09-13-2018, 10:12 AM
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Aubin was poor company right now, and if it weren't for the fact that he and Theo were bound together from a very young age, he'd have been alone. Hell, he'd have been alone a long time before this, but Theo was a product of an incredibly antiquated family tradition of forcing one person into eternal guardianship of another, regardless of what either actually wanted. Especially when Theo hadn't even been intended for the role of chevalier, but it was an old, familiar weight. Lisette, on the other hand, was not, and he hadn't managed to scrub the image of her fading eyes from his mind, or the procession that carried her body into the tombs. She- she hadn't been his choice, originally, arranged by his parents because of another old agreement between families, but he would have chosen her. Aubin hadn't been able to tell her that before the end, as with many other things.
She probably knew anyway.
The lion shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, paws sinking into sand that he found he hated. The circlet was more leaden than usual, and if he were to remove it, he wouldn't be surprised to find his fur pressed irreparably in the same shape. Fuck, but he wanted to take it off. He wasn't anyone important, especially out here. Back home, he was the fourth-born, inheriting little more than the name and a bit of influence. Here, he was just a lion with a smaller shadow and fancy jewelry. Nothing special.
Sometimes he wished he'd been born that way, too, but then he'd have never met Theo or Lisette. The former was more involuntary than the latter, though regardless of the circumstances of their meeting, Theo was still the only friend Aubin had. Forced or not.
"Matou, gar ici. Mais, jamais d'la vie! What the fuck is that?"[sup]1[/sup]
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1. Come look, tomcat. Well, never in my life!
Aubin was poor company right now, and if it weren't for the fact that he and Theo were bound together from a very young age, he'd have been alone. Hell, he'd have been alone a long time before this, but Theo was a product of an incredibly antiquated family tradition of forcing one person into eternal guardianship of another, regardless of what either actually wanted. Especially when Theo hadn't even been intended for the role of chevalier, but it was an old, familiar weight. Lisette, on the other hand, was not, and he hadn't managed to scrub the image of her fading eyes from his mind, or the procession that carried her body into the tombs. She- she hadn't been his choice, originally, arranged by his parents because of another old agreement between families, but he would have chosen her. Aubin hadn't been able to tell her that before the end, as with many other things.
She probably knew anyway.
The lion shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, paws sinking into sand that he found he hated. The circlet was more leaden than usual, and if he were to remove it, he wouldn't be surprised to find his fur pressed irreparably in the same shape. Fuck, but he wanted to take it off. He wasn't anyone important, especially out here. Back home, he was the fourth-born, inheriting little more than the name and a bit of influence. Here, he was just a lion with a smaller shadow and fancy jewelry. Nothing special.
Sometimes he wished he'd been born that way, too, but then he'd have never met Theo or Lisette. The former was more involuntary than the latter, though regardless of the circumstances of their meeting, Theo was still the only friend Aubin had. Forced or not.
"Matou, gar ici. Mais, jamais d'la vie! What the fuck is that?"[sup]1[/sup]
/
1. Come look, tomcat. Well, never in my life!
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Les lumières de la ville ont volé les étoiles
[div style="font-size:9.9pt; font-family:georgia; color:black; margin-top:-10px; letter-spacing:.5px; opacity:.6;"]AUBIN-BASTIEN CHAUVIN — LION (REF) — TWO YEARS OLD