Clopin loved Mardi Gras. The Feast of Fools was fun, and he dearly loved being the conductor of such a fine circus, but Mardi Gras was a different sort of fun. He didn’t direct the festivities so openly, nor so personally. In fact, many of the attractions came from outside sources- different camps and carnivals brought their own amusements from outside the city, boasting exotic beasts, games and food. Clopin was only needed to make sure everyone respected their own boundaries, then vanished into the crowd
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“Who ever said you were? Boys are instructed in swordplay, while men already know how to handle one. Sadly, I’m no solider, so I’ll ask you to direct the maneuvers from here on out,”
“No, you don’t understand,” Pheobus snapped. “I’m married “I understand that very well,” Clopin asked. “Just as well as I understand what your wife doesn’t have
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I only just rewatched this movie for the first time in like, ever (partly so I could see the appeal of all these HoND prompts ...), and dear sweet lord this was awesome!
Clopin was brilliant--plus, I got to learn some history when I went to look up who Brighelle was--and OMG this is way better than I would've expected, based on a prompt for a movie I'm not screamingly fond of. ♥
“But no, you have to be a man, fresh from war and marriage. With men, I must become creative. The piano-maker can play his piano from the start, but the pianist must acquaint himself with the new tone of each instrument. The keys must be played, the pitch perfected. Men are much the same way. Some are out of tune, but the process of fixing them is pleasurable for everyone. Boys are alright, but I much prefer the men,” Clopin said, his hands sliding all around Pheobus’ body, marking the spaces that made his breathe quicken when his nimble fingers played across it.*dead* That was brilliantly worded, and I love the piano reference--it
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Clopin’s caravan was parked just outside the carnival. His horses were very glad to see him, straining against their tethers to nuzzle his face. He greeted them briefly, then lead Pheobus up the stairs, and inside
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He took his bottle of massage oil out of the cupboard and poured some on Pheobus’ chest. Normally, it was supposed to be heated, but he hadn’t had the time to prepare. Pheobus jolted when the cold liquid connected with flesh, then groaned when Clopin straddled his hips, working the oil into skin and muscle. He worked down, from the shoulders to his sides, focusing to stop himself from grinding on the cock pressed against his ass. Pheobus strained his hips upwards, seeking leverage, but Clopin was seated just far enough not to give him any friction
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Part six FINALLY FINISHED
anonymous
June 9 2010, 14:23:25 UTC
“It’s been an educational experience,” Pheobus admitted, gripping Clopin’s hip to steady him. The gypsy gathered his knees beneath him to quicken his thrusts, bracing himself against Pheobus’ chest. Pheobus’ hips snapped forward, and the shock caused Clopin to cry out
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Re: Part six FINALLY FINISHEDstarsimpulseJune 11 2010, 07:16:52 UTC
okay, this was epic. i haven't seen the movie in years and i adored it. clopin is so cheeky, and just, guh I SHIP THEM LIKE BURNING NOW. *goes off to watch the movie*
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“No, you don’t understand,” Pheobus snapped. “I’m married “I understand that very well,” Clopin asked. “Just as well as I understand what your wife doesn’t have ( ... )
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I only just rewatched this movie for the first time in like, ever (partly so I could see the appeal of all these HoND prompts ...), and dear sweet lord this was awesome!
Clopin was brilliant--plus, I got to learn some history when I went to look up who Brighelle was--and OMG this is way better than I would've expected, based on a prompt for a movie I'm not screamingly fond of. ♥
“But no, you have to be a man, fresh from war and marriage. With men, I must become creative. The piano-maker can play his piano from the start, but the pianist must acquaint himself with the new tone of each instrument. The keys must be played, the pitch perfected. Men are much the same way. Some are out of tune, but the process of fixing them is pleasurable for everyone. Boys are alright, but I much prefer the men,” Clopin said, his hands sliding all around Pheobus’ body, marking the spaces that made his breathe quicken when his nimble fingers played across it.*dead* That was brilliantly worded, and I love the piano reference--it ( ... )
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Scars~... Hmmm.
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Haha, not enough people ship it.
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BANTERY SEX. NNNNGH.
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