t turn up soon. So yeah, Ber was going to give in. Get her some damn biscuits. Keep her happy as long as he could.
“Perfect. Hear that Opal? We can order some biscuits,” said Berlioz. He glanced at Lou. “We should probably uh, order some real food while we’re at it, just in case. Sure she’ll be hungry soon.” 
“Chocolate! Chocolate biscuits!” Opal was shouting over him. 
TOULOUSE: Chocolate biscuits were not suitable for dinner for Opal. She would make her stomach hurt, potentially get sick, and be too wired to fall asleep. 
However, Toulouse did not want to tell her no. She was currently dancing around the coffee table that they had all been sitting around, waving the sparkly wand that was one of her favourite props (and given to her by Howl). Her smile was big. He did not want to ruin that for her. She had been oscillating between horrible lows and overly enthusiastic highs. It had been exhausting for him, for her, for everyone involved. At least, for the most part, the twins had been perfectly content to crawl about, chew on their teething rings. They had actually been easier to put down, though Lou wasn’t sure why that was. Perhaps all of the traveling had tuckered them out. 
Still, there probably should not just be chocolate biscuits for dinner. 
“Yes, we should. I thought I saw a rather highly recommended Thai place in the brochure.” He unfolded his long legs and stood, stretching a bit before Opal collided with him, hugging his knees.
“Chocolate biscuits!” she said before biting his thigh like a dog. 
“Opal, we don’t bite. You are not the cookie monster.” He tugged on her ponytail lightly which made her giggle again before dancing up to Ashlee as Toulouse moved to the hotel’s phonebook, to see if the Thai place’s number was in it. 
“I am the biscuit queen!” Opal dubbed herself, touching the wand to her head. “And you’re the biscuit princess!” She smacked Ashlee on the arm with the wand, since she couldn’t reach her head.
“Ashlee, do you like Thai? Or would you prefer something else?” 
ASHLEE: Opal whacked her arm and Ashlee was left blinking at the child, looking up at Berlioz and Toulouse and between them before settling back on Opal. Was Asher going to be like this when he reached her age? Should Ashlee get better at this before then? Probably.
“Does it count if it’s only my arm or should it be my head too?” Ashlee questioned carefully moving to lean her head toward her so that Opal could reach her. Was Ashlee about to get whacked in the head? She really hoped not.
“Thai is fine,” It wasn’t really part of her diet plan but Ashlee would be gentle with herself as her therapist would like to say. Right now was stressful and it would just be good that she was putting food in her body. She could worry about everything else later. Plus she didn’t want to be a hassle for anyone. 
BERLIOZ:  Ber watched as Opal, yeah. Hit Ashlee on the head.
But hey, she’d offered the head, so what did she expect?
Opal came whirling back toward them, this time, Berlioz in her sights. “Biscuit Prince!” she declared. Ber’s eyebrows raised, as he didn’t want to get hit in the head, but it looked like it didn’t matter. He was sitting down on the floor, so there was nothing stopping Opal. He just let it happen-- the wand coming down with the lightest thwack! On his curls. 
“Thai’s good for me.” 
“Thai’s good for me!” Opal parroted. She did that too, repeating words. 
She went over to thwack Lou on the head too. “Biscuit King!” she declared. 
“Uh, what are we gonna do about the biscuit situation?” Berlioz asked his brother. 
TOULOUSE: Toulouse should probably tell Opal to stop hitting people, but it was rather harmless, all things considered. She wasn’t doing it maliciously and she wasn’t smacking them hard. He was already on the phone with the Thai place by the time she waltzed over to him. He bent over, allowing himself to be dubbed, before leaning back up. 
Sidling over towards Ashlee, he handed her the menu while he ordered some plain rice and chicken for Opal, and then his and Berlioz’s order, not bothering to ask Ber what he might want. As he spoke, Opal had wandered towards the babies with a determined look in her eyes.
“Opal,” he raised his voice, just slightly, to get her attention. She paused and looked over her shoulder at him. “No.” 
“But, Tonton, they’re biscuit knights!” 
“I am sorry--give me just a moment,” Lou said this to the confused courrier. He lowered the phone. “Berlioz, will you help knight the twins so that their sister does not take their eye out in an unfortunate dubbing incident?” This was said in the most dry voice imaginable. 
He lifted the phone back to his ear, by this time, Ashlee had pointed to what she wanted, so Lou ordered that as well and hung up. 
“Dinner will be here within the hour. Ashlee, cherie, would you please put the postmate order in for a chocolate biscuit for Opal? And anything you would like yourself. I suppose I could indulge in a lemon bar, if they have them.” 
“Biscuits!” Opal demanded. 
“I do not like biscuits.” 
Opal looked perplexed by this, then glanced at Ashlee. “Biscuits?” she asked her. 
ASHLEE: Ashlee watched Lou command the room, even just walk around it. He had a purpose, a confidence Ashlee missed. It reminded her of both the good and bad of her in Secondary when she didn’t care what others thought. She wished she was as strong as him.
She wanted to be as strong as him.
Except Opal was looking at her and well, there probably wasn’t a way to say no. She’d work on that strength. When she wasn’t in front of a toddler.
 “I’ll get a Biscuit. Maybe A chocolate one as well. Ber? Do you want something as well?” Ashlee questioned adding one lemon bar and two chocolate biscuits to the order.
BERLIOZ: Yes, Berlioz intervened, dubbing Opal’s brothers and avoiding serious injury. Not that Opal would have hurt them seriously. She was pretty good with her brothers, if not a little impatient. Perhaps if she’d been slightly younger, not as demanding for playmates as she was now. He could only hope that when the twins grew up, they’d be like her-- or like her, enough. If they liked games of pretend and dress-up, and playing with dolls and stuffed animals, then all three Acheron children would stay close. 
As someone who had never felt super close with his siblings, he knew how precious that could be. 
“Er… no, that’s okay…”
“Biscuits!” Opal said again and she once again came reeling over to Berlioz. She crawled onto his lap and Ber just let her. At this point, he’d known it was best to just listen to Opal and have her way. 
“Right, okay, maybe something light. A shortbread or something,” he said. 
“Is Maman coming with the biscuits?” Opal then said-- turning and looking at Lou with her wide eyes and an eager smile. 
TOULOUSE: Of course Opal was not easily distracted from her parents being gone. She had not been away from them this long in her entire life and their family was tight knit. Despite Hades and Belle’s busy schedules, they always made time for their children. Made them breakfast, cooked them dinner, made sure to read to them and play with them. Their absence was felt like a ghost, a shiver up the spine and an aching in the chest. 
As much as Lou missed them, he could only remember in a phantom pain, what it had been like to miss his own mother and father when he was a child. And it was different for him, because he never expected his mother to be there to kiss his scraped knees, or his father to kick a football around with him. They did these things, occasionally. When they were home. When they had time. But it was Nounou that Lou had brought his art projects to, who read him stories before bed. 
Despite knowing this would be a problem the whole trip, the sudden swing caught Lou off guard. His eyes flicked to Ber before going back to Opal. His instinct was to drop to a knee and open his arms so Opal could scamper into them and he could hug her and kiss her and tell her it was going to be alright and her parents would be home soon. But, she was smiling, not put off yet, and he didn’t want to make things worse. 
So, he smiled too. 
“No,” he told her, “but she told me that when you see her next, she’s going to bake all the biscuits with you. And she will let you decorate them all just how you want!” 
Lou knew that such a promise was bound to annoy Belle to no end, but he would rather have her annoyed with him, her perfect button nose scrunched up and covered in flour—than dead. 
Besides, Opal would probably forget by then. (Maybe. She had a habit of never forgetting a promise.)
The toddler considered this, twisting her face up. “Okay,” she finally said. “Maman bring biscuits later.”  
“And Ashlee will bring them now,” Lou reminded her as he moved to hand his debit card over to her so she could place the order. 
“Yay! Ashlee!” Opal squealed and ran towards the girl, wrapping her arms around her legs and grinning up at her.
ASHLEE: Ashlee smiled at the young girl giving her a small half hug back as she took Lou’s card to put in the order. There was an empty ache in her chest, but unlike Ashlee, Opal wasn’t being abandoned by her Mother, hopefully, considering everything. 
Ashlee couldn’t remember a time when she was filled with hope, thinking the world was good and just wondering when her Mother would be home. When she thought about her childhood now it was tainted and ugly and Ashlee hated it, hated how insecure it made her, her lack of trust in others. If she was in Opal shoes she would still regard herself as a stranger as someone not to be trusted.
Her smile flickered just slightly as she ran her hand over Opal’s hair. She hoped these kids had their loving parents for a long, long time. They would grow up so much better than she did.
“Have you ever made chocolate biscuits. Maybe we could do that when we get back home? I’m not much of a baker but I could try?”
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delightfully-daisy · 7 years
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CHARACTER SHEET: DAISY AUDREY ELOISE CANARD
And she's been living on the highest shelf... Oh, and they come unstuck Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side
[TW: sexual assault mentions; eating disorder mentions]
STATS
Birthday: 14 January 1995
Hogwarts House (Primary): Ravenclaw
Hogwarts House (Secondary): Hufflepuff
Myers-Briggs: ESFJ
Enneagram: Type 3
Height:  5’4
BACKGROUND OVERVIEW
Mother: Lilian Ophelia Marie Harcourt Canard
Father: Jacques Didier Canard
Mother’s Occupation: lawyer—business law
Father’s Occupation: stockbrocker
Family Finances: quite wealthy—combination of old money on both ends, as well as parents’ own ambitions and finances
Birth Order: middle child
Siblings: Nicolas Etienne Jeannot Canard (24); Andre Leon Charles Canard (19)
Other Close Family: Aunt Cecile on her dad’s side (who has a girlfriend and is like super cool and a movie producer); she has another aunt on that side who has two kids her and Nic’s ages but I don’t have my notebook on hand so I cant look up their names oh well; Lilian is an only child
Best Friend: Clarke
Other Friends: Annette Grant, Hermes Petros, Toulouse Bonfamille, Stanley Schell, Abby and Tabitha
Enemies: Tito? Lol she thinks so :C
Pets: a cat named Sabrina! Her family also has two dogs named Gigi and Fifi
Home Life During Childhood: her parents were both very busy, but she and her siblings were very close and her dad made a huge insistence on family time when they were together; to this day they have a designated week in late July and winter where they go on vacations together; she’s very close with Nic and her dad; Andre can be a bit of a brat; she clashed with her mother a bit growing up but she’s starting to understand her more
Town or City Name(s): Paris, France
What Did Her Bedroom Look Like: very nice and spacious, big windows with a nice view, she has a canopy bed, everything is in pastel colors, lots of whites and pinks—nothing too loud, everything soft like a Rococo painting, a big walk-in closet, a nicely lit vanity, the artwork in there is carefully selected, everything has its place
Any Sports or Clubs: did newspaper also probably a creative writing club; used to fence and do ballet, but quite around 13/14 years old
Favorite Toy or Game: loved paper dolls
Schooling: one last semester at Pride U; probably did some pretty expensive private school in Paris
Favorite Subject: Composition, Art History
Popular or Loner: Popular!
Important Experiences or Events: was sexually assaulted at 17, her then-boyfriend lied about it and harassed her for months after
Health Problems: undiagnosed anxiety, lowkey makes herself throw up after eating sometimes also
Culture: French
Religion and beliefs: Raised Catholic, she wants to believe in a benevolent God but does not really like the Catholic church; she wants to believe in the goodness of people
 PERSONALITY
Bad Habits:  worries, limits her food intake a lot haha, has a tendency to keep her emotions inside before lashing out, cries a lot
Good Habits: uh, organized, keeps up with her fitness, ambitious, kind-hearted (in her own way), stylish
Best Characteristic: determined—once she sets her mind on something or someone, she will not quit
Worst Characteristic: scared—her number one limitation in life is that she is too scared to take chances/take risks/do anything without security
Worst Memory: the whole sexual assault thing and also the night she broke up with Tito
Best Memory: oh gosh, probably getting her bike back
Proud of: not much lol, uh maybe her fashion sense, she’s like really insecure though and attributes all her successes to other factors, poor bby
Embarrassed by: e v e r y t h I ng have you seen how much this girl blushes
Driving Style: she’s a fantastic driver—fast, daring, drives stick-shift in heels, cuts tight corners on her motorcycle, she’s fab, best driver of my characters (except maybe for Eva, but that’s cuz Eva has heightened reflexes lol); does have a tendency to speed, but doesn’t do it except on isolated roads
Strong Points: determined, hard working, kind-hearted, stylish
Temperament: gosh im not sure its like a mix of sanguine and melancholic
Attitude: outwardly, confident and determined; inwardly, really fuckin’ anxious and insecure about everything
Weakness: she’s so insecure and not good with criticism and she’s soft little flower it is easy to crush her
Fears: everything—not being good enough is the main one though
Phobias: see above lol
Secrets: not too open about the whole sexual assault thing for obvious reasons, also he like harassed her for months afterwards
Regrets: every romantic relationship she’s ever had because it makes her seem stupid and heartless and foolish
Feels Vulnerable When: uh always? When she’s being emotional, tbh, since she’s been told to restrict that
Pet Peeves: people who assume she’s dumb, people who assume she’s shallow
Conflicts: oh gosh where to begin—the fact that she wants the world to be this good, ideal place where she has the ability to help it, but the reality that class differences/prejudices in other areas are very real and very hard to overcome; her own desire to do more with her life, but knowing that rejecting her family’s values would not be good, and she really loves her family; navigating being a soft woman in a world that otherwise respects hard, sharp ones
Motivation: She wants to be successful and to make a change in the world.
Short Term Goals and Hopes: Graduate, get a good job somewhere in a big city.
Long Term Goals and Hopes: Rise to the top of her career, hopefully get married at one point.
Sexuality: bisexual
Exercise Routine: goes to spin class three times a week, does a barre class twice a week, weight training the other days, very committed exercise schedule
Day or Night Person — Day.
Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert.
Optimist or Pessimist — Pessimist, though she tries to be optimistic to other people.
LIKES AND STYLES
Music: girly pop, MUSICALS—she’s a huge musical gal, sings in the shower all the time. Loves taylor swift, knows that its problematic to love taylor swift, but does so in that well #feminism way that’s also lowkey problematic ahaha. Her iTunes is mostly musicals and pop and some classical music too, she likes ballet music.
Books: classics and romance novels; also some trashy YA romance; went through a John Green phase in her high school years; her favourite book is The Bell Jar. She also reads those like “Oprah Book of the Month” club books and enjoys them. Gets most of her reading list from bestsellers lists.
Magazines: VOGUE aka the Bible; also Cosmo and Marie Claire and other high-fashion magazines; whatever the French equivalent of Time is, but also Time; started a subscription to the New Yorker whilst she was in NYC and keeps up with it
Foods: has a sweet tooth—loves chocolate. Chocolate-covered strawberries are her favorite. She thinks she can handle spicy, but she can’t really.
Drinks: Margaritas are her cocktail of choice; she loves champagne and lattes
Animals: cats! Also she loves swans and thinks its so romantic that they mate for life, but she won’t admit that lol
Sports: follows Formula One racing tbh and also fencing
Social Issues: Feminism! (she’s like lowkey a bit of a white feminist) Magick Rights! (lowkey also a bit of a problematic activist in everything; she’s trying though) Also involved in environmental issues!! (she works on a turtle fund thing with Stan)
Favorite Saying: “I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” – Audrey Hepburn
Color: Pink!! Any and all shades! Also likes a nice rose-gold. Fond of pastel colors in decorating.
Clothing: Has a very classy, preppy style; lots of skirts and blazers; usually always in heels; most everything is designer and high-end; she takes pride in her style; she also dresses more on the conservative end, but does own a few sexier pieces
Jewelry: very classy, never overdoes herself with jewelry; simple pendants and studs
Games: played the Sims a lot, played racing games with her brothers, Mario Kart fan too
Websites: Instagram—also has a finsta bc she’s hip; tumblr; Pinterest
TV Shows: Downton Abbey, Sex and the City
Movies: The Devil Wears Prada!! (Also Titanic)
Greatest Want: To be successful and make a difference in the world
Greatest Need: To overcome her fears
CURRENTLY 
Home: lives in Castle Suites in a very luxurious one-bedroom flat
Household furnishings: everything is impeccably decorated, lots of pastels and golds, there’s a big window in the living room (which has like white furniture and soft lights everywhere, big white rug on the floor, lots of throw pillows), her room has a big bed with lots of pillows and her closet is organized by type of clothes and colour
Favorite Possession: her car
Most Cherished Possession: her motorcycle
Married Before: Nope.
Significant Other Before: Tito (rip); asshole French boyfriend, Michel
Children: n/a
Relationship with Family:  huge Daddy’s girl, but Daddy is also very busy and not super around all the time and she doesn’t really confide in him; very close to older brother, Nic, sometimes they feel like they are the only people in the world they can trust; younger brother has a strained relationship bc he can be kinda douche but they love each other; relationship with mother is---complicated, they are very similar and often butt heads because of their differences though and Lilian thinks she knows what’s best etc etc and Daisy is just starting to see her mom in a new light
Car: BMW, she also has a motorcycle
Career: journalism student, editor-in-chief of campus magazine: Social
Dream Career: editor in chief of a fashion magazine that also has like a huge philanthropy side
Dream Life: said career, has not given much thought to the like actual life part of it, but ideally she’d like to be married to the love of her life and have two kids as well
Love Life: uh imma get back to you on that
Hobbies : reading, dancing (she loves dancing), driving, sketching fashions, cleaning (lol), amateur baker, used to be a fencer, writing (she used to write short stories but has not in a while)
Guilty Pleasure : those trashy Harlequin romance novels….
Sports or Clubs: Social, PrideU’s premier campus lifestyle magazine; probably involved in like journalism clubs
Talents or Skills : she’s a great dancer and a fantastic driver; also a good writer
Intelligence Level : she is great auditory learner, very sharp and quick to pick up what she listens too; writes the best out of my characters; reads a lot too; not great at sciences or math, but she tries her best and the hard work pays off; a fan of history, but only as it relates to cultural stuff (wars bore her); the most emotionally aware of others of my characters, can read people well
Finances: wealthy—parents are wealthy each from their individual families and from their own careers, pay for their children
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Troubles Yet To Come || (Sotou)
Sophie: Allo Lou
Sophie: I'm sorry this is so last minute
Sophie: But does that offer for a place to stay still stand?
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Analogy of the Sun [Interlude] || [Berlou]
In which Toulouse asks a favour of Berlioz...[takes place: November 30]
@ber-bonfamille-lyons
[tw -- mention of death, emergency medical procedures, child death]
TOULOUSE: When Toulouse got off the phone with Hades, he didn’t stop moving. If he did, the panic would come back. It was a silly thing to panic about, he tried to tell himself as he continued packing Opal’s things while she watched him from her crib, her lips tugged down in a frown. Even if--the worst happened, it wouldn’t be his tragedy, not the way it was with Duchess. It would be Hades tragedy and Opal’s tragedy, and Lou’s only role would be to make sure that everyone was alright. 
This, of course, ignored Lou’s own relationship with Belle--which was just as long and deep as his relationship with Hades. But, it was easier to lie to oneself in such an instance. 
So, he packed an overnight bag for Opal and as soon as he finished, he realized that he should--actually call his brother, instead of just showing up with Opal and transforming into a wolf and taking up his living room. The idea made him distinctly uncomfortable, considering he’d only been a wolf perhaps once or twice in front of his brother and he didn’t exactly relish the thought of Simba’s house with all its dogs and people coming in and out. However, he refused to go into the woods, especially with a hunter lurking and Opal all by herself otherwise. No matter what happened. 
As he moved towards Belle and Hades’ room, he dialed Berlioz’s number and lifted his phone up to his ear, waiting for him to pick up. 
BERLIOZ:  For Berlioz, it was just a Monday. 
Actually, he was still in bed.
It was a bit late to be in bed. But he had classes later and ever since he broke his fucking thumb, he hated working on even his demos of stuff. It was just a hassle and a headache and it was much easier to lay here and scroll mindlessly and drift off. Simba was bustling downstairs after going to his classes and would probably come up to bitch to Berlioz soon, but for now, he was enjoying his boredom. 
And then Lou called. 
Ber squinted at the call. There was always this split second when something like this happened: an out-of-body moment where Ber knew his day was about to veer off its tracks. Lou would text, unless it was an emergency. Lou would text, unless Marie was dead or injured, or Maman in the hospital, or maybe he was panicking again, in a manic episode.
During that split second, Berlioz always wanted to be asleep.
And then he plugged back into reality. He jerked up and clumsily hit the button, after first failing to do so with his busted hand. “Wat?” he said on the third ring. “What’s going on?” 
TOULOUSE: The response made Lou snort out once and then--feel a bit guilty. He stopped to take another breath as he shoved a few pairs of pants into the duffle bag he’d found. “Good morning,” he replied, trying to not be entirely alarmist because--
Everything was fine, this was going to be fine. The babies were going to be fine. Belle was going to be fine. Even if everything had gone to plan and was not necessarily an emergency, there was a good chance Lou and Opal would’ve spent some time at the Bonfamille-Lyons residence. It was just happening a bit more quickly than anyone anticipated. (Though, stupid. Stupid. Lou should have pressed more for them to have a back up plan. He’d thought about it. Mentioned it, briefly, to Hades, only to be shut down because it wasn’t what Belle wanted. (He should’ve said that those babies didn’t necessarily care what Belle wanted and the chances of her giving birth in the hospital, with a c-section, were astronomically high, no matter what.)) 
“Belle’s gone into labour,” he told his brother. “She and Hades are at the hospital now, she’s getting an emergency c-section as we speak.” He managed to say all of this rather calmly.  
BERLIOZ:  Good morning, said Lou, and instantly Ber relaxed.
There wasn’t a crisis-- well, not a Bonfamille-sized crisis. Ber did not know what Lou could be
calling about, but it wasn’t about Marie, Maman, Pere, or even little Claude. Well, actually, it could be about Claude all the way in France. Or about their grandparents. Ber’s brow creased at that thought and the worry came back. Maybe it wasn’t an immediate disaster, but still, bad news…
His instincts weren’t wrong, even if it wasn’t a Bonfamille or La Blanc crisis after all. It was an Acheron one. 
Berlioz blinked as the news settled. He didn’t know much about Belle’s pregnancy, but he remembered her saying that she was due New Year’s Eve, which was funny to her. He also knew that though Lou was trying to stay calm, there was a bit of breathlessness in his voice. He was-- rushing. He was worried. And if Lou was worried, it probably meant there was a very good reason. 
Ber’s heart dropped a third time, though nice and slow...drifting down, down, as the foreboding grew greater. He didn’t want to lose Belle of all people. 
“Oh,” uttered Ber. “Oh, I-- you’re going to the hospital?” he guessed. “Do you want to drop off Opal?” 
TOULOUSE: Toulouse grimaced slightly. He really wished he needn’t bother his brother with the worry. The wait would be the worst part of it, though c-sections were rather quick, as far as surgeries went. Half an hour to remove the babies, forty-five minutes to close. The risk of complication went down severely after the babies were delivered and the uterus was checked for bleeds. They just had to get through the next half hour. By the time Lou arrived at the hospital, the worst of it would be over. And yet, that time would feel like--decades. 
And now, Lou was dragging Ber into it. He hadn’t thought about it until he heard the drop in his brother’s voice. It was a selfish thing not to think about, but--Lou had forgotten entirely for a moment that Ber and Belle were even close. 
“Yes, I am going to the hospital. I’m taking Opal with me. So that she can visit once Belle is in recovery.” Because she will be in recovery. 
“However, she’ll be in the hospital for several days. We’ll need somewhere to stay tonight.” 
BERLIOZ: Believe it or not, Berlioz did keep up with the full moon. 
It was the least he could do, having a werewolf for a brother. At first it had been a little bit of an obsession. In the first months after Lou’s attack, as Lou isolated himself, then moved out to that god awful place in the farmlands, watching the moon was like… watching his brother from afar. He’d downloaded this app and he got updates about the moon phases and other various astronomical stuff he didn’t care about. He still had that app. He woke up to the notification this morning and he’d swiped it away, because now it was over a year later, and he knew exactly where to find Lou. He didn’t have to watch the moon. He didn’t have to worry. It was so normal, actually, that he forgot all about it, until right now. And then Lou’s comment was like the notification all over again. Full moon tonight. That’s right. 
He blinked. Simba wouldn’t have a problem with it, would he? No. But shouldn’t he still ask? 
“Oh, yeah, course,” said Berlioz, deciding that he did not. Simba would understand. Besides, it was Lou. Lou. If Ashlee was concerned, maybe she could go over to Ashle’s place. “Um, when would you be coming over? I just gotta talk to Simba and-- uh, see what Ashlee’s doing tonight,” he said. 
TOULOUSE: Right, Ashlee.
Lou had forgotten about the most recent stray that his brother’s husband had adopted. He had met her, of course. There had been a few dinners where she had been present but he hadn’t not paid much mind to her. And, in this moment, she was lowest on the list of important people to him. Her presence was nothing but a complication and for a moment, he resented her. If Simba had a problem with him coming over because of her--
Toulouse drew in a breath and moved to Belle’s nightstand, picking up her copy of Looking Backward, which she was clearly in the middle of. He grabbed the book from Hades’ nightstand too. 
“I don’t know,” Lou said as he added these items to the duffle at the end of the bed and then tossed their pillows next to it so he wouldn’t forget them. 
“The surgery should only take a few hours at most. And then, I assume Belle will be recovering for a bit before we can see her. It won’t be until late afternoon. I’d like to stay as long as we are able.” He paused as he reached up to grab Belle’s cardigan off the back of the door. 
“It’s the full moon tonight,” he mentioned, his voice coloured with uncharacteristic hesitation, unaware if his brother even knew. 
BERLIOZ:  From over the phone, Berlioz could hear movement-- Lou picking up something or setting something down. He could imagine his brother pacing through the Acheron house (that’s what he had to be, with Opal) and feeling out of control. Because it didn’t matter how calm Lou sounded. Berlioz knew his masks. He knew the voice he used when he needed to take care of things, because he used it all the time when he was trying to take care of Berlioz. 
But it didn’t quite fit, did it, when Lou was asking-- without asking-- for Ber to take care of him. 
“Yeah, I know,” said Berlioz. He hesitated-- wondering if mentioning his app would be reassuring or if Lou would just think it was weird of Berlioz to do that, if he’d misconstrue it and think Ber was… overly worried or… thought Lou couldn’t control himself. And so Ber didn’t mention it. “It’s no worry. Simba won’t mind, and you know-- I mean, we love Opal, he’ll be excited to see her. We just got to make sure Ashlee knows first, that’s all. But ah, yeah, that’s-- it’s fine. Come on over when you need, that’s plenty of time.” 
TOULOUSE: “Oh,” Lou murmured, mostly to himself. The surprise was clear in his voice. He assumed his family just liked to pretend he wasn’t a werewolf. Lou didn’t fault them for it. He, himself, liked to pretend he wasn’t a werewolf most of the time. There was a slim possibility that Berlioz somehow knew this some other way, but—
Toulouse knew his brother better than that. For a moment, he forgot his worry as his heart softened. Reaching up, he pulled Belle’s cardigan off the hook, clutching it in his hand for a moment. 
At least, this was not uncertain: that Opal would have somewhere to go and be safe tonight. For now, that was all that could matter. 
“Alright. I’ll—keep you informed of what is going on, oui? And when we are leaving the hospital.” 
BERLIOZ:  Ber supposed this meant he needed to be getting out of bed now. 
That was alright though. He was up now-- and there were things for him to do that he didn’t mind doing. Talking to Simba, getting Ashlee on the phone… he’d probably have to go up and prep a room for Opal. He wondered how he was supposed to prep a room for a werewolf. Maybe that wasn’t necessary. He wondered about his dogs too-- but if he needed to keep them separated, he’d just take them all up to the top floor. Maybe Ashlee, actually, would like to sleep with them all tonight. It might ease any worry she might have. 
Ber knew more thoughts and questions would occur to him the more time passed, but like Lou himself, at least it was better than thinking about Belle, possibly in danger at the hospital. 
Lou said she’d recover though, Ber reminded himself as he swung his legs out of bed. And because Lou was his big brother, Ber believed him. 
“Yeah, just text me, I’ll have my eye on my phone. Um-- tell-- tell Belle when you see her that I love her, eh? And we’re all thinking of her.” 
TOULOUSE: Lou wished he could ask his brother to stay on the phone, just a bit longer. Just until he was done packing, just until he was at the hospital, just until Belle was out of surgery and Hades came to fetch him. The bargaining got further and further, which is why Lou couldn’t ask at all. His brother had things to see to. Lou had things to see to. 
And Lou was already asking enough of Ber. 
So, he swallowed and gently folded Belle’s cardigan, holding to his chest for a moment before placing it in the bag and moving towards the bathroom. 
“Yes, of course,” Lou told him with a little absent-minded nod. “I will let her know. À bientôt.” 
And then, he was alone again. He took a breath and continued his march. There were more items to check off of the list.
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Dog Days are Over VII || [Toulouse + ses parents]
Dated: July 6, 2018
Lou in therapy.
[tw – discussion of suicide]
Rivera: Ah, hello, Mr. and Mrs. Bonfamille, yes? It is nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you from your son. Please, sit down.
Hector: Thank you. [charming smile and shakes Rivera's hand before he sits down.]
Adelaide: Yes, yes, thank you. My, this is a lovely space. [also sits down, pleasant smile]
Rivera: Thank you, I like to think it is welcoming and--cozy.
Toulouse: Cozy is a good word for it.
Rivera: [shakes head at him]
Adelaide: Oh, I think cozy is just perfect. Very intimate, oui?
Hector: [adjusts his own lapel but says nothing else]
Rivera: That's the idea. [smiles at Adelaide] Now, the goal for today is to just--clear the air. Ask any questions that you need answered. Or--say anything that you need to say. Lou also has something to tell you, but we will bring that up towards the end, if everything goes well. Which I'm sure it will. Would either of you like to start? I know you've both seen your son since he came here, but often it is hard to bring up the things that really matter during such visits. And it is important that everyone is on the same page, moving forwards.
Adelaide: Well, I can start--
Hector: Perhaps Lou would like to start-- [same time as Adelaide]
Adelaide: Oh, well-- well, if you would like to, Toulouse.
Hector: I'd just like to hear how he's doing.
Toulouse: Oh, uhm, I'm--alright.
Rivera: Lou.
Toulouse: I'm...good. [clears throat a little] Yes, I'm ready to come...home. [nods a little, glances at his dad and then away again.]
Adelaide: [nods and smiles warmly] Well, that is very good to hear. I'm very ready for you to come home too, we've all missed you. But I am very proud of you, I am, for coming here and-- I just...hope that it's helped. I very badly want to help you Toulouse. I suppose I want to ask if...if there was anything I could do or-- anything I was doing before, perhaps, that made you so unhappy. I thought that you'd want me home more but you seemed so upset with me all the time, I didn't mean-- if there was anything that I was doing that might have drove you away...
Toulouse: Oh, Maman. [reaches over to grab her hand, pulling it into his own lap.] No, it was not--you, there--there was nothing you did. [shakes his head, opens mouth, but he is at a loss for words for a moment.] It was--I am...I am sorry. I did not...I was--a-angry and upset and I...took it out on you. I'm sorry. [kisses her hand] Maman, you--this...it's not...I...[trails off and looks down at his own lap]
Adelaide: Oh, mon beau petit garçon, it's alright! [scooches closer and squeezes his shoulder.] I am your mother, I would much prefer you take out your pain on me than on yourself. [is probably already tearing up like a weak motherfucker get it together adelaide.] It is my job. And I am so sorry, that for so long I didn't do that job. I want you to be able to come to me, Toulouse, for anything at all. Anything.
Hector: [is just kinda lookin' down, lettin' them have their moment]
Toulouse: I-I know. I know that. I did not mean to be so cruel to you, Maman. I hated myself for it.
Adelaide: I forgive you, Toulouse. You needn't hate yourself anymore. There is nothing you could do that would stop my love for you.
Toulouse: [is struggling real hard not to cry] Nor I you, Maman.
Adelaide: Is there anything else I can do to help you? For when you come home?
Toulouse: No, I, uhm. [looks at Rivera]
Rivera: [nods]
Toulouse: Just uhm, I would like...things to...be normal. I-I don't...I don't...want things to be...strange. I am...still--myself.
Adelaide: Normal. Well, I think we can do that, oui? [smiles at him and brushes at his hair] Though I have been helping Nounou with the cooking so perhaps that is one thing that can be not so normal too
Hector: You? Cooking?
Adelaide: Yes, Hector, my duck is very adequate.
Hector: Ah.
Toulouse: Berlioz told me it is edible. [raises his eyebrows at his father]
Hector: [chuckles a little] Well, I will believe it when I have tasted it myself
Adelaide: Well. You are always welcome to stay for dinner, Monsieur. [polite and yet very piercing smile at him]
Toulouse: [is now v uncomfortable bc he's not an idiot]
Rivera: Mr. Bonfamille, or uhm--do you have a-a title or something I should call you by? I think Lou told me once...
Toulouse: Dèputè.
Rivera: Dèputè Bonfamille, then, do you--have anything you would like to ask? You seem to be a man of few words. Is it safe to say your son gets that from you?
Hector: [smiles at Rivera] Ah, well, you'll find I have quite a lot to say in certain settings during the appropriate times. Whether or not Lou feels the same way, I could not say-- I do not speak for my son. But I like to think that he is a very smart and confident man, who comes across very well in many different environments. I-- it was...shocking to me, to hear what he'd tried to do. [looks down at his lap for a brief moment.] I've told him this. I didn't-- I didn't see it coming. I still don't really understand it, I...I do not want to push you, Lou, but...I do feel a little...[slightly quieter and more awkward, that confidence having drained over this mini-speech] ...lost. With all this.
Toulouse: [is visibly uncomfortable at this speech]
Rivera: It is understandably shocking, many times. People tend to not notice, especially if they do not see someone everyday--
Toulouse: Yes, it is not your fault, Père.
Rivera: Do you think you might be able to elaborate on what you mean by lost? Lou is willing to answer your questions. That is why we are all here.
Hector: I... well. [frowns] I just...I suppose I thought we had a very good relationship. We-- talked often, and we had good conversations and I always-- I know I am often busy and I cannot see you as much as even I would hope, but I do try to be available, if at least by phone or email so-- to me, it seemed like...everything was...fine. Until of course, we first learned of your alcohol troubles and your general unhappiness. I...I don't know. [sort of lifts his arms in a helpless shrug.] I thought you were doing well and now I don't know what to think. I don't know why you wouldn't have come to me. [actually has tears in his eyes its very sudden same hector im fucked up.] Why wouldn't you have told me you needed help?
Toulouse: [shifts a little and doesn't look at his father bc looks at him crying makes him uncomfortable] Toulouse: [shrugs a little] Toulouse: I didn't tell anyone.
Hector: But why? I don't understand--
Adelaide: Hector...
Hector: No, I--please, I need to know why. I thought we-- I don't know, I suppose I thought we were closer than we were and I just..want to know why.
Toulouse: Why would I tell someone I was going to kill myself, if that was the intention? It would be counterproductive, wouldn't it?
Rivera: Lou. We have talked about this.
Toulouse: What? It is what happened. Or--what would've. Or--It's not like I did any of this to slight any of you. It was not some manipulation. It was not--[huffs]. It wasn't /about/ any of you.
Hector: I know that, Lou, but-- you are smart, you must have known that wanting to kill yourself is not a healthy thought and that having such thoughts meant you needed help from someone, if not me or your mother, then someone else--
Adelaide: Hector!
Hector: What? It makes no sense. I don't understand what went wrong or-- fine, what was it about then?
Toulouse: It's not that simple. [said testily]
Rivera: People who have suicidal thoughts often do not seek help. Regardless of the truth, they feel alone with their struggles. They do not seek help, because they feel there is no help to be sought. All of you love and support, Lou, but his brain often tells him differently. That is why we have therapy. To voice those insecurities and issues and come to realizations and understandings.
Hector: Alright. [pause] Then...how can I help? In the future?
Rivera: Lou?
Toulouse: You are rather...[stops and takes a breath] It is hard, to talk to you. Sometimes. You both--[flicks eyes to Adelaide and away again]--don't...see much. That you...do not want.
Hector: But how can we see it if you do not-- tell us these things in the first place?
Toulouse: [is looking down in his lap, properly chastised]
Adelaide: Hector, please. I am sure Lou has tried to reach out to us. [looks at Lou and is much softer.] I am sorry that I did not see, I-- I want to. I do, I want to know when you're hurting.
Hector: As do I-- of course I do, I am sorry if I ever gave you an impression otherwise, but-- I live in Paris, I cannot-- I need you to talk to me.
Toulouse: [shifts] Toulouse: I...do not talk to...anyone. And I didn't--you wouldn't've seen, Maman. I didn't want anyone to. [looks up at her]. I stopped taking my medicine, and no one knew. I--ruined Sophie's shoppe. I was--so awful to you. [shakes head and looks down again, teary]
Adelaide: Oh, Toulouse. [puts her hand over his own and squeezes] I'm so sorry I did not see. I thought-- I was trying to give you space, I didn't know what you needed.
Hector: [is just frowning]
Toulouse: [shrugs a little] I pushed you away on purpose.
Adelaide: But I should have know better. [voice cracks, lifts her hand to wipe at her tears.]
Toulouse: Why would you have? I have never tried to kill myself before. [laughs humorlessly]
Adelaide: Because I am your mother, and I should know these things. I should know how to help you. [is not laughing, is crying :C]
Toulouse: Maman [voice cracks] it is not that--it is not that simple.
Adelaide: Still, I have failed you Toulouse [wipes at eyes, but is still just cRying] We have failed you, I am so so sorry
Rivera: No one has failed anyone. Lou is sick. It will take a group effort, in the future, to keep something like this from happening again. Blame cannot be put on anyone for--
Toulouse: Toulouse: That is not accurate. I am to blame. I'm sorry Maman, Pere. I didn't--I don't want to be this way. [finally is cryin a little himself]
Hector: [is even tearing up himself, but he reaches over to get tissues for Adelaide bc u know he's a man or w/e] Here, Adelaide. [passes them along] [softer] Lou, no matter what-- you are still our son, and we love you, oui? No matter which way you are or aren't, we will always be here for you and we will always love you.
Adelaide: [is dabbing her eyes and trying not 2 blubber bc it is unladylike] Adelaide: Oui, oui. [after cleaning herself up a bit.] We just-- we want you to try, Lou, that is all.
Toulouse: I know. Toulouse: I want to--try, too. I don't...want--[voice cracks again]--to die.
Hector: We don't want you to die either. We would be devastated.
Adelaide: [nods] Oui. I just, I want you to be okay, mon amor. [pets his hair again]
Toulouse: I know, I know. [leans against his mommy bc he just wants to curl up in her lap] I'm sorry.
~*~*~*~ five minutes later after everyone has stopped crying ~*~*~*~*~
Rivera: Well, I'm glad that we've all reached an agreement: that we want Lou to live, and be happy. Yes?
Toulouse: [nods a lil]
Adelaide: [parents also nod]
Rivera: Now, Lou and I have been working on some of the things he is going to be doing once he is home. One of the most important things is keeping a routine and schedule and structure. After much discussion, we've decided that, while art is a wonderful creative outlet, and certainly something Lou should continue doing as long as he enjoys it, we think it is best that Lou do something a bit...more. [smiles a little] Isn't that right, Lou?
Toulouse: [nods again] Oui.
Rivera: Well, would you like to tell them what you've decided you might like to do?
Toulouse: Go back to school. [is obviously uncomf and a bit nervous]
Rivera: To do..?
Toulouse: Oh, uhm, yes--[rubs palms on his thighs]--uhm...medical school, perhaps. [is finding the wall behind Rivera's head v interesting.]
Adelaide: Medical school? [blinks, is mostly surprised]
Hector: [is also surprised] Oh, well-- that is a wonderful career path, Toulouse, of course we would be happy to support you
Adelaide: Oh-- y-yes, of-- of course, my darling, I just-- I had no idea you found such things appealing
Toulouse: Neither did I, really. [tugs on the front of his hair]
Adelaide: Well, if it is what you want. [smiles and squeezes his leg]
Toulouse: I think...so. I am not entirely...certain.
Adelaide: Ah, well, even if you are not-- you can always try something else. I just want you to be happy and follow your passions as I have been lucky to follow my own. If that is to be a doctor, then you shall be a very handsome, very talented doctor. [beams]
Hector: [nods] You needn't worry about money or any of that. You can take your time if need be.
Toulouse: [after like probably a minute of silence] Toulouse: Thank you. I--appreciate that. Your...support.
Adelaide: [nods] Of course. You always have it, Lou. I know-- you probably...think that I am sad, because I love your art so much. But as long as you still paint when you want to, I am happy for you. [pause] And-- perhaps, a painting for Christmas, oui? For your mother?
Toulouse: Oui, Maman. [kisses her cheek] For you.
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