Encre - pronounced "oncree" Fallacy - pronounced "falasee" --------------- Encre's POV --------------- I was bored. I had already drawn EVERYTHING in this castle, and I didn't feel like going into the forest and risking everybody's lives. Sighing, I called for Suave. Only two seconds later I hear Suave at the door saying, "Yes monsieur?" I waved before saying, "Pourriez-vous s'il vous plaît la récupération de Bob pour moi?"(Could you please fetch Fallacy for me?) He nodded before disappearing. My face paled as I thought, 'Bon seigneur, je ne suis pas prêt à le voir. Oh dieu, qu'est-ce que je dis? Non, Suave revient avec lui! Ok, Encre joue bien. Vous allez bien ... vous allez bien.' (Good lord, I am not ready to see him. Oh, God, what do I say? Nonono, Suave is coming back with him! Ok, Encre play it cool. You're fine ... you're fine.) I took a deep breath before turning seeing a rather concerned Fallacy standing in the doorway. He said, "Um... are you alright Encre? First you sent for me... then I find you with your head in your hands, distressed. Is there something you would like to tell me? (Fallacy pulling the mom card)" I shook my head rapidly, not wanting him to know I did, indeed, WANT to tell him something, I just couldn't pull up the courage to. I heard a throat being cleared before feeling my chin be turned to look at Fallacy, who was now kneeling at the edge of the bed. He spoke softly, caringly. "Are you okay? I've never seen you like this. It's concerning." I averted my eyes and blushed. He cared about me?! Saint merde....... My fantasy dreams were cut short by deep laughing beside me. "Of course I care about you. Why do you think you're here?" He asked. I just blinked a few times then looked at my hands, who were in my lap. I thought again, 'Je me soucie de toi aussi, je ... je ne peux pas te le dire. Quelque chose de mal va arriver ... Je le sais juste.' (I care about you too, I ... I just can not tell you. Something horrid will happen ... I just know it.) He looked at me caringly, saying "Would you care to join me for dinner later? It's in a few hours...." I nodded cheerfully. "Fantastic," he said, "Suave will be back up to retrieve you when it is time for dinner." With this, he left me sitting on my bed, internally panicking about what to wear to tonight's dinner. Sighing, I fall back into my bed, rubbing my eyes, confused. I look out the skylight above me and just think. I recur upon every choice Fallacy and I had made for us to end up like this. How were we, even? One, hopelessly fallen for the other, who most likely sees them as weak, inferior? Or does he....... no. He can't. Well, technically it could, but that is VERY unlikely. After all, what am I to him but a lesser being?
Later that day
"Monsieur? You'd best be changing for dinner, after all it is in about a half hour," said Suave, again standing in the doorway. "D'accord! Je serai changé et prêt à aller dans le quart d'heure. Merci de m'avoir avisé." (Okay! I will be changed and ready to go within the quarter of the hour. Thank you for letting me know.) Suave bowed, saying "Je vous en prie Monsieur. S'il vous plaît, sonnez la cloche après votre changement, afin que je puisse vous accompagner dans la salle à manger." (you are welcome sir. Please ring the bell after you are changed so I may escort you to the dining hall.) I nodded and smiled as Suave left, closing and locking my bedroom door. I opened my wardrobe door, only to be met by a beautiful royal blue ballroom gown, perfectly sized for my petite frame.
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(that's what it looked like)
It matched my eyes perfectly. I thought, 'Savaient-ils que je dirais oui au dîner? Hmm ... quoi que ce soit. La robe est parfaite pour l'occation et je ne peux pas attendre pour le dîner!' (Did they know that I would say yes to dinner? Hmm ... whatever. The dress is perfect for the occation and I can not wait for dinner!) I slipped on the dress and OH MON DIEU IT WAS COMFORTABLE TOO?! I could move however I pleased and it sat perfectly on my bones.
Wait.
My tattoos.
AHHHH..... Fallacy doesn't know about my tattoos! What do I do??? Umm???? Okay.... It's okay. I'll ask Suave. Whooo. Ok. I rang the bell on my nightstand and Suave entered the room a few seconds later. He spoke kindly, "Êtes-vous prêts à dîner?" (Are you ready for dinner?) I averted my eyes and shook my head slightly. He looked somewhat confused before asking, "Avez-vous besoin de mon aide, alors?" I nodded before pointing to my now uncovered, tattooed shoulders. He just smiled and said, "Ça va. Fallacy ne dérangera pas." (It's okay. Fallacy won't mind.) With this, he motioned for me to follow, and this time I was prepared. We made our way down to the Dining hall, where a handsome, as always, Fallacy stood. He was wearing his usual attire, sitting at the end of the table. Suave, instead of placing me on the other end of the table like expected, placed me in the chair next to Fallacy. Suave bowed and left for Jasper's room (wink wink) Fallacy smiled warmly at me as we began our meal. At what seemed like the blink of an eye, he and I had finished dinner. Huh, I guess we had been talking for... wait. THREE HOURS? I stared at the the grandfather clock with my jaw slack until I heard Fallacy clear his throat. I immediately closed my mouth and looked at him with wide eyes. He looked like he was trying not to laugh, as I blushed and averted my eyes, embarrassed. I mumbled, a quick, "dèsolè..." (sorry...) He just chuckled and held out a hand for me to take, and I did. He pulled me out to the ballroom dance floor. A piano begins playing a beautiful melody, thanks to Suave and Jasper playing a duet. Fallacy pulls me into a waltz and we begin to dance. I was amazed at how elegantly he spun around with me in his arms, just as I was captivated by his eyes as the moon glinted on them. He spun me around one final time before dropping me into a dip. He chuckles before pulling me back up. I pulled him into a hug, and ask him, "Fallacy ... devons-nous nous diriger vers le jardin? J'aimerais visiter avec vous ..." (Fallacy ... shall we go to the garden? I would like to visit with you ...) He nods before picking me up and striding into the garden, where the moonlight made my tattoos more prominent than they had ever been. There was an extravagant courtyard in the center, with flowers decorating a bench. Fallacy carried me past the bench, which confused me. I opened my mouth to tell him, but he shushed me before I could say anything. He laughed at my slightly annoyed and confused face before saying, "You're missing the view, Encre." I finally looked ahead and was captivated by what I saw. The bright, silver moon was shining down on the forest, making the leaves of the trees look silver and gold. I glanced back up at Fallacy and whispered, "Oh... mon... dieu." (oh...my...god.) Looked back down at me and said, "Agreed." We both laughed and Fallacy pulled me closer to his face. We stared into each other's eyes before I cupped my hand around his cheek and pulled his mouth towards mine. He blushed and said in a deeper voice than normal, "I love you, Encre." I just smiled and said, "je vous aime aussi, Fallacy" He smiled back at me and closed the gap between us.
"I love your tattoos, Encre."
--------------- HOLY CRAP GUYS THAT WAS A LONG ONESHOT 1354?!?!??!!
