Break me down, build you up (Dom)
Feb 19, 2014 7:36:26 GMT -5
Post by Sylvie Richelieu on Feb 19, 2014 7:36:26 GMT -5
Room 205. It had become a pleasantly familiar over the past few weeks, so much so that Sylvie was more comfortable within this dorm room than she was in her own. Not that she hated what was given to her, even if it was sparse and excruciatingly mediocre, it was simply lacking in...Chevalier. When she wasn't in the company of Carter and his surprisingly adorable group of friends the heiress was more often than not studying or sewing; two pastimes that were enough to whittle away the grey hours amidst the lukewarm company that was the rest of Hammel.
One individual Sylvie had yet to properly spend time with was the other twin, the loose cannon and the more volatile of the French siblings. Dominique was just as cherished to Sylvie as his elder brother was and although they did not partake in the same activities the heiress often found herself doing with Carter, they were nonetheless close. Alongside his brother, he was one of her first proper friends and where she found a romantic affection for his brother the heiress had grown to view herself as a sister figure to the moody twin.
Having noticed a severe lack of the youngest terrakinetic amongst the social outings, Sylvie deduced that something had gone awry before her arrival and made it her duty to reconnect with the youngest Chevalier.
Unlike her previous visits to Room 205, Sylvie skipped Carter's room for his brother's, knowing full well her lover wouldn't mind. With a brisk tap on his door, the heiress waited for a reply before trying once more.
"Dominique, c'est moi." Sylvie spoke through the door, her french melting through the wood.
One individual Sylvie had yet to properly spend time with was the other twin, the loose cannon and the more volatile of the French siblings. Dominique was just as cherished to Sylvie as his elder brother was and although they did not partake in the same activities the heiress often found herself doing with Carter, they were nonetheless close. Alongside his brother, he was one of her first proper friends and where she found a romantic affection for his brother the heiress had grown to view herself as a sister figure to the moody twin.
Having noticed a severe lack of the youngest terrakinetic amongst the social outings, Sylvie deduced that something had gone awry before her arrival and made it her duty to reconnect with the youngest Chevalier.
Unlike her previous visits to Room 205, Sylvie skipped Carter's room for his brother's, knowing full well her lover wouldn't mind. With a brisk tap on his door, the heiress waited for a reply before trying once more.
"Dominique, c'est moi." Sylvie spoke through the door, her french melting through the wood.
