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[chonaku55]

As usual, except this drabble tree is in English.
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Les chroniques du scelleur - Gilles-Emmanuel, Pierre-Henri-T

Gilles-Emmanuel has always been ambitious, just intelligent enough to be silent and stay by his father’s side. Everyone knows his father's... inclinations. It is why Gilles-Emmanuel has chosen as soon as possible what prize he

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Yenasmatik - The Dresden Files - OMC (Chance)

[ishime]

Family is like popularity, hotness, or money. Either you have it, and you glide through life taking it all for granted, or you don't, and everybody can always smell it on you, somehow. On TV it makes guys broody and cool. In reality, it brands you as a sad loser, and people want all the juicy details of your sob story, but none of your damage.

Fuck off, vultures, Chance thinks, pocking his thumb with a safety pin. Don't even step near my desk. Leave me alone, and mind your own business for once.

Today, just like magic, they do.

les chroniques du scelleur - Daniel/Jean-Marc - PG

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- Do you want to stay for dinner Thursday? Daniel asked softly.
It was unexpected, too unexpected. His heart was quite noisy, but it was something he was used to now. He tried to imagine a dinner with Daniel, but almost flinched at the thought of spending hours with his daughter. Almost because Daniel was intelligent.
- Oh, are you alone?
- Nadira and the kids are invited. I thought we could spend some times together. Well, if you aren’t busy, of course.
- It would be fine, perfectly fine, Jean- Marc said as calm as possible.

les chroniques du scelleur - Jean-Eudes, Grégoire - PG

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- Do you have a minute? Jean-Eudes said.

Grégoire nodded and forced himself to follow slowly his uncle to the library.

Usually, his uncle would rather spend times with his twin sister and then go back to the manor. Grégoire wouldn’t say this change pleased him, especially because of this cold, dark and heavy smoke surrounding this man. He was familiar with his uncle’s remorse. But it was worse today. His uncle turned back to him.

- I saw you with those boys today, d'you know?

Grégoire’s heart missed a beat. A shiver ran down his spine. For a moment, he almost forgot how to breathe.

Re: les chroniques du scelleur - Jean-Eudes, Grégoire - PG

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Beneath them, in the kitchen on the first floor, his mother was brewing some potions for his brother, probably aware of the current discussion. Maybe she asked for it. Maybe she knew. Maybe she had thought he won’t listen to her. Maybe she wanted to give him a glimpse of what it would be like the day Grandfather knew everything. Or maybe it was just bad luck.

- They are classmates, Uncle. We play together sometimes.
- You are playing with a humble and a werewolf?
- This village only has these kinds of people. That is why I was sent here.
- Yes, I recall. I just wanted to ask why you are using your powers in your little games.
- Oh, Grégoire said, forgive me, Uncle. I just wanted to try something.
His uncle frowned:
- What exactly?
- What it feels like to have pets.