@Allonsycheri
“Then I am pleased I chose it. It is rather a fitting meal for us both, I think.” Soon the meal was devoured, a bread pudding following the delicious fare and fresh coffee added. It took a moment but the Austrian finally relaxed and gave the other a satisfied smile. “Do you have any exciting plans coming up?”
Francis drank the last bit of his wine before smiling at the other. “Moi? Non, after this I will go back to France, perhaps pack my things and do a bit of traveling. I bought myself a new camera. I might to a bit of freelance photography. I am already an accomplished chef and painter, time to experiment with another art. It is still just an idea, I have no concrete plans as of yet. Everything is very abstract.” Francis took a sip of coffee and scrunched up his nose. “You know, I am not quite ready for coffee just yet. Do you mind if I pour myself another glass of wine?”
“I have no qualms with you taking another glass.” He reached over and plucked the bottle from the ice bath before pouring the second glass of wine for the other man. A good rose color, soft scented with summer fruit, it was a truly sweet concoction.
“As for your idea of photography, I find it to be rather fitting of you. I can imagine you going across the continent and doing it. Perhaps even finding lovers in the process. It is a romantic fancy and quite fitting.”
“Merci.” Francis took a sip and sighed. “Oui? Well it is just an idea. My life is quite…..depressing as of late. I need a change of scenery and a change of…..continent. I need to get out of Europe, perhaps I will go to the far east, Australia, South America, or North to visit my favorite twins.” Francis smiled then. “Lovers. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a paramour. I doubt I will take any, I will focus on my art.” His grin turned to a bit of a smirk. “Unless Alfred wishes to relive some old memories.” He chuckled a bit and looked up at Roderich.
“You know…you’ve always had a very lovely face, why you hide it behind glasses is beyond me.” Francis reached over and gently removed the other’s glasses. “Magnifique.”
He blushed at the compliment, turning away. “You… you always say that. But I’m rather plain.” He sighed and looked away, eyes downcast. “Give back my glasses, Francis. Please. I would prefer to look better.”
A hand was brought up to rub his cheek, shyness apparent.
