@DouceFrance
Cursing softly under his breath, Arthur quickly slammed all the windows shut, making sure the doors were firmly shut. A storm was brewing outside, and unfortuantly for him, he lived in an old run down Church at the top of a hill. Which no one seemed to visit anymore. When was the last bloody time he’d had a visitor? During the last storm 2 years ago? Ha, maybe he’d get someone seeking shelter again during this storm? Somehow he doubted it. Shaking his head trying to forget those thoughts and running his hand through his hair, he checked around to make sure there wasn’t any water pouring in from the roof. Nothing. Thank god for that. Groaning, he sat down on one of the pews, and stared up at the statue of the Virgin Mary that was in the Church. Arthur had been a priest since very small, his father sending him away to become one due to financial difficulties. He hated the man for that, hated the fact he’d been condemned to work in such a place until he died. Yes, he was a religious man, that was obvious enough. But the crippling loneliness of the Church was driving him insane. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of it. The only thing that was keeping him there was his faith in God and Jesus Christ. So for the 10th time that day, Arthur put his hands together and prayed to God to grant him some company, no matter who or what it was.
@DouceFrance /What the fuck do I call this/
Gripping onto his Father’s coat, a bright eyed 6 year old Arthur Kirkland stared at the large building in front of him. This morning he’d been gotten up a little earlier than usual, the school year starting again. His parents had recently moved houses, so this meant a change of school for him. Luckily his Dad had spent the past few weeks encouraging him, telling him that he’d be fine and make new freinds quickly. So the small child was feeling more confident than he usually did.
“Ready to go in, buddy?” Arthur’s gaze now met that of his Father’s as he looked up at him. He was smiling down happily at his child, patting his head lightly. “Come on, let’s get you in there.” And with that said, they headed inside, the child not removing his hand from the coat.
It was nice and warm inside the school, the other childrens lively chatting, Arthur now starting to feel nervous. He spotted a small blonde girl with bright blue eyes laughing with some other children. Hm. She was pretty for a girl. Alfred noticing the small boy staring at her, burst out laughing and pushed him towards the other kids, telling him he needed to speak with the teacher quickly and that he would be back later.
doucefrance replied to your post: doucefrance replied to your post: , but is…
visIT ME
duDE BUT AREN’T YOU IN LIKE FUCKING ROMANIA?
doucefrance replied to your post: Salut dick
[fUCKING] [just sort of stares at him for a few seconds] … [is he sexually frustarted] [ohmygod is this why he keeps insulting me] [oh god i fucked up] [dO SOMETHING FRANCIS] […] [KISSES HIM AGAIN]
[ hmPH WHAT THE FUCK— ]
[ eyes widen and and he pushes him ]
What the hell do you think you’re doing?
((RP with DouceFrance ~ my post was being odd))
((That means so much man! ;u; <3))
Roderich got up and took a seat at the table. “You have a chicken?” He asked as he took a bite of the bread. ‘I wonder if chickens are as soft as they look?’ He thought with a slight smile growing on his face.
((He thinks chickens are cute xDD))
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The Frenchman entered inside and looked around before at her. “Bonjour, Carmen. Sorry for the bother, I was around and I decided to pay a visit.” he said kindly, taking her hand and gently applying a kiss on it
Smiles at his actions. “Hola Francis, don’t worry you’re not a bother and you’ll never be one.” Closes the door. “I was just relaxing from all the paperwork my boss told me to do… and also taking care of my children. How’re you?”
doucefrance replied to your post: I like my coffee how I like my men. With a penis…
Uhm.
Want some coffee?
Doucefrance replied to your post
[He’s a tiny baby don’t worry he is proffesional] [just sort of pokes his wound]
[What the heck baby stuff touch they you’ll get blood all over you.]
[Picks him up with his clean arm and places him on the kitchen counter before washing his hand off]
whose baby is this—
doucefrance replied to your post: I have twenty dollars now. Maybe I should go buy…
…Thats not an appropiate gift for your father, Peter
Why not?
