[active / closed] Rose/Julie? In my otterquestion? NO WAY.
Characters: Jules de Ferrier and Arion Rosemariné
Setting: Canon universe (WHOA) in Rose's office
Content: Valentine's Day~
Format: Prose
Warnings: ...this is not a comm where gay requires a warning. LUCE ABUSE.
~♥~♥~♥~
An outsider would likely find it strange that Saint Valentine's Day was such a widely-celebrated holiday at Laconblade Academy. After all, the last time many of the students had seen a girl was during the rare trips into town; even then, surely nobody was well-acquainted enough with one to court her. Still, every year the school was bustling with excited boys, their hearts fluttering with the crushes of schoolchildren.
Jules couldn't help but have mixed feelings on the holiday. On one hand, he was certainly the sort of person who appreciated the idea of romance; on the other, he knew that life wasn't like his novels. How many of these boys would have forgotten about their devotion in a month, or a year? Most likely they would fall out of infatuation quickly, then, when they were around women again, find a respectable girl of the appropriate status to wed. It was a shame, really, that young love could be so fleeting.
Jules had decided long ago not to bother with any silly crushes; since he was young, he had spent his Valentine's Days with Rosemariné. Years ago, it was because Rosemariné insisted on stuffing him with chocolate, but more recently it had become a day that was rather special. Jules smiled more than most of the students were accustomed to as he navigated the unusually crowded hallway, on the way to Rosemariné's office. Now, his friend brought feelings of what was unmistakably the furthest thing from intimidation -- joy, comfort, and peace. It wasn't a relationship that he was able to label, but with Rosemariné it didn't matter. He was just... precious, that was all.
When he reached the office door, Jules felt the need to straighten his shawl and clear his throat before entering, a bouquet in hand. Rosemariné hadn't enjoyed the holiday much after certain events, but he never seemed to mind visits from Jules. Hopefully, he hadn't been too bombarded with cards from secret admirers.
Setting: Canon universe (WHOA) in Rose's office
Content: Valentine's Day~
Format: Prose
Warnings: ...this is not a comm where gay requires a warning. LUCE ABUSE.
~♥~♥~♥~
An outsider would likely find it strange that Saint Valentine's Day was such a widely-celebrated holiday at Laconblade Academy. After all, the last time many of the students had seen a girl was during the rare trips into town; even then, surely nobody was well-acquainted enough with one to court her. Still, every year the school was bustling with excited boys, their hearts fluttering with the crushes of schoolchildren.
Jules couldn't help but have mixed feelings on the holiday. On one hand, he was certainly the sort of person who appreciated the idea of romance; on the other, he knew that life wasn't like his novels. How many of these boys would have forgotten about their devotion in a month, or a year? Most likely they would fall out of infatuation quickly, then, when they were around women again, find a respectable girl of the appropriate status to wed. It was a shame, really, that young love could be so fleeting.
Jules had decided long ago not to bother with any silly crushes; since he was young, he had spent his Valentine's Days with Rosemariné. Years ago, it was because Rosemariné insisted on stuffing him with chocolate, but more recently it had become a day that was rather special. Jules smiled more than most of the students were accustomed to as he navigated the unusually crowded hallway, on the way to Rosemariné's office. Now, his friend brought feelings of what was unmistakably the furthest thing from intimidation -- joy, comfort, and peace. It wasn't a relationship that he was able to label, but with Rosemariné it didn't matter. He was just... precious, that was all.
When he reached the office door, Jules felt the need to straighten his shawl and clear his throat before entering, a bouquet in hand. Rosemariné hadn't enjoyed the holiday much after certain events, but he never seemed to mind visits from Jules. Hopefully, he hadn't been too bombarded with cards from secret admirers.