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princessofpatras · 3 months
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Sneak Peek of LYKMC Chapter 14
Auguste didn’t emerge from his room again until Friday evening. Laurent was curled up on an armchair in the library with a book in hand when Auguste clamored down the stairs in his boots. He always made so much noise. Laurent had grown used to a quiet house in his absence. It was still jarring every time Auguste crashed through the house like he wasn’t afraid to be heard.
Laurent caught a glimpse of him through the open doorway as he dashed through the foyer—just a tall blur of denim and worn black leather, and a flash of tousled golden hair. He might have been wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but it was hard to tell. Ever since he’d found it in the attic Auguste wore that motorcycle jacket like a second skin.
He heard the front door burst open—
“Auguste.”
—and close again.
“Uncle,” Auguste said, sounding chastised. “I was just heading out.”
“Where are you going?” Uncle’s tone was smooth and light, but slippery like ice. Laurent sensed the danger in it, even if Auguste did not.
“Just out with Jord,” Auguste answered as Laurent crept up out of his chair and peered around the doorframe.
Auguste’s back was to him, one hand still gripping the handle of the front door. Leaning against the back of the couch in the living room with his ankles crossed was Uncle, regarding Auguste over the rim of a glass of wine he was swirling beneath his nose. He looked comfortable, like he’d been lounging there a while, staring out the entryway to the foyer just waiting to catch Auguste on his way out.
“Jord? Now, there’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.” Uncle didn’t seem to see Laurent across the hall. His eyes were on Auguste. “Is everything all right between the two of you?”
“Yeah,” Auguste said brightly, “everything’s fine.”
“Will you be home for dinner? I’ve invited Torveld.”
Auguste hesitated. “I don’t think so, sorry.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Give him my best, though.”
“I will. I know how fond he is of you boys.” Uncle raised his wine glass to his lips. As it caught the light from the window and flashed a red wink, his eyes flicked to Laurent.
Laurent ducked back behind the wall, heart exploding in his chest. Auguste and Uncle were still talking in the foyer, but he could no longer make out their words over the drum of his own heartbeat.
By the time his pulse had slowed enough for his heartbeat to retreat from his ears, he heard the front door close. The following silence that crept in like the tide told him that Auguste was gone.
“Laurent.” Uncle’s voice was calm; he did not shout his name, but Laurent flinched as though he had.
He emerged from the library, reluctant to part from the wall which shielded him, but too afraid to ignore his uncle. There was nothing to be gained from stoking his anger; better to face the punishment he was about to receive for eavesdropping than to add disrespect and disobedience to his list of sins.
When Laurent lifted his gaze and mustered the courage to look his uncle in the eye, he did not see the anger he’d expected there. Instead, his uncle’s eyes were bright with mischief. He tapped Laurent under the chin with his knuckle and offered him a conspiratorial smile. “Your brother always looks so guilty when he lies.”
Laurent blinked back his confusion, like trying to adjust his eyes to a sudden change in the light. “You just let him lie to your face,” he said slowly. “Why?”
“My dear,” Uncle said with a twinkle in his eye, “if I revealed every time I knew he was lying to me, I would only be helping him learn to hide his lies.”
Something shifted uneasily in Laurent’s stomach. Does he know when I’m lying too? Uncle had risen to his feet as he was speaking and was now standing very close to Laurent, his head bent to his level. The thick, sour scent of red wine on his breath was suffocating. Laurent angled his face away, searching for clean air, but Uncle’s wine glass appeared under his nose.
“Have some wine, Laurent. You look pale.”
Laurent took the offered glass and slowly raised it to his lips, trying not to inhale through his nose. He usually liked wine; especially the fancy reds Uncle would let him try when they were alone. He didn’t know why this particular glass was so repulsive to him. He took a small sip, careful not to grimace as it went down.
Uncle did not take the glass back when Laurent tried to hand it to him. He stared at Laurent with a mild expression, quirked an eyebrow ever so slightly, and waited. Laurent looked down into the burgundy depths of the glass in his hand. Before he had a chance to lose his resolve, he tipped the contents into his mouth, draining the glass. He had to fight against his gag reflex to swallow it.
Satisfied, Uncle took the empty glass from his hand, set it down on a side table and smiled at him. A warm flush was creeping up Laurent’s neck and onto his cheeks.
Then the amusement drained from Uncle’s eyes, and he expelled a deep sigh. “I worry about your brother. He’s not well. You saw how he was last night. I just wish I knew who he’s really seeing when he goes out. I hope he’s not putting himself in danger.”
Laurent chewed his lip, momentarily forgetting how much Uncle hated that habit. “There must be something we can do to help him.”
“Torveld is attracted to you.”
The words hit Laurent like a slap, blindsiding him. It was not even a statement he could deny. His uncle had seen them together at his birthday party. He looked down at his hands, where he began picking at a tender hangnail.
Uncle said, “He will try to come on to you this evening at dinner.”
“I won’t do anything to encourage him,” Laurent scrambled to say, “I promise. I’ll tell him I don’t see him that way.”
Uncle clicked his tongue. “That would be rather awkward. I’ve given Torveld my blessing.”
“I … don’t understand.”
Was the room spinning just a little? Laurent wasn’t usually this much of a lightweight. Maybe it was because he’d skipped breakfast again. He tried to take a step backwards and stumbled. Uncle placed his hands on Laurent’s shoulders to steady him.
“All you need to do is play along,” Uncle said. “That is, if you’re sincere about wanting to help your brother.”
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 2 months
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people who want greys anatomy to end are literally such haters. personally i love it when a network show goes on for twenty seasons and becomes a ship of theseus with the cast because no one from the original main cast is still there and every plotline has been done and the original showrunner/creator doesn’t even work on it anymore and it’s kinda sucks and you always complain every episode. i love that. i think everything i like should go on forever and be run into the ground. if i don’t hate it by the end you didn’t do it right
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doodlboy · 4 months
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Local man regrets wanting more hours
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anna-scribbles · 2 years
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I think you need to take a nap
anon you'll be pleased to know that this ask was the first thing I saw yesterday after I woke up at 9pm from a 3 hour nap
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chaosgenasi · 4 months
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i have tomorrow off which means i'm definitely going to stay up for the whole cr episode tonight and not fall asleep
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the-kipsabian · 11 months
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im gonna take a break and get dinner but gifs will resume at some point i still have bits from this one that i need to cover lol
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rulesofdisorder · 2 years
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i’m so glad that wayne family adventures is back because wednesday is my least favorite day of the week and it’s good to have something to look forward to
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koushuwu · 1 year
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i am going to make gif of given tomorrow! mark my words!!!!!
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ivettel · 1 year
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genuinely on the verge of going sicko mode
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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 years
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Omg omg I just found your art I can't is so
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CUTE!
Aw thanks :-]
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indiiglow · 1 year
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You ever just take a step back and look at your entire life and think to yourself "man, this is miserable"?
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shivroyslut · 1 year
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1200/2000 words done due on Friday 5pm will I make it who knows
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milf-harrington · 1 year
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OH FUCK MY STOBIN VALENTINES FIC
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newtness532 · 1 year
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i think today is my chance to fix my sleeping schedule
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alternatejersey · 2 years
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Everyone pls clap for my poorly formed (first!) bowl? attempt using a throwing wheel 😭
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disengaged · 1 year
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once again awake and fucking wired at 5:30am
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