(APH drabble) Introspection

[karthenia]

France always drank his coffee black. There was something about the bitterness of it, the way it burned down his throat with each sip, that was addicting to him. He preferred his tea sweet, his wine light, his flowers fragrant, his women dainty, and his coffee bitter. Perhaps he was just contrary about his coffee, or perhaps he just liked the taste of it. Or maybe he sat at the window sipping bitter coffee and staring out over his roses at the morning sun for a different, more profound reason. A reason he chose not to examine or even acknowledge.

Ah, well- the bitterness of his coffee always made his morning croissant seem that much more sweet.

Challenge from my beta/soundboard. Might do more with other characters- it was a bit fun to step into France for half a minute and see what I could see.