( cmo ) general rp

[hopes]

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my character list is here, while my (outdated) rp wishlist is here! go crazy with whatever you wanna throw at me; leave the character you want to thread with in the subject, and i'm cool doing or replying to starters!

body heat / fluff / insomnia / rain / realistic college au / reunion / soulmates / stargazing

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his fluff begs for it

[guilloqueen]

[if sanson was looking for help with his predicament, he probably shouldn't have reached out to marie. though she hadn't joined in the spectacle that had taken place around the assassin-class servant, she's more than prepared for a day at the beach. when sanson calls out to her, she is deaf to his request. instead, she drops the beach ball tucked under her arm to clap her hands together in glee as she rushes her way over.]

Ah—! How cute, how cute, he matches Louis! [she tilts her head so that the pigtail that her own crab friend is resting atop is elevated (as if to emphasize that "louis" is said crab), then crouches down to extend a finger to the little crab in sanson's hair.] Bonjour, petit Henri!

[she's already named it for him...?!]

maybe if he COMBED HIS HAIR ONCE IN A WHILE THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN

[painalty]

[Sanson is, in fact, realizing too late that he should not have asked Marie, although the only sign of his slight frustration is how his feet (the only parts of him not covered in sand apart from his head) wiggle and accidentally upset one of the sand castles built near them. He can't believe she already named the crab on her pigtail and crab nestled in his hair. (And yet, he kind of can.) There is the briefest stab of nostalgia as he thinks of Henri, his son, the fifth head of the family...and an executioner, like him.

And yet, it warms his heart anyway to see her so friendly to animals...like crabs. He can't see it, but the crab in his hair scuttles in a small, tight circle and the tickling sensation of its legs makes him close his eyes briefly and brace himself for a very painful pinch.

The pinch doesn't come. Instead, little Henri holds up a claw in response to Marie extending her finger to it, and Sanson sighs, looking up at her.]

Aren't you worried that Louis might pinch you?

[Well, he's certainly worried. And worried for himself and his poor head.]

[guilloqueen]

Non, not at all! If you are kind to nature, nature will be kind back to you.

[she says it so simply, like it's common sense that everyone should know. her smile as serene as always, she taps henri's claw, then runs her finger along its shell the same way she would with a more traditional domesticated animal. seemingly pleased, the little crab scuttles out of sanson's hair and onto marie's arm; unsurprisingly, it comfortably takes its place on her other pigtail.

with that emergency (?) taken care of, she digs her hands into the sand to feel around for sanson's arms. when she brushes her fingers against them, she begins to pull and tug with a sudden burst of urgency.]

Now, Sanson—get up, please! We have to fix the castle before the children come back to see it ruined!

[painalty]

[That might be true most of the time, but other times, nature just got really defensive. Nonetheless, Sanson remains motionless...even though technically he can't move much in his current position.

He feels the crab leave his hair and watches it scuttle onto Marie's arm before settling on her other pigtail, breathing a sigh of relief when Henri doesn't hurt her along the way. Suddenly she starts digging through the sand covering his body and pulling his arm; at least he understands her concern, because he too wouldn't want the younger servants to see their castle in ruins.]

Oh - oh no. [Sanson knows that demolished castle is entirely his fault. Once one if his arms is free, he uses it to hurriedly scoop out more of the sand off himself. Especially his other arm.] It's my fault...I must have knocked it over with my foot...

[guilloqueen]

[as sanson begins to work on digging out his other arm, marie's already heading over to the lump that was once jack and nursery rhyme's sandcastle with her brow furrowed. she hadn't paid much attention to it before its untimely demise, so she's not sure if she could completely recreate it...

she quickly glances over to where the children had run off to; she spots them as they're occupied with ice cream and splashing around in the water, so she breathes a small sigh of relief.]

I'm sure they would understand that it was an accident, but I still couldn't bear to see the sad looks on their faces... do you remember how it looked, Sanson?

[painalty]

[Unlike Marie, Sanson was there when the sandcastle was first built. It happened just before Nursery Rhyme and Jack had gotten the idea to bury Sanson in the sand. With a final effort, he shovels enough sand from his body that he can finally sit up, and brushes the grit away from himself.

He stands up to follow Marie to the ruins of the sandcastle - only to stop and hop on one foot because he stepped on a shell, oops. But he's fine and promptly drops down beside her.]

I do, yes. It had two towers, and... [Sanson inclines his head toward the a shovel and bucket set not far from them.] They used those to build it.

[guilloqueen]

[what a fuckin nerd.

once sanson points out the children's tools, marie quickly runs over to retrieve them. as young at heart as she is, though, she can't say she's ever had much experience building sandcastles... maria theresa would've never allowed her to play in the sand like this, little specks getting into every subtle fold of her sundress. still, her unfamiliarity isn't enough to deter her; holding onto the idea of keeping the children smiling far outweighs the mess she'll be dealing with later.]

Then it shouldn't be that hard to recreate, should it? Since you have the most memory of it, could you start building it? I can go and gather more sand for you to use!

[painalty]

I'll do my best.

[Bless Marie for not laughing at him when he stubbed his foot. Anyway, Sanson has already begun piling sand back onto what remained of the castle walls. It's a good thing it was only the children who made this; otherwise he'd have a more difficult time recreating the castle.

But at least he had the upper hand compared to Marie. He had many occasions to play with his children, and even his nieces and nephews and his grandson.

He extends a hand for the shovel and bucket.]

Let's hope they don't return too soon.