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‘ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝

𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 . ’

#after a year and a goddamn half! a new graphic! #🌹 * — promo . #anime rp #fantasy rp #video game rp #fe3h rp #fire emblem rp #genshin impact rp #jjba rp

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No one would rightly call Manon a teller of harsh truths; the implication that she’d done so in an attempt to comfort brings a flush to her cheeks. There’s an impulse to withdraw the hand on his shoulder, to play it off as casual and unembarrassed (realistically, of course, her fidgeting would give her away at once, if her face or the speed of her hand wouldn’t have already.) She titters nervously.

(The hand is still on his shoulder. She is beginning to think about when it should be removed. It suddenly occurs to Manon that she’s known the same people her entire life.)

At least he seems to be feeling better.

“Oh, please don’t wait up for me. Everyone will have gone home by the time I finish.” A joking exaggeration, but the underlying doubt is easy enough to pick up on. “And… I’ll have you know, your company is some of the best I’ve had in this race.”

With a gentle squeeze, she finally draws back.

At every turn, a crushing weight pushes him down, and while uncertainty lingers omnipresent in the corners of his mind he keeps pushing forward. What choices did he have? To be blissfully unaware of the true purpose, to chase only after money. . .Freedom beckons him with the lingering hope that one day he'd walk, that one day his past wouldn't linger in the dark threatening to swallow him whole, that one day maybe his father wouldn't look at him with such disgust.

The touch of comfort startles the blonde for a moment, his head turning to glance as he acknowledges it before he looks up to the brunette behind thick lashes. Perhaps she didn't think that her words provided any solace, but a faint chuckle leaves Johnny, his head shaking.

❝⸻You ain't gonna fill me with a bunch of bullshit, huh? Guess I can respect that. . .Knowin' that at the end, I might not like what find. . .It's not gonna stop me. I think I'm committed to winnin' this thing. ❞ To have a goal, a purpose. . .It escaped him for a long time, only god himself knowing how many bottles of liquor Johnny chased to silence those feelings of uselessness. He found it in this journey, and he'd be damned if he'd give up. Didn't make things easier, but at least he had something to fight for. ❝. . .And I wanna see ya there too. You've been very kind, I appreciate it. I know I'm not the best company but we are like-minded, and not bad people. . .It counts for somethin', somewhere, I'm sure. ❞

#🌹 * — ic . #🌹 * — verse : steel ball run . #spunnails #the pickins are So slim and manon is lonely but he doesnt need to know all that L O L

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If Manon was talking to one of her sisters, or a close friend from back home, she’d begin a familiar routine; offering a handkerchief, perhaps dabbing at their eyes herself (especially with Mélanie), stroking their hair, coaxing out just enough words to feel better about whatever is troubling them. Oftentimes, they end up helping themselves to a hug. But this is a man she doesn’t know well enough to get so very cozy—she doesn’t even have a handkerchief on her at the moment.

She can only answer the sniffle with a noise of sympathy and distress, at first. Then, slowly, Manon lays the lightest of hands on his shoulder (so light, it’s poised to draw back at the first sign of displeasure.)

“I think it matters. Nothing gets better by just accepting the state of things.”

“Well, it doesn’t always work out in the end, of course. And, I mean, there’s only so much one person can do, so I suppose the key is accepting that you can’t change every—hm.” Oh, dear. She’s tripped beyond recovery over her words.

“This isn’t helping, is it?”

𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. ▓ ❛  Does it really have to be like this ?  ❜ @parfumeuses

❝ I ask myself the same thing sometimes. ❞ Johnny responds with a soft voice, icy-blues downcast at the receding sunset, his hands resting in his lap. ❝ But. . .I guess the more important question is if THAT even matters. ❞ He attempts to chuckle but it comes off as more of a dry wheeze, his nose burning slightly as his hands lift to rub at his eyes before they return to his lap, the tears that stirred momentarily wiped away before he glances back to Manon. ❝ Long as we don't give up. . .it'll have to workout, right ? ❞

#🌹 * — ic . #🌹 * — verse : steel ball run . #spunnails #manon (internally): my emotional support sister training didnt prepare me for this!!

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(from left to right) liliane, mélanie, lucie, manon

#🌹 * — ooc . #the paintings called plotting mischief ! #its cute and younger-faucher-girls-coded 2 me

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‘Oops! All Cinderella’ edition

Are We Sensing A Pattern

the template, just for u !

#🌹 * — dash game . #top right represents the charles perrault version #bottom right is the prokofiev ballet specifically !

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Are We Sensing A Pattern

the template, just for u !

#🌹 * — ooc . #🌹 * — dash game . #i narrowed it down to two versions of cinderella lol

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manon IS a mom friend Not in a judgemental busybody way but a ‘i have ibuprofen in my purse if anyone needs it’ way

#🌹 * — ooc . #tbd #she may have been a teensy bit parentified w her younger sisters. just a smidge

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In truth, she’d hoped that would be his choice; not just for a similar preference in atmosphere, but Manon also prefers to steer well clear of anywhere men gather in numbers to spend their idle hours. Especially in places without much to do.

“I’m inclined to agree. The hotel it is, then.”

(She fights back the urge to fuss over this extremely recent acquaintance, but honestly! He should have brought a jacket!)

The question elicits a soft laugh, which makes her cover her mouth with the tips of her fingers out of habit. It’s a prim little gesture born out of a mild insecurity.

“I’d rather keep my hopes grounded in reality.” If only in this regard. “Something that won’t make me sick will do. Maybe a pinch of flavor, if they can spare it.”

The brunette's response pulls a smile to Johnny's lips, though it's faint, it's clear his mood had gradually shifted to something akin to neutrality. At her question he hums softly, a hand moving to rub at the back of his head as the other guides the wheel of his wheelchair forward.

❝⸻Honestly. . .I think the hotel's restaurant is ideal. The saloon is loud and. . .I think I'd rather be somewhere quiet. If that is alright with you ? ❞ The hand at his nape moves back to meet his other wheel. ❝ I wonder if they'll have any soup. I probably should've grabbed a jacket from my satchel bag before waiting around for Gyro but. . .Didn't think I'd be out here this long. I wager the soup will help me feel like myself. . .Anything in particular that you'd like to have?❞ Baby blues drift back to Manon as he does his best to be personable, his hands guiding his wheels in the direction of the hotel.

#🌹 * — ic . #🌹 * — verse : steel ball run . #vialaviolenza #every time u reply johnnys tag sneaks up behind me and assassinates me #rip bug bite tag

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Manon hadn’t been sure what to make of the little glass bottle, but calling it a ‘power’ would never have occurred to her. Rainbow River was sat on a rock when she woke at sunset, silver accents catching the last rays of light. To her half-asleep eyes, it looked like something out of a fairy tale, and therefore was dismissed as a fading dream. It wasn’t until she knocked the thing over that she realized it was, well, real.

It takes Manon a minute to get the joke, disoriented by the abrupt change of subject, and then she considers pretending not to. She might have pretended not to speak English if she hadn’t already demonstrated otherwise.

“H-haha. Ha… ha…”

Her polite (pitying) laughter ends long before his fit does. By the look on her face, you would think she’s being held hostage.

“Oh, I would never,” she says with utter sincerity.

❝. . Yea.❞ A murmur in response, his chartreuse eyes forward as the reins in hand rest loosely. ❝ Like a. . .power⸻It's hard to explain. If something weird happened to you after Devil's Palm, it's likely you acquired a stand. Johnny and I. . we've seen a few. ❞ Gyro's brows furrow in contemplation, recalling Diego, ❝ One of those people. . .they're bad news. . .Not everyone will be, but you can never be too sure.❞ Finally, Gyro glances at her,❝⸻Like I said, take care of yourself out here if you split off after tonight. The only reason I'm offering advice and help is because you helped me. ❞ Gyro grows silent once more before a smile finds his features.

❝⸻I've got a gag for you ! ❞ It comes suddenly, his eyes drifting once more as he smiles, his grills glimmering beneath the sun. ❝ Why did the cowboy adopt a dachshund? ❞ Moments ago he was serious, but now he seems rather high-energy, his torso turning towards Manon. Even before she questions the joke's meaning, and with infectious enthusiasm, he continues, ❝ Because he wanted to get a long, little doggy—Nyoh ho ho!! ❞ A hand slaps at his thigh as he nearly howls in amusement, his head tilting back as he rocks slightly until his excitement dies down. ❝ Don't even think about stealing it. I came up with it on my own fair and square, got it ? ❞ His words harbor some seriousness to them as he glances at her once more as his hands return to the reins. One thing remained clear, these twenty miles were going to be filled with all types of words from the sandy blonde instead of silence.

#🌹 * — ic . #🌹 * — verse : steel ball run . #vialaviolenza #she doesnt appreciate art like johnny does sorry bud

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She'll take the lack of insults regarding her intelligence as tacit admission that she has a point. From the little Manon has seen with her own eyes, Diego Brando is—not absurdly, quite, but impractically proud. In hindsight, she supposes her worry after his and Silver Bullet's health felt like an insult rather than the bare minimum of human decency. God, but he does nothing to invite decency; if she didn't know any better, she'd wonder if he's trying to be unpleasant.

She tries to remember that his attitude says more about him than it does about her, and that helps to cool her head. Then the conversation pivots to murder.

“I'm not killing anyone, let alone for money!” The words escape Manon's lips before she can press them shut, with no concern for volume or looking foolish. She can’t stop a hand from flying to her mouth, either, or her cheeks from blushing. What a positively jejune display.

It seems she misunderstood him, though, because now he’s threatening her life. Sort of.

“You’d really waste your time going after someone with no chance of winning?” It isn’t said in words, but her tone expresses how highly she thinks of that.

A faint hum escaped him as he studied her closely, a single brow lifting at her declaration. He pondered her words, and though there might be a sliver of correctness in what she said, Diego wouldn't readily admit it. The subtle mirroring of his stance, with her hands on her hips, didn't go unnoticed. It was those small details that caused Diego to narrow his eyes, lips pursing slightly as intrigue stirred in his core. However, after a moment, he decided to let the mirroring go, choosing not to address it further—at least for now. Whether it was intentional or not, convincing Diego of that would be a challenge.

❝⸻Disappoints ? ❞ Diego fully turned his body to face Manon. ❝ I wouldn't say that...❞ The blonde trailed off, tilting his head as he removed his helmet, placed it on Silver Bullet's saddle, and proceeded to peel off his riding gloves. ❝ I'm sure you'll make back what you spent to join the competition.❞ His voice dripped with mockery and condescension, though a softness lingered in his expression, casting mixed signals that he was well aware of.

❝⸻What it'll cost you, though... I think we BOTH know that's an entirely different story... A lot of the other riders are willing to kill for that money.❞ Despite the self-doubt that occasionally plagued him, Diego never showed it to another competitor due to loyalties being a luxury he couldn't afford. Everyone was an enemy unless they actively worked with him, and even then he'd likely stab them in the back if needed to be victorious.

❝ Either way... You're here, and you haven't failed out, yet, so I suppose I owe you congratulations. But know if we ever meet out there, you ARE a target. I WON'T let you place higher than me again.❞ Finally, his bare hands wove through his blonde tresses as a gentle sigh escaped him, his loss was a momentary setback and regardless of what it took, he wouldn't repeat it. ❝ I expect the same in return. In fact, I implore it. Winning isn't the same if people don't even try, you know ? ❞

#🌹 * — ic . #🌹 * — verse : steel ball run . #vialaviolenza #manon vc Oh theres something deeply wrong with you

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*double-checks the year the panama canal was completed* SHIT *double-checks oceanic routes out of marseille* FUCK

#🌹 * — ooc . #tbd #doing logistics 4 sbr verse and oh my gooooooodddd #sry manon ur a stowaway for most of this journey #she only brought enough money for a train to le havre #bc surely thats all shell need! Surely ! #liliane faucher your motherfucking life ends in approximately two weeks #(when manon finally catches up to her) #(in fucking san diego!!!)

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fe3h!manon is the poorest manon but shes also the only manon that gets to hit aristocrats with a warhammer

#🌹 * — ooc . #tbd #a little class warfare. as a treat!

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Isabelle Adjani in "Clara et les Chics Types" (dir. Jacques Monnet - 1981).

#🌹 * — faceclaim . #thinks about her. thinks about her. thinks a

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Poor thing, she thinks with a pang of sympathy, he must have had nothing but his thoughts for company all this time. Manon doesn’t know a thing about Johnny, but she gets the feeling that they have more than a habit in common.

“You beat me to it!” she cries good-naturedly. “But yes, I’d love to.” She really would; pleasant company is hard to come by in this race.

“Which do you like the look of better: here, or the hotel?” Both are the only establishments of their kind in this town, and the question is somewhat in jest, as neither looks especially promising.

❝⸻Pleasure's all mine. ❞ Johnny speaks softly, his eyes falling back to his hands as one clamps over the other to stop the picking and though he doesn't speak on it, he vaguely recalls seeing the name. ❝ Ah. . .no. I'd estimate I've been out here before supper so I. . .guess I completely forgot. ❞ Once more he glances up, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. ❝ Would you like to. . .grab something with me? ❞ Maybe dinner would spend enough time, and. . .if not he'd get his own hotel room and find Gyro in the morning and kick his ass.

#🌹 * — ic . #🌹 * — verse : steel ball run . #vialaviolenza #what is this meet cute in my supernatural sports manga LMAO

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face of a woman i would trust with my life (pls dont entrust her with your life it will stress her out So much)

#🌹 * — ooc . #tbd

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He has her on edge with those first ominous words; it’s just the sort of thing you say before you (literally) stab someone in the back in some cliché story. The whole scene plays out in her mind’s eye until Gyro gets to the point, and then she feels a little silly. She lets him finish, staying quiet for a minute or so after. The concern is touching, she supposes, if a little excessive. She’s not so ingenuous as to believe that every death has been an accident, despite the rule forbidding contestants to harm one another. She doesn’t like the looks some of these men give her, either, but for all she knows this man is just a more charming wolf. He’s not even making complete sense.

Devil’s Palm… that was a landmark back in the desert, wasn’t it? Rainbow River appeared the day she slept in its shadow. Her head turns to look at him.

“Er… ‘Stand’?”

Gyro wore a near-permanent smile as he spoke, ❝ Well, let's get moving then. Better to get to town before sunset… plus, it's likely a large portion of contestants are heading there.❞ Gyro remained idle, waiting for her to take the lead. Once she did, he followed atop Valkyrie, the horse trotting with a bit of pep in her step.

❝. . .Hey...❞ As the pair traveled, Gyro's voice lacked its typical joyous undertones, his gaze serious as his attention shifted with a faint frown. ❝⸻I don't want to tell you what to do, and I don't want to seem ungrateful... You're kind, a little too kind. Someone is gonna take advantage of that, and it can get you or your mule hurt.❞ Gyro didn't make much more comment on her mount; it got her by, and that's all one needed in this race. ❝ Like I said, I'm gracious and all but...❞ He tilted his head back slightly, looking up at the sky, ❝ There are people like Dio... Selfish people... they'll try to take advantage of that kindness, especially considering this race has taken a few lives already. I'd hate to see you get hurt. I can tell you're a good person. ❞

It reminds him of Johnny a little bit—perhaps a sliver of naivety laced in their personalities. So quick to help someone, he gets it, and back home he jumps in similar situations, but while participating in the race, he tries to remain closed off, the idealism pushed on Johnny as well. It's not that he wanted to be cold towards people, but he had to put self-preservation over caring for others. He encouraged Johnny to do the same as well, even if it involved himself.

❝ If you keep this up, it's gonna get ugly at some point… Did you get a Stand back at the Devil's Palm? ❞ The inquiry comes without expectation, ❝ I only want to know if you have a way to protect yourself, cause if not… I might have to convince Johnny to let you come with us. I don't think my conscience will be able to rest since you helped me and all. If you want to travel with us, let me know. . .❞ Chartreuse eyes remain on the path ahead, his face rather serious despite being flirty moments ago before they began their trek to town, it just proves how mercurial Gyro could be. ❝Just… Think about it. I don't need an answer right now.❞

#🌹 * — ic . #🌹 * — verse : steel ball run . #vialaviolenza #manon for like 45 seconds: oh fuck this is it— #Uhmmm lets say they introduced themselves earlier in the ride perhaps !

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She only nods sympathetically as he goes on, not missing the anxious fidgeting; Manon has a very similar habit. Recognition washes over her face when he introduces himself—not from his previous career, but the ranking at the end of each stage. He doesn’t quite match the picture she had in her head (she imagined one of those leathery men in Stetson hats) but she decides the name suits the real thing better.

“I’m Manon Faucher. Pleased to meet you.” He might have noticed the name hovering around the bottom of the list of the first twenty racers to finish, when she placed.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” she asks, as though she doesn’t know the answer. If they’re going to wait, she won’t do so on an empty stomach.

As Johnny became aware that the woman hadn't wandered away, his head lifted, faint remnants of shock lingering on his features. She continued to speak, questioning vaguely how long he had been out there. The realization hit him—was it really that obvious, and had he truly been there for that long? Baby blues drifted to the setting sun, his fingers extended to estimate the time—nearly 8:00 pm.

❝ I hadn't even realized it's been this long...❞ Johnny murmured, his hands falling to his lap as his eyes drifted to glance at Manon. ❝ I ah... Maybe you're right. I thought this would be the easiest place for Gyro to find me. He said he had some errands to run, but that he'd be back in a few hours.❞ Clearly, that was a lie. It seemed like the sandy blonde ran on his own time entirely, and while it bothered Johnny, he was aware that Gyro was his own person and didn't owe anything to him at all.

❝ "He always does shit like this... But if I do it, it's 'Johnny where were you,' 'Johnny I've been looking for you everywhere,' 'Johnny I thought you left'... but if I say anything, he laughs it off, acts like I'm the one being audacious. It's. . .god...I'm sorry—You don't even know me and I'm complaining a bunch... My name is Johnny, Johnny Joestar.❞ He tried to smile, but it came off as pained as he picked at his nail polish. ❝ I appreciate the concern... you're very kind, but I think I might be okay. Maybe another hour, and I'm sure he'll show.❞ His body language obviously didn't believe the statement, and still, that pained expression persisted. Why was it that he was always made out to look like a fool like this—ever since the accident.

❝ You're welcome to wait with me if you'd like.❞

#🌹 * — ic . #vialaviolenza #wait they both go by diminutives…. thats kinda cutesy #🌹 * — verse : steel ball run .