lazy book day [HENRI]

[OZETTE JOSEPHINE BELLAMONT]

It was, give or take, your average day, any other day in which classes were off. Students roaming the grounds, butlers following ladies, said ladies doing whatever it was they did – whether it be holing up in their rooms, cramming for possible upcoming tests, goofing off in the city, or otherwise – and life just going forward at its normal, genially slow pace. This, of course, extended to the garden as well, where other students milled about, talking, watching the birds and bugs, sniffing the flowers, et cetera, et cetera. Birds flew and chattered, bugs crawled on the plants, and the plants just absorbed the sunlight, producing more chlorophyll.

What an absolute and utter bore.

Which was why the albino girl sitting on the bench with a book in her lap and a dictionary (never know when you might need one) beside her leg was currently absorbed in the foreign text on the pages. For someone not of English or American ethnicity, she was finding such a high-level book quite easy to read. Confusing at times, yes, but actually quite easy… Of course, being one of the top students at her previous school might have helped her quite a bit thus far with the book.

Flipping the page, she read the words on the pages describing the tragedy of Ebinissia with emotionless red eyes, portraying no hint of sadness, horror or shock, quite unlike how the characters inside the book did. Of course, one was like her – showing no emotion. But on the inside, she was just as saddened and shocked as the others. She supposed Kahlan had a right to do so; she had known some of the victims personally.

Ozette turned the page again, as more description, more “sadness” came. She really failed to connect with Kahlan this time around. Had the character been more close to the girls whom had died, then maybe she’d sympathize with the young woman’s loss, but for her to mourn over girls who were practically strangers…? It seemed stupid. Ozette stifled a yawn as she cast her eyes to the other page, reading the few sentences on it, and then flipping the page once more, turning to the next chapter. Back to Richard, it seemed. This piqued more of her interest, as Richard was still her favorite character by far. Shifting her position and bringing the French-English dictionary closer to her side, she put her finger under the words as she read along, reading diligently. As she thought. Things always seemed to pick up whenever Richard was in the chapter.

Absorbed in her reading, Oz didn’t particularly notice nor pay any mind to it when someone came tromping down the path in the school’s gardens that led near her. Even if Oz did bother to look up from her book, she really wouldn’t have cared who it was. She had no friends – thank goodness for that; “friends” were such annoyances! – and she had no reason to believe a teacher would have reason to speak with her about assignments, as she was doing fairly well in class, and she certainly wasn’t aware of any butler being appointed to her as of yet. She was dreading that meeting, but was certain it wouldn’t happen for a while. Even if it did, she could just command the guy to leave her alone, and if anything else, she had her dictionary, which, being a French-English one, was a bit thicker than the average dictionary, and, it being hardcover, was just as hard. She’d teach any butler to leave her alone.

Of course, she failed to care about the person coming towards her, as she believed they’d brush right past her, busy going about their own business. After all, there was no reason for anyone to bother her, none at all in the slightest…

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tag: henri
word count: 645
notes: ooooh mai gawd. didnt mean to take this long. meant to type something fresh up by wed, but my bro gave me his bug and i just had utterly no muse. and this thread originally got started a while ago but never finished and its all i could think of to post up and... gawd, im sorry. Dx

[HENRI JACQUES RENOIR]

A Complex Puzzle Of Parts!

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A bright, sunny day to paint the scenery while on break especially for a butler who had yet to meet his lady. Henri was definitely looking forward to this day; he would soon meet the young lady he was assigned to. Her name was Ozette Josephine Bellamont, a noble’s name; she definitely had to be an attractive young woman. Clasping his hands together, Henri imagined his lady having all of the body parts he idolized in a woman. The larger than melon breasts, soft as pillows, and they definitely had to be real or the target would immediately be accused of being a fraud as well as discarded from existence. Perfectly slim and smooth thighs adorned with thigh-highs or pantyhose. A vase-like waist, slender fingertips, cotton ears, and peach soft butt! The list could go on, but that would prolong the story’s progression so we must carry on. The thought of taking care of a beautiful lady was not the only thing this pervert—fetish enthusiast— fantasized about; the very fact that he was in an all girl’s school was major event in his life.

The garden was a perfect place to find some inspiration, especially with a large sea of girls everywhere he turned. A bag filled with a set of coloring paint and an art pad was over his shoulder as he closed his eyes and chuckled, hearing the girls giggle while conversing amongst each other. His cheeks turned bright red, he took a deep breath of the fresh air, and exhaled. Henri opened one eye and glanced at the time, he had to meet his lady sometime today… oh well, she can wait! Today was his chance to find girls with his ideal parts, paint them, and perhaps ask for their contact information. A perverted grin appeared on his face when he spotted a young maiden with golden locks of hair take a seat on a bench. Putting his index fingers on his thumbs, he kept his left eye closed, and looked through his imaginary picture frame he had made with his fingers and targeted the beauty. She was a blond; he calculated her height to be at least 153 cm tall and body measurements from top to bottom were about 85-52-81. A nice body! The brown haired butler’s mouth watered as he turned around and started walking backwards. Pretending to be looking for a good spot to capture the scenery and sneak up on the unexpected prey. As he inched closer to the young lady, he muttered a few compliments under his breath and tried to recollect what ideal body part he managed to capture with his mental camera.

“Yes, nice scenery… Indeed! Very nice!” He spoke in an audible tone to remain discreet and to keep his true intentions veiled. Eventually, Henri stopped right next to her and chuckled, “Ah! This spot is just right!” Claiming his spot, he grinned and turned his head to look at the young blond. He let out a rather loud gasp and was pulled a false surprised ‘I didn’t know you were there’ act. Snapping his fingers, Henri spotted her ideal part: the neck. Serenity and tranquility filled his heart when he managed to get a closer look at her perfect, crane-like neck. An urge to touch such a pure neck rose, but Henri controlled his hands. The brunette pulled a paint brush out, extended his arm, and closed one eye to examine the scenery he would soon paint.

Ready to sit down next to the blond with the ideal neck, Henri twitched when he noticed that someone was already occupying the seat next to her. He examined her body and frowned, what an unattractive girl. Her chest was as flat as paper, thighs thin as a stick, her red colored hues made were similar to that of a rat, and the silver hair was definitely not fit for a young girl. He basically found no redeeming qualities in appearance; he hoped that she would at least make up for her unappealing figure with an innocent personality. Then again, Henri did not find personality all that interesting or attractive. ‘Get lost brat!’ Was what he wanted to say, but decided against uttering such foul language to a lady! He clenched his teeth in anger and glared at the young girl for interfering with his plans.

A small bead of sweat trickled down his cheek as his eyes darted frantically, looking for another spot near the beautiful necked blond. His teeth chattered and he could not keep his legs from shaking uncontrollably. Such an opportunity wasted because some albino girl thwarted his genius plan. The young blond yawned, stood up from her seat, and walked off. Henri dropped his paint brush and painting set bag on the ground, put his hand out in a reaching motion, and lowered his head. A large stone landed on his head with the word ‘Failure’ engraved on it. Henri fell on his knees and sulked, muttering a few curse words in French.

Henri stood up, fixed his collar, and plopped down on the bench next to the red eyed girl. “…Thank you, ” He said in a sarcastic tone as he leaned forward and picked up his art supplies. Staring at his paint brush for a few minutes, he heaved a sigh and pouted when the girls in the garden returned to their dorm or into the institution. Pretty much all the girls were gone now, except for that meddlesome book reading brat. Henri tapped his index finger against his knee and yawned, it was about time he had to meet up with his lady. The garden was somewhat deserted and it may be dangerous to leave a young girl on her own. “Go home, you’re definitely bait for molesters,” he had to admit, she did look like an elementary school girl and her delicious, flat bosom was definitely something most pedophiles went for. If she refused to heed his warning, then so be it. He had to meet his beautiful lady anyway.

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& tag: Ozette~!
♥ word count: 1,014.
♦ muse: Good.
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• comments: Sorry for the wait!

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