|Gregory hadn't expected to walk straight into editing full length novels that earned literary prizes. He would have been content editing the latest beach read, and working his way up_
Towards the next 1984 or Animal Farm. He hadn't expected to set out at a full sprint... This seemed to be starting at a mere crawl however.
His workload consisted of a few fledgling teen romances and a new picture book, for the renowned Author, Francis Bonnefoy. The summit in front of him seemed insurmountable, even at the tender age of 25.
His hands gloss over the textured cover of the picture book, a beautifully illustrated scene of fae lounging on the bank of a lake, the sun illuminating their unearthly features.
It was breathtaking, and surely set many a young child's imagination alight but... It wasn't what he wanted to be working with. He pushes the book away, leaving the room to meet Francis.
|Walking across the spacious lobby, he finds Francis standing at reception. 'Mr. Bonnefoy?'
made for a handsome man, well dressed but slightly dishevelled in that way that somehow remained attractive, long blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail by a dark blue ribbon. He definitely carried the
air of the free spirit of an artist with him, and never had any trouble with charming the young women he favoured in flirting with... as he was currently doing with the receptionist. He had grown bored waiting
to meet the fifth editor he'd been assigned to since he started publishing with this company a few years back, and was chatting up the cute young brunette working the desk, who definitely seemed captivated
by him. Francis blinks up when he hears his name, turning to look at the man who had addressed him and grinning. "Ah Monsieur MacIntyre, I presume?" he greets, shifting the artist's portfolio he held to his
left hand so he could offer his right for a handshake. "A pleasure to meet you."
Is briefly taken aback by how easily the man greets him, by now used to quieter authors. He grips Francis' hand, giving it a strong shake. 'That's right. I look forward to being your new editor.'
He offers to take Francis' portfolio, leading to the meeting room where Coffee and cakes have been laid out. 'How do you know Rebecca?' He asks, guiding Francis towards his seat.
can definitely tell that the older man is popular, and that he knows it. He wonders how, if in any way, it will affect his editing...
smiles at Gregory's firm handshake, returning it well and handing over the portfolio when the offer arises. "She's been an old friend of oh, about..." he checks his watch, "the last ten minutes~?" he laughs,
taking a seat gracefully and brushing his hair from his face. There's something about the way he moves that seems to flow so much more gracefully than
the average human. "She's quite a doll. A new receptionist since the last time I came though, what happened to Annette?"
Watches as the man practically glides into his seat, attributing it easily to the fact that he's French. Something he'd normally be all over... If he wasn't in a work setting.
The revelation comes as a surprise... The way she had looked at him suggested a firmer connection. 'Annette has just gotten married. Rebecca is her replacement.' He places_
The portfolio carefully on the desk, in front of Francis. 'I've just finished all of your books, Mr. Bonnefoy. They're quite... Whimsical. I can see why they're popular.'
nods as Gregory explains. "Ah... well I hope she's happy then," he smiles, pleased to move on to the next topic. There's pride in his eyes at the compliment, though he's also more amused that the
other seems hesitant to do so. "Mm, merci. They're all true stories, you know~" he winks, hoping this new editor will be fun to tease.
Flushes with the tease, otherwise seeming composed. 'I highly doubt that Mr. Bonnefoy, but please do insist so at your book signings.' He eyes up the portfolio. 'Is that your new book?'
chuckles happily with the response, nodding. "Ah oui~ I know the children who love my stories also believe them, I wouldn't risk stifling them by saying anything to the contrary," he agrees, though knowing
that having his audience believe him helped himself as well. "And yes! This is the sketches for the next story I'm currently working on, I figured you would appreciate looking through it." This book was going
to be about a sun nymph who had dared to explore the night, and made 'friends' with a fairy in charge of conducting the night's music.
((sun nymph= Spain, fairy= Austria ))
pulls the folder closer to him, nodding. So far the other seemed professional, if a little flirtatious. 'Do you want me to take anything into consideration while reading it?' He asks,_
Seemingly very serious. You can tell from his stiff demeanour that he's still new to this, and a little nervous.
folds his fingers together, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands as he watches Gregory. "Keep in mind that I'm a good writer and this should be an easy job for you~?" he
teases. Francis was all too comfortable perhaps, he'd gotten over being nervous about his writing after the first couple books.
Laughs, for the first time, seeming to relax with that response. 'I already know you're a good writer Mr. Bonnefoy.'
hadn't expected it to be difficult. It was a children's book after all. He opens the folder carefully, face gradually growing whiter as he reads on.
Once he's closed the book, he clears his voice rubs at his rather red cheeks. 'You're writing an adult picture book this time?'
merely grins as he watches Gregory read through the book. This draft he had maybe included a few too many details, just so he could test out this new editor. He already knew almost none of them would make it
though. His grin's pretty wider by the time Gregory asks him the question. "Non, of course not. Just telling the story as best I can," he hums. "Adults just don't have the same imagination for these
stories I'm afraid."
Clears his throat again, looking a little embarrassed over the assumption. 'Then, I'm sure you know this is highly inappropriate.' He opens the folder again, pointing out several details on one page alone.
|'While beautiful... I honestly don't think you need to go into that much detail.' He runs a hand through his hair, looking for a delicate way it.
*way to phrase it. 'Can I be frank?'
hums, smirking still at the embarrassed look. "Nice to meet you, Frank," he laughs, shrugging his shoulders. "That's simply how fae are, didn't you know? I figure no sense in lying about it. Quite mischievous
and naughty creatures, if you follow the old tales." He's already having fun watching the other trying to be polite about it. He did have another draft written up at home with less of the outright perversion
in it, knowing that humans would freak out and possibly arrest him if he ever let this sort of story be marketed as children's media. But even with his usual writing he couldn't help but try and slip the
innuendos in.
's eyebrow twitches at the joke, beginning to wonder if the other was being truly serious or not. 'I can't speak for the old tales... I will be sure to read them later, but...
'This is beautifully illustrated pornography. We can't possibly sell this to children.' He gives the man a pleading look, trying to appeal to his common sense.
laughs happily at the little twitch, grinning at him still. "I can tell you them some time, if you would like? I've learned many tales in my time," he offers. He's amused by the pleading look, deciding it time
to ease off him a little. "Hmmmm, perhaps you are right. I suppose the American media wouldn't like me so much if I released this, would they?"
|'Perhaps you can lend me some of your reference books, so that I can better understand the background of the story.' He wonders jumps on the admission, nodding.
'I'm sure the British and Canadian markets wouldn't be thrilled either.' He seems to be relieved, allowing himself to smile, with somewhat ease, again. 'I think the foundation of the story is perfect.'
hums softly. "Are you sure? You could come watch me paint and I could tell you all the stories I know~ Those sort of folk tales are best if told out loud, in my opinion." And also that he had a lot more in his
head than he had written down. He chuckles again at Gregory's relief. "I've got another version at home you might prefer then, I'll polish it up a bit and bring that one for you next time," he reveals, cheeky
grin on his face.
smiles, 'If you'd rather I come to your house in the future, that can be arranged. You can bounce ideas off of me.' He would much rather read about the folklore however.
's expression drops, processing the information before he lets out a heartfelt laugh. 'You don't know how relieved I am to hear that.' He offers the other coffee and urges him to take a cake.
laughs, thanking him as he takes the offered sweets and drink, pretty pleased with this new editor so far. "I think I can see the relief on your face pretty well," he teases with a grin. "And oui, I much prefer
working out of my home office, bringing my paints anywhere else to work takes much too long to set up," he answers. "I'll dig out my old books for you to read though, so that you have a better idea
about the ideas I have for future stories."
nods, cracking a small smile. 'That would be rather helpful. I'd try and get them back to you as soon as I can.' He rubs the back of his head, the earlier tension slipping away.
Hopefully, if he did well enough with this one book, he could move onto more serious stuff.
smiles at him, and nods. "I have them pretty much memorized, so that all the time you need," he assures him. "Is there anything else you need to know about today?" he asks, finishing up his cake.
catches himself in his little daydream, nodding quickly. 'Yes. If you could let me know what times it's best to call in on you. Also, what's a realistic deadline for your next book?'
|| "Ah right... I prefer later hours, to be honest. Please never call me before 1pm expecting a coherent answer," he offers with a smile. "As for the next book... most of the sketches are laid out for it, and
the story shouldn't actually need much editing. As soon as you take a look on it we can work out a more correct deadline, but if all goes well at this point, probably only another three
or four weeks at most until it's ready to print?"
Looks surprised, but very pleased. Perhaps his first success would be quicker than he thought. 'Really? I'll try and come over soon then.' He's soon handing the folder back, grinning happily.
"You gave me an awful fright back there you know..." He's standing to lead the other back out, 'Do you do this to all of your editors?'
had been pretty inspired on this story, as it had come together quite quickly for once. Though after he handed off the book for print it still took another 6 months or so for the publisher to scan, format, and
print before it hit shelves. He laughs as he takes back the portfolio, brushing his hair back a bit. "I like to test you out a bit first, so I can see who I'm working with," he grins, knowing this wouldn't be
the end of it though. "I must say, you've been the least embarrassed so far. Did they warn you about me~?"
shakes his head, 'No. Not at all... I honestly thought you were proposing an adult picture book.' Shrugging, he moves to open the door. 'It seemed ridiculous otherwise...'
laughs, shaking his head as he got up to leave as well. "That would be rather interesting to do though... do you think the company would let me try one of those as a side project?" he laughs, knowing
that even if they remotely did allow it, he'd have to use a pen name so as not to sully his other work. He thanks Greg for holding the door. "Come over in the next couple days, I'll have you look over
the real first draft," he promises.
Makes a noncommittal sound... 'Adult picture books are rather hit or miss. They're not really worth it... Unless you get a gem like "Go the fuck to sleep."'
He shakes his head at the thanks, waving him off. 'I'll pop in after lunch,' he promises, letting the door shut behind Francis.
|Annoyed would be the polite way of describing Gregory's mood as he knocks on Francis' door a few days later.
|It hadn't occurred to him till much later in the day that Francis hadn't been so much testing him, as wasting his time. The time between then and now had given him the chance to stew in his feelings,
grievances growing in number.
would be disappointed to learn his new editor wasn't as good natured as he had thought... or perhaps it'd be more interesting to tease him like this. He answers the door, grinning when he sees Gregory
and leaning against the doorjam comfortably. "Good morning, mon ami~" he greets, pulling a half finished cigarette away from his lips. At first glance one might have thought he was still lounging in
his sleepwear, but a closer look revealed that the robes he wore were of a much nicer quality, almost like something he would've drawn on his characters; he had always found clothes that had a flow about
them suited him much more, especially in blue. His hair was pulled back again as well, but today he also wore a pair of thin black glasses. "Come to spy on my work at last~?" he teases, stepping
aside to allow Gregory to come in.
|"Good afternoon, Mr. Bonnefoy." His eyes fall to his clothes, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't wake you, did I?" He steps in, taking off his jacket as he goes.
|"I've come in search of a genuine manuscript this time... Do you think you can help?" He doesn't look like hems in the mood to be teased or play along this time.
|Something made much easier by avoiding looking at the man, and the way the colour of his robes matched his eyes.
laughs at the first question, shaking his head as he leads him inside to the studio, taking and hanging up the man's jacket on the way. His house is fairly modest in decoration compared to himself, with smaller
fancy touches rather than anything overwhelming. "I've been up for hours, don't worry your pretty little head," he assures him, having already had enough coffee to bring him up to the day. "Did you not like my
last story?" he grins, motioning Gregory over to the desk where the proper story was laid out, Francis obviously having had been working on the illustrations before the other arrived.
Follows Francis through the house and to his workspace, noting the minimalist feel to the house. It was a stark contrast to his clothes, which he could now tell were perhaps a bit too fancy to sleep in...
Let alone work in. 'Your last draft was a waste of both of our time,' he simply replies, eyes running over the pages spread out before him.
'The transistion between these two pages is jarring, compared to the rest of the book,' he comments, pointing it out. 'And it doesn't flow quite as well as the... Well, the last story.'
liked working in his robes! They were very comfortable and swooshy. He laughs at the complaint, draping an arm over Gregory's shoulders as the other admires his work. "That draft I think, would be very popular
on the internet. Maybe the start of a new career!" he pretends to muse, though really he had no interest in dealing with the internet... it seemed like a mess. "Aww, they don't transition well because I had to
take out the best part of the tale~" He teases with a grin. He does listen as Gregory points out actual things to fix though, pulling away to jot it down on a little notepad.
Feels his cheeks burn up as Francis leans up against him, shoulders tensing. 'I-I doubt you'd make as much money on the internet though...'
only really starts to properly think when Francis pulls away, making suggestions as to how the story can move more smoothly and suggesting more child friendly vocabulary every so often.
|He pauses at one page however, in which the sun fairy achieves an amazing feat. 'Don't you think this is just a bit too much to swallow? It's not really all that realistic.'
laughs at the reply, shrugging. "Well then I guess I'm stuck with you then, hm?" He continues to jot down the notes he actually thought he might pay attention to, though just outright ignoring a few
suggestions. He blinks as Arthur pauses in the story though, looking it over. ".....do you think fairy stories are meant to be 'realistic'?" He asks, laughing a bit harder than before. He knew what humans
considered realistic... it was boring as could be.
Furrows his brow when the other laughs at him, wondering what the big joke was. 'Aye. But here, it's just a bit too out there! There's a realm of what's believable, and you've overshot it.'
Crosses his arms, 'It's almost as bad as vampires that sparkle.'
.is amused by how indignant Gregory is, shaking his head. "How do you know vampires don't sparkle?" he asks, grinning at him again. "Have you ever met one?"
Tuts, getting all the more indignant. 'I have records to look back on. At the very least.' He adds on, in a more rational voice. 'Not that they're real.' Gregory only believed in the Loch Ness monster.
hums at that answer, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Well if they're not real, then who's the vampire authority that said they couldn't have skin that glistens in sunlight? Perhaps
that was an evolutionary trait developed, or a remnant of whatever they evolved from?" He loved debating fae folk with humans, they always had such weird ideas about it.
Seems to be caught by that, frowning. 'I think the fact that it was met with such ridicule is reason enough not to try and replicate it.'
He looks down at the page, 'Are there any folk tales that talk about sparkling vampires?'
flops down into his chair gracefully, crossing his legs and watching Gregory, that insufferable grin still on his face. "It may have been met with ridicule, but it certainly got people interested in vampires
again, non? Besides, the teenagers liked it, from what I hear," he hums, trying to think back to old stories. "Not 'sparkle' per say, but I believe I've come across a few that mention the cold and smooth
skin that could possibly shine like a stone in sunlight."
Leans over the desk, looking over the scene again. Even if Vampires can sparkle, I really don't think fairies can make clothes from moonlight.' He turns to face Francis, brow furrowing at the grin on his face.
|'You're finding this all hilarious...'
|| "You're arguing fairy physics with me!" he exclaims happily, leaning on the arm rest. "Of course I find it hilarious. And a lot of fun, I may add."He grins still, brushing his hair behind his ear as he leans
in to glance over the illustrations again. "Now, who's to say a fairy can't weave light into a cloak? The most popular story in this country is based around a woman being pregnant without ever having
sex, and yet you're incredulous at this?"
feels himself flush. Somehow Francis made him foolish for questioning something completely rational. He glances over, caught for a moment by just how graceful the other is before he opens his mouth again.
"What makes you think I believe in that, Mr. Bonnefoy?" However, he did have a very valid point. "Perhaps make it a bit more troublesome to do...? That way it's a grander gesture."
catches the moment of hesitance when Gregory looks over at him, winking at him to see how he'd react. "Oho, you're not a man of belief, Mister MacIntyre?" he asks, slightly surprised. One of his
previous editors had nearly throttled him for that same remark. "Hmm, perhaps I'll take that advice," he muses, though he doesn't bother picking up his notepad to write it down. He had no
intention of underselling his old friend's skills.
looks away with the wink, mortified that he had been caught staring at one of his authors. 'I don't see why that is so surprising, Mr. Bonnefoy.' He looks over, noting
that Francis wasn't making any notes about that idea at all... he probably didn't plan to take it on board then. He looks back down, eyes running over the pages before him again.
| "I do like how genuine the characters feel though... did you base them on people you know?"
.is pleased by the embarrassment, but smiles at his answer. "Perhaps not overly surprising, but so many people are that it's refreshing to find people open to other ideas," he hums, glancing back at his
work. "....oui, they are friends of mine from some years back," he replies, looking mildly impressed. "The nymph I was particularly fond of, he always brightened my day~" Literally, he adds on in his head.
Nods, looking down at the pages with a small smile. 'You can tell how fond of them you are.' He pulls back, hands going to his pockets. 'So let's hear what changes you took on board then?'
nods to the notebook Francis had been scribbling away in, intermittently.
hums, leaning back in his chair again and laughing softly. "On to me already, huh?" he teases, flipping open the notebook again and offering up the page of notes for Gregory to glance over. There's
also a caricature of the Scot on the next page that Francis did instead of taking some of those notes.
Looks through the notes, remembering for next time what advice Francis seemed to take on board. He blinks in surprise at the caricature, shutting the book a little too hastily before handing it back.
|'You're not as hard to read as you would like to believe, Mr. Bonnefoy.' He rubs at his cheek, not having failed to notice how the caricature emphasised his freckles. 'Do you have those books we talked about?'
's grin grows as Gregory flips the, page, laughing at how quickly he shuts the book. "I'm just having fun," he hums happily, getting up from his chair to go find where he had tucked the books he had
dragged out. "Oui, oui, some of them are dusty but these are some of my favourites," he answers, handing off a good handful of books. One of them was a handwritten journal with some stories Francis had written
down back when he started musing about writing to keep the faith, more filled with personal memories but not written that way.
Takes the books carefully, noting how old they appeared to be. 'Thank you very much...' He murmurs, looking through the pile and noting the journal._
'Is this a book of drafts that you've written up?' He asks, opening up the first page to skim through it. It sure seemed like it, from the way it was written.
brushes the dust from his clothes after he hands the books off, watching Gregory as the other starts to skim his book. He hesitates slightly on an answer, before shrugging a bit. "Old stories I remember my
Maman telling me, mostly," he lies. "They make for good tales as well."
Nods, carefully shutting said book. It was humbling to be entrusted with such a precious item. 'Is that why you write books about fairies now? Because your mother told you stories when you were younger?'
He leans against a desk, books loosely held in his arms.
hums softly. "I've always had a fascination with the fae world, so perhaps it could be because of her?" he muses. He'd gotten good at embellishing the truth over the years. "I feel as if it's my
responsibility to pass on the magic~" he grins at Gregory, before turning to go back and organize his drawings so he can sit down to work on them again. In truth he had no memories of his mother, his
death had left him with mostly feelings na demotions about his past life, and memories had drifted away over the years.
steps away from the desk to allow Francis to get back to his work, picking up his books. "Which you seem to be doing very well." He looks around the room, realising there wasn't much more that he could do here.
|"I'll leave you to it then, Mr.Bonnefoy."
smiles up at him. "You can stay and read if you prefer to, I don't mind the company if you wanted to spy on how I work," he offers. "But if you have places to be, then I suppose I wish you a good rest of
your day~" he replies, pulling out an eraser to take it to the pages he agreed needed fixing.
hesitates a moment, caught by Francis' smile. Eventually he shakes his head, adjusting his hold on his books. "I don't want to impose, Mr. Bonnefoy." He lets himself out the way he came,
wondering again how the other had gotten off so lightly. He wasn't this soft with any of his other authors...
appears on Francis' doorstep a mere few days later, anxious to see how the changes looked. He has a bag of coffee beans under his arm, a gift he can't properly appreciate and_
would rather pass on.
answers the door after a moment, having been engrossed in a non-book related drawing. He answers the door, dressed in similar clothes to last time, but this time his hair is down loose, the ends of it looking
damp as he had been in the bath most of the morning and hadn't dried his hair. "Ah, good afternoon Monsieur MacIntyre, come in, come in," he greets, stepping aside to let him in.
holds out the present, eyes looking over Francis' attire and how his hair lay... It reminded him of something. 'I hope you like coffee, Mr. Bonnefoy.'
|He steps in and hovers in the hallway, still trying to place what Francis reminded him of.
arches a brow as Gregory hands him the gift, taking it with a grin. "You brought me a present~?" he asks in a teasing tone, though pleased. "I feel as though coffee is a necessity sometimes. Merci~" he
replies. He does notice the look that Gregory is giving him though, tilting his head slightly in question. "Is there something on my face?"
|'Don't get used to it,' he teases back. He Shakes his head at the question, 'No... Just the ends of your hair are wet.' He can't quite place why it seems so odd to him. He manages a smile however,
'How's the book coming along?'
blinks at the answer, hand coming up to touch the ends of his hair as if to remind himself. "Ah, I had a bath," he chuckles. "Are you sure you don't want to shower me in gifts more often?" he asks with a
grin, leading Gregory to his studio again. "I really quite like when that happens. He hums at the question though, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug. "It's almost ready for inking, I think," he
answers. "Would you like to join me in a cup of coffee before we get to work, though?" he asks, holding up the coffee bag as if Gregory needed reminding.
accepts that explanation easily, 'You should really dry your hair. I don't want you missing a deadline because of a cold.' He doesn't quite like coffee, but it would be rude to refuse.
| 'I suppose a cup wouldn't hurt.' He looks around the studio, eyes falling on what Francis was currently working on... And it's not the book. He internally sighs.
hums at Gregory's mothering, amused. "I think I'll be fine," he answers, though smiling at him. "I'll be right back, then, please make yourself at home," he offers, before slipping off to the
kitchen to brew them some coffee, leaving Gregory alone in the studio. Laid out on the desk were multiple one-off drawings that didn't seem to be from any sort of story ideas Francis might have for the future
either, while his pages for the book sat neatly in a folder off to the side of the desk. He'd gotten all his pencil revisions done, but hadn't bothered to start inking them yet.
takes the chance to nose over Francis' drawings, half annoyed half amused to see the book neatly off to the side. Eventually he settles at the desk chair, studying the_
Pictures spread out in front of him.
comes back fairly soon with two mugs of coffee, offering Gregory his with a smile when he sees him looking over his doodles. "Am I going to get scolded?" he asks in amusement.
Gets up to welcome Francis back, taking the mug with a quiet thank you. "I thought about it," he starts, face rather stern before it breaks into a grin. "But you can't work 24/7."
glances back down at the pictures, "Are these just for fun?"
watches when Gregory gives him that stern look, pretending to be concerned, but then grins when the look gives way to a smile. "Mm, oui," he replies, sipping from his mug The coffee was
rather delicious, he notes. "Sometimes I get bored of drawing fae all the time," he explains with a smile. He was feeling more agreeable than normal now, with Gregory having given him a nice gift. "I
can get back to the book right away though."
shakes his head, "I should probably okay the changes before you start inking.' He sips from his own cup, the taste lost on him.
"You know... You could always venture into other genre of children's books. Or illustrate the front covers of novels?"
hums softly. "I suppose, I suppose," he agrees, setting down his coffee to pick up the portfolio and start layign the pages out again. He chuckles at the suggestion, knowing that wouldn't serve his purposees,
but... maybe... "The could be fun as a side project... I think its best if I keep writing children's stories, however."
Places his coffee as far away from the manuscript as possible, slowly taking in each and every page. 'The perspective on the second to last page is off... But apart from that, I think I can approve of this.'
He had let one or two obscure innuendoes slip through, intentionally. Something to keep the parents on their toes.
grins when he realizes Gregory lets slip a few things with his approval, nodding in agreement. "I'll fix that up and ink them then. Merci~" He hums, admiring his own work for a moment.
shakes his head at the grin, struggling to hide his own. "How long do you think inking will take?"
glances over at him, noticing the grin tugging at Greg's lips. "Why M. MacIntyre, is that some hint of mischief I see on your expression?" he teases, before shrugging at the question. "Hmm... I should say about
a week and a half, perhaps?"
shakes his head, despite the fact that his eyes wrinkle at the corners, revealing his amusement. 'Let's say two weeks then.'
|| "Two weeks it is then," Francis smiles, in a mood to accommodate Gregory's requests thanks to the gift, but highly amused to find the other seemed to be in just as good of spirits. Perhaps his charm was
stronger than he had thought... or this man was far more susceptible to it. He tucks his drawings back into their portfolio, before picking up his coffee again and leaning against the edge of the desk, nearer
Gregory. "Now... do I have a trouble maker for an editor~?" he grins, eyes glinting a slightly lighter blue as he studies the Scot.
has always been a sucker for a pretty face. "What makes you say that?" He takes a small step away from Francis, all the while trying to keep a straight face.
|Which proves to be incredibly hard under the gaze of such a man. It's only mere moments before he crumbles under it. "I just think parents would appreciate them, is all."
|He gives a little shrug, meeting Francis' gaze.
stays where he is, noting in amusement the half step away. He can't help but laugh with the confession though, pleased to have pulled it from him without having to say anything really. "Gregory,
my dear," he answers, shifting to drape an arm over the man's shoulders playfully. "I think we will get along just fine~"
Tenses under the arm, grip on his cup tightening. 'Since when did we start calling each other by our first names?'
laughs, patting his shoulder. "Since right now, when I decided we could be friends~" he hums, giving him a grin before pulling back again, noting how he tensed.
feels as though e had just lost a little something, although he can't quite place what. "I'm glad you seem happy with our working relationship."
He didn't need any encouragement for the little crush he was ignoring.
finishes his coffee, holding onto the cup as he looks about. 'I started reading about Nix... Kinda like Grimm's fairy tales, isn't it?'
|| "Could always become more~" he murmurs with a wink, before taking a sip from his own mug and pretending he didn't say anything. He does freeze for a half second when Gregory brings up Nix, though
arching a brow at him and quickly regaining his grin. "Fairy tales aren't always the nice fables we tell children now a days," he hums. "Though, going straight for the maneaters, are we?" he asks, eyes only
slightly betraying how closely he was paying attention to Gregory now.
Almost chokes on his coffee, gaze moving to Francis to only see him asking nonchalant... Perhaps he had misheard. He clears his throat, cheeks a little red. "You hair earlier reminded me of them."
"I just started reading about them this morning..." He shrugs, "Guess my imagination is overreacting."
|| There's definitely a glimmer of mischief in his expression when Gregory sputters like that, but he's distracted away from teasing with the conversation edging towards danger bells in his
head. "Because it was wet?" he asks with a laugh. "That's sort of a common thing," he points out.
nods, smiling. 'It just reminded me of them, is all.' He settles his cup down, "I'm curious as to how you would add them to books however."
hums softly, as if considering it. "...hardly a cheery story, really. Born from death, to bring more death..." he mused. He reeeeally wanted to write about himself, but it was so hard to figure out a
good way to do so so that the company would actually allow to be published. Maybe Gregory had something with his other genre idea though...
Begins to walk about, almost as though he was pacing. You could almost watch the clogs clicking over in his mind. 'Don't the ones in Scandinavia often keep lonely people company?'
smiles, 'You have plenty of other myths and folklore to work with though.' He stops in front of Francis. 'You haven't done brownies yet.'
starts to feel anxious from Gregory's pacing combined with the topic, but outwardly keeps himself calm, an almost bored look on his face at the suggestion. "If you lived in Scandinavia, you'd be starved for
company too," he replies, humming at the second suggestion and finishing off his coffee. "That's true. Brownies could make a decent story I suppose..." Not that he'd ever known any personally... he'd have
to make something up.
gets the feeling he's said something to upset the other. He falls quiet, before nodding. Mostly for his own benefit. "I should just leave you to the stories, huh?'
He grins, rubbing the back of his neck. He feels rather foolish.
rather had no interest in portraying himself as anything less than he is, though he notices Gregory's reactions and wonders if he had been a bit too obvious. He smiles again to reassure the other, shaking his
head. "Well, if you know any interesting stories you'd like to share with me, I'd like to hear them. If you brought up brownies, you must be interested in them, oui?"
takes the encouragement, although he's sure to keep his confidence in check. "I think the fact that they clean will sell well with the parents. They'll see it as a way to encourage their children to clean.'
chuckles softly, humming in consideration. "True.... or it could go the opposite direction.... why bother cleaning if a brownie will come along as do it for you?" he banters, playfully, glad to steer the
topic away from nixes for the time being.
's cheeks tinge,"It worked on me though. My mum would tell me I had to pick up the big stuff, otherwise they might get crushed trying to clean."
smiles again at the confession. "Ahh, that does make sense... they're quite small creatures. Though not fragile, last I knew," he adds in amusement. "Did your mum tell you lots of faerie stories, then?"
thinks about that, crossing his arms. 'Only when she wanted me to do something. We lived near Loch Ness so I was kinda of obsessed with that.' He still was.
laughs at that, leaning against the desk. "Loch Ness hmm, does that mean you believed in Nessie?" he asks curiously.
|"She's easier to believe in than fairies!" He retorts, perhaps a bit too hastily.
just barely stops himself from scoffing, instead raising an eyebrow at the quick comeback. "Oh is that so?" he asks, laughing a bit. "She's about as plausible as a mermaid, you know.."
shakes his head, "There's no photographic evidence of a mermaid though."
grins. "Mermaids just look like humans where they pop up out of the water," he offers. "Although... so you believe all those blurry photos of Nessie are real then?"
Furrows his brow. He can hear the disbelief in Francis' voice. '... They're old. The technology is old.'
hums softly. "Have you seen her then?"
Hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. 'No.'
|| "Then Nessie is only as plausible as every other creature," he confirms with a smirk.
doesn't want to admit to having taken a 'picture' himself. Still... "Nessie just makes sense though. It's not hard to believe in a sea creature, with no magical powers."
hums in doubt at that, an amused smile on his face. "You don't know that she doesn't have any powers, you've never met her." He's just playing devil's advocate now, amused at Gregory's insistence.
Can tell he's amusing the other, his lips briefly thinning with annoyance before he smiles, amused at himself too. He rarely got this worked up. 'Well if she does, she keeps it well to herself.'
grins at that small change in his expression, laughing a bit as Gregory calms down again. "Maybe that's her secret power," he winks.
nods, keeping his cool this time round, "Perhaps it is." He makes a show of checking the time, before announcing. "I should probably be heading back to the office."
He smiles apologetically, "Thanks for the coffee."
chuckles softly as the other holds himself back but checks his watch, probably in looking for a way out. "Ah oui, time to leave me be again so soon, hm?" he teases, smiling at him. "Non non, thank you for
the coffee. I quite enjoyed it," he replies. "I hope you catch that photo of Nessie one day~"
has perhaps never been quite this best red in front of Francis before. He can barely manage a grunt in reply, haphazardly gathering his stuff.
's feathers have been ruffled, and he's not in much of a better state once he's ready to go. "I'll see you at the Christmas party," he murmurs, his parting words before he escapes out into the cold.
smirks when he sees the red on Gregory's cheeks, bidding him adieu happily before returning to his work for a bit.
|| The time of the work Christmas party had arrived and Francis found himself once again unimpressed with the way the holiday had morphed into something so sanitized and boring. He definitely missed the
old days of when he was younger. But he came to the party anyways, because he had already learned that everyone celebrated this time of year, and it was much more hassle to become a "scrooge" over it that
it was to just give in. At least drinking was still a thing that the humans loved! Francis had come to the party well-dressed and he made pleasant small talk with everyone.
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was struggling to contain his childish grin as he walked into the Christmas party. It wasn't that he particularly enjoyed wearing a jumper with bells on it...
But that was a small price to pay for the holiday cheer that filled the room. He picks up a glass of champagne as he makes his way further into the room, bumping into one of teen novel authors first of all.
|His eyes are scanning the room as he makes small talk, spotting Francis and the small group he has managed to gather for himself. It didn't really surprise Gregory.
Doesn't realise he's starring until his company clears her throat and he's brought back to the conversation at hand with a small flush and apology.
. was at least generally enjoying himself with the party atmosphere, even if Christmas was not his thing really. He had noticed Gregory from across the room and flashed a grin at him before bringing his
attention back to his current group conversation, unaware of the monstrosity that Gregory was wearing yet.
is soon able to excuse himself, planning to greet Francis next and apologise for the last time. It's with an ominous jingle that he descends on the group, grin bright as he chimes, 'Merry Christmas.'
stops mid sentence when he starts to hear the bells coming up to him, facial expression tightening though he manages to continue pretending he's cheerful. "Gregory...!" he greets with a bit of surprise. "Merry
Christmas!" Francis glances down to see the source of the bells, a quick grimace crossing his face and quickly replacing it with the smile. "...what a lovely sweater you have.."
Watches Francis with a puzzled expression, wondering if he had offended the man more than he had previously thought. "Thanks. The company provided it."
|He shared a suffering smile with the other editors, "Although, I think I drew the short straw." He pinches the material of his jumper and gives it a shake for emphasise. "You can hear me coming."
can feel himself dying inside when Gregory shakes the bells again... whether literally or figuratively he didn't know, but those bells were something he needed to get away from. "From a mile away," he agrees,
the practised smile still on his lips. "Excuse me, mon amis. I must step off to refresh my drink," he says not a moment later, excusing himself as politely as he could to try and get away from the bells.
frowns, excusing himself to go after Francis. "I didn't realise my jumper was quite that offensive," he jokes, following Francis towards the bar.
internally screams as Gregory follows him, ordering himself another drink before turning back to him, smile still on his face. "I didn't say anything bad about it?" he replies, trying to act casually.
Raises an eyebrow, although Francis seems perfectly fine, pleasant even. "Do I smell?" He asks, crowding Francis in a little as more people come to order drinks.
He himself manages to get a nip of whisky before the real shoving begins.
takes his new glass of wine, feeling worse the more Gregory crowded against him and he heard the damn bells with every move. "I just needed a new drink, cher." Francis was concerned and confused
over Gregory's attire... surely the man hadn't already figured him out... but if he had, this was a specially unique brand of torture. "Wow, it sure is crowded here," he remarks, pulling away from the bar, but
this time aware Gregory would follow... unfortunately. "How are you doing?"
Glances around, humming in agreement. 'I suppose it is... We could step outside, if you'd rather?' He shifts with the question, answering it with one of his own.
"You didn't take offence after my last visit, did you?"
hums at the questions. "Non of course not. I enjoy our little debates," he answers, shrugging a bit as he glances towards the door. "...sure.. I could use a smoke." And perhaps if he was lucky, he could lose
Gregory on the way back inside.
seems relieved, shoulders relaxing as he leads Francis outside. "I'm sorry none the less," he continues once they are outside, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I was hardly professional."
stares suspiciously at the back of Gregory's head as he lets himself be lead outside, trying to remember if he had given anything away during their last trip.. Gregory had started speaking of Nakks too
easily... He hums and resumes acting normal once they're outside and lights up a smoke. "It's alright, you brought me a pretty good bag of coffee to make up for it," he smiles. He wasn't entirely
lying... he was always open to being nicer once given gifts. It was a weakness.
doesn't light up himself, only giving the cigarette a cursory glance. He had thankfully never started smoking. "It's gonna start getting expensive if I have to buy you something every time I visit."
He leans against the railing, sipping his own drink. "Have you seen any of your old editors tonight?"
had started smoking back when it had been common for everyone in an office to smoke, and so far had enjoyed the habit and kept it for now. He chuckles a bit at the comment, humming. "Or you could just start
being nicer," he teases. Even just the small ring of the bells as Gregory shifts causes him to stay on edge as he takes a puff from the cigarette though. "I saw one earlier... I suspect I'll see the rest if I
continue making the rounds. Any of your previous authors here tonight?"
turns to look out at the view, causing a small racket as he does. 'I don't have any old authors, yet.' He looks a bit sheepish, "I'm still a bit green."
outwardly cringes this time at the racket, finishing off his cigarette. "Oh dear, I'm your test subject?" he teases, butting out his cig in the ashtray. "Guess I should be a bit rougher on you then, hm?"
Furrows his brow in concern, torn between feeling concerned or offended. He hadn't missed that wince. "Are you feeling alright?"
shakes his head. "It's just a bit cold, perhaps we ought to go back inside?" he suggests, smiling a little at him to reassure him.
Nods, supposing it was a bit chilly. "We should. I need to catch up with my other authors." Perhaps Francis just wanted a bit of space. Something Gregory could give him.
definitely was planning on slipping away the moment they were inside. Gregory's bells were driving him nuts and he needed to get away. "How many more do you have?" he asks, leading the way to
inside and holding the door for Greg and motioning he can go first.
Thanks him as he passes through the door. "Only three more. You're the only one that does picture books though." And the only male... Although he wasn't quite sure why that was.
hums in acknowledgement. "So I'm the most interesting," he decides, following Greg inside and looking for his opporunity.
Laughs, "You could say that. You're certainly the least amount of work." He isn't keeping that close of an eye on Francis, meaning the other shouldn't find it that hard to escape.
laughs at that comment, spotting his chance. "Guess I'd better start being harder on you then," he teases, before easily slipping away amongst the crowd.
Turns to reply, blinking in surprise when he finds himself talking to no one. He takes the desertion to heart, not seeking out Francis for the rest of the evening.
rids himself of the jumper at some point in the evening, although that in no way changes his feelings to Francis.
He decides, rather stubbornly, to engage himself with the authors that actually seemed to like his company.
manages to almost run into Gregory several more times, the ringing of the bells causing him to wince and make his way away from him immediately instead. He debates going home after the third time, though as
he's debating it he literally bumps into Gregory again from behind, about to book it before he realizes there's no horrendous ringing. He freezes for a slightly different reason, wondering what sort of game
Greg was playing... did the man know? Had he figured him out and thought him gone? He decides he'd better act civil despite his worries however. "Ah there you are. Enjoying the party?"
Seems to take offence to the light way Francis greets him, not having failed to notice an earlier near encounter. "I am," he replies, trying to keep the anger from his voice.
notices the reaction Gregory seems to have, humming slighty. Was he mad at him? Maybe he was safe after all and the other didn't know... "Are these some of your other authors?" he asks, reaching out to
shake hands with the group he had interrupted, giving them a charming smile as he introduces himself and apologizes for interrupting.
Catches himself for having been rude and introduces Francis to the group, listing off their books as he goes. It's not hard to see he's mostly dealing with teen fiction.
Gregory for the most part lets Francis and his authors carry the conversation, interjecting when prompted.
is a little peeved, although the alcohol he had consumed probably didn't help.
seems to be a natural as he chats and charms the other authors, noting the difference between ttheir books and his own. It was a bit funny to him, really. Eventually the conversation drops enough thatthe
others drift away to other groups, leaving Francis and Gregory.
watches as Francis charms his way though the conversation, and belatedly realises a lot of characters in upcoming books will probably be based on the man... Oh joy.
He doesn't quite realise they've been left alone until it's too late to excuse himself. "Have you been enjoying the party?"
would be delighted to hear that... hellved knowing he was still able to charm people well. He smiles at Gregory pleasantly, the internal pain fromthe bells earlier gone now. "I have! It's so
nice meeting the other authors, I don't get to often."
Hums, not having thought Francis seemed particularly lonely before. "I suppose I could introduce you to some fellow picture book authors.
wasn't really lonely, he just liked charming new people. "Ooh, yes. I did notice that the rest of your team seems to be teen fiction... I'm the odd one out, hm?"
nods, thawing the slightest bit as Francis seemed at least willing to continue a conversation with him. "I think it was more a matter of timing, than anything else."
He holds back his sigh, knowing it was also a nod towards his inexperience. "I think I was handed experienced Authors as well." Some of the older women in particular seemed to enjoy having someone to coddle,
and guide through the intricacies of the industry.
Francis
feels
much more calm now that the bell laden sweater had disappeared. He notes the change in temperature from Gregory with a bit of a smile, resting assured more and more in that Gregory had no
idea. "Ahh, do the rest of them like to mother you then?" he teases. "I know you said I was the one who gave you the most trouble."
Shakes his head. "The opposite. You give me the least trouble..." He settles back against a pillar, downing the remainder of the drink. "The ladies just like to make sure I'm looked after is all."
He glances up, noting one of them close by and watching them. "They're also looking for material, I'm sure." It was why his meetings with them tended to be at cafes and restaurants, on the company's budget.
laughs at his answer. "Ah right. I need to give you more trouble then." He glances to where Gregory looks, grinning when he spots the woman watching them before looking back to Gregory. "Material, hmm?" He
|asks conspiratorialy, getting an idea. "Do you ever find that you want to be the character they write about?" he teases, shifting to caress Greg's cheek as he leans closer, and stepping in front of him to let
the imagination of the woman watching them go wild.
Looks mildly horrified at the thought of Francis causing trouble. "I'd rather you di..." The words die on his throat as Francis caresses his cheek, colour flooding towards his face.
"I... Uh... I don't think they would use me," he manages, pressing further back into the wall. He wasn't quite sure what to think of this. Francis suddenly going from cold to hot.
's gaze drops to Francis' lips, and then resolutely back up to his eyes. If there is anything akin to want in his expression, he would surely deny it upon being questioned.
's grin shows he's being very troublesome on purpose, watching Gregory's reactions in interest. "I'm not sure why they wouldn't," he murmurs, leaning in as Gregory tries to get away, that glance to his lips not
going unnoticed. "You don't seem too opposed..." he grins, leaning in to place a slow kiss at the corner of Gregory's mouth (he knew this was still a work party after all), before pulling back, and glancing
over his shoulder with a wink to the woman who had been watching.
at once feels elated and unsatisfied with the kiss, his chest aching dully as Francis pulls away. "... We work together." His eyes follow Francis' gaze, to the woman and his stomach drops.
His eyebrows twitch, and without so much as brushing up against the man extracts himself from the situation. "I'm going to grab a drink," he manages, ego bruised.
Stiff footfalls follow his progress, shoulders tense in anger and shame. Being the butt of a funny gesture didn't sit well with him.
chuckles softly at the protest, feeling pretty back in his element now. "I don't see why that should matter~ It's a party, after all!" he hums with a grin. He blinks though, as Gregory slips out to make a
quick getaway, confused by the hurt on Greg's face. He hesitates a moment, before following Gregory more out of curiosity than understanding that he's doing wrong here. "Did you not enjoy that, mon
cher?" he asks as he catches up to him again.
curses his luck. Earlier Francis wouldn't have anything to do with him, and now he was stuck by his side. "I don't like being toyed with and used for entertainment." He had enjoyed it,
|which had perhaps annoyed him the most.
laughs a bit at that, shaking his head. "It's just a spot of fun. I think your other author quite enjoyed it, judging from the look on her face," he grins.
|The line of Gregory's mouth thins as he realises just how lightly Francis took this. Before they quite reach the bar he changes direction and leads them off to a more private spot, where Francis could do the
_least damage. "It might just be a bit of fun for you. You can always find a new editor if I get fired, huh?"
arches a brow as Gregory takes a turn to a more private area, hesitating only slightly before following him. He blinks at the accusatory tone, smiling in a way that was meant to be reassuring but probably
just came off as cocky. "You're worried about that? Ah no, you wouldn't get fired," he brushes off easily. After all... well, his bosses already knew his habit to flirt.
Resists the urge to grab Francis and give him a shake. "You don't care about anyone, do you?" It comes out heated, and perhaps not entirely meant.
Looks like he regrets it the moment it spills from his mouth.
blinks at him, looking taken aback by the outburst. "Excuse me?" he asks, not quite sure how to answer that. He didn't really put the same value on humans as he did his old friends, of course, but he couldn't
just say that. But he did enjoy having the company he kept currently, so it wasn't entirely true either.
Drags a hand down his face and turns away from Francis. He had said something quite unacceptable, all in the heat of the moment and through the haze of alcohol. It was something quite unforgivable...
|"I'll ask them to assign you a new editor for the new year." He didn't see what else could be done after an outburst like that. "Of course I will explain that it's my fault," he adds, sounding tired.
crosses his arms as he watches Gregory seem to go through a moral dilemma, a sort of neutral expression on his own face. He looks upset when Greg makes that comment. "Why would you do that?" he asks, looking
hurt. "Do you hate working with me that much?"
Shakes his head, "No... Of course not." He looks a loss for words, eyebrows furrowing. "I just thought after what I said..." He scratches his head, looking out of sorts.
|Gregory wasn't good with this sort of thing at all.
hums softly, glancing down at his crossed arms in thought for a moment. "...well, I suppose not everyone likes my teasing," he concedes after a moment, wondering if maybe his charm had finally run out after
all, and upset that maybe Gregory wouldn't be someone he could keep for a while as he had previously thought. "If you dislike it, then do as you will," he replies in a bit of a huff, straightening his
shirt as he turns to leave.
Would argue his charm had worked too well, if he was privy to such information. He hesitates a moment before grabbing Francis' wrist and tugging him close.
|"I still want to be your editor but you can't go kissing me when you don't mean it." He glances down at Francis lips, before leaning in so that their lips almost brush. "It's not fair."
|He lets out a deep sigh, letting go of Francis finally.
gasps as he's tugged back and pulled close, looking rather surprised at the move. He was used to flirting and seduction, and of course his fair share of just teasing... but rarely was he ever on the receiving
end of it; he always preferred to have control. "I...uh..." he hesitates as Gregory gets closer, cheeks tinting pink. Gregory should be proud of himself. "Noted," he replies, decidedly less cocky than
before, pulling his hand back and adjusting his sleeve.
doesn't quite have it in him to feel proud, although he notes the flush with a small note of satisfaction. "Then I think we can continue to work together," he murmurs, trying to compose himself.
| "I look forward to working with you in the new year, Mr. Bonnefoy."
hums softly, eyeing Gregory up for a moment. He was simultaneously annoyed and yet impressed at how bold the other had been and how much it had affected him. "I think I can agree to that
sentiment," he says after a minor pause, extending his hand for a handshake as a truce.
Takes the hand, giving it a firm shake. "Now if you don't mind. I think I am going to go get myself another drink." And perhaps attempt damage control.
shakes his hand, laughing a bit at that comment. "A lovely plan, I won't hold you back," he smiles, stepping aside to let Gregory pass. "Happy New Year, and I'm sure I'll see you soon," he bids adieu, deciding
perhaps he's had his fill for the night and might head home instead.
|As an editor, Gregory had many tasks. Perhaps the one he liked the least was organising the launch parties for an author's book. It was difficult to create an event that even came close to showing the_
Company's gratitude. Francis' launch party in particular, his very first, was giving him cause to worry. He had been stupid enough to book the national gardens as their venue, meaning the party was at the_
Mercy of the weather. The sky had insisted on being overcast the whole day before settling into a sunset not even Gregory could have imagined.
The sky was alight with warm reds and oranges, rich purples staining the clouds. It gave the grounds the feeling of Francis' books.
The chill in the weather was countered by tables with built in heaters, littered strategically apart. Food and Drink was carried in by waiters and waitresses.
|The centre piece of the party was hidden in the greenery of the garden, iron cast figurines of fairies surrounding the guests.
|The cast of Antonio was set aside, to be carefully presented to Francis before his speech. He couldn't say that the party would be a resounding success... But he had tried his very best by Francis.
|Gregory stands nervously by the entrance of the party, waiting for Francis to arrive. Since the Christmas party he had grown unbearably aware of the man, despite his every intention to ignore the man.
|Perhaps that's why he wanted to be there when the car drove up to let Francis out, to see his reaction for himself.
wasn't entirely sure what to expect for this party. He knew it was going to be Gregory's first time setting up a launch party, and while he trusted the man he hadn't put his expectations too high. After all, he
worked in children's books and Gregory didn't seem like much of a party planner. He looks out the window as his car is pulling up to the venue though, already eyes wide as he's impressed by what he sees. He
takes one more glance into a pocket mirror to make sure he looks good before stepping out of the car, closing the door behind him and looking around to take in the sights. The party set up combined with the
atmosphere of the sunset made for a gorgeous location, and even if some of it was luck, he certainly had to give Gregory kudos for it. He pauses though, noting the start of a headache... hopefully it wouldn't
affect his evening too much and he brushes it off as nothing as he looks around for the red head.
Feels his chest do something silly as he watches Francis get out of the car. He looked pleasantly surprised to say the least, something Gregory would say was a success for his first launch party.
|Gregory cou don't take all the credit. He had swallowed his pride and asked for advice... But it seemed worth it to see Francis admiring the party. "Do you like it?" He asks, a quiet presence by Francis' side.
seems a little surprised when Gregory is there beside him, but smiles widely at him. "Gregory!" he greets, turning to him. "I do. From what I can see, you've done a lovely job planning this, thank you," he
grins. He had relaxed slightly around Gregory after the party, when he had decided the man really didn't suspect anything about him. He had veered away from bringing up the topic of nakks in future
book ideas though, at least for the time being.
Smiles warmly, already leading Francis in. "Well the weather helped a lot," he has to admit. "And it's honestly the least we can do. After your book." The pre sales had somewhat exceeded Gregory's expectations.
Picks up a glass of wine for Francis, "I hope you don't find it too... Stereotypical." Even as he said that, fairy lights already installed in the garden lit up as it got darker.
follows him in, thanking him as he takes the wine glass from him. "I'm glad to hear the presales have gone so well, I had high hopes for this one," he smiles, taking a sip of his wine and blinking as the lights
come up. He can't help but laugh a little at the cliche, but it was very cute. "Hmm non, it's a nice touch," he decides. The further he stepped into the courtyard though, the more he noticed his head was
starting to hurt worse. In a strange way too.... He resists making a face for now, but he's starting to be suspicious about why.
Gregory guides Francis towards the hors d'oeuvres, stopping by a particularly large iron cast fairy quite by accident. "I took some of my coworkers advice when it came to catering."
He was quite lost when it came to cooking.
continues to follow him, though he can't help but wince and rub his head as they pause by the large statue. "Well, it looks great," he compliments, reaching to take an hors d'oeuvre before noticing the
statue. He pauses only slightly before straightening up again, munching on the snack. "Is that... from my story?" he asks, looking at it closely and trying to focus past the ache in his head.
Looks at the statue closely with the question, supposing it did have a passing resemblance to Roderich. "No... He does look like the conductor though, huh?"
For a moment he had almost thought the present had been spoiled. "We rented out the statues for the party."
Francis
was
having a hard time concentrating when he leaned in, so he stood back when Gregory responds, nodding along. "It's cute, certainly fits the theme," he chuckles. "He does look a little like the
conductor," he agrees.
Leads Francis away, planning to get him settled near the stage. "I hope you're ready to present your book."
follows after him, noticing as he gets to the stage his headache lightens up a bit... and he realizes he's felt this particular headache before. He glances at Gregory suspiciously, though smiling at him again
when he looks back at him. "Mhm, I've got the notes you made on my speech right here," he answers, pulling out the cards he had no intention of actually paying attention to from his pocket.
had tried his best... That's all he could say when it comes to Francis' actions. "Are you going to pay attention to them though?" He asks, smile knowing.
He shows Francis his seat, although makes no move to suggest that he should sit. "I asked my coworkers to bring their picture book authors along... You should go find them."
had to get everything ready, or he would have accompanied Francis himself.
laughs a bit at the question, returning the cards to his pocket and simply replying with a grin. He glances to his seat to make note of it, nodding. "I'll go say hello, then. Do you know where they
are?" he asks, glancing back to the rest of the people at the party.
nods towards one of his coworkers, who brings an author along with her. "This is Katie... I'm sure she'll be happy to show you about." He gives the editor a grateful smile before excusing himself to get ready.
|Katie does do her bit to introduce Francis to her own Authors, all picture book authors.
spends that time readying the stage, running about to ensure that everything goes well. It feels like far too soon that he's inviting everyone to take their seats,
_rows upon rows facing the gazebo which has a stage set up in front of it.
smiles when Katie comes over, introducing himself and happy to go off and socialize while Gregory does the boring party preparations. He can't help but glace to him from time to time though, wondering at the
back of his mind if maybe he should evaluate if he could tell Gregory his secret... these snafus seemed to keep happening and he was trying to convince himself it was purely accidental on the other's part, but
he still had some doubt if maybe the other secretly already knew and got a kick out of harming him like this. Between the Christmas party and now it had varied... sometimes Gregory did things that were common
wards to keep faeries away, and other times he came bringing gifts or did things that Francis favoured. It was very confusing. He smiles and excuse himself from the crowd when Gregory is calling
everyone to the gazebo, slipping into his seat gracefully, flashing Greg a smile to let him know he was here.
Throws Francis a grin back, adding on a wink as he tries hide his nervousness. When everyone is seated he takes to the stage, maintaining a casual aura despite the tremor in his hand.
"I want to thank you all for coming to the launch party of Francis' Bonnefoy's highly anticipated book." He starts, glancing down at his cards for a moment before putting them down.
"The original draft of this book still haunts me in my dreams." He admits, scoffing. "Mr. Bonnefoy strode in, as serious as can be, and presented me with his draft." He steps away from the podium.
"I thought he was proposing an adult picture book... It was that graphic. Fortunately that was only a joke, and the following drafts showcased Mr. Bonnefoy's amazing_
Aptitude for world building. It is perhaps his characters that astound us all the most however. When you open the first page of the book you are embraced by a bright and colourful character, full of vibrancy."
reaches under the podium to pull out the statue of the sun fairy, Antonio. "And while this is a mere facsimile of the character that dances upon the pages of your book," he turns his face to Francis, grinning
like a boy who just scored the match winning goal. "I hope you will accept this small token of our appreciation." A round of applause follows the small speech, Gregory waiting to present him with the statue.
's grin grows when Gregory winks back, curious as to the burst of confidence from him. When he starts with the speech and brings up the first draft, Francis has to do his best to hold back his snickers, not
missing the look from the head of publishing that glanced his way at the description. He can't help but preen a bit as he calms and listens to the rest of the speech, pride growing with all the
compliments to his writing. When he notices Gregory's cue for him to join him at the podium he stands, chest puffed out as he approaches the podium with a confident grin despite the underlying headache eating
at him. "Thank you, Gregory!" He replies over the din of applause, reaching out to take the statue. "This is truly amazing, I-" he inhales sharply in surprise the moment the statue is placed in his hands, the
heavy iron burning his skin and causing him to immediately drop to the ground with the loudest THUNK it in surprise. He freezes a half second, looking mortified before trying to hide it with a nervous
laugh. "I guess my hands aren't as steady if they aren't holding a brush," he jokes for the audience's benefit, though knowing he had to pick it back up. He quietly inhales and grits his teeth, reaching down
swiftly to pick up the burning iron with his left hand, admiring it for a half moment before setting it onto the podium instead and only barely managing to hold back a cry of pain. He thanked his lucky stars
that there was a podium. "This is a truly remarkable sculpture, thank you so much!" he praises, left hand slipping into his pocket as soon as he's set down the sculpt, to hide the way his skin had seared.
Gregory startles as the statue is dropped upon the ground, wincing as the small thud seems magnified in the sudden silence. He hesitates as Francis brushes off the slip,
Deciding to remain on stage with the man. If somewhat off to the side. "Thank you Mr. Bonnefoy for all of your wonderful work... Now, could you please tell us more about your book?"
His face is forced into a strained smile, eyes overcast with worry as he watches Francis.
| The smile on Francis's face is a strained one now as well, practised enough to fool anyone that didn't spend much time with him. He curls his hand in his pocket to try and ignore the pain for the moment,
remembering the speech he has. "Ah yes, of course.." he starts, delving into his speech but running a much shortened version of it than what he had written to show Gregory before. He finishes off the speech
quite well still, thanking everyone for their help and hard work and giving a special thanks to Gregory for putting up with him. As soon as it seems acceptable, he takes his chance to leave the centre of
attention, conveniently forgetting his statue at the podium.
Watches Francis, concern mounting as he rather quickly realises the speech is far shorter than they had planned. He follows Francis off the stage, the entertainment for the night quickly replacing the both of_
them. "Fra- Mr. Bonnefoy? Are you alright?" He reaches out to grab Francis' shoulder.
startles as the hand lands on his shoulder, though he probably should've expected Gregory would know something's up. He turns back to him with that same strained smile from before. "Ah Gregory! Thank
you for the excellent presentation and the statue, it's truly lovley. I just need to slip off for a moment, if you'll excuse me," he tries to just keep talking so Gregory can't get a word in otherwise,
taking a couple steps as he walks. "I promise I'm all yours again in just a moment." He's glad the initial sharp burn has cooled to a duller throb by this point so it's easier to fake
pleasantries, but he still needs to tend to it.
's eyes narrow, looking the man over and noticing the hand awkwardly shoved into his left pocket. "Did you cut your hand on the statue?" He asks, following Francis' steps steadily. "Let me see your hand."
|His hand tightens on Francis' shoulder, the other reaching for his left elbow.
tenses when Gregory's grip tightens, before jerking his hand out of his pocket to shoo him away reflexively. "No, no, nothing like that," he asures him, noting his error and quick to try and
press his hand back against his hip, wincing slightly. "I just need to go to the washroom," he tries to excuse himself again.
Sucks in a breath through his teeth when he sees the state of Francis' hand, waving him off despite. "How the hell did you do that Francis?" He asks, astounded as he drags him to the restrooms himself.
curses under his breath as Gregory drags him off, trying to pull away from him still as he desperately tries to think of an excuse for his hand being seared like that. "...I fell against
the stove this morning, it's not that bad," he tries, finally managing to jerk his arm away when they reach the privacy of the washroom.
raises an eyebrow, looking down at the hand in question. "You won't mind me looking at it then." He crowds Francis up against the sink counter, holding out an expectant hand.
hesitates, pressing back against the counter as Gregory crowds him, feeling his heartbeat start to race as he realizes he's trapped. He reluctantly offers his hand to him, glancing away petulantly. Francis
didn't like admitting defeat and he didn't like receiving help. If he was at full strength this minor burn would've been nothing to him, but trapped in this world of non belief, sped up healing was not
something available to him anymore.
Looks down at the offered hand, taking a moment to carefully look at it before he's turning Francis to run it under cold water. "I think you'll find that burn is fresh, Mr. Bonnefoy."
He presses up against him out of necessity, grip on the man's wrist almost bruising. "Did you burn it on one of the tables?"
almost yanks his hand back when Gregory hesitates to observe it first, but then suddenly he's turned around, trapped against the counter and the sting of the cold water hits the burn. He inhales sharply and
smacks his other hand against the countertop to keep himself from shouting. He tries to pull away, but between Gregory's weight pressed against his behind, and the surprisingly strong, bruising grasp on his
wrist, he was quite effectively trapped. "I..." he starts, pausing when Gregory mentions the tables. That's a better excuse, he decides quickly. "...yes, I'm sorry. I didn't want to alarm you," he answers,
trying to look like he meant it. This was a terrible situation to be in... with his back and forth on if Gregory knew what he was already, he was immensely worried that this burn could easily be the end of this
current life; he'd have to disappear again.
's grip loosens as Francis apologises, confusion painted over his face. "Why are you apologising?" He asks, shifting so that he's not quite so closely pressed up to Francis.
His other hand comes to rest over the hand on the counter, trying to soothe him. The burn looked bad, even if it was only a minor one.
lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when Gregory finally loosens up his grip, hesitating at the question. "...you seemed mad..." he answers, staring down at his hand as Gregory lays his on
top. His cheeks tint pink as he calms down, realizing as Gregory pulls back slightly that he's somehow allowed the other to to pin him again.
|"I am mad... Is that a reason to apologise?" He breaths in slowly, eyes shutting for a moment. "Do you think you can keep it under there for another five minutes while I get a bandage?"
frowns slightly at the answer. "Well what do you expect me to say then?" he huffs, not really looking for an answer. "I don't need to be babysat."
Scoffs, finally pulling back. "Yes. Yes, you do." He pats Francis on the back. "I'll go get one... Perhaps the head of publishing will oblige?"
's frown deepens at the pat and his reply. "The caterers probably have a first aid kit on hand," he points out as if it's obvious, staring down at his hand under the running water. Any previous
spark of admiration for Gregory was rapidly turning to annoyance.
nods. "I'll be back in a few minutes then." He throws Francis an anxious look, before leaving to go grab the kit. It doesn't take long, thankfully, and he almost breaks into a
_run as he makes his way back to see if Francis had stuck around or not.
he turned the water off almost immediately after Gregory had left, the ice cold water causing him more sting than he deemed worth. He'd debated leaving, but knew he'd never hear the end of it so instead he was
leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, a petulant look on his face as he waits for Gregory and counts himself lucky that no one else wanted the washroom for the moment.
Pushes the door open, breath slightly haggard. His shoulders visible relax when he spots Francis, making his way forward. "They have a salve for burns." The kit is placed on the counter next to Francis.
"How long did you keep it under the water after I left?"
glances up at him when Gregory bursts in, noting that the other seemed to have run with a frown. "Long enough," he replies to the question, glancing down at the items Gregory brought with him.
| The warmth of his hand when Gregory takes it again would give him away, but he hardly cared.
Opens the kit, a fairly simple kit aimed towards kitchen accidents. "At least that's something... Hopefully it doesn't scar."
hums, pulling out his hand again to look over the burn. He could see the odd pattern the statue had made against his skin now that the irritation had started to go down, and he prayed that Gregory never
noticed. "I'm sure it'll be fine," he offers, curling his fingers closed to try and hide it again. "You had my hand under the water until it felt like an icicle, after all."
Seems troubled none the less as rips open a sterilising wipe. "It's... It's not the hand you draw with, is it?" Gregory had never paid attention before.
hums, some amusement sparking in his eyes t the fact his editor had managed to never pick up on his dominant hand, though the amusement doesn't make it to a smile. "Non," he assures him. "I am lucky in that
way," he offers, though really he had had that thought to himself when he had to pick the statue back up.
Looks relieved as he offers Francis the wipe, guessing he could at least do that much himself. "That's at least something though, I guess you really need both though, huh?"
mumbles a thanks as he takes the wipe, cleaning off his hand himself, glad Gregory seemed to stop mother hen-ing him for the moment. "True, but it'll be fine. I'll just have to work a little slower
perhaps." Good thing he was in story mode for the next book, and not illustration yet. He moves to take the salve next, deciding perhaps he'll do the rest of it himself to keep Gregory from noticing
the strange scar pattern.
Hands over the salve, just out of Francis' reach, as he works on opening up the bandaging. That was something he intended to do, at the very least. "I can help you, if you need it."
takes the salve, rubbing it onto the wound and wincing as he does so. Right, still painful. "Help with my work?" he hums, glancing over at him as he caps the salve again carefully.
Steps in with the bandaging, carefully taking Francis' hand in his own. "Yeah. If you need any heavy lifting or stuff that you can't do, I can do it for you." That fell under the job of an editor, right?
hesitates, but allows Gregory to start wrapping his hand for him. "I'll keep that in mind," he chuckles. There wasn't really a lot of heavy lifting in his line of work, however.
Can't draw, so that's really all he could offer Francis. He wraps his hand carefully, careful to avoid wrapping it too tight. "... Did you like the statue?"
watches Gregory wrap his hand passively, relaxing once you couldn't see the shape of it anymore. He mentally bristles the moment Greg mentions the statue though, before he realizes what the question actually
Francis
was
. "Ah, it was really lovely, and such a sweet thing to have made for me!" he praises. Really, he would be overly pleased about the statue... if only it didn't cause him physical pain.
Smiles. "Really? I thought it would look good in your front garden, you know?" He finishes the wrapping, tucking in the end just above Francis' wrist. "I'll bring it over next time I visit."
smiles in return, nodding. "Oui, thank you for it!" He's admittedly relieved when Gregory offers to bring it over for him, relaxing a bit more as he can pull his wrist away at last. "That would be much
appreciated. It'll look lovely sitting amongst my flowers," he agrees, though logistically.. that meant he'd have a ward again fae on his own damn property.He might have to see if there was any way to fix that.
Grins, looking pleased with himself. The gift had been his idea after all. "Aye. It will." He tidies away the kit, glancing at Francis' hand again. "Why didn't you just say something?"
had just pulled himself away from the counter, at last ready to rejoin the party, when Gregory's question makes him pause again. "I didn't want you to worry about it," he half-lies. True, that wasn't the whole
reason... but Gregory worrying about it was causing him a headache too.
makes a face but says nothing. Perhaps Francis did need another editor... He cared too much. "You should go and enjoy your party," he says, forcing a smile.
laughs when he sees that face, reaching out to pinch Gregory's cheek. "Cheer up and go enjoy the party too," he answers, though taking the opportunity to slip out of the washroom at last. He had appearances
to make, after all.
Swipes away Francis' hand, rolling his eyes. "I will." He takes his time to return to the party, making his rounds and making sure to avoid Francis. They both needed a little space.
|| Weeks passed and Francis's hands healed, though now the iron menace sat proudly in his front garden, causing him a headache every time he passed by it. Francis was starting to grow anxious and ill and
knew he needed to get away, to go swimming again, so even though the air was still brisk for the late spring, he deemed it nice enough that his favourite lake
higher up in the mountains near their city would finally be a good location to get back to his roots. He had informed Gregory that he was taking the time off but not where he was going to, packed his
bags, and left for a good week's worth of time off.
spends much more time in the lake than he does in the hotel he had rented out, naked and mostly hidden and at home in the cold water. When it seemed like the coast was clear he'd perch himself prettily on a
rock, playing with his long golden hair and singing the old songs he used to use to lure people into the water. He did his best not to actually display himself when he hears anyone approach though, knowing if
he drowned more than one or two tourists in the span of one trip it would become suspicious.
had taken a long weekend to go hiking, the stress of the upcoming book launches getting to him a little. Turning off his phone for the weekend, he had escaped into the depth of the countryside.
Of course, you occasionally came across the odd hotel... But that only meant a warm meal and a warm bed for once. He had settled down by the most magnificent of lakes for his lunch, soaking his feet as he
_bit into a sandwich. He had shredded his coat, t-shirt soaked slightly in sweat from the trip up here. It wasn't a well traversed trail for the most part, allowing Gregory to let down his guard.
had heard the announcement of a hiker approaching, so he slipped into the water from his rock as quietly as he could, hiding with just his eyes and nose above the water. He tries to wait for the hiker
to pass, furrowing his brow a little as he hears the tell-tale rustling of someone settling in at the edge of his lake. He can't help his curiosity, slowly peeking around the edge of the rock to see who was
seated there, and to judge if he could have some fun... but his eyes widen as he spots the familiar figure sitting at the edge of the lake, and he quickly hides again. What the hell was he doing here!!
Pulls out a book once he's done with his sandwich, settling in for what seems like the long haul. His feet absentmindedly splash at the water as he is drawn into the book. He has yet to notice that he's being_
Watched.
frowns as he peeks again, noticing that Gregory has settled himself in with a book. He pouts for a bit, sinking into the water as he debates what to do. He gets an idea though, slipping into the river to pull
up a pebble from the ground, careful to be silent as he resurfaces again. He peeks over the rock, taking careful aim, and throwing the pebble at Gregory's head before ducking back down. Might as well annoy him.
Startles as the pebble connects with his temple, dropping his book into the lake with a start. He starts cursing as he grabs the book, flapping it about as one hand goes up to his head. "What the fuck?"
_he asks, scanning the area with a scowl.
grins as he hears the reaction, covering his mouth with his hand to keep himself from laughing out loud. He slips beneath to grab a few more stones, waiting to see if Gregory settles down again.
Sets the book down to let it dry in the sunlight, grumbling under his breath about it being a special edition. He takes the hand from his head, checking for blood before searching through his bag for
a small cloth. He soaks it in the lake before bringing it to his head, eyes scanning the area now. He wasn't settling down anytime soon.
huffs as he hears all the rustling about, growing bored. A thought strikes him though, as he realizes Gregory is a hell of a long way out of the beaten path and he frowns. The redhead had known he was on
vacation... had he followed him out here? Was he trying to catch him in the act , and did he already know what he was? Francis's frown deepens, debating a moment before peeking while it's quiet, trying
not to give himself away.
Is busy packing his bag, making sure to take his rubbish with him. He keeps looking over his shoulders, although his eyes are towards the trees. "Fucking eejits," he grumbles to himself, "Nothing better to do."
watches him suspiciously, ducking down when the other glances over his shoulder. He sticks his tongue out at him, trying to will him to leave. Although now that Gregory was nearby, Francis knew he probably
wouldn't be able to relax again for the rest of the day.
Slings his bag over his shoulder, clipping it around his waist before he sets off again in the direction of the hotel. The book comes with him, Gregory attempting to shake off some of the
moisture with grunts and grumbles.
sits up a bit more out of the water when Gregory finally leaves, watching him still and now rather on edge about the encounter. He only waits around a while longer, trying to relax again, before just having
to give up and making his way back to the hotel with a grumble.
|| After a night's rest and some reasoning on his part he's much calmer the next day, deciding after a leisurely breakfast that Gregory has probably moved on by now, considering the man looking like he was
backpacking, and that he was likely safe to return to the lake.
He lays on a smooth rock sticking out of the water, his feet dangling in the cool lake while he basks in the mid day spring sun. He's taking the chance to sing out loud, his voice melodious and haunting though
it lacks the hypnotizing power it used to have. He brushes his fingers through his hair absentmindedly, watching a couple birds flying overhead and enjoying the peace.
is on his way back home, passing by the lake. He is prepared to avoid the beach altogether after yesterday, but the lull of Francis' voice gently persuading him to at least have a look. As he approaches closer,
_his curiousity grows. The more he was able to discern the more beautiful it seemed. He is slow in his approach, gazing through trees by the lake to try and find the source.
|He gasps when he sees Francis on the rock, combing through his hair as birds flutter by his head. What was he doing here... And how did he get out there?
, after a quiet evening and a relaxing morning, had perhaps let his defence drop too easily after yesterday's near encounter. He couldn't help it though, having spent too much time in the city and too
engrossed in feeling like himself again. He doesn't hear the quiet sounds of Gregory sneaking through to the lake, but his ears do perk up when he hears a soft sigh. He doesn't immediately look, pretending that
he hadn't heard anything and continuing to sing his enchanting melody, listening intently to see if the owner of that sound would get closer.
Does edge closer, soon becoming visible at the edge of the water where he stops. He paces, before stopping to call out to the other. "Francis...?" His voice raises at the end,
_sounding desperately clueless as to why the man is here.
can hear the sound of someone creeping closer and at first he's pleased... until he hears his name. His voices goes high and squeaky for a split second as he cuts off his song, sitting up quickly and staring in
the direction the voice came from. "Gregory??" he replies indignantly.
Steps back at the tone, colour rising in his cheeks. "What are you doing in the middle of a lake?!?"
at least has the decency to sit up, shifting his legs enough to that Gregory didn't have to see him full frontal anymore, a slight flush to his own cheeks. ".....singing," he answers, as if that sufficiently
explained it.
Pauses for a long moment before his shoulders sag, eyebrows knitting. "I can see that..."
hesitates a moment, before deciding to just ask. "...what are you doing out here? Did you follow me?" he frowns a bit, laying back down on his rock, on his stomach facing Gregory this
time. "There's easier ways to contact me if you needed to," he offers.
Makes a face at the accusation. "I'm hiking. The world doesn't revolve around you, Mr. Bonnefoy." He nudges off his backpack, propping it up against a tree. "I wasn't trying to contact you."
was actually trying to not think about Francis, something now made more infinitely harder.
hums at that, though laughing to try and defuse the situation a bit. "Are you coming in for a swim?" he asks as Gregory sets down his bag. "The water is a bit cold still," he warns.
|It hadn't crossed his mind but... "And I'm from Scotland. I'm sure I'll be fine." He starts to tug off his boots and socks, taking the warning as a challenge.
grins as he watches Gregory strip down... it's a shame he couldn't risk doing his usual routine, Gregory made it too easy. He instead just watches, lounging comfortably on the rocks. The water was
fairly cold, though not quite glacial.
turns as he takes his trousers and boxers off, trying to retain a bit of decency. He's keenly aware of the level of scrutiny he's under, cheeks colouring redder still.
When done he doesn't bother to test the temperature, jumping into the water. It was the easiest way to get over the initial shock, or so his father had told him.
|Gregory takes a moment after the splash to resurface, gasping for breath. The cold of the lake had stolen it from him, and he visibly shudders as he tries to adjust. "I-it's not that bad!"
watches Gregory with a spark of interest, figuring he might as well enjoy the show. He grins as the other jumps in, laughing at the comment when he comes up. "It's a bit brisk, I warned you," he grins, slipping
off his rock into the water gracefully, upset that he had to be well aware of himself now but still glad to be in the water.
is still shaking with the cold, arms wrapping around himself. "I'm fine." He begins to swim in an effort to warm himself, heading towards the rock, questions about the odd scene running about his mind.
starts swimming towards him, but slows to a more lazy pace when he notices the other coming out to join him. Francis doesn't look much different, but even Gregroy could probably tell once he's up close
that there's a different aura about him, and that as graceful as he is on land, he's even more so in the water.
Can swim, but he's all inelegant splashing and messy gasping. Nothing near elegant. When he surfaces close to Francis there is a bit of colour back in his face, and the shaking has stopped.
His eyes settle on Francis, something about the man striking him odd. "Why are you here?"
can't help but laugh at the way Gregory swims, the sight of it just such a mess. He hums at the question, floating effortlessly on his back as he swims a circle around Greg. "I could ask you the same, and
probably get the same answer," he replies.
Seems stricken by how smoothly Francis glides through the water, stomach dropping in... Want? No, it seemed closer to fear. "I was clothed sensibly though."
laughs again at that, pausing in front of him. "Well, now you're not, are you?" he answers wishing he could will Gregory to stop asking questions about it. He could tell the other knew it was odd.
Feels his cheeks flush, swimming back towards then rock. "I was only following your example?" He says, holding onto the rock so that he doesn't have to tread water.
hums, floating about leisurely. "I am a pretty good leader," he teases. "So how's things back home? Or have you been away as long as I have."
Rolls his eyes, splashing the man. "They're fine... I've only been hiking for a couple of days."
gasps at the splash, quick to send a wave of water back in return before swimming away. "Do you always go hiking around here?"