Wink at Small Faults...Chapter 6
Title: Wink at Small Faults...
Author: 1776_nixongurl
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Franklin in France
There was a great superficiality about France that seemed to draw Benjamin in. The mystique of the powdered women and the faint allure of a smoke-filled ballroom proved to be magic in his eyes. Here, propriety seemed to be lost and the only thing left was primal desires. He didn't mind the fact that they looked at him as though he were somewhat savage. He didn't mind the elaborate costume that he had to wear in order to seem more "rustic." To him, this new lifestyle seemed to bring him away from his own tragic existance. And the game of diplomacy was even more joyful now that he held countries in the balance. His cat and mouse game with the French government never ceased to entertain him.
"Dr. Franklin!" John Adams yelled with great exasperation.
"John," Benjamin yawned," you will never see the virtues of silence..."
"Nor will you see the virtues of moral living..."
John finished his statement by pointing towards a woman's stocking that was on Benjamin's bed. Benjamin gave a smile and began to ready himself for another day of charming.
"How is your darling wife?" Ben spoke in between spells of humming.
"Abigail is just fine..." John began with his fiery voice. "However, I would never dare treat her to this establishment. She would die of revulsion."
"Honestly, John... If you have such an aversion to my home and lifestyle then why do you choose to come?"
John had the expression of a scared horse, with his large mouth agape. Several seconds passed before John put his mouth together and turned away; Benjamin laughed at the unusual spectacle.
"I must leave now, Dr. Franklin," John said," I am meeting Thomas for breakfast and I would hate to be late."
"Good-day Mr. Adams," Benjamin called out.
He smiled, happy to be rid of that bore. He looked out of the window and into the vast gardens below. The flowers were in full bloom, giving the scene an etherial presence. Benjamin wondered about what to do with his remaining time in France; better yet, what to do with today.
A knock was heard upon the gilded door that shook Benjamin from his reverie. A small man with a pink ruffled frock-coat entered. He carried himself as though he were a king, holding his head high.
"Good day, Dr. Franklin," the man sneered in a lilting French accent. "I am your new secretary. I will be in charge of all of your papers now."
"Thank you, monsieur," Benjamin said as he tried to prevent a chuckle from escaping. "However, I am perfectly capable of maintaining my own correspondence... I am not as old and helpless as you may all wish. Well, maybe I am old..."
"American," the surly French-man muttered under his breath as he exited the room.
Benjamin could not help but to smile at the man's comment...
Author: 1776_nixongurl
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Franklin in France
There was a great superficiality about France that seemed to draw Benjamin in. The mystique of the powdered women and the faint allure of a smoke-filled ballroom proved to be magic in his eyes. Here, propriety seemed to be lost and the only thing left was primal desires. He didn't mind the fact that they looked at him as though he were somewhat savage. He didn't mind the elaborate costume that he had to wear in order to seem more "rustic." To him, this new lifestyle seemed to bring him away from his own tragic existance. And the game of diplomacy was even more joyful now that he held countries in the balance. His cat and mouse game with the French government never ceased to entertain him.
"Dr. Franklin!" John Adams yelled with great exasperation.
"John," Benjamin yawned," you will never see the virtues of silence..."
"Nor will you see the virtues of moral living..."
John finished his statement by pointing towards a woman's stocking that was on Benjamin's bed. Benjamin gave a smile and began to ready himself for another day of charming.
"How is your darling wife?" Ben spoke in between spells of humming.
"Abigail is just fine..." John began with his fiery voice. "However, I would never dare treat her to this establishment. She would die of revulsion."
"Honestly, John... If you have such an aversion to my home and lifestyle then why do you choose to come?"
John had the expression of a scared horse, with his large mouth agape. Several seconds passed before John put his mouth together and turned away; Benjamin laughed at the unusual spectacle.
"I must leave now, Dr. Franklin," John said," I am meeting Thomas for breakfast and I would hate to be late."
"Good-day Mr. Adams," Benjamin called out.
He smiled, happy to be rid of that bore. He looked out of the window and into the vast gardens below. The flowers were in full bloom, giving the scene an etherial presence. Benjamin wondered about what to do with his remaining time in France; better yet, what to do with today.
A knock was heard upon the gilded door that shook Benjamin from his reverie. A small man with a pink ruffled frock-coat entered. He carried himself as though he were a king, holding his head high.
"Good day, Dr. Franklin," the man sneered in a lilting French accent. "I am your new secretary. I will be in charge of all of your papers now."
"Thank you, monsieur," Benjamin said as he tried to prevent a chuckle from escaping. "However, I am perfectly capable of maintaining my own correspondence... I am not as old and helpless as you may all wish. Well, maybe I am old..."
"American," the surly French-man muttered under his breath as he exited the room.
Benjamin could not help but to smile at the man's comment...