#lacombrade

[kazekiedits]

Gilbert Cocteau from the manga "Kaze to Ki no Uta" (1976-1984) by Keiko Takemiya

#gilbert cocteau #gilbertcocteau #sergebattour #serge battour #gilserge #keiko takemiya #takemiya keiko #keiko takemiya manga #year 24 group #aryon rosemarine #jules de ferrier #kurt stachler #carl maïsser #carl maisser #pascal biquet #kazeki #kaze to ki no uta #kazetokinouta #kaze to ki #the song of the wind and the trees #the poem of the wind and the trees #19th century #france #belle epoque #arles #lacombrade #lacombrade board school #lacombrade boys school #shounen ai #shonen ai

[every-kurt]

Rich kids are so fascinating because these guys were just gonna bring Serge over to their house for an entire two months without asking their parents at all. If I did that then it’d be jail for me for one thousand years

#Kurt being rich doesn’t seem right #Pascal? Gilbert? Makes sense #Even Nekka makes sense he gives off rich kid vibes #but KURT??? that boy is eating microwave meals from Dollar General #NOT lobster or whatever rich people eat #He was the pity acceptance at Lacombrade I guess…… #kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #風と木の詩 #kurt stachler

[deplorabledeacon]

“Les amitiés particulières” 1964

Drawing from last year

#Les amities particulieres #this special friendship #special friendships #Roger Peyrefitte #las amistades particulares #Francis Lacombrade #Didier Haudepin #Georges de Sarre #Alexandre Motier #film #art

[koraking]

Literally every single adult in his life was either an abuser or a bystander. No one watched this little guy be self destructive and promiscuous and go “that’s not normal, he needs help”, how??? You don’t need to be a licensed therapist to see that he is going through hell. Like, Lacombrade was full of adults, teachers and staff, why did every single person just ignore the fact that Gilbert was leading such a terrible life at 11-14??

#kaze to ki no uta #gilbert cocteau #the poem of the wind and the trees #the only person who was willing to understand and try to help him was Serge #who was also just a lil guy

[yotsubaclover]

explaining my blorbo associations pt2: jules who i do not draw often im so sorry u look like that babygirl

song: i actually... have never made a jules playlist LMAO my jules brainrot is so academic i could spit theories for him but not songs. so i had to dive into my spotify likes and find something. goldilocks spot is actually from a very old jolyne playlist i made but i think it also fits jules. to me it's a song about being painfully aware of how... average? not-outstanding? just there? you are and the angst that comes with it, the bitterness towards other people (in jules' case, for not seeing him as who he knows himself to be—a noble). but there's also a stubborness and pride that keeps you from fully confronting those feelings/that dilemma and finding peace within it, which is fitting for the persistent turbulence within jules... a lot of this is my (quite liberal?) interpretation tho so yeah

color & object: purple is the color of royalty and lavender is pretty and calming and healing. quite the nice set of descriptions for someone like jules :)

animal: i dont kin assign animals often so this was hard. but i chose raven as a parallel to doves... because jules' dove of happiness was/is rosemarine, and because jules is almost like rose's shadow in many ways... also ravens are kinda bad omens i feel like for all the gentleness jules shows he is also obviously capable and willing to do terrible things, he's selfish and prideful and even a little greedy... and lol i think the negativity also fits some of his self-image

drink: tea! of course! what else would i put

aesthetic: i think classic dark academia with all its elite-ness and occult-ness and general fucked up-ness would be a very average jules genre. smack him in a dark academia plot a la secret history and he's right at home lol. even his fallen noble status makes for an interesting pov in a dark academia story. the genre's potential for class analysis and commentary too is jules de ferrier

other: i think it was a fic which was about jules and perfume which made me think about this association... lavender was the scent too so that is another explanation to the above lol. as for the shadows again it's cos of his duo thing with rosemarine but also everything he does is kind of... in the shadows... he has engaged in shady shit (gang moment???) and is often lurking/observing situations (as the right hand man yk) and also just him looking out for the people he cares about even if in incredibly convoluted ways (see: rosemarine and jules' deal with the thugs who wanted to beat him up when they first arrived at lacombrade). he does the dirty work in the dark or smth like that. tbh there are a lot of oppositions with rosejules, the light/shadow thing is pretty on the nose i think but my favorite is probably the feminine/masculine. (disclaimer thisis an idea spitball Only so pls do not sue me for incorrect use of terminology; im sorry feminist theory i promise ill read more of you BUT a lot of the ideas kind of branch out of 2nd wave ideas/concepts i believe)

because publicly rose seems to take the patriarchal role as the superintendent (ie. being the disciplinarian, having power, being the symbol of the institution) while jules assumes a more matriarchal role as advisor, someone more approachable and "kinder" than the patriarch... then it all gets skewed because of auguste's presence, so they actually switch with rose being "feminized" and jules being "masculinized" but anyway LOL i have many thoughts on this specific kind of. feminist/queer inspired reading of rosejules

i hate his ass so much cos it's so fucking hard to break his character down in a comprehensible way. the thesis topic thing is only partly a joke. i genuinely think with the depths i am going to look at this i can find something in him or maybe im just delusional lmao i probably am

#raccoon brainrot emporium #kazeki #kaze to ki no uta #jules de ferrier

[angelicalacrimae]

Is it me or there is not a single chubby kid at Lacombrade? Damn...

kurt is! he's supposed to be chubby keiko just makes him thinner because god forbid there's a chubby guy in a shojo

[artofsamothrace]

"Paiva, was it? For your own good, I will be taking him 😒 You will thank me later."

An AU in which Aslan and Paiva lived and sheltered Serge and Gilbert after they ran away from Lacombrade. Don't worry, Auguste gets shanked in the end ~

Drawing comics suuuuuucks 99% of the time 😵

#kaze to ki no uta #keiko takemiya #kazeki #artists on tumblr #traditional art #serge battour #gilbert cocteau #auguste beau

[iiyarada]

The last name Stachler comes from the name “Stach” which in turn comes from the SLAVIC surname “Stas”

Stas (and all it’s variations) come from four countries: Russia, Poland, Czech Republic and Slovakia (back then Czechoslovakia)

Whatever Stas family immigrated from whatever Slavic country to Germany, the last name “Stas” became “Stach”

NOW. Stach is an occupational surname that has to do with shipbuilding (specifically the rope that secures a ships masts), meaning that Stas family was a family of shipbuilders or was associated with shipbuilding and the name then became associated with that job title

Like I said before, Stachler comes from Stach, so there’s a very high chance that the Stachler family in Kazeki was a family of shipbuilders.

BUT! Kurt doesn’t live in Germany or in a Slavic country, he lives in France. In the 1800s there were many different French ports, but the closest ports to where Lacombrade would’ve been was in Bordeaux, France, that is most likely where Kurt and his family is from. Dyle et Bacalan (1879–1936) or Forges et Chantiers de la Gironde (1800s–1948) were the two yards that fall into the time period Kazeki takes place so his father most likely worked at one of these two places while his son attended school at Lacombrade

IN CONCLUSION!!!! Kurt has at least ONE Slavic ancestor.

#Now the question is #Is he Russian Polish Czech or Slovakian? #I figured if I could find out where Jack Fireplace was from via context clues #I could figure out where Kurt was from too #Take all this with a grain of salt bc Keiko very well couldve just named him with no though behind it and im just insane #Kurt Stachler #muu says shit

[1234explode-blog]

With you, it's different pt. 4

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That night, Gilbert couldn't sleep. he lay down with his back to Auguste who had fallen asleep earlier than him. he chewed into his blankets and eyes fell on the carpeted floor. the time he will leave Lacombrade is near....he has to leave everything with a heavy heart including Serge.

Gilbert didn't want that. he did not want to accept the fact that he would be separated from the boy.

as Gilbert was trying to sleep by slowly closing his eyes, he heard a sound like pebbles being thrown against the balcony glass.

With brows furrowed, Gilbert slowly lifted himself up, sat down, lowered his legs slowly and looked behind him to make sure he wasn't making too much noise lest Auguste wake up. Gilbert slowly walked towards the balcony. He opened the curtains and sure enough; there were 5 pebbles thrown and the person stopped when he opened the curtain.

"What on earth is it...?" he said in a quite voice.

The blond slowly opened the glass door sleading to the balcony and to his surprise he saw who the culprit is.

"S-Serge...?!",

Gilbert said raising his voice but he quickly covered his own mouth and heard Auguste's grunt, but it quickly disappeared. he almost got caught...

Serge is right under the balcony, holding a small pebble in his hand. he also only wears his night gown covered by a robe.

"Gilbert, I-"

The blond was about to say a word but Serge went into the bushes as if looking for something. his eyes widened as the dark skinned boy brought out a ladder and positioned them right in front of Gilbert.

"Serge, what the...? are you crazy..?!" he shouted in a whispering voice to the boy who started to climb. Gilbert reached his hand down and Serge happily held his hand until he was at the point of interest and he use his other hand to hold onto the balcony to support their weights.

they stared at each other for a few moments until Gilbert pulled him into a hug, slender arms wrap themselves around his neck.

"You're an idiot...!"

He heard the blond scolded him against his ear but he didn't care. he hugged him back with one arm.

"What are you doing here, Serge? You're not supposed to be here! How did you get out?"

"I have my idea. I waited patiently until the lights are out."

"Why...?"

"I...I just wanted to see you, Gilbert. I also forget to say something to you..."

"What is it?" Gilbert asked with a slight meek voice which came out naturally everytime he's with Serge. The dark skinned boy brings his hands up to cup Gilbert's cheeks, "this," he murmurs, leaning in closer,

"bonne nuit (goodnight), Gilbert." And their lips press together.

It’s like two worlds meld into one. Serge's lips always feel so perfect against his that every concern, every thought, every feeling that isn’t this evaporates. Everything is warm, warm, warm...

Gilbert happily accepted the kiss Serge gave him. A Goodnight kiss...he never got that from Auguste. Not even once.

The kiss ended perfectly and slowly, both of their eyes are dazed, looking into each other.

Gilbert's slender hands went up to gently cups his cheeks too. he love the feeling of Serge's skin...so warm and tender. his thoughts are cut off by Serge's lips on his cheek, trailing down to his jawline and neck.

"Je t'aime (I love you).." whispered Serge and he gave one last peck on the blond's lips. his fingers also slip off his face and Gilbert just wanted to pulled him back up, to kiss him again, to touch him again and became one with him.

He watch with sad eyes as Serge came down, finally getting his feet on the ground, putting back the ladder between the thick bushes, gives one last glance up at him smiling and then leaving.

He couldn't believe Serge had just risked his "life" just to see him, to say goodnight and a kiss. love sometimes makes people do anything even their lives.

Gilbert is too dumbfounded to say 'I love you too' to Serge before he's leaving...

Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting.

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In the classroom, Gilbert silently reading his book. out of nowhere, Jack, their annoying classmate came up to his seat and put his hand on the table.

"Hey, Juliet~ where's your Romeo? I don't see him everywhere~"

Carl noticing the way Gilbert's hands flenched into fists, stood up immediately "enough, Jack."

Jack just made a mocking face and bowed so he was level with the seated Gilbert, "What? why? isn't that true? where is your beloved Romeo, Juliet?"

Carl furrowed his brows and walked up to them "I said enough Jack! you're only going to stir up fights!"

"Leave it alone, Carl! Gilbert would never fight back, would he? It's always Serge protecting his little ass." after Jack said that, he laughed loudly with the rest except for Carl, Pascal, Kurt and Nekka who looked at the blonde with worried eyes.

Gilbert seemed to have had enough, he closed his book hard and stood up. Jack brought his face closer to the blond "Hey hey, someone seems to be upset~ are you going to cry in your lover's arms?~" he giggled.

Gilbert turned slowly towards Jack and in a swift movement, he punched him hard in the face sending the boy flying backwards. the class let out shocked and cheering sounds, Pascal with Kurt and Nekka left their seats and approached.

Jack grimaced in pain as he held his face. he was given no time to open his eyes, Gilbert came over to him again and sat on his torso, clutching his collar,

"what do you want from me?! what do you want?!" he shouted right in Jack's face.

Pascal and Nekka tried to get rid of Gilbert, tugging at his arms but they realized that Gilbert is too strong. His anger makes him unleash his strength...

"What?! you wanna kill me?! I'm already dead, you bastard!", the blond shouted more.

"Gilbert, enough!!"

"Someone call the teacher!!"

"Hey, look, Jack's nose is bleeding!!"

the students there started to clamor when they noticed Jack's nose is letting out some blood. His male peers backed away, some of them are trying to help him, "get your hands off me!!", Gilbert shouted and fought against the hands of his two friends.

Pascal had no choice, he wrapped his arms around the blond's slender waist and held him as hard as he could from behind.

Gilbert instead held the arms holding him together and tears started to fall from his eyes. sadness and anger become one.

Why don't people let him live in peace?

'..Serge, this is all your fault...! Your fault, S-Serge!'

"His punches too hard!" Jack said while still trying to stop the blood from flowing from his nose, "Damn, I think my nose is broken ..!"

"That's what you get! If you had kept quiet, things wouldn't have turned out like this!"

Carl knelt beside the silent Gilbert who let his tears answer all his feelings.

"Gilb-"

"Let go of me! You have no right to hold me!!" shouted the blond still trying to get away and he tried to elbow Pascal behind him,

"uwa-! Carl, do something!" said the glasses brunette managed to avoid the attack. Carl's brows furrowed; he didn't know what to do...his heart didn't know how and didn't give a definite direction. he started to break out in a cold sweat.

Serge, is not there because he got called to play the piano again as usual.

"Carl!!"

Awakened by Pascal's voice and glaring at him, Carl shook his head and his eyes started to watering,

"Forgive me!" before cupping Gilbert's face and…kissing him right on the lips.

Everyone was shocked and silent for a moment.

the kiss miraculously managed to paralyze Gilbert. the blond stopped moving as if he get hypnotized.

'God, forgive me...forgive me....!'

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Gilbert sat quietly on the bed with bandaged fist because he punched Jack with a fair amount of force and it made his skin red. Carl was standing by the window with a hint of regret that he kissed Gilbert. it is a great sin. he shouldn't have done that, but otherwise Gilbert would not stop.

this wasn't the first time their lips touched. Gilbert had kissed him by force before, now, he's the one kissing him...

Carl notices a change in Gilbert when he and Serge form a relationship. Gilbert, change for the better and be more diligent in class time. he always answered almost all the questions which made his name written in the bulletin as the "highest score".

Serge's presence in his life brings positive endings.

"Gilbert..." he called out. he saw new tears fall from pale cheeks with a blush and red lips that curved slightly downwards.

"Carl..."

The effeminate voice called out to him too. he looked up and looked at Carl with a face that shows his true self he hides behind the little devil's mask. the blond's eyebrows arched downwards, his green eyes seemed to have lost their light and his aura was very different.

"W-Will you..listen to my request..?"

"I will..what is it, Gilbert?"

"Can you hold me?"

Carl suddenly shocked and his expression slowly showed fear, but Gilbert quickly parried the words he was about to say,

"Not...not what you think, Carl. I...I want you to be Serge for now. Just hold me.

W-wrap your arms around me. Protect me..he always do that..." Gilbert cried out, his hand clutching the white sheets underneath him and his tears dripping down.

"Hug me...Carl...please..."

He begged again.

'Poor little angel...you wanted me to pretend to be Serge so you could rest easy.

Is this proof that I can only be an outlet for people's loneliness? Oh God, should I?'

Carl chewed the bottom of his lip before slowly approaching the blond, "you won't do anything to me?" and Gilbert shook his head,

"I won't, I swear to God..."

'He bring God it means he really do. Should I trust him...?'

Carl took a deep breath and exhaled. he sat beside Gilbert and waited. the two stared at each other, until the blond rested his head on his shoulder. the neat black-haired boy still too scared to touch him, but it felt reassuring.

'Is this how you feel, Serge?'

a comfort and serenity that he had never felt before.

Gilbert's wavy golden hair also grew longer. finally, Carl worked up the courage to hug the blond and rubbed his back. Carl never comforted anyone, but he'd seen how Serge comforted Gilbert, so he knew a little.

still, Gilbert's heart belongs to Serge and is open only for him.

"You know, Carl..?" the slightly hoarse effeminate voice started, "What is it?"

"I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy....you know what I mean..?"

Carl nodded and Gilbert scoff through his tears, "Of course, you knew...No one is ever holy without suffering, Carl. No One."

'Gilbert...

oh Gilbert...

His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.'

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"The langour of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is. How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world...it's hopeless.",

Auguste said sipping his glass of wine with Jules sitting on the sofa the opposite of him with one leg crossed.

"That's very flamboyant of you, Auguste Beau. I never thought such elegance came out of your mouth."

"My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. These memories, which are my life for we possess nothing certainly except the past were always with me, dear Boy.

You just have to understand me better." Auguste smile a little, lifting his wine glass up and admiring the crystal sparks.

"But these young people have such an intelligent, knowledgeable surface, and then the crust suddenly breaks and you look down into the depths of confusion you didn't know existed.

Of course those that have charm don't really need brains.."

"Are you talking about Serge? That boy is still young but already possessed a magnetic charm."

"Speaking of Serge, I asked him to come here." just before Jules say something, the doors were open and a tall and slim young man with short black wavy hair, light brown skin and face like a fawn stood there.

"There he is. Come and sit down, dear boy Serge." Auguste said to the boy with a smile. Serge don't know if he should trust that smile or not after what they always went through...

Jules watch him walking to sit beside him. A little far. He eyed by how big Serge have become now and how attractive he have become; his dark hair, his big brown eyes, thick eyelashes, light brown skin and...kissable lips.

"So, how's your piano, Serge?" asked Auguste, pouring a bottle of wine into a new empty glass.

"It's great. My all time favourite thing to do, sir."

Auguste's smile widened, putting the lid back on and put the bottle on the table, Serge take the wine glass. Jules watched the way his lips slightly pursed taking the thin glass in between, the dark reddish purple liquid being sucked into his mouth, Serge's thick eyelashes making it looks like he's closing his eyes when he actually not and his adam-apple slightly bopping as he swallowing.

Jules had never paid much attention to Serge, except for Gilbert, but he realized just now that this young aristocrat is actually very attractive.

His dark skin dazzled him.

Beautiful.

Auguste, notice the way Jules stared at Serge, chuckle and cleared his throat to catch his attention back and it worked.

"Serge, I actually call you here to say Goodbye to you.

Gilbert and I will leave tomorrow.."

Serge's eyes wide open and he was lucky he already put the glass wine on the table in front of them.

Already..?!

"W...what?"

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#kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #the poem of the wind and the trees #gilbert cocteau #serge battour #auguste beau #carl maisser #jules de ferrier #kazeki with you it's different #kazetokinouta #la balada del viento y los árboles #kaze to ki no uta fanfictions #takemiya keiko #keiko takemiya

[mymissalicorne]

I kind of wondered what Iscariot was still doing in France in DLTD, since it's been a long time since we said "fuck religions we ball" but now that I see how worked up they are about Hellsing in North Ireland, you know, part of the UK, I can see why they never went out.

I can also see how "let's hunt down every single supernatural in France" was their reaction when they were told to get out.

First appearence of Lacombrade's new director, which I will call Cool Guy from now on, despite whatever thing he could be doing in the future

#hellsing #DLTD #Bad boy club #mymi talks for once

[allitcostsisyourlove]

midnight kazeki thoughts #2

Spoilers for the manga starting at Vol.10-11 btw

You know a minor character I think about that hardly receives recognition? Angeline Carlisle-Madison. Serge's cousin who is eleven (ELEVEN) when Serge begins attending Lacombrade.

Don't get me started with what happened to her growing up with Serge. My heart can't take it.

When she reunites with Serge the first thing she tells him is that she's not afraid of going out into the sunlight anymore. The FIRST THING on her mind is telling him he shouldn't feel guilty for what happened to her. You can tell they're cousins in the way they both put others' wellbeing before themselves.

She doesn't care about Serge's sexuality, only for his safety. She knows he likes Gilbert and doesn't care, only that Serge is okay (or as okay as he can be) before her departure. After almost a year apart from him, she's become emotionally mature enough to understand how he felt about the incident. He left her because she wanted him to, and she would leave him because she needed to.

SHE'S STILL 11-12 WHEN SHE GETS ENGAGED TO AUGUSTE!!??! This is actually why I wanna write fics that feature her because she's been through so much only for her to get engaged to AUGUSTE?? UGH!!!!!!

I'd just like more Angeline Appreciation is all

#kaze to ki no uta #風と木の詩 #kazeki #with the context of vol10 do you think serge stares into fireplaces and envisions angie's burnt flesh?? #Keiko please these kids were BABIES

[kazekiedits]

Serge, you're so kind❤️

I love and admire him a lot, he's so sweet, patient, studious, and has a lot of willpower

Serge Battour from the manga "Kaze to Ki no Uta" or "The Song of the Wind and the Trees" (1976-1984) by Keiko Takemiya

#keikotakemiya #takemiya keiko #keiko takemiya #keiko takemiya manga #gilbertcocteau #gilbert cocteau #gilserge #sergebattour #serge battour #pascal biquet #kurt stachler #carl maïsser #carl maisser #aryon rosemarine #jules de ferrier #augustebeau #auguste beau #jean pierre bonnard #professor watts #aslan battour #viscount battour #paiva #lacombrade boys school #lacombrade #lacombrade board school #france #belle epoque #arles #19th century #shounen ai

[enfertism]

They have got to get prettier uniforms and such at Lacombrade it’s so blehhh working with things that aren’t so colourful I love colours

[kazetokinouta-a]

So I was yesterday years old when I learned about Kami no Kohitsuji: Agnus Dei and according to a few comments Serge apparently engaged in some Bad Suspect Stuff shortly before [SPOILER]. Is it as bad as they're saying or is more context needed? I've only read a few summaries so far, via Google Translate.

Hello anon, I'm sorry for taking so long to answer your question.

This time I don't have much information, because I only know a few parts about the story of Agnus Dei, I couldn't read the whole novel. But according to people who read it, this is what happened:

Serge married Irene and had a son named Leon, he was unhappy in his marriage because he only married his wife because she looked like Gilbert, and now his son was also becoming like Gilbert. So he decides to leave and work at Lacombrade, where he gets involved into a relationship with a teenage student, just the way some teachers were with Gilbert when Serge was a teenager.

The reasons that led him to do it are unknown, only those who read the whole story can confirm, but I have a theory:

Serge never got over Gilbert's death and always tried to keep someone like him around, he did when he married Irene, and probably he found some boy like Gilbert in Lacombrade and decided to get involved with him to make himself feel better.

I know, it's really disgusting, Serge knew how bad attitudes like that were for Gilbert, and he ended up turning into the people he hated so much.

Hope I helped, sorry for not having concrete information this time.

#kazetokinouta #kaze to ki #kaze to ki no uta #kaze ki #kaze #kami no kohitsuji agnus dei i #kami no kohitsuji agnus dei #kami no kohitsuji #la balada del viento y los ?rboles #la balada del viento y los arboles #la balada del viento y los árboles #the poem of the wind and trees spoiler #the poem of the wind and trees #the poem of wind and trees #the poem of the wind and the trees #le po?me du vent et des arbres #le poeme du vent et les arbres #le poème du vent et des arbres #serge #gilbert cocteau #keiko takemiya

[kimkymury]

🌍

Hey @relentlesslyexisting , I think you are referring to this game:

https://kimkymury.tumblr.com/post/679908572653617152/reader-asks

So here's my answer!

My dream AU is the "Happy Ending AU" , an alternative universe where everyone gets an happy ending (except Auguste).

In this AU, Serge and Gilbert lives in Serge's old house, and they both work on the Conservatory. Pascal became a science teacher and created his blue rose, while Carl works as a Superintendet.

Rosemarine became Lacombrade's principal, and Jules works with him (their relationship got better after they both come in terms about how they feel about each other).

Kurt and Neka became athletes, Sebastian is now a teenager and still studying at Lacombrade. Even Serge's cousin, Angeline, got an happy ending.

Her mother wanted her to marry Auguste, but she fell in love with one of Serge'd friends, Kurt.

Anyway, this is an AU that I made in my head after I read the manga, just because I needed everyone to be happy in the ending.

Thanks your ask :D

#kaze to ki no uta #keiko takemiya #gilbert cocteau #kazeki #takemiya keiko #the poem of wind and trees #la balada del viento y los árboles #la balada del viento y los arboles #manga yaoi #kaze #kazeki spoilers #la balada del viento y los ?rboles #the poem of the wind and trees #old manga #pascal biquet #angeline carlisle madson #carl messier #arion rosemariné #julesdeferrier

[cacaitos]

people could be fucking dying every so often in lacombrade school for all it matters and teachers would be like that's not my business.

#txt #LB #dique escuela privada según