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fancy_lamorne (fancy_lamorne) wrote in la_vie_rpg,
@ 2008-07-13 11:23:00

Current mood:

awake

French Lesson
Who: Charlie, Open
What: French Lesson
Where: The Black Death Tavern - Fancy's bedroom
When: Current

The last person Fancy had taught French to was an infant who didn't know any language at all. She figured teaching a grown man was going to be far more challenging. Still, despite the age difference, she thought it prudent to start the same way. Simply. She was awake before Charlie, a rarity in and of itself, had bathed and dressed. Normally she would've spent as much of the day as she could in her nightgown to help manage the heat. But such a thing she did not doubt would upset Charlie's sensitive nature and distract him from his language lesson.

She had brought in and set up breakfast on the table before waking Charlie. She sat on the side of the bed and reached out to gently shake his shoulder. "Réveillez-vous, il est l'heure pour le déjeuner."

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	iceskatecharlie 2008-07-14 12:42 am UTC (link)
	He awoke slowly, blinking as the light hit his eyes. He looked at Fancy as she spoke, recognizing bits and pieces of it. He nodded, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "Aller avec la méthode d'immersion?" (Reply to this) (Thread)

fancy_lamorne
2008-07-14 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Fancy continued to smile softly at Charlie and gave him time to fully wake himself up. He was a handsome man, more so in his sleep when he relaxed and upon first waking when his attractive dark eyes first opened. As Fancy was usually the latter to rise she didn't get to see this sight often and enjoyed it while she can, letting her eyes roam over him gently, affectionately. It was something she usually tried to avoid doing with him, as he seemed to be sensitive to it but she thought he might not notice this time.

She stood and took a step back from the bed, waiting for him to sit up before sitting back down beside him. She listened to the tinkling sound of his dogs tags, and wondered what they said and why there were two of them. Fancy knew very little about the military, especially the American one. She wondered if she was related to any. She knew nothing about her father, certinally even less of his family.

"Oui, vous apprendrez plus rapidement de cette façon"

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	iceskatecharlie 2008-07-16 01:46 am UTC (link)
	He nodded, and sat up straight, stretching out his shoulders a bit. They were still a little sore from the crash. "Quels sont les plans pour aujourd'hui? De que devrions-nous parler?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fancy_lamorne 2008-07-16 09:13 pm UTC (link)
	"J'ai pensé que nous commencerions avec petit déjeuner. Nommer des objets, parties du corps. Donnant et recevant des directions. Je veux découvrir que combien vous savez et nous irons de là." She reached out to stroke his sleep mused hair, which was sticking out in all sorts of silly directions. "Comment allez-vous sentant ce matin?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	iceskatecharlie 2008-07-16 09:19 pm UTC (link)
	He nodded, catching a few words. He didn't move as she smoothed his hair. "A little.... douloureux. Les contusions sont profondes." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fancy_lamorne 2008-07-16 09:26 pm UTC (link)
	Fancy frowned slightly in pity of Charlie and all that he'd been through. She crawled back on the bed to kneel behind him so she could massage his shoulders. "Are you sure you do not want to see a doctor?" Fancy asked in English and she tried to work the muscles in his shoulders loose. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	iceskatecharlie 2008-07-16 09:28 pm UTC (link)
	He shook his head. "Non, ils partiront dans le temps. Je serai bien." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fancy_lamorne 2008-07-16 09:32 pm UTC (link)
	Fancy leaned in to kiss the back of his head and was quiet for a time. "You moan in your sleep. Do you remember your nightmares?" she didn't think that she should be continuing to speak to Charlie in French, all she could think about was that horrible crash and how terrified and traumatized he must have been and still likely was. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

iceskatecharlie
2008-07-16 09:40 pm UTC (link)

He sighed. He didn't want to talk about the crash. He stood and turned.

"I remember the flak going through the wing and taking out an engine, I remember knowing I was going to crash. I remember knowing that Mac and Johnson were dead before we hit the ground. I remember waking up... and training kicking in. It's war - I can't let it get to me. Not yet. I still have a job to do, regardless of where I am." He stepped forward, and reached up to nudge her chin up a little higher. "Dreams won't hurt me. I'll be fine."

	iceskatecharlie 2008-07-30 01:59 pm UTC (link)
	"Only if it is not trouble," he replied to her first question in halting French. He ripped off a corner of the croissant. "It is Sunday," he replied, popping the piece of pastry into hi mouth. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	iceskatecharlie 2008-08-05 01:14 pm UTC (link)
	He nodded. "Un couteau." He pointed to the other items in turn. "Une fourchette, une cuillère, un plat, une tasse, un pichet." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fancy_lamorne 2008-08-05 02:04 pm UTC (link)
	"Très bien Charlie, you'll be ordering dinner in a fancy restaurant in no time." she praised. She turned her attention to eating, giving him time to do the same. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fancy_lamorne 2008-08-06 06:56 pm UTC (link)
	Fancy poured herself another cup of coffee and held up the white ceremic pitcher. "Charlie, quelle couleur est ceci?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)