1. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Thread snapped, both of their heads recoiling from the tension, no longer floating, Lou could feel just how hard and cold the ground beneath her was. Brown brows furrowed together at Roki's apology. If anyone had made it weird, it was her. She had brought up the subject, had gone into depth...
  2. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Sounds pretty good to me. Sounds pretty good to me. Getting all you want to give, Lou.... When her spring green eyes raised towards Roki, realizing the lack of space between them, something like lightning sparked down her spine. Between the hustle and bustle, time slowed down for Alouette...
  3. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki must have kissed a lot of people, she realized with a feeling that she couldn't describe. She felt it in her chest, a twinge of the heart. She felt it in her gut, a strange hollowness. Lou told herself that it was good she had asked Roki, that his thoroughness in answering her question...
  4. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Alouette wouldn't have left on her own. Roki's words reminded her that she could go where she wanted, that she didn't need to watch the puppet show. Although she nodded her head, considered turning to leave, there was a big enough part of her that had her stay to watch the story play out. She...
  5. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Periwinkle. What a flower for a witch to be. What a color for a witch to have. Periwinkle. She looked over at Roki, at his gold sun dancing eyes, at the contradictory twilight violet flowing hair. What sort of periwinkle would look best on him? True or powder, light or dark, misty or dull...
  6. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Big City Dreams

    Lou was right behind. Roki took a seat first, then Saskia. Arbok and Gruki strode through with ease, people instinctively making room for the two that stood taller than most of the men. It left Lou to keep her wits about her, side-stepping here, sliding through there. There were still two seats...
  7. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Big City Dreams

    Back on solid ground, Lou's eyes flitted from each person. What a wonderful group they had; it brought a smile to her face. She watched Gruki and Roki, wishing she had a sister. Or maybe a brother? She stared a moment too long at Roki until her face was too warm. No, definitely a sister. Lou...
  8. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    “No wonder why Syr Noa says you’re her favorite,” Lou said, smiling wide. “You can turn anything into a song like she does.” Granted, Syr Noa was prone to pulling out one of her three instruments to accompany her raspy voice. Roki’s voice was softer, lighter, like blowing a puffball. Neither of...
  9. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Green eyes followed the fat frog. When Roki opened its mouth, Lou smiled. Did Roki always have this? Did he get it on his travels? She liked thinking that Gruki gave it to him for his birthday one year because it looked like him, especially when both their mouths were agape. If the coin purse...
  10. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Big City Dreams

    "What's a Menagerie?" Lou asked, holding up the pomengranites she had purchased to her nose. She gave each one a sniff. Not ready, not yet. She was careful in putting them back in her bag, not wanting the shiny fruits to bruise even the slightest. Green eyes flit towards Arbok, a soft smile on...
  11. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "With... me?" Lou repeated, a little breathless, heart beating, unsure for a split second, a mistake in its natural, easy-going rhythm. She found the thought of it warmed her cheeks, the simple idea of Roki wanting to spend time alone. Of course, meeting the happy family of three and seeing all...
  12. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Everyone’s eyes widened at once as Roki spoke. Raclette seemed too stunned to speak, Roquefort stuttered the same word over and over until he managed to compose himself. Lou’s brows furrowed together. Did she ruin Roki’s fun in trying all the butters because she had the balsamic and oil instead...
  13. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "That's exactly it!" Roquefort said. "I'm glad you like it. Both of you." Raclette said. Montbéliarde meowed, demanding more. "You'll get more when she's not looking," the old man said as his daughter scolded the cat for being a glutton. Voices and words layered over each other like thin...
  14. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "I wouldn't say there's a special way, but I have my way," Raclette said with a cheeky grin. She suddenly had a glint in her eyes that mirrored her father's as he went ahead and took a bite of bread and butter. Raclette went about her preparation. She didn't explain anything like Roquefort had...
  15. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    No? Lou felt the wonder of a song made up of long roads, sore feet, and shared sitting with friends dissipate like a dream did before waking. Maybe it could be an idea to float to Syr Noa and see if she could take Roki's sweet words and turn them into a song that Lou would want to listen to over...
  16. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Alouette blinked, his hand warm and soft against her cheek, tethering her to her stool to keep her from drifting off into her worries. She hadn't meant to cry, but the tears still glistened around her eyes, getting stuck on her eyelashes like dew on spider webs. When that first tear fell, she...
  17. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    The smile grew, feeling the familiar friendly foot tap against a dirty boot. For a moment, her eyes were conspiratorial and playful, as if Lou thought about giving Roki a tap from her back, or maybe a nudge or pinch. The barrier of touch had never quite existed with Lou, and sometimes, she felt...
  18. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Raclette went to gather the stools, easily carrying two at one time and putting them down before the red counter with potted plants on top. She was quick to finish her father's decorating by taking the potted creeping thistle and Altalusian kalanchoe and setting them to the side. She was even...
  19. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki's voice easily cut through Montbéliarde's rumbling purrs like a sharp, shiny steel knife through softened butter. Lou tilted her head away, letting his hand scratch the cat with no need to worry about touching the side of her face. The smile tugging on her lips continued to grow, his words...
  20. Alouette D’aureville

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Lou quietly followed after Roki, shoulders raised to her pink ears as she hunched over, hands trying to find anything to do. They ended up only rubbing thumbs over fingers, pressing hard over round knuckles. She looked over at the woman, saw her face drop as Roki pointed at the shelf behind the...
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