500 posts mark passed!

Today I have officially posted the 500th post of this blog!

This is cause for a little celebration, is it not?! :D

I have been thinking about this post for a few days now, ever since I realized that I was getting nearer and nearer to post number 500 so here are a few things I wanted to say (I promise it won’t be too long):

Firstly, I wanted to congratulate myself on making it this far, I had hopes that I would when I began posting the Quotidians and writing Stanley (the first serial I decided to write and publish on this blog) but I didn’t know if I was going to make it, if I was able to do it. Many things changed over time, I stopped the Quotidians and paused Stanley to focus on other stories like Echoes of Power or Tales of Ore, I started writing more poetry and, lately, I even began posting some texts in French. I can’t say it’s been easy, I haven’t always felt inspire to write on a daily basis and I have often not felt satisfied with the quality of my writings, but despite that I have kept doing it. I have kept typing words one after the other and posting texts (more or less) regularly. and, over time, it has become easier and I have managed to better myself along the way. For that reason, I am proud and I want to congratulate myself. But enough about me, now it’s time to talk about you, my dear readers!

The second thing I wanted to say was a huge “Thank you!” to all of you readers who feel interested by my writings and taker some time to stop and come read them. Thank you for that, thank you for your comments (always kind and interesting), thank you for liking what I write and thank you for taking time to read me! I had originally planned to delay this post a little because of another incredibly awesome piece of news: Tales of Ore has almost reached one hundred followers! How awesome is that?! The counter has, at the moment, stopped at 98 followers (darn! so close to a hundred!), but you can’t believe how happy and proud I am! Ninety-eight followers! Can you imagine! So many people!Wow… Such wow, much excitement, very happiness! -Ahem- So, yeah, again, thank you so much to all of you who let me know you enjoy reading what I write, it means a lot! And thank you for simply taking time to read it!

The third, and last (don’t worry, it’s almost over!), thing I wanted to say was that I can only hope that in the future you will keep enjoying what I read because I do not plan to stop any time soon! I have so many projects in mind, so many ideas and feelings I still want to share with all of you. May this adventure keep going for as long as my love of writing burns bright! So, yeah, keep reading because I have a lot more in store for you guys and gals!

I think that is all I had to say so, once more,

THANK YOU!

for everything and may you keep enjoying what I write in the future!

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Stanley – 32


 STANLEY

Season 2

Part 32

Rated M for mature content.

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She had the impression they had been running for hours as they finally slowed down to a normal walking pace. They entered the fast food, trying to act as normal as possible despite their heavy breathing and the fact that both of them were drenched in sweat. They sat down at a table after ordering something to eat; Michel had insisted he “fill his belly with the sweet delight of fast cuisine” and she hadn’t had the heart to say no, her stomach rumbling at the smell of those delicious fries. Her partner started devouring his meal immediately and she followed in turn, both famished after having to run away from that horde of cops.

They had been halfway through the second rooftop when they had heard the shouts of police officers telling them to stop coming from the stairway behind them. How they had managed to get up there so fast was something Stephanie couldn’t explain but they had managed it. Of course neither of them had hesitated even a single second before starting to run faster, she couldn’t get caught, especially not after what she had done. She didn’t manage to stop herself from cringing at the thought, it had all been for naught… Plus she didn’t have a very fond memory of prison cells. Apparently Michel wasn’t too keen on letting himself get caught either because he lead the way without slowing down.

Where the shouts of the police officers had not even fazed her a bit, the first gunshots had almost made her freeze on the spot, almost. It had been surprising, she had never heard a gunshot from such little distance and the whizzing of the bullets as they rushed past both of them was quite surprising too but, since Michel didn’t skip a beat in his run, she didn’t stop and kept running. They had cut it close, very close even, she had to admit that. Even with all her good will and the energy she put into moving her legs one in front of the other at the highest speed possible she couldn’t help but being a little scare, or, more precisely, a bit apprehensive. Being on a rooftop wasn’t that dangerous in itself if one knew how to keep one’s balance and not to do anything stupid. The problem is that they were doing all the stupid possible at that moment: running at full speed, not caring where they stepped, running away from cops and being shot at. Not the most clever thing she had done in her life…

She had barely felt anything as the bullet had grazed her on the right side of her chest, making a hole in her jacket, it had been the feeling of wetness and the dizziness that had come after that had alerted her that something was wrong. She hadn’t said anything though, not before they had managed to get back down to the street. Then, and only then, as the cries of the police officers on the rooftops could still be heard, she had told Michel.

“Let’s get to the car first , we’ll see that then,” she had replied as he had advised to check her wound.

They had driven off as quickly as possible, somehow evading all the police cars on the way and had finally ended up in the commercial zone. Michel had parked the car near a mall and had bought a few supplies to treat her wound while she was evaluating the damage. In the end it hadn’t been to serious, a gash on her side and nothing more. Still hurting but with a clean wound and a reassured mind, they had walked in the nearest fast food to grab a quick bite. And here they were, unsure of what to do next, if they had been tracked by the police or if they were now fugitives. After all, the cops hadn’t been close enough to get a look at their faces so they most likely were safe, but one never knew. Stephanie was starting to relax, thinking back to the apartment and the clues they had found as she ate her chicken burger, when she saw the three men in black suits walk in the room.

To be continued…

EoP – Part 116


Echoes of Power

Part 116


“You are late,” was the first thing the teenager heard as he approached the man he had met just a few days before.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry I-“, he began his reply but was interrupted.

“I told you not to be late,” he heard Damian say, cutting him in the middle of his sentence and

Alexandre looked at the older man, frowning as his surprise slowly passed. He almost grunted. Almost. The only reason he managed to refrain himself from doing so was that he had a feeling that in doing so he would earn himself another snarky remark. He was realizing too late he had been right in his negative premonition a few minutes earlier, almost regretting his decision to have come. Damian’s face was an unreadable mask as he sat on the ground, his blue scarf around his neck and his legs crossed. His hands were on his thighs and he was visibly doing something akin to meditation. The man hadn’t even opened his eyes or moved to greet the teenager even though Alexandre was sure he had heard him approach and recognized him. The light-haired teen was beginning to regret his decision to accept someone like that as his teacher, whatever the odds of him being killed by dangerous creatures in the future…

“Do you regret your decision?”, suddenly asked Damian, still in the same position, as if he had read the teenager’s thoughts.

“Uh…”, Alexandre began, his surprise making him hesitate, “no, no! I don’t regret it, I just…”, he paused again, unsure of what to say.

Damian remained silent, as if he was waiting for his student, inviting him to explain himself. Alexandre’s hesitation didn’t last long though. He had been prepared to anything when he had accepted Damian as his teacher, well, not anything, as he didn’t even know what would happen next, but he knew it wasn’t going to be something ‘normal’… Plus, despite the thoughts that had crossed his mind, he wasn’t ready to die yet and if that weird dude, sitting on the grass in front of him, could help with that he wasn’t going to say no. Plus he wanted answers, he needed answers. Whatever I have to do, he thought as he opened his mouth again, no matter if this is a bad decision.

“I just have so many questions that I don’t know where to begin,” he replied as he walked the few paces that separated him from the strange man who had agreed to tell him about what was going on.

“Alright then!”, Damian exclaimed as he finally opened his eyes, looking at the teenager with his unsettling blue eyes.

“I will answer your questions, that I have promised, but before we begin anything I must ask you, are you willing to let me teach you about the art of Empirium?”, he then said, still looking straight at Alexandre, before adding, “You know why I am asking that, don’t you? This is not going to be easy in the least, learning to read and use the flow of mana will come with a price, do you accept that?”

“Yes.”, replied Alexandre with a nod, not even letting himself a moment to think about it.

He wanted to know and he saw no other way, at least none in which he could keep it all to himself… Damian looked at him silently for a moment, as if he was evaluating the teenager’s resolve, before nodding and standing up.

“Very well. From now on you are my student, I am your master and that is how we will refer to each other. You will do as I say, no question, no complaint, just follow my orders. I will answer your questions, if you have any, when the time comes, that is when I decide so. I will do it then and only then. In the meantime you will know only what you need to know. Is that understood?”

“Yes!”, replied Alexandre, looking straight back.

The teenager saw Damian frown slightly, the man took a few steps towards him, their gaze never breaking off.

“‘Yes master.’, that is how you will reply to me from now on, only in that manner. Once more, is that understood?”

Alexandre almost froze again, the intensity of the gaze was barely sustainable as it became clear he hadn’t been wrong about Damian. This was not going to be easy.

“Yes master.”, he repeated, straightening slightly at the words.

Damian nodded, seemingly satisfied, before sitting back down.

“Now sit, there are things you need to know before we begin…”


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Stanley – 31


 STANLEY

Season 2

Part 31

Rated M for mature content.

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The dark-haired young woman and her more-light-colored-hair friend were about to move out of the apartment towards the staircase when they suddenly heard the police sirens that had been in the background since a few minutes ago ring out much closer and tires screeching as cars came to a halt in front of the building. They both stopped in their tracks as they were about to walk towards the elevator and looked at each other.

“Do you think we should go check it out très chère?” Asked Michel after a few seconds spent trying to figure out what was indeed happening.

Stephanie simply nodded before rushing back into the apartment and looking out the window. She immediately froze as she saw almost a dozen policemen in uniforms rush out of their cars and enter by the front door. The young woman somehow immediately knew they were coming exactly where they were, how she knew that would remain a mystery but somehow she did.

“Damn it!” She swore as she backed away and looked at Michel who had looked out the window too.

“What do we do maintenant?” He asked with a tense expression.

“I don’t know…” Replied the young woman as her brain fumed, trying to come up for a solution to get out of the hellhole they were trapped in.

They couldn’t leave by the front entrance, it would seem to suspicious but they couldn’t very well stay there either because it would almost certainly insure their capture and their prosecution as The Duck’s murderers. No one would believe them if they tried to explain what they were doing here, especially not her. Plus everything would come to light, everything she had had to do. The young woman shivered at the thought. No, it couldn’t happen, they had to get out.

“This way?”

She turned towards the bearded man as she heard his voice, he was pointing towards the window. As her eyes followed his well muscled and tanned arm she imagined herself being wrapped in it and relishing the moment as her mind went back to the previous night. Then she saw the staircase and it all became clear, the fog clouding her mind seemed to go away and she let a smile spread across her face as she understood what he meant. Of course! She thought. The emergency staircase! 

“Yes, you’re a genius!” She exclaimed as she gave him a kiss on the cheek before rushing towards the red metallic structure outside the window.

Michel followed her closely after closing the window as best as he could behind him. They ran as fast as they could up the stairs, hearing the sounds of policemen entering the apartment soon after they had exited it. The young woman thanked the upcoming summer and all those sessions at the gym for her cardiovascular system’s good shape. They finally arrived on the roof after a few seconds of silent effort and she didn’t have time to catch her breath as they started moving again.

To be continued…


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EoP – Part 115


Echoes of Power

Part 115


Alexandre woke up to the sound of his alarm. 7’15. Still got time to sleep a little more… He groaned as he shifted around in his bed, letting his mind drift back to the wonderful feeling of sleepiness. When he opened his eyes and looked at the clock again he cursed.

“7’40! Damn it!”, he exclaimed as he realized he had dozed off for to long.

The teenager had originally planned to stay in bed for another 5 minutes, leaving twenty minutes to get up, get dressed, eat a quick breakfast and leave, but now if he didn’t leave immediately he would be late. And, despite his excitement at the idea of getting his questions answered, he had a feeling he would regret it if he was late. He threw on a T-shirt, a pair of jeans and a grey hoodie before rushing out of his room, barely managing to reach the lower floor without falling, phone in hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. He placed it in the sink once it was empty before jumping in his shoes and rushing out, starting to run as fast as he could towards the rendezvous point after making sure the front door was locked.

It was Sunday but his father wasn’t there, he had told him he would be gone until late in the evening, some kind of exceptional management meeting from the main branch of the company he had to attend… Alexandre had welcomed the news with enthusiasm because that meant he had the house to himself but now it seemed an even better thing because it wouldn’t interfere with him having to go meet a middle-aged man who claimed he could do magic on his own, not that he was scared but he knew he would have had to lie to his father, had he not been away. The air was fresh, almost cold, and he could see the thin clouds of steam that rose over the gardens as he passed by. The sun was up but it wasn’t high enough yet to sufficiently warm the air. Alexandre was glad to have taken a sweatshirt with him.

He looked at his phone as he reached the bottom of the hill, near the hiking path that lead to the top. 7’58. Damn! New record! He had made the journey in less than 12 minutes! But he still had to climb the whole damn thing before reaching his goal, Damian had arranged the meeting at the top. To make things easy of course, he groaned inwardly. He groaned before resuming his race against time, already sweating and short of breath but determined not to be late. Well, not too late at least… After all, it wasn’t a few minutes more that would kill him. Right? Suddenly he felt a cold shiver run along his spine and increased his pace. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. He definitely didn’t have a good feeling about this…


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EoP – Part 114


Echoes of Power

Part 114


Alexandre was left there, standing before the bus stop, unmoving. His mouth hung half-open as he could still faintly feel the slight coldness of the trace of moisture on his cheek. His eyes were looking straight forward but were unfocused, he could still see the red lights of the bus slowly disappearing far down the street. The night was cold and the light wind didn’t really help but the teenager was completely impervious to that, it didn’t bother him in the slightest. He even felt a bit hot at that exact moment. He closed his eyes, replaying the previous instants in his mind and couldn’t refrain a wide smile from spreading on his lips once again. Slowly he raised his hand and traced along them, from one corner of his mouth to the other, having a hard time believing what had just happened.

His skin was still tingling intensely at the touch, as if her lips were still on his, as if Chloe was still there, kissing him. A few moments passed before he opened his eyes again and let out a nervous yet overjoyed laugh, they had kissed… He and Chloe had kissed… This all felt like a dream, it was too good to be true, it had to be! As if the universe had sensed his doubt however, and had somehow decided to punish him for not believing hard enough, his phone rang at that exact moment. Alexandre sluggishly took it out and checked his notifications, he had one unread message. He felt as if someone had poured cold water over him as he read it.

‘Tomorrow, 8 o’clock, the hills. Dont be late. D.’

He had given Damian his number a few days before when he had agreed to teach him about Empirium. Alexandre had felt pretty good and confident at that moment but now it didn’t seem like such a good decision, he had the feeling the man wasn’t someone to trifled with, dangerous even, but the light-haired teen also began to fear he was going to be a very strict teacher… On the other hand he wanted to learn more about his abilities and Damian was the only one who knew something about it and cared to explain (not counting Bryan of course, but telling his best friend was not an option). No he had to go.

“Well,” he said out loud, though more to himself than to anybody around –there is no body around anyways– as he locked his phone and put it back in his pocket, “at least the evening was worth it. So worth it!”

He couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him and hastily looked around to make sure there was nobody around. He let out a small relieved sigh when he realized he was indeed all alone ont he street.

“Yes!”, he exclaimed again, throwing his fist in the air with a large smile.

Alexandre started to walk back home, the house was almost half an hour by foot but he didn’t want to take the bus. He wanted to take some alone time to wander around and think. He took out his headphones and started the music where he had left it earlier that evening while he waited for his date to arrive. Everything had went so well, he had a hard time believing his luck. Chloe was such a beautiful and nice girl AND she seemed to enjoy spending time with him and talking about all sorts of things (most of which interested him). Alexandre wasn’t really sure why she was interested in him, he wasn’t really that handsome per say and he was a bit dorky on the side, but somehow she had set her eyes on him and she hadn’t seemed disappointed after that evening with him, on the contrary! After all she had been the one to kiss him… And what a kiss! Wait ’till I tell you how this evening went Bry’, you’re gonna be so jealous!


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EoP – Part 113


Echoes of Power

Part 113


How many apologies since the beginning of the evening? Damn it! Not the time to be worrying about that, he scolded himself as he managed to straighten in his chair. He noticed after a quick glance that almost everybody around was looking at them, even the waiters were ready to spring into action the second the situation seemed to worsen. He made quick sign towards them to reassure them and drank the rest of his glass of water. Slowly he managed to calm down his heart and the burning feeling in his lungs, this was not remotely as bad as with the creatures in the alley –Alexandre! I said not now!– but it still hurt like hell.

Plus his pride had taken a hit too, he had managed to mostly ridiculize himself in front of Chloe… Not that she would hold it against him surely, she looked like she was more inclined to laugh than anything else, but it didn’t make him feel very confident, that was for sure! He took a few deep breaths before trying to speak again.

“My apologies, I wasn’t planning on dying tonight but apparently someone is not okay with that…”, he managed to smile as he said that.

“So it seems…”, nodded his date as she tried to stifle her laugh.

Alexandre found himself unable to resist the urge to smile and giggle with her and soon they were both laughing at his near near-death experience, both had tears rolling down their cheeks and had to restrain themselves so as not to bother every other client in the restaurant. Once he finally managed to calm himself the light-haired teen found that his pain and his anxiousness at the thought of having ridiculed himself in front of Chloe had both faded away int he back of his mind. He let his eyes wander on her figure, from her hands covered in numerous small scars -apparently she was an art lover and it was not as relaxing and fluffy as everyone might think- to her clear eyes and her golden hair.

“What?”, she asked as she finally noticed him staring at her.

“Nothing!”, he replied hurriedly, “it’s just…”, he paused, unsure once again.

He locked his gaze with hers, unsure why he hesitated, she cute, she was funny, she was intelligent and charming, he liked her and, most of all, she also liked him… Almost certainly as more than a friend. So why wasn’t he sure? He himself didn’t even know, he couldn’t explain why, it was something unconscious, nagging him at the back of his mind. As if a voice was whispering things in his ear… Why? He had no clue… Alexandre was trying to put his finger on what it might have been when he saw Chloe smile once again. All his doubts suddenly evaporated. No, it was different this time. He like her, he knew it, no, he was sure of it.

“Well?”, the object of his reflection asked as she seemed to wait impatiently for an answer.

Alexandre didn’t understand why he would even think of refusing this, a beautiful and charming girl had practically confessed her feeling for him, feeling which were mutual -at least on his part- and he had wanted for a second to say no? Hell! He had to get his head checked, this thing with the geiger must have left some brain damage…

“Well, it’s just that…”, he paused again, not because he was unsure this time, just to toy with her a little more, and to make this moment last a little longer, “I really like you too Chloe…”, he added, unable to hide his wide smile.


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EoP – Part 112


Echoes of Power

Part 112


“Sorry, could you repeat that? I didn’t quite catch what you said…”, he quickly apologized to his date.

Great. Very smooth Alex, very smooth… he scolded himself silently with a mental smack.

“Yeah, I guessed from the look on your face…” Chloe replied with a laugh. “Well you know what we say about ears and a good wash, don’t you?” she added, taunting him with a smirk.

“Yeah, sorry, I uh… sort of lost track of the conversation here…”, Alexandre explained, cringing slightly.

“It doesn’t matter, I know I’m not that interesting anyways…”, Chloe nodded as she took a sip of her drink and shrugged.

“No! That’s… it’s not what I meant,” Alexandre tried to explain, starting to uncomfortable.

He suspected she was just toying with him but he didn’t want a moment of inattention to ruin the evening… Plus she had seemed serious as she spoke earlier so he was pretty sure it was something important.

“I’m sorry for not listening,” he repeated once again, “so what were you saying?”, he then asked with curiosity.

The blonde girl looked at him for a moment, a look that Alexandre couldn’t quite describe or understand. There was something deep in her eyes as they sparkled with her usual playfulness, but at the same time he could tell she was slightly nervous. She was looking straight at him, as if she was pondering her options. He couldn’t for the life of him guess what was going on in her head at that moment, that was one of the things he liked about her. She slowly put her glass back on the table and he saw her shoulders rise as she took in a deep breath.

“Ok,” was all she said for a moment, breaking the silence only to let it take over again.

Alexandre was about to say something when she opened her mouth and cut him short.

“I quite like you, you know…” she added, pausing again. “That’s what I said…”

Alexandre almost didn’t catch the second bit, the short justification was drowned in a torrent of white noise as his mind went blank. Had he heard right? Had she really said that? Did she mean what he thought she meant? What was he supposed to reply? Why did the room suddenly seem to shrink? What kind of fish was that on the table over there? Focus damn it! He scolded himself as he looked at her, unable to (and mostly unwilling to make the effort to) hide the half-blank half-shocked expression on his faced.

“Uh…”, was all he managed to replied after a few seconds.

“‘Uh…’ what?”, Chloe asked, not looking very fazed by what was happening. “I just said that I liked you, is ‘uh…’ all you have to say to that? I thought you were better than that Alex, has a kitten gotten ahold of your tongue Mister Parson?”, she added, a small smirk spreading on her face once again.

Alexandre almost choked as he tried to speak, falling into a coughing fit for a second as he tried to get his breath back. He felt the heat quickly rise in his cheeks, which probable had turned scarlet red by that point. Damn! What a fool he was making of himself… Having seen his difficulty, the blonde teenager had leaned over towards him and given him a few energetic pats on the back to prevent him from really choking.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths!” she exclaimed as she did so, her smirk still half there.

The other half of her expression was something akin to worry. Oh god, she’s worried about me! Alexandre felt his cheeks become even warmer, if that was even possible. They would probably catch on fire very soon if this kept going on.


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Update and news

First of all I wanted to thank you, dear readers, for taking the time to, well, read and like my writings. It makes me so happy and proud to know that you enjoy reading what I create!

Also, I wanted to thank everyone who is following this blog, the counter has now gone past 70 followers! Can you imagine that?! We’re at 71 followers now, it’s so awesome! Thank you all! :D

And finally I wanted to quickly celebrate passing the 400th post on Tales of Ore! Would I dare…, a short poem I wrote a few days ago, was the official post number 400 (we’re now at 403) and I am so happy and very proud of myself for this achievement! I was already surprised when I reached my 100th post, I didn’t believe I could go as far as 200 when I reached that level nor 300 before I made it there. And now I’ve created 400 posts… Wow, just wow…

Now, I know all of them aren’t worth the same, some are useless while some are really nice to read, but this is still and impressive feat I didn’t believe I would be able to achieve when I first started Tales of Ore. My goal was to post everyday, whatever it was, a story, a poem or just a small summary of my day, it didn’t matter as long as I was writing. But now I feel like I have reached a new level where I am writing everyday and I am able to create content that has a bit more quality… Anyways, I’m not going to spend hours talking about that, I’ll marvel on my own later, but I just wanted celebrate this.

WOOHOO! 400 posts! :D

Now, onto the announcements! I have two for you guys, not huge things but quite cool I hope!

I have been trying to start working on Echoes of Power again but I find myself stuck at chapter 112, I can’t decide how the scene will evolve and it is annoying because it prevents me from continuing the story… I am thinking about it and working on it however so I should have a solution soon, just need a good idea about how to solve my problem.I do have a few hunches but nothing solid for the moment. So, yeah, EoP should be back soon if everything goes well! ;)

Also, second amazing announcement, I have been thinking for a while now what to do with the content I write in French (because I am French, remember.). Should I create a separate blog or post it on this one? And if I post it on this one, do I post everything together or to I separate? In the end I have decided to post it here, so you should see some things in French appearing soon, though I will differentiate them (I’ll probably add a comment to tell you if it’s in French or in English so that you won’t be confused). But don’t be surprised, I will be posting French poetry (at least) here soon.

I have already begun adapting the main page and the top menu to this, putting the buttons both in English and in French. I won’t be translating everything (I don’t want to and it wouldn’t be very useful anyway) but some things will be in both languages while some remain in one or the other. I’m really excited about that because there is so much I have been working on in French and with which I couldn’t do anything… Now I will be able to share it too! (I think that I will probably begin by posting poems and the chapters of Tales of Ore that I have written in French.)

All right, this is all I had to tell you. Thanks for taking the time to read what I write and for passing by from time to time!

I will see you guys soon! ;)

EoP – Part 111


Echoes of Power

Part 111


Why? The question echoed in his mind for a moment. He looked at her as she slowly sipped the content of her glass. Why? Alexandre had been asking the question to himself for a moment now. Why did he like her? She was cute, yes. He found her light medium-length hair very suiting. It was not completely blond, there were a few streaks of darker shades here and there, but it was her natural colour and he like it. The few freckles speckled here and there on her cheeks accentuated the cuteness and her eyes, despite their cold blue-grey colour, were bright. Her nose wasn’t very thin nor very small, it wasn’t too big either, somehow just the right size. He also found the way her eyebrows moved when she expressed herself or concentrated on something very likable. She was as tall as him, perhaps even a little taller, which didn’t bother him in the least. He quite liked it. Her frame was slender but not thin, almost on the chubby side, or the athletic one, he couldn’t really tell since he hadn’t seen her with less clothing than her daily attire.

Yes, she was beautiful. He found Chloe beautiful. But it wasn’t only her appearance that he liked, he loved the little quirks he had managed to spot during the time they had spent together : her fingers putting her hair behind her ear from time to tim, the captivating movement of her eyebrows,  the way she turned her whole body around from time to time when she wanted to look at something or to change direction. He liked her voice, how it could be calm and excited, suave and playful all at the same time, it resounded gently in his head. He also loved how she knew so much about things and yet played the curious girl to make him talk, it had taken him a while to notice that the first time, but after a few minutes of explaining things about the old architecture of the buildings in the city he had somehow caught a glimpse of something that assured him she already knew all that.

She was playful and fun to be around. She liked what he liked, he liked what she liked. Not everything of course but quite a bit more than what he had expected at first. She played video games, listened to all sorts of music but mostly jazz -which he had found quite fun to discover for some reason-, she liked sports and apparently played in a handball team at a high level, like writing, painting, singing but also watching action movies and going out with friends or alone. Her favourite colour was yellow because of butter. She was good at math but hated physics for some reason.

“Math is great because it’s so surreal but physics feels so down-to-earth and grounded, I hate that…” she had told him.

She was in her first year of a math oriented licence, somehow studying economics, statistics, applied and non-applied math but had also pursued learning Latin and Greek while also participating in a theatre club and continuing to play sports. He found that amazing considering he had trouble just keeping up with his studies, playing video games and the few outings he had with Bryan. He liked the way she dressed, casual but classy, just formal enough to always attract his gaze. No. Saying he didn’t like her would be the greatest lie of his life. He liked her. Maybe more, almost certainly more, -also, that was almost surely mutual, even if it had not been explicited yet-, no, what puzzled him was the reason to this. Why he liked her. Because she is who she is, I like her for who she is, for her. That was the best answer he could come up with: he like Chloe because of what she was and all that was to be liked about her. Am I over-thinking this? Yes obviously… He thought, before mentally scolding himself when he realized he hadn’t heard what she had just said.


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