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Ambroise
It's getting late, Ambroise thought; maybe I should rest. He thought about it for a while and dismissed the thought. He couldn't dream about them again. The very thought of watching his parents die while he slept as he did many nights, made him want to vomit.
It had been four years since he lost his parents, four years since that very night they had succumbed to the mysterious fever. He couldn't believe it had taken them both in one night, it seemed too cruel. He shook these thoughts, and replaced them with thoughts of Violette. I should go to her, he thought, I know it's late, but I need her. He went to the stables, and saddled his horse, Roman. A fine steed, the only one he could stand to be around for a long amount of time.
He looked up at the stars and sighed. He couldn't remember seeing anything more beautiful. Except maybe Violette, he thought wryly. He had started seeing Violette shortly after his parents died. Always lust; never love. She always seemed to fill a certain hole inside of him. Of course, it never seemed like enough. But then, she never wanted anything more, either. He searched the pub for her; he knew she'd be there, most likely waiting for him to find her. He found her, flirting with the barkeep as always.
"Oh, there you are," she said with a wicked smile on her face. "I've been waiting." He smirked.
"Of course you have. And what do you plan to do with me now that I'm here?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to see how much you need me." She laughed. "Of course you don't believe that."
"Of course not," he said. "You don't do anything unless you want something. And what is it you want now?"
"Oh Ambroise, how silly of you to ask." She leaned in closer, and whispered "You of course. I've already paid for a night at the inn." She trailed her finger down his chest, an open
invitation. He smiled slightly, knowing he would give in.
"Hmm," he said, "I don't see a reason to deny your generous offer. After all, you did go through all this trouble..." He kissed her neck and smiled when he felt her shudder. "Shall we?" He took her hand and led her to the room.
- by Buttstealer |
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- | Submitted on 04/25/2012 |
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- Title: A story of Ambroise Page 1
- Artist: Buttstealer
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Description:
Ambroise: Byronic hero behind a cheerful facade. Scholarly in a renaissance man way, specially dedicated to astronomy. About 26 years old. When his family died he started meeting Violette, whom he considers his vice, yet feels more lust than love towards her. To him, Jacinthe is very innocent and fragile, he likes her but prefers not getting close in fear of harming her. He wants to make a difference in the world through his science, but he really has affection issues.
- Date: 04/25/2012
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