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[affectueux]

Bonjour, everyone.

This post will be much more light-hearted than my last one. While looking for things to keep me occupied during Sanguis so as to not disturb others, I happened across this book in the “digital library.”




It’s a gripping tale of a Prismal girl and her horse seeking freedom in a world that would hope to suppress them. I don’t want to spoil it, but I did notice that it seems to be a part of a series. If anyone knows where I might find physical copies of the rest of them, please let me know.

Incidentally, it has inspired me to ride again. Where can I find a stable? Or horses, for that matter? I was in the equestrian club in school, so I assure you I am no amateur.

Bien cordialement,

Serge

Comments

[affectueux]

[ wild abandon, he says? delightful. ]

It would hardly be polite to say no! What sort of stories are they?

[amant]

Oh I wouldn't go as far as calling it impolite. Robbing yourself from entertainment is much more accurate; I am rather happy I found these after all.

By find I mean wrote. I do dabble in romance novella in my spare time you see.

[ What ensues next is a series of texts summarizing his latest literary adventure, focused on the tale of a Moonblessed being seduced enraptured by the Guard and their attempt at winning the somber knight over. Quelle tragique --or something like that. ]

Have you ever tried to write your own stories? It's quite cathartic.

[affectueux]

[ he, uh, hm. okay. this is not exactly what he was imagining, but in retrospect, he should have anticipated it. even in simple summary, serge’s face is a warm red at the implication of the details—thank god he can’t be seen. it is very romantic. he’s weak. ]

I’m not a writer. I’m a musician.

I have to say, this is quite something, monsieur.

[ he guesses monsieur rather than madame, because, well… of course. ]

[amant]

[ While France loves a debauched story as much as the next heathen, he does take a fancy to more romantic tales. Who doesn't enjoy literal star-crossed lovers? He's weak as well! ]

A musician! What do you play?

I'm quite a fan of music myself. You could say that I just crave beautiful things. I'm pleased you think so.

[ 'Quite something' was such a polite way to put it. Sure, some would rely on it as an escape from an awkward criticism, but his own ego chooses to believe Serge enjoyed it. Of course. ]

[affectueux]

[ serge is a sucker for the story itself, and this poses a philosophical dilemma on whether the value of art is in its concept or its execution. ]

I play the piano.

[ god, okay, he’s gonna take the plunge. ]

Do you have more of your work? A nom de plume, perhaps?

[amant]

[ there are plenty of more tame stories from France floating around, but it wouldn't be him without the danger of encountering more questionable themes. luckily, he's getting into counseling so he can help repair any of the damage he does! that's...totally how that works. yup. ]

How sweet! Someone very dear to me plays the piano as well so I am quite fond. How long have you been playing?


Are you curious after all? There is a name that I've given myself, and I'm unashamed by what I have put out there. Francis Bonnefoy. Many things are available digitally.

[ France with his very obvious chosen name... Nobody enjoys the creativity in this one. ]

[affectueux]

[ the name sounds not at all suspicious to serge, at least, but it does give him a place to start prismagoogling the author. huh.

maybe it’s something to explore at a later date. ]

I will search you soon, Monsieur Bonnefoy. You have my word!

As for my piano, it feels as if I’ve been playing from the moment I was born. My father gave me a practice keyboard when I was about three, and I haven’t stopped since then, so thirteen years now? But putting a number to it makes it seem so small.