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Amandine Devereux ([info]bourgeois_girl) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-06-12 19:14:00
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I will try to fix you
Subject: Attempting to fix him
Who: Amandine Devereux
Where: The library
Warnings: NC-17 for shagging against bookcases
Open to: Lysander M&M

Amandine was nervous as she carried the tray up the winding staircase and to the library. Her skills as a waitress certainly paid off in this time, putting them to good use as she navigated her way in, using her elbows for hands and turning the doorknob. She hoped Lysander was there; ever since their kiss at the funeral she had behaved badly towards both him and her husband and she hated herself for it. Lysander deserved every kindndess, and her husband did not need her to inflict her own pain towards him.

Putting on a cheery smile Amandine went over to Lysander, plate full of food for him to enjoy. She was worried about him greatly - he had not been eating, apparently, and she feared it was because of her. Perhaps she could just encourage him to eat, stop his worries over her.... all this reminded her of when she used to take care of him in France. He looked as lost then as he did now.

"Afternoon!" she said brightly, covering her sadness.


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