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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied
- July 14, 1987
- France
- Deviant for 11 years
- He / Him
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This is a AU!France, in other words, he is not a nation, just a simple human.
"Je ne suis rien de plus qu'un simple humain, qui va et viens, jusqu'à la fin."
Françis, 24 years old, french.
That's all you need, for imagine him. Really.
A perfect body, a medium blond hair, a little beard, two deep blue eyes, and a sexy, quiet voice. Oui, it's him.
When you look at his sides, he always have two or one friends, he is pretty sociable, and eloquent.
He study on a famous photographic school in Paris.
But, for pay his own luxuous appartment, he is waiter in a gay bar, the night until midnight. And a cook the week-end at his parents's restaurant.
He is rich, and he is pretty proud, he is not ashamed to tell it to anyone.
Françis is someone pretty optimist, it always helped him in his life, for his opportunities and his lovely-adventures.
He is a free-man-around, in others words, he love women, men, and prefer a short relation because of his studies and his little jobs.
"Voici Rubert, mon chien, et Geofroy, mon chat."
Ah, dear Françis, he have a blond Golden Retriever dog, and a white Angora cat.
When he must left his home for many days, he give them to his parents, his friends, or the neighbor.
He love them, he brush the fur or Geofroy almost everydays, and make take a bath to Rubert one time a month.
You can see him walking along the Seine, with his dog, early every mornings.
"Ne vous méprenez pas, je suis une sorte de gentleman, avec une capote."
He is pretty affraid of the AID he could have because of his little adventures, and always protect himself.
He is very serious about it, he don't want to raise a child, it almost happenned two time, now, he will be careful.
"Que dire d'autre..."
"Paris, tu me manque..."
What others words could say the parisian?
Now he live in London, with his amazing boyfriend.
It was hard to calm the problems, and now, they're kinda happy?
They are kinda happy yes.
"On verra ce que l'avenir nous réservera, n'est-ce pas?"
Thanks for reading ~
Favourite Visual Artist
Daisy
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
SuperBus, Mozart l'Opera Rock
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La révolution des fourmis, Tara Duncan,
Favourite Writers
Pierre Bottero, Amélie Nothomb, Marcel Pagnol
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I AM A FRICING ALGUE! WHICH SWIM WITH THE SEA'S WAVES AND DO NOTHING BUT NOTHING.
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"If London were a girl, it would be a pretty wet prostitute."
That was the first thought of Françis, when he brought himself outside for a walk tonight, without an umbrella. From Paris to London. It was like changing an univers, every little things were so differents. The moon, also, was no more that shy this night. Like the old good stereotypes had speak about London's wet weather. And nothing made an exception, the rain, the cold temperature. All was here, as waiting with patience and sadism.
The frenchman stopped himseld under a bus's stop, panting from the sudden running to escape from the rain. He sat down on the bench here, and looke
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A photo, flying in the fresh air of London town.
The weather is pretty quiet, not so hot, but not cold too. Agréable.
It was maybe the windy's air which changed the thing.
The frenchman was quietly seated ona public bench, enjoying a secret cigaret.
Oh yes, he promised to stop to smoke, but he never won against his own devils.
In his hands he had a book, full of many precious photos.
He smiled, caressing the polaroids, before turning the pages, ones after ones.
Suddently, the silent and violent wind took one of them, bringing it.
But the blondish didn't wanted, and started to try to catch it back.
And you, you're here
What a
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(-tries very hard to come up with RP idea-)
( *paps your face* Don't worry, we have time, we have eternity...~)