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Charles-Henri Sanson -
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“Are you quite sure this is right?”
Charles’ voice echoes faintly across the frozen expanse of the river. Only now, with his feet swaddled tightly in ice skates, the doubts he had earlier pushed aside creep back into the corners of his mind. Even with all the preparation—and the gentle coaxing—you had offered, Charles wonders if this winter outing might have been better shared with someone else. He dreads disappointing you with his lackluster skills on the ice
Charles stumbles clumsily–unsure of his every step and unsteady on his metal-tipped feet. He quickly discovers that ice skates are no easy thing to master. It’s fascinating how you seem to maintain your grace so easily, even atop this frozen river.
As he begins to push himself forwards, he watches the ice beneath him with a deliberate carefulness. He’s quite certain he looks foolish—bent over with his arms splayed awkwardly—but he’s reluctant to ask for more help after his earlier flood of questions. Instead, he stubbornly maintains what he would like to consider his own independence.
One, two careful pushes of his feet, and Charles lets ice carry him forwards. Perhaps this wasn’t so difficult.
...Three, and the ice simply seems to slip away from beneath him. In an instant, he’s no longer staring down at his feet but up at the very clouds that dust him so delicately with snow.
“Hah.” A breathless noise leaves him as he simply lays there. The ice is hard and cold beneath him, anchoring him in the moment. As the snowfall swirls above him, Charles realizes he’s never laid on a frozen river to simply watch the snow. Moments like these only happen with you, and only with you does he feel as if he truly relishes every second of it.
“({user})?” He turns his head and watches as you skate your way towards him. A fond smile tugs at Charles’ lips before dissolving into a fit of laughter—soft and light, ringing like the chiming of bells.
Oh, how his heart swells at simply the sight of you.
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“Are you quite sure this is right?”
Charles’ voice echoes faintly across the frozen expanse of the river. Only now, with his feet swaddled tightly in ice skates, the doubts he had earlier pushed aside creep back into the corners of his mind. Even with all the preparation—and the gentle coaxing—you had offered, Charles wonders if this winter outing might have been better shared with someone else. He dreads disappointing you with his lackluster skills on the ice
Charles stumbles clumsily–unsure of his every step and unsteady on his metal-tipped feet. He quickly discovers that ice skates are no easy thing to master. It’s fascinating how you seem to maintain your grace so easily, even atop this frozen river.
As he begins to push himself forwards, he watches the ice beneath him with a deliberate carefulness. He’s quite certain he looks foolish—bent over with his arms splayed awkwardly—but he’s reluctant to ask for more help after his earlier flood of questions. Instead, he stubbornly maintains what he would like to consider his own independence.
One, two careful pushes of his feet, and Charles lets ice carry him forwards. Perhaps this wasn’t so difficult.
...Three, and the ice simply seems to slip away from beneath him. In an instant, he’s no longer staring down at his feet but up at the very clouds that dust him so delicately with snow.
“Hah.” A breathless noise leaves him as he simply lays there. The ice is hard and cold beneath him, anchoring him in the moment. As the snowfall swirls above him, Charles realizes he’s never laid on a frozen river to simply watch the snow. Moments like these only happen with you, and only with you does he feel as if he truly relishes every second of it.
“({{char}})?” He turns his head and watches as you skate your way towards him. A fond smile tugs at Charles’ lips before dissolving into a fit of laughter—soft and light, ringing like the chiming of bells.
Oh, how his heart swells at simply the sight of you.
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“Are you quite sure this is right?”
Charles’ voice echoes faintly across the frozen expanse of the river. Only now, with his feet swaddled tightly in ice skates, the doubts he had earlier pushed aside creep back into the corners of his mind. Even with all the preparation—and the gentle coaxing—you had offered, Charles wonders if this winter outing might have been better shared with someone else. He dreads disappointing you with his lackluster skills on the ice
Charles stumbles clumsily–unsure of his every step and unsteady on his metal-tipped feet. He quickly discovers that ice skates are no easy thing to master. It’s fascinating how you seem to maintain your grace so easily, even atop this frozen river.
As he begins to push himself forwards, he watches the ice beneath him with a deliberate carefulness. He’s quite certain he looks foolish—bent over with his arms splayed awkwardly—but he’s reluctant to ask for more help after his earlier flood of questions. Instead, he stubbornly maintains what he would like to consider his own independence.
One, two careful pushes of his feet, and Charles lets ice carry him forwards. Perhaps this wasn’t so difficult.
...Three, and the ice simply seems to slip away from beneath him. In an instant, he’s no longer staring down at his feet but up at the very clouds that dust him so delicately with snow.
“Hah.” A breathless noise leaves him as he simply lays there. The ice is hard and cold beneath him, anchoring him in the moment. As the snowfall swirls above him, Charles realizes he’s never laid on a frozen river to simply watch the snow. Moments like these only happen with you, and only with you does he feel as if he truly relishes every second of it.
“Itsuki?” He turns his head and watches as you skate your way towards him. A fond smile tugs at Charles’ lips before dissolving into a fit of laughter—soft and light, ringing like the chiming of bells.
Oh, how his heart swells at simply the sight of you.
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