L’amour Est Un Oiseau Rebelle
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castle_perraultFemio awoke to mellifluous song of a morning bird, atop silken blankets within an opulent, yet dusty bedroom.
How peculiar! He had no memory of lying down anywhere but his humble bedroom in the boy's dormitory and indeed, he would have been quite fretful over his lapse in memory, had he not taken a moment to ponder over his circumstances. And after a moment's thought, Femio was able to come to the logical conclusion.
"Monton," Femio announced to his servant, who happened to be there, "There is only one possible explanation for our current situation. The owner of this castle must be one of my many love-struck admirers! So overcome by their passion, they have restored to abducting me during my slumber, and carrying me off to this castle! How tragic it is, that my sinful nature has made them resort to such sinful measures! Oh heaven! Pour judgement upon this sinner!"
There was a pause.
"Master Femio," Monton said, "It seems that your bull has not been abducted along with us."
"Well, that is a dilemma," Femio said. "How am I supposed to repent for my crimes against love without mon mignon Escamillo? But in that case let us part ways for a time while we look for him. I'm sure Escamillo is around here somewhere."
So it was agreed, and after smoothing down his hair and clothes Femio set out thru' the dismal castle hallways.
It took a bit of time, for the castle was vast and the layout seemed quite inconsistent, but eventually he happened to spy someone going about their business. Femio quickly moved into the spot where the light was best and struck a pose (What a pity that Monton and Escamillo were not present to aid him!) and called out a greeting:
"Bonjour, mon amour! Are you the master of this castle?"
How peculiar! He had no memory of lying down anywhere but his humble bedroom in the boy's dormitory and indeed, he would have been quite fretful over his lapse in memory, had he not taken a moment to ponder over his circumstances. And after a moment's thought, Femio was able to come to the logical conclusion.
"Monton," Femio announced to his servant, who happened to be there, "There is only one possible explanation for our current situation. The owner of this castle must be one of my many love-struck admirers! So overcome by their passion, they have restored to abducting me during my slumber, and carrying me off to this castle! How tragic it is, that my sinful nature has made them resort to such sinful measures! Oh heaven! Pour judgement upon this sinner!"
There was a pause.
"Master Femio," Monton said, "It seems that your bull has not been abducted along with us."
"Well, that is a dilemma," Femio said. "How am I supposed to repent for my crimes against love without mon mignon Escamillo? But in that case let us part ways for a time while we look for him. I'm sure Escamillo is around here somewhere."
So it was agreed, and after smoothing down his hair and clothes Femio set out thru' the dismal castle hallways.
It took a bit of time, for the castle was vast and the layout seemed quite inconsistent, but eventually he happened to spy someone going about their business. Femio quickly moved into the spot where the light was best and struck a pose (What a pity that Monton and Escamillo were not present to aid him!) and called out a greeting:
"Bonjour, mon amour! Are you the master of this castle?"
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Date: 2016-04-01 06:43 am (UTC)The aid of his servants was not required; the glass-less windows allowed in not only air, but drifting petals from the garden's flowers on the wind. (This struck them as odd, since there wasn't much wind or many flowers easily losing petals last time they'd seen.)
They eyed the young man holding a Mettaton-like posture, deciding to act by mimicking him, and solemnly replied:
"...no."
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Date: 2016-04-04 08:54 pm (UTC)And speaking of attraction... Femio noticed the child's mimicry of his posture and his momentarily nonplussed state would be visible on his countenance, before he smiled.
"Ah!" he said, "I see your admiration extends even to mimicking my movements. How charming! And yet," and suddenly he dropped to his knees, pressing an anguished hand to his anguished forehead, "How sinful of me, to induce you to follow in my torturous footsteps! I would call upon the heavens to rain retribution upon me, at this very moment-! But I'm afraid I must sin further, and put that aside for the moment.
"Please," he said, extending his hands in supplication, "You must tell me where to find the master of this castle, so that I may speak with them! It isn't right that they should have felt forced to kidnap me, and I simply cannot stay here to be loved by only one person!"