There has been a lot of poetry written in chalk all over the walls and sidewalks of my University and its causing a lot of heads to turn and go "Oh, how cute". the culprit is has not been caught -yet- although he's been seen writing one of his works wearing black shirts, pants, and hat, other than that no one else knows much about him
( ... )
always for the first time 1/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 08:21:44 UTC
He walked this way home every day, sometimes with Alfred and sometimes alone. Past the library that Matthew spent most of his time in, which Alfred was always get hushed and thrown out from for being himself. Usually there was not much to note, save the same scenery, but as of late, there had been increasing amounts of vandalism of the most benign sort. Someone had gone and spread random acts of romance around the campus. Red roses were left at doors, and bits of poems found pressed in books on ripped pieces of paper, and pinned to the bulletin boards. Matthew studied the sidewalk. In pink started a line of words. It was written in an elegant hand, even if some of it had smudged and been rubbed away. Footprints trailed in colored chalk up the campus sidewalk.
Today he was with Alfred as he noted them. As always, Matthew paused to read them. This only caused his brother to notice, and in turn scoff over such notes.
"French? Why would anyone write it in French? No one reads French anymore
( ... )
always for the first time 2/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 08:23:48 UTC
*
On the way home, Matthew noted a new poem drawn out on the walls. He lingered a while, this time Alfred was too busy elsewhere to hurry him along.
I have dreamed so much of you that you lose your reality is there still time to reach that living body and kiss on that mouth the birth of the voice which is dear to me
Just below it was another fragment. He traced over it with his fingers, purple chalk dust clinging to his fingertips.
the closer I come to you In reality The more does the key sing in the door of an unknown room where you appear to me alone
Someone was being serenaded, or maybe it was several people. All the girls spent a great deal of time between classes giggling amongst themselves and trying to figure out who was doing it, and who it was aimed at.
Maybe it's Francis Bonnefoy they said in whispers and hopeful smiles. Matthew would let his attention linger on their gossip for a moment after that mention. Francis Bonnefoy was given to all sorts of romantic gestures, but he was also narcissistic. He'd not be hiding
( ... )
always for the first time 3/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 08:26:07 UTC
Francis sighed and chugged another round of beer. "Je ne comprends pas! How can he miss it? Do I have to break into his house and write his favorite poems over his walls? Do I have to spray paint Francis Bonnefoy Loves Matthew Williams over the walls?"
"Hey, don't look at me," Gilbert said. "I told you, fuck his brains out against the wall and he'll get the picture."
"As tempting as that scenario is beginning to sound, I want to woo him over with my superior French skills," Francis said. "It is my honor that is at stake here."
"Screw romance! And especially screw your damned honor! Besides, it works a lot better. Lizzie and I have great sex, thanks for asking," Gilbert said.
"I know, mon ami. We share a wall and I hear all of your great sex nearly every night. Often I have 'celebrated' with you in my own room."
Gilbert laughed. "You fucking French bastard. You wish you could have as awesome a time as Lizzie and me have
( ... )
always for the first time 4/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 08:27:50 UTC
*
"He wrote back!" Francis said. He sighed happily. All was well in the world. Also, the wine helped.
"You're such a girl, Francis. And for the record I say you still should've just fucked him against the wall," Gilbert grumbled.
Francis was too caught up in his happy reverie (where he may have very well been fucking Matthew against a wall) to notice.
"Seriously though, man. Why are you after Matthew freaking Williams? Do you have any idea how long it took for me to realize who you were even talking about? The kid is like a fucking ghost."
"He loved Valéry and Char, his hair was so very silky and his French was so very cute..." Francis said, his voice taking a dreamy edge.
"And? It's not like he's the only French speaking bastard around here. There's that one blond chick - whatsherface-"
"Ah, her...she screams when she comes," Francis said, breaking into a smile at the memory. "Though she has a brother complex, and was even a little too kinky for me."
"What the hell? Is that even possible?"She wanted a threesome, her brother
( ... )
always for the first time 5/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 08:33:23 UTC
They snuck from window to window, but the results were alas, far less interesting than the first window. Most of them remembered to close their blinds, or were simply not in the dorm. However, one room in particular had forgotten to close them. Alfred was in nothing but a very tight set of briefs emblazoned with the American flag, and he was dancing to Lady Gaga. He swivelled his hips, and grabbed his crotch to the repeated line of po-po-poker face
"..this is amazing. I wish we had a video camera," Gilbert said.
"Oh, there you are Matthieu~" Francis said.
Matthew was sitting on his bunk bed, rolling his eyes and saying something to Alfred they couldn't hear over the music. Snuggled under the covers next to him was something brown and distinctly fuzzy.
"Is that a...teddy bear?" Gilbert said incredulously.
always for the first time 6/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 08:35:04 UTC
They shuffled out, and Francis pushed the window open. He slipped in, turned on a small flashlight and put it in his mouth while he set to work. Thankfully, Alfred and Matthew's bags were easy to tell apart. For one, Matthew's was the one which had a small stuffed bear keychain attached to the zipper, while Alfred's was covered in the logo of his favorite sports team. In his small pool of light, Francis opened it up and found just the textbook he'd been looking for. He hastily shoved in the note he had prepared.
Then he pulled himself back through the window.
"Hurry and have her turn them back on! I don't want to help him along to have some romantic candlelit dinner in that Miguel's bedroom," Francis hissed
( ... )
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 10 2010, 14:05:55 UTC
Read this just for ninja!poet Francis. Ended up loving everyone. So. Much. Giggle-fit. XD Francis's going "how can he be so DENSE DX" inspired a great many lols, as did Gilbert's utter lack of anything helpful to say. Oh boys. <3
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 10 2010, 21:57:57 UTC
Aw, this was so cute and hilarious! I loved the characters' interaction -- France and Gilbert, maaan, bffs are just so useful with their 'advice' (and the mention of Hungary was great, too). Great job author!anon.
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 11 2010, 04:03:16 UTC
OH my this is GOLDEN. I've been needing Franada like a burning for a long time. And you've got some wonderful lines! Pfff "oh, you will be..."
Of course, what made me laugh loudly and inappropriately was probably Francis had flirted with a very perplexed custodian. Hahahahahahha OH yeah, I can see that. I can see that VERY well.
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He walked this way home every day, sometimes with Alfred and sometimes alone. Past the library that Matthew spent most of his time in, which Alfred was always get hushed and thrown out from for being himself. Usually there was not much to note, save the same scenery, but as of late, there had been increasing amounts of vandalism of the most benign sort. Someone had gone and spread random acts of romance around the campus. Red roses were left at doors, and bits of poems found pressed in books on ripped pieces of paper, and pinned to the bulletin boards. Matthew studied the sidewalk. In pink started a line of words. It was written in an elegant hand, even if some of it had smudged and been rubbed away. Footprints trailed in colored chalk up the campus sidewalk.
Today he was with Alfred as he noted them. As always, Matthew paused to read them. This only caused his brother to notice, and in turn scoff over such notes.
"French? Why would anyone write it in French? No one reads French anymore ( ... )
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On the way home, Matthew noted a new poem drawn out on the walls. He lingered a while, this time Alfred was too busy elsewhere to hurry him along.
I have dreamed so much of you
that you lose your reality
is there still time to reach that living body
and kiss on that mouth the birth
of the voice which is dear to me
Just below it was another fragment. He traced over it with his fingers, purple chalk dust clinging to his fingertips.
the closer I come to you
In reality
The more does the key sing in the door of an unknown room
where you appear to me alone
Someone was being serenaded, or maybe it was several people. All the girls spent a great deal of time between classes giggling amongst themselves and trying to figure out who was doing it, and who it was aimed at.
Maybe it's Francis Bonnefoy they said in whispers and hopeful smiles. Matthew would let his attention linger on their gossip for a moment after that mention. Francis Bonnefoy was given to all sorts of romantic gestures, but he was also narcissistic. He'd not be hiding ( ... )
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"Hey, don't look at me," Gilbert said. "I told you, fuck his brains out against the wall and he'll get the picture."
"As tempting as that scenario is beginning to sound, I want to woo him over with my superior French skills," Francis said. "It is my honor that is at stake here."
"Screw romance! And especially screw your damned honor! Besides, it works a lot better. Lizzie and I have great sex, thanks for asking," Gilbert said.
"I know, mon ami. We share a wall and I hear all of your great sex nearly every night. Often I have 'celebrated' with you in my own room."
Gilbert laughed. "You fucking French bastard. You wish you could have as awesome a time as Lizzie and me have ( ... )
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"He wrote back!" Francis said. He sighed happily. All was well in the world. Also, the wine helped.
"You're such a girl, Francis. And for the record I say you still should've just fucked him against the wall," Gilbert grumbled.
Francis was too caught up in his happy reverie (where he may have very well been fucking Matthew against a wall) to notice.
"Seriously though, man. Why are you after Matthew freaking Williams? Do you have any idea how long it took for me to realize who you were even talking about? The kid is like a fucking ghost."
"He loved Valéry and Char, his hair was so very silky and his French was so very cute..." Francis said, his voice taking a dreamy edge.
"And? It's not like he's the only French speaking bastard around here. There's that one blond chick - whatsherface-"
"Ah, her...she screams when she comes," Francis said, breaking into a smile at the memory. "Though she has a brother complex, and was even a little too kinky for me."
"What the hell? Is that even possible?"She wanted a threesome, her brother ( ... )
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"..this is amazing. I wish we had a video camera," Gilbert said.
"Oh, there you are Matthieu~" Francis said.
Matthew was sitting on his bunk bed, rolling his eyes and saying something to Alfred they couldn't hear over the music. Snuggled under the covers next to him was something brown and distinctly fuzzy.
"Is that a...teddy bear?" Gilbert said incredulously.
"Hush up! It's adorable," Francis said ( ... )
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They shuffled out, and Francis pushed the window open. He slipped in, turned on a small flashlight and put it in his mouth while he set to work. Thankfully, Alfred and Matthew's bags were easy to tell apart. For one, Matthew's was the one which had a small stuffed bear keychain attached to the zipper, while Alfred's was covered in the logo of his favorite sports team. In his small pool of light, Francis opened it up and found just the textbook he'd been looking for. He hastily shoved in the note he had prepared.
Then he pulled himself back through the window.
"Hurry and have her turn them back on! I don't want to help him along to have some romantic candlelit dinner in that Miguel's bedroom," Francis hissed ( ... )
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Thank you for your comment ♥
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The quips were hilarious and made my day. I should like to recite poetry and serenade you badly sometime. :3 Please let me know when you're free!
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I'm always free~ Thank you for your sweet comment ♥
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Thank you!
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Of course, what made me laugh loudly and inappropriately was probably Francis had flirted with a very perplexed custodian. Hahahahahahha OH yeah, I can see that. I can see that VERY well.
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That was a fun line to write XD Oh, Francis.
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