picture prompt meme.

[chatona]

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[irma_boissy]

[fitofgrandair]

Grantaire doesn't usually hold onto a - what might you call it? - romantic attachment for this long. Even after two and a half weeks, however, the Boissy girl retains his interest. She is of course appealing to the eye, wonderful to see and to be seen with. But there is something else that holds him, some naiveté crossed with stubborn-headed venturesomeness, something enduring and as yet untapped. Then there an enchanting current of romanticism threaded through her practicality, a giddiness that seems to capture the girl in spite of herself and yields refreshingly immediate reactions. She is without calculation, she is pleasant to hear, and for the time being, Grantaire will keep with her.

It can't last much longer, of course. At times Grantaire wonders whether it hasn't already gone on too long (has he allowed himself to be caught too much in her charm? and is there something more he feels in her, something that asks to holds and makes him, makes him-- never mind that). But shouldn't every person have a longer-term dalliance at least once, something beyond a few fierce days? This is simply a different breed of relationship; not his usual, but he'd needed a change of tempo. The last few relationships had been unsatisfactory, turning his head distracting his mind for now more than a brief instant. This is merely the change he'd required.

Now they're reaching the end of a carriage journey, having undertaken an excursion beyond the outskirts of Paris for an afternoon of exploring fields and forest. Soon after they had met, Grantaire had promised Irma a field of dandelions, never expecting to follow through. When the relationship had last longer than anticipated, the careless promise had begun to seem a pleasant possibility, and Grantaire is indeed heartened by the prospect of the sole company of a lovely young woman and the open sky. If anything can set the mind, the soul momentarily to rest, it is such beauty as this.

He is aware of the girl beside him, aware of her hand in his, aware of their talk as they near the destination. And he is smiling, amused and at ease as he once more takes in the sight of her. "But tell me, Mademoiselle Boissy, what it is you dream of being? Or of doing, which is so often bound up with being. Whatever the case, you must dismiss all practicalities and allow your wishing to run free."

[irma_boissy]

As much as she would like to deny it (and would given some companies) Irma had been dreaming of this moment since she met Grantaire. Because it was a moment for him and for her. It was something that she was doing for herself to enjoy, not for her family for once, and even though it seemed a little selfish, she deserved it.

She was happy with him. Truly happy for the first time since her father... well, words aren't necessary in this case. After all she is using them in her conversation with, a certainly pleasant one, and forgetting everything else.

"I dream of being a little girl again, but since that is unattainable, I dream of reaching old age, and seeing those around me happy. And maybe reaching happiness myself." and she asks "And what about you, Monsieur Grantaire?"

[fitofgrandair]

"Oh, Irma," he shakes his head with dramatic dolor, speaking slowly, "you can do better than that. Happiness? Fine! But what manner of happiness? What form does your happiness take, what is it that could carry you in life-long bliss? What would bring light to this old age you dream on? Interrogate your dreams, explore their corridors!

"Until you have thoroughly regaled me with your imaginary exploits, I'm afraid my own response will remain veiled in unknowing." As if he has an answer that rings true. As if he has any idea beyond wistful desires, as if he could believe the notion of it.

[irma_boissy]

"Well, it takes the form of a house. A small house lost in the forest of a distant country. It's near a river. And my days go among my siblings' letters, books and walks through that forest."

She doesn't tell him he is there. And they have children. She doesn't know why. But maybe it's to not scare him or scare herself into thinking he would leave after this.

"As you can see, my happiness takes a rather simple form"

NO TELL R ABOUT THE KIDS THAT WOULD GO VERY WELL. ohdamn. XD

[fitofgrandair]

It is simple, and he suspects that she could give herself freer rein if the subject were to be pursued. Grantaire knows better than to push her with this particular scenario, however; he has heard too many young women sketch their current targets of affection into such pictures. While Irma seems more level-headed - surely she sees too clearly to believe that this dalliance can last? - he has no desire to test the girl. Besides, he is all too willing to expand on the idea, himself.

"Simplicity has its advantages, I am told. If that is what pleases you, then so be it: you will be Empress of the forest, enshrined in a cozy cabin, your beauty a delicious breath of air amid the majesty of trees and brush. Travelers will trek through miles of wilderness simply to pay homage to this arboreal Empress - as well they ought."

He kisses her hand, a demonstration of his own tribute. "We must weave a crown for your hair, fair Empress; a work crafted with leaves of the deepest green and dandelions, I think."

YOU ARE A BAD IDEAS BEAR (WAIT WRONG MUSICAL)

[irma_boissy]

And this Empress would certainly love an Emperor by her side, but it is wiser to not push things further. Because, while she actually believes this could last, and for long, she really does not want to scare him. Not this early.

In the meanwhile, she will simply be listening to him, enraptured at his way of using words. He writes the story way better than she would ever do and it is lovely to her ears. Of course, the blush is there when he kisses her hand.

"I think it would be a rather appropriate crown." she says "In fact, I approve thoroughly of this idea."

[fitofgrandair]

The further he pushes this dream of hers into fantasy, the easier it will be to dismiss anything she might suggest about having someone by her side. If she does anything of the sort. It's far smoother than breaking a conversation by abruptly jumping to another subject, and rather more engaging. Grantaire employs the method with ease, scarcely thinking on it and often not recognizing its use. It is simply a way of holding conversation.

"Then so it shall be. You may depend on me, Madame. Majesty? Mmm, now that you are to be an Empress, you may have whatever title you deem most charming. Empress, yes, but what manner of Empress? Empress of what? You need not respond with haste, of course; the development these titles takes time, and if nothing comes to mind, you may simply need to allow it more space to discover itself."