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Title: City of Lights
Fandom: RPF/Original??
Characters: Claire Pattinson/Lucas Ulliel
Rating: G
Word Count: 828
Note: A few days ago, pourtant and I were talking about how cute Rob Pattinson and Katie Leung's babies would be. She said she couldn't decide if Rob/Katie baby would be cuter than Rob/Clémence Poésy's baby. I said Rob/Katie's of course, because Clémence can always make babies with Gaspard Ulliel. Thus, these babies are born, literally, individually. We then named them and, being shipper whores, of course we'd pair them up. So, ta-da!
Um, quotes from Paulo Coelho, obviously.
The first time she visited Paris was when she was still in her mum's womb, twenty years ago. Until Claire turned twelve and it became just a little too unbearably embarrassing, her parents would recount the story to anyone who would listen over and over again. The first time her mum felt a kick in her tummy was when they were on top of the Eiffel Tower, watching the setting summer sun. Mum thought that it was a small tummy ache; Dad was the one who cooked lunch that day.
Her parents tried to tell her how she was conceived, once, because apparently they thought it would make a good story. She nearly fainted from the horror.
Paris is never quite the same each time she visits. She remembers following Mum on a business trip, once, when she was six. Everything around her, she thought, was so pretty. There were pretty pictures hanging on pretty walls with pretty people standing around in pretty dresses and clothes. Nothing was prettier, though, than her mother and the smile that was on her face all night as everyone praises her work.
(The cake at the after party was pretty, too.)
At age twelve, some of her friends thought it would be nice to beg their parents for a matriculation present. Dad was more amused than angry when he realised they meant a holiday on the other side of the Channel and not this new toy or that. Nan was a bit upset when her parents (to her own surprise, she must admit) actually granted her wish of going on the trip on her own with her group of mates. The five of them crowded into a tiny room overlooking the brilliant skyline. When everyone else has fallen asleep, exhausted from the pillow war, she sat silently by the window. For the first time that she could remember, she wished these Parisian lights were London ones instead.
Travelling to Paris with Dad is always an interesting event. It's in bad form to order a coffee to go (she could faintly make out the curses under the café keeper's breath, and the devil-may-care glint in her father's eyes), but they do anyway. When she stopped for moments in front of Chanel and Lanvin and Dior, the amusement could not be wiped off of her father's face. "You're channeling your mum," he said as he finished his coffee, surreptitiously guarding his wallet. She shrugged and smirked; if she could get away with it, she would simply wear jeans and a t-shirt to the film premiere.
(She has to admit, though. The Chloé gown did look stunning on her that night.)
To Claire, there is always something unexpected to be found whenever she's in Paris. The beautiful hidden gardens, the unique knickknacks from street vendors, the corner cafés that are perfect for people-watch. There’s this one particular café across the street of the hotel she last stayed, which she visits at once when she has arrived this time. What she doesn't expect this time around is that the note she left behind last time still remained attached to the bulletin board, amidst the sea of French scripts scribbled onto stickies. On it is the one quote that has never escaped her mind since she’s read it: "'To realise one's destiny is a person's only obligation.' Bon chance!"
Claire blinks in surprise as she reads the reply underneath:"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.' Avez-vous votre destin?"
She takes down the note to study the writing even closer, her finger tracing over the words. She smiles to herself as she takes out her copy of The Alchemist, now almost completely worn out from rereads after rereads, and slips the note in to replace her bookmark. As she digs through her bag for a scrap of paper to response in the negative, Claire hears a voice behind her, heavy with accent.
"Paulo Coelho is quite a brilliant man, non?"
"It's not everyday that I see someone quoting him, I'm surprised," she replies, studying her new companion's face. She needs to look away from his blue eyes, she decides, before she falls even faster than she already is.
"Neither do I. It was very refreshing to see your note after all the 'So-and-so was here' types," he explains. She wonders if he realises the effect his smile has on others. Probably not. "Hello, I'm Lucas."
Claire extends her hand to receive his. "I'm Claire," she answers, a little quieter than she has aimed. "Would you like to a cup of tea with me?"
Lucas grins as he takes out his own copy of the brilliance. "Of course, and we can even compare how tattered our books are."
Of all the things she had never expected, Claire would never have thought she would find the beginning of her destiny in this city. Then again, perhaps she should have seen it coming.
Fandom: RPF/Original??
Characters: Claire Pattinson/Lucas Ulliel
Rating: G
Word Count: 828
Note: A few days ago, pourtant and I were talking about how cute Rob Pattinson and Katie Leung's babies would be. She said she couldn't decide if Rob/Katie baby would be cuter than Rob/Clémence Poésy's baby. I said Rob/Katie's of course, because Clémence can always make babies with Gaspard Ulliel. Thus, these babies are born, literally, individually. We then named them and, being shipper whores, of course we'd pair them up. So, ta-da!
Um, quotes from Paulo Coelho, obviously.
The first time she visited Paris was when she was still in her mum's womb, twenty years ago. Until Claire turned twelve and it became just a little too unbearably embarrassing, her parents would recount the story to anyone who would listen over and over again. The first time her mum felt a kick in her tummy was when they were on top of the Eiffel Tower, watching the setting summer sun. Mum thought that it was a small tummy ache; Dad was the one who cooked lunch that day.
Her parents tried to tell her how she was conceived, once, because apparently they thought it would make a good story. She nearly fainted from the horror.
Paris is never quite the same each time she visits. She remembers following Mum on a business trip, once, when she was six. Everything around her, she thought, was so pretty. There were pretty pictures hanging on pretty walls with pretty people standing around in pretty dresses and clothes. Nothing was prettier, though, than her mother and the smile that was on her face all night as everyone praises her work.
(The cake at the after party was pretty, too.)
At age twelve, some of her friends thought it would be nice to beg their parents for a matriculation present. Dad was more amused than angry when he realised they meant a holiday on the other side of the Channel and not this new toy or that. Nan was a bit upset when her parents (to her own surprise, she must admit) actually granted her wish of going on the trip on her own with her group of mates. The five of them crowded into a tiny room overlooking the brilliant skyline. When everyone else has fallen asleep, exhausted from the pillow war, she sat silently by the window. For the first time that she could remember, she wished these Parisian lights were London ones instead.
Travelling to Paris with Dad is always an interesting event. It's in bad form to order a coffee to go (she could faintly make out the curses under the café keeper's breath, and the devil-may-care glint in her father's eyes), but they do anyway. When she stopped for moments in front of Chanel and Lanvin and Dior, the amusement could not be wiped off of her father's face. "You're channeling your mum," he said as he finished his coffee, surreptitiously guarding his wallet. She shrugged and smirked; if she could get away with it, she would simply wear jeans and a t-shirt to the film premiere.
(She has to admit, though. The Chloé gown did look stunning on her that night.)
To Claire, there is always something unexpected to be found whenever she's in Paris. The beautiful hidden gardens, the unique knickknacks from street vendors, the corner cafés that are perfect for people-watch. There’s this one particular café across the street of the hotel she last stayed, which she visits at once when she has arrived this time. What she doesn't expect this time around is that the note she left behind last time still remained attached to the bulletin board, amidst the sea of French scripts scribbled onto stickies. On it is the one quote that has never escaped her mind since she’s read it: "'To realise one's destiny is a person's only obligation.' Bon chance!"
Claire blinks in surprise as she reads the reply underneath:"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.' Avez-vous votre destin?"
She takes down the note to study the writing even closer, her finger tracing over the words. She smiles to herself as she takes out her copy of The Alchemist, now almost completely worn out from rereads after rereads, and slips the note in to replace her bookmark. As she digs through her bag for a scrap of paper to response in the negative, Claire hears a voice behind her, heavy with accent.
"Paulo Coelho is quite a brilliant man, non?"
"It's not everyday that I see someone quoting him, I'm surprised," she replies, studying her new companion's face. She needs to look away from his blue eyes, she decides, before she falls even faster than she already is.
"Neither do I. It was very refreshing to see your note after all the 'So-and-so was here' types," he explains. She wonders if he realises the effect his smile has on others. Probably not. "Hello, I'm Lucas."
Claire extends her hand to receive his. "I'm Claire," she answers, a little quieter than she has aimed. "Would you like to a cup of tea with me?"
Lucas grins as he takes out his own copy of the brilliance. "Of course, and we can even compare how tattered our books are."
Of all the things she had never expected, Claire would never have thought she would find the beginning of her destiny in this city. Then again, perhaps she should have seen it coming.