Francis "Good but Questionable" Bonnefoy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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asgardeventide2012-06-19 07:54 pm
amant) wrote in asgardeventide2012-06-19 07:54 pm
trois: obligatoire français
[It's been awhile since Francis has actually been so bold as to post to the network. It's bad enough that he's commenting on other people's posts for crying out loud. He's been making a fool of himself on a more private scale and that SIMPLY WILL NOT DO. So no--this radio silence has officially been cut off for great justice.
That is hardly the point of why I am here gracing you with my presence! Non, you see-- I am but a man that is seeking out companionship. An activity partner if you will. While I am not a shy man I hardly can indulge in spa days by myself. Imagine that-- myself, just hogging up all the attention with hardly anyone to talk to!
Do tell me that there is someone out there that will save a man from his own?
[Why yes, he is bothering the good people of Asgard for a play date. He needs someone that is unattached to his current dilemmas to take his mind off ofsurly men things. NO HE IS NOT LONELY. NOT AT ALL. Why can't he ask to be rubbed down by a stranger in the company of someone who is a different shade of STRANGER?]
Now, one could say that he's here to philosophize on your ass, or perhaps give love advice since, you know, he's so excellent in maintaining his own personal life. Perhaps he just wants to complain? He is French. It's only natural. However, as the video adjusts and Francis adjusts himself to fit just so into the frame looking mighty dapper today, it becomes clear that this isn't on his agenda. At all.]
My friends; some of you have seen me around and while others have not-- it seems as if Asgard is eagerly accepting more people within its borders, in which I must say hello. Welcome to this ah, surely unique experience.
[rubbing his jaw, he divulges his imaginary audience with a bit of a grin]That is hardly the point of why I am here gracing you with my presence! Non, you see-- I am but a man that is seeking out companionship. An activity partner if you will. While I am not a shy man I hardly can indulge in spa days by myself. Imagine that-- myself, just hogging up all the attention with hardly anyone to talk to!
Do tell me that there is someone out there that will save a man from his own?
[Why yes, he is bothering the good people of Asgard for a play date. He needs someone that is unattached to his current dilemmas to take his mind off of
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[Yeah he's not going to. You weren't all that ashamed when it HAPPENED. Loser.]
France stop hateflirting it's getting him flustered
[and do other things, judging by the heat in his face and ears.]
It's one way to get the blood flowing.
So you do remember what I like, Arthur. I'm impressed! Why you suggest it so freely however is the most shocking.
[s m i r k]
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[mouth hanging open did you really just--did you really--]
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slkdjfa;wkejf;
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dirty--bastard--]
FUCK OFF. Go have your silly... spa... outing or whatever it is! At least I've been doing something useful!
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Stop pretending for once and share a nice afternoon with me! Silly man.
[Besides. He doesn't want to fuck OFF, per ce]
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[no england just stop. just go with France. seriously.]
Ew phone tag.....
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Seeing as I do run the Citadel.
[Yes indeed, he misses bruising them.]
The offer for coffee and tea still stands if you'll take it. See, I'm quite capable of being generous! [preen, preen, preen]
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It's a wonder why you care so much about my physical appearance! Then again, your chest is so stuck out I am surprised you are not tipping forward. You know where I would be. Well, once you are done patting yourself on the shoulder; if that day were to come.
[Fuck you. He's not coming to you-- you come to him. If you even come at all.]
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As if I'd do any such thing. Have fun playing with your meaningless toys.
Ever think you're lonely because you're such a selfish ass? Oh no, excuse me, of course not. The day you're self aware is the day Hell freezes over.
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I hardly appreciate you calling any friends I have met meaningless toys. I do not speak ill of yours, you know. As for the rest-- perhaps I wanted you here because I am not entirely sure where you are, hm?
[Go back to calling him fat. It's easier B(] Plus, the owners of the cafe I frequent might have a fit if I go somewhere else!
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Not like. Not like it's been a while. You're not the center of the bloody universe, you know! What's it matter where I am anyway? Usually people decide to meet somewhere after they agree to meet. We haven't agreed to anything!
[He knows where he's not wanted. :| ]
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I wanted to spend time with you, Arthur! I tried to get you to come with me, did I not? [Don't you argue it, or he'll find you and kick the shit out of you, supposed lovehandles and all.] Idiot... you truly are! Why can you not just spend time with me without it being an act of generosity?
Where are we meeting, then?
[not like he missed you.]
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You anger me with your-- convoluted tripe! It's an act of generosity 'cause it takes pullin' bloody teeth to agree to it! My God. We could have skipped all this if you'd just--said alright let's have coffee and tea then or something!
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What's the cafe you frequent? --B-but I'm not having tea with you just because you broadcast this stupid message! So don't get any ideas. If that cafe is overpriced you can forget it.
... [ghhgslkdjfs staring off to the side]
... Fop.
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I do have some sense in my head. The one. With the bright trim and the staff that leave you alone unless you want them to annoy you. [It's not like he takes everyone to the cafe he goes to you know. Just certain Brits.] Just come! I promise I will keep my ideas entirely to myself, non?
[NOPE NOT A FOP~]
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[Yes, you are a fop, and something doesn't sit right with him even now.]
Oi, I'm turnin' this private like. I've something to ask you.
2/2; private;
time to resolve some feelings.]
What the bloody hell gives you the right--?! To--to say you want to spend time with me--and you used my name no less! [worry not France, he's going somewhere with this] Didn't have to back home! Ought to check your temperature here. God, I've got to pull your teeth and be humiliated to be 'round you in this bloody town, which is worse than usual, 'cause then you bitch and moan about how it's my fault.
Do you know what isn't my fault, Francis? [england hesitates, bites his lip; obviously very conflicted about something. This isn't his usual blustering anger--this is england actually legitimately pressing an issue in real frustration. Yes, he's very serious.]
Should've never bothered to tell you what I-- ... I thought you-- [shudders, scrunches his shoulders and looks away bitterly. He'd honestly rather save pride, but at least he has the presence of mind to properly clarify.] The one bloody fuckin' time you don't chase after me--when I made the idiotic mistake of thinking we're allies-- All you can say to me is--is that you were angry with me for wanting to--to take off my bracelet and-- [Fuck.
Sodding cunts and damn shit fuck and tits.England stubbornly scrubs at the tears in his eyes. His voice takes a quieter, more shaken turn.] Y'pushed me away. Yeah, stayed for a bit I did, wish I hadn't. Should've decked you then and there and left![he sniffs, still trying to hide what's pretty obvious, which is the watery eyes and red nose. No actual tears yet. But oh he's not happy with you France; he's hurt, but at least he's mentioning it at all. Now, his voice sounds rather small, but still just as stubborn. Always have to keep going; he's tough, resilient.
Just hurt.] Not visiting anywhere with you until you apologize--a-and you damn well better, France. You're a bastard but I thought this sort of bollocks was a century an' a half behind us at least. A-and--don't think I don't remember tellin' you I--I trusted you! S'right, I remember-- Stupid fuckin' thing to say if you ask me! Well now I--I honestly don't.
... Not as much anymore.
[flicks his gaze up to France again, features strained and hard, but his eyes say something entirely different. The greens are misty with tears and his brow is knitted in conflict and frustration. Everything he's just said, it hurt to say, to the point that even he couldn't hide it. England's changed during his time in Asgard; he might be happier these days, if one could call it that--less miserable more like--but sometimes he feels it's made him grow soft. To have his emotions on display like this--but, it's clear all of this isn't out of spite. It is what it is.
England turns his face away again, rubs his nose and mutters "bloody fucking hell" remorsefully.]
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There's a lot that France would like to keep to himself. Project what he wanted to be seen, and maybe who he was-- and keep the more private things private. Hard to believe, isn't it? That he'd want well enough not laundered and tidied on the proverbial line. And it never works, not with England. He should dislike you on principal.]
Did you come to me wanting perfection? [Did you think he wouldn't hurt just in the same? That seeing America disappear had set his mind at ease? But he'd come to you, hadn't he? To ease the grief the best that he could. It hurts that any following compassion seems to mean nil; and maybe it leaks through in his intonation.] For someone that knows every speck of dirt on my shoulders you expect too much. We have been through too much together for me to smile and nod while you throw yourself away. I reacted harshly, I admit -- and it pains me to see someone like you in the state you are in but did you ever... for once think, that I reacted because I was scared?
[The confession makes him look vastly uncomfortable. His pride is just as bad as England's. They'd get along better if it wasn't set in stone. France's lips thinned as he watched the man on the screen for a second. It doesn't do good so he looks away. Everyone expected him to be that oily snake in the weeds, wiggling away. England certainly did-- and usually he did have a certain way with words, and he was good at compassion, and soothsaying. Until it breached into something deeply personal where it couldn't be idealistic or unattached.]
You were not the only one to lose Amerique! I did, as well. And then you come to me... You come to me and say that you do not want to be here anymore either. So I lose you as well-- [Even if it had been temporary, and maybe by now he wishes England had just broken his nose for the hundredth time. Taking temperatures? Perhaps it was Arthur's turn to go see the doctor and maybe they're both too broken to fit right now.]
I do not throw myself upon you because it is amusing. [It's his own way of saying that like it or not, he needs England there. Or just needs.] I am your ally. We fight, but that does not mean I hate you, or wish to humiliate you-- and I thought that after all this time you knew!
[He's not saying that what he did was right. Just get that out there right now, he's not. But he's hinting that their relationship was never meant to be sunshine-- they were who they were. They would fight, and take offense, and fight some more before going to the other for support.]
Perhaps I wished to see you to make amends-- Or, heaven forbid I missed you.
[Clearing things up was never meant to be done like this.]
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Would've, being the key word.
His frustrations and--and everything else--they bubble up and boil over bitterly. He speaks now through nearly clenched teeth and a high, sharply focused voice--the one he uses when publicly slinging authority.]
Oh, that's enough. You didn't know, you wouldn't have if I'd not said a thing. Please! [he sneers and laughs in complete disbelief.] Hah! You'd not be caught dead saying any of this! I can tell you right now I'm not falling for it, not a bit! [He laughs again, running a hand through his hair. It's a very neurotic laugh and it's a good thing this feed is private because anyone else might worry for his sanity if they heard it.] I admit I did make a mistake coming to you before I took that bracelet off--and it's not one I'll ever make again. You see, even America was of far greater benefit to me than you. Now that's saying something!
[england's eyes narrow into thin green slits. He'll push what tearing feelings he might have away and replace them with his pride for strength and resilience; and righteous indignation. The look on his face is one of skewed triumph.]
You're nothing but a liar--a sad, manipulative liar--and I want nothing more to do with you.
not that i -want- to press enter here but.
[Seething, he leaned back and got a good look at him. Why isn't he surprised that every little thing he would admit would just be thrown back in his face. Strangely enough, he's breezing past fair enough. He'll kick himself later, or perhaps he won't pride considered.]
What would you have done if I merely said "I'm sorry", England? Laugh at that as well? You have always been a brick wall and I can boldly say that we are now even. You came to me. I confessed to you.
It did no good.
[He masks any hurt with his own steely look. You can kiss his ass all the way to Tuesday.]
You wouldn't be caught dead admitting that you trusted me, and yet here we are after the fact. Just remember that, ouais?
[He's tired of arguing with you. Of defending himself and his intentions and he's done it far too long. And he knows it's reciprocated. Shaking his head, he reached for the feed, and maybe he sounds honest when he does say he's sorry, but he doesn't leave room for argument this time around. Before he can tell himself it's stupid, and that he's essentially ending something he needs because like HELL Arthur is coming around after this mess he turns off the link.]