˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ ━ ☐ The serenpidity is the ability to make an unexpected discovery by chance. The serendipitist is the person who knows how to take advantage of unforeseen circumstances and, above all, does not allow chance to dominate them.
France, 1963...
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:; I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine ?" - arctic monkeys ☕️
Home of Descamps, 00:19
Arriving at the front door, Joseph let her enter first. She stepped across the threshold, and once inside, she removed her soaked boots on the doormat, releasing a small stream of water with each movement. She was chilled to the bone, just like him.
"Do you want some dry clothes so you don't catch a cold ?" he offered, gesturing towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
Lily-Rose nodded gratefully, feeling the warmth of the house starting to comfort her. "Yes, please."
He led her there and opened the door to a bedroom. She followed her host with some reserve, observing the surroundings with curiosity. There were lace curtains and weathered wooden furniture. It must have been his mother's room.
"I'll find you something dry to wear," he said, opening the doors of a wardrobe next to the bed.
She watched closely as he rummaged inside. Soon, he pulled out a pair of pants and a sweater, simple but comfortable. He handed them to her with a hesitant smile.
"These aren't noble clothes, I'm afraid," he apologized, perhaps worried that she would find them inappropriate.
Lily-Rose took the clothes gratefully. "They're perfect, thank you."
He gave her one last look before leaving her some privacy to change.
She still felt the cold pricking at her, even after removing her soaked clothes. So she began to put on the dry ones, the jeans were a bit too big for her, but she pulled them up with a belt to keep them in place. Then she put on the sweater he had given her, relishing the warmth it provided.
Once done, she left the room and headed to the living room, drawn by a tantalizing scent. Stepping into the kitchen, she found him busy at the stove, preparing two steaming hot chocolates. He handed her a mug.
She took the hot chocolate in her frozen hands and breathed in its comforting aroma. Then she blew gently on the surface to cool the drink before taking a first sip. The hot chocolate was divine, sweet and comforting, exactly what she needed.
"It's delicious, thank you," she said, appreciating the warmth of the drink as much as his company. "Your eyepatch is wet. Does it bother you ?" she remarked, observing him, her cup in hand.
Joseph looked away with a slight embarrassment. "No, it's fine," he replied briefly, preferring to endure the cold from the melted snow rather than reveal what lay beneath.
