* just for tonight -- brent

[sarah roselle faris]

just maybe we've made it
WE CAN STAY FOR A WEEKEND, LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE

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“Are you sure that you’re okay with that mum? You don’t have to…” Sarah commented, her eyes moving their gaze down to Lucien who was asleep in her arms as she sat in the living room of her parent’s home – the home that she grew up in before she left to attend Hogwarts at eleven. Hardly anything in the home had changed since she was a little girl and now she was sat with her young son asleep in her arms. Sarah’s eyes glanced back up at her mother, Zoé, who was in the chair next to her own – the soft, warm and undeniable smile rested on her lips as she sighed. ‘For the fifth time Sarah, it’s fine. You and Brent are only young; you need some time to yourself…’ Her mother replied, still with the same smile on her lips. How could you deny the warm smile of your own mother, especially one as convincing as Zoé’s? The Lilly family had faced that smile so many times that it had become accustom to just accept it – you could not argue the smile. “I guess a bit of free time would be nice…” Sarah hesitantly replied, almost muttering it as her focus switched back to Lucien. With a sigh, a small smile appeared on her face. Sarah knew she was fighting a losing battle – there would be no shame in giving up. “Okay mum, you can look after him. But just one weekend, okay?” Zoé just nodded in reply, before returning to her cup of tea that was sat between her palms.

It wasn’t until about an hour later, just as the clock began to strike four o’clock, that Sarah finally left her parent’s house – saying her last goodbyes to her mother, Lucien who was still fast asleep in her mother’s arms & her father who had just walked through the door as she opened it to leave. Although Sarah really just wanted to take back the offer and take her son home with her rather than leaving him with her parents, she knew that Zoé wouldn’t let her – not after all of the convincing she had used in order to get Sarah to take a weekend off. With one last kiss on Lucien’s forehead and a hug from her mother, she wandered out of the house and down the road – heading back to the Rue de Paradis that he parents lived just outside of.

The last time that Sarah had actually wandered through Rue de Paradis was when she was meeting up with Ariella and Vincent in Joli Park a few months ago but she had avoided the centre of the town. Now, she was taking the chance to meander through the centre of town – checking out a few places where Brent and she could spend the next couple of days in their ‘time off’ from having to take care of Lucien. It felt weird to not having to take care of her son, especially since she had spent most of the time on her own after the birth of Lucien with her family being in France rather than Scotland. One of her sisters, Elisa, had paid a visit to see if she was okay when Lucien was due and stayed for a month or so but that was it. The rest of the time Sarah had cared for Lucien by herself - being without him just felt weird but restful in the same moments. It was strange how much she had not visited while she was in France, especially around Rue de Paradis – Couru en Liberté and The Grub Pub being two of them. ‘Hmm… this could be a good place to start…’ she pondered as she walked past The Grub Pub window, taking a quick peak inside as she passed.

Another ten minutes led her to the familiar front door – digging out the house key from her cardigan pocket and unlocking the door. A sigh escaped Sarah’s lips as she kicked her shoes from her feet, dropped her bag down onto the floor by the sofa and sank into the cushions as she dropped onto the sofa behind her – laying down across the three seats and snuggling down into her cardigan as she waited for Brent to arrive home from Beauxbatons. “Ten minutes…” she mumbled to herself as her eyes glanced up at the clock above the fireplace, “… just long enough for a nap, methinks.”

TAGGED;; brent -- OUTFIT;; here -- WORDCOUNT;; 740
NOTES;; probably terrible, but eh. at least it's up. XD

[Colt Vince Sommer]

SHOULD WE JUST STAY BY THE NIGHT
OR WE SHOULD STAY FOREVER

Dear Sarah here I've written you these 829 reasons
for you to love me

Allotting papers through his desk had never seemed this laborious as before. Brent would succumb to the need to employ his wand for doing it, but for some reason, he was worn out of utilising the bleeding object to anything related. To heating his mug whenever it lost its natural steam to hovering books from his desk to the shelves as they rendered useless in its use for him. Pulling the chair out, tugging the curtains closed, cleaning the cluttered space or anything that would require attention. Being Charms professor and not using the wand was an antithesis of himself, yet, it was more of a dire wake-up call to realise that not everything had to do with magic and that if possible he wouldn’t be needing stress. Brent nodded to himself just as he scrapped the sheets and made them adjust to a pile, scattering them in 4 different piles. The first one was designated for First and Second Year students, as the rest would follow the consecutive years along with his personal information compiled in a tower of hand notes, page notes and details to skim off at before he could eventually put hands into job. A sigh of relief escaped him, before he could even venture to throw an assumption at his crafts.

“A little of this, a little of that… ” he licked the bottom of his lip, fumbling for his mug of tea as he read on the last annotations he had scribbled down this morning. The cold taste of tea made him wince inwardly, just as he couldn’t help but furrow his brows a little, wrinkling his nose with a disgusted expression creasing his seamless features. “Perhaps just once…” he thought aloud, drawing his wand out of his pocket as he patted the mug, making it release the steaming scent that he adored about the english tradition. Nevertheless, it sufficed for him to smile at it and take a sip gradually, according to how burning the beverage was. After one or two, he stowed the cup back to the desk, leafing through his personal notebook which he took out of one of the desk’s drawers at his right. ‘Slightly probable’ he reckoned, replying to a personal deem that barely remained in his mind sufficiently to be pondered for a whit. It was a regular activity of his to just analyse whatever point of his annotations and determine whether it was plausible or not, regarding students comments and some observations about the classes.

Being given only a lesson through the week was quite insufficient time to his personal opinion, but it was just, considering the rest of the lessons and the time given to each of them. His wit had made him a busy professor, yet it was something he actually could claim to relish in, as the treasure chest was the knowledge the alumni acquired through the lessons. Apart from the obvious fact that he was a bit biased upon certain people, he looked at his students almost alike, without preferences for any. ‘I think I should change this…’ he let out a chuckle, taking his hand to his mouth on a thoughtful gesture. His wife had announced him of a very joyful new, as they could spend the entire weekend off. It seemed unlikely that Sarah’s parents would agree on looking after Lucien’s sake to Brent’s deems, but it was a bit influenced through the fact that he knew very little of them to ascertain such affirmation. “Still an hour or so left…” he mused, gauging the exact time needed for his transportation, along with the probabilities involved. Brent was a wise man, and as such, he was extremely cautious with every action he exerted. “If I go now, I could be there by a quarter before five” his lips pursed as he just tossed his notebook aside and strutted straight through the entrance, outside of his lair.

A carriage halted before the very gates of Rue de Paradis, making him nod at the amiable driver as he tipped the man and stepped off the small ladder. Brent adjusted his tie as he started to walk through the streets, knowing that he still missed some minutes before his arrival. Trotting in his own pace, the man reached the entrance, pulling out the key as he turned the handle and pushed the door open, shutting it closed behind him on his way through the corridor to the parlour, smiling deeply at his wife’s sight. She was immersed into a profound sleep, perhaps exhausted because of Lucien’s constant attention. The Scottish tip-toed across the wooden floor, making his best not to wake her up just as he slipped behind her, snuggling with her as his arms wrapped around her waist, resting his head on one of the cushions of the couch. “Ain’t it what I had pictured for a lovely evening” he laughed lightly, almost bellowing as he spoke, wary of not making noise.

[sarah roselle faris]

just maybe we've made it
WE CAN STAY FOR A WEEKEND, LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE

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It felt weird for Sarah to return home without Lucien in her arms, just like it had been every Friday since she had moved back to Paris. On one hand, she still was in her motherly ‘zone’ – listening out for crying or any movement around the house that could be Lucien – but at the same time felt relieved that she actually had time to herself that had been so rare since Lucien was born, especially since she was on her own for the first six or seven months of his life. The idea of just being able to kick off her shoes and sit down without having a young child to look after; it was something that Sarah could get used to very quickly without having her son around the house to keep her on her toes all the time, day or night. Whether being able to get used to it was a good idea or not, for now, Sarah welcomed the peace with open arms as she settled down on the sofa. Her eyes watched the clock that stood on the mantelpiece - every second ticking by with a tick or a tock.

Work had taken a lot out of her over the past few days, especially as Sarah took up office as the new head of Bancaire after Atlas decided to leave. Although it wasn't that much different to her standard position as Staff accountant at Bancaire, it left Sarah with a lot more responsibility in the same amount of hours that she has previously. With a sigh, she pulled her legs up onto the sofa, curling up to gain a bit more warmth and comfort than she had been getting when she was just sat on the sofa. Letting out a yawn, Sarah's eyes gazed around the room for nothing in particular - her eyes stopping occasionally to take a longer look at the different photos around the room, a smile growing on her face as she looked between each image. Each of the images held a story of her life - especially the years she had spent at Brent's side and the newest photos of the young family with Lucien asleep in her arms. With the clock echoing in the background, Sarah snuggled down into the cushion that rested behind her head - her eyes softly closing, despite her mind trying to keep her awake. Sooner or later, it would succumb to the idea of a nap - no matter how many times it tried to get Sarah to open her eyes again.

Sarah wasn't sure how long she had actually been sleeping for as her mind began to wake up once more, turning over on the sofa with her eyes closed before snuggling back down into the cushion. Her eyes flickered open for a moment; long enough to catch sight of her husband laying next to her, his arms wrapped around her waist. "You could have woken me up, you know..." Sarah muttered with a smile as she opened her eyes once more, letting out a small yawn just after she spoke. With a smile still on her face, Sarah gave her husband a quick kiss before sitting up on the sofa and turning to face him. "So, no Lucien for a few days. I'm open to any ideas of something to do!" she commented with a laugh, her mind still trying to get over the fact she had agreed to let her mother look after Lucien. Sarah wasn't overprotective of her son, she just preferred to know exactly where he was and that she could get to him if needed. "I was thinking maybe going out, hitting the town and all that..." she commented, smiling across at him, "... I've not really had chance to go out properly since I moved here, let alone with you, for an evening or two." Lucien had taken up so much of her time and her job was eating into her hours as well; Sarah never got chance to go out and act her age since she came to France. At least, for one weekend, she could finally act like she was twenty two.

TAGGED;; brent -- OUTFIT;; here -- WORDCOUNT;; 697
NOTES;; short but sweet. happy late birthday!

[Colt Vince Sommer]

SHOULD WE JUST STAY BY THE NIGHT
OR WE SHOULD STAY FOREVER

Dear Sarah here I've written you these 851 reasons
for you to love me

Brent’s simplicity stemmed in the way he had been reared, from a humble family he had been embraced within. His father, as he referred to him was his uncle, and he could tell that he was an honourable praiseworthy model figure for him to imitate. The man couldn’t ask for much, they lived in a house by the shore of a lake back in Scotland. Winters were icy in the midst of the cabin. Although it’s grand dimensions, the place was rustic and archaic, primal and furnished with only whatever was vital need. Cameron had learnt to appreciate life as it was, taking the qualities he was granted with to shape his own future with them and accepting what he was been given. In matters of gratitude, he was complete and he could do with very little. Unlike his brother from which he knew nothing about, but he could tell his life had been difficult and almost unbearable, yet they were linked, and sometimes he could feel down because of no reason, somehow it just made sense when he found out about it. The man was simple and everything around him was, as it was more of a thing of attitude and of looking at everything with good eyes, more than anything else. Apparently, and seemingly, you could say he had found himself the secret to happiness, and it was all wrapped up in a small bundle.

Brent didn’t notice the moment his eyes shut closed, just envisioning the start darkness that suddenly overwhelmed him with a rush of ease that slithered through his whole frame. Standing next to his wife was everything he could ask for, and it was good not to strive muffling the moans and whines from Lucien as he normally did whenever he felt drowsy. Working as a team, Sarah and him had achieved to fulfil the task of parenting, just taking turns and looking after the baby equally. Brent was as much of exhausted as she was, but the sole idea of being free could make him frantic, and quite hectic respect of it. The sound of her body shaking slightly as she moved whilst speaking made him smile widely, turning his head sideways as he could, still slant upon the cushions, denying her comment. “I couldn’t deprive you from sleep… in occasions like these, sleep becomes substantial to our very existence…” he explained briefly. He let her kiss him shortly and responded to it gladly, watching her adjust herself to the seat and abandoning the laying position. Brent couldn’t emulate her, just as he grasped the cushion he was settled on and stowed it neatly on her lap, putting his head on as he turned to face her. “I find it hard to believe Zoé wants him close… perhaps a couple of nights with his demands will change her mind…” Brent’s wit out, accompanied with laughter.

“I’d love sauntering through Rue de Pardis, just as I’m worn out of routines… We haven’t exactly tripped down the town and sightseeing… You’re brilliant” he man muttered from his very position below his wife. He hadn’t bothered on taking off the glasses he was donned with, but they didn’t impede their conversation at all, besides, Brent loved to be called a silly geek by Sarah, as she wasn’t much fond of such specs. There were actually useful, as they needn’t much of strong lenses, as Brent still enjoyed of a healthy and sharp sight.

“Then… let’s start the list…” he beamed with excitement, drawing his wand out of his pocket as he casted a piece of parchment and a quill before himself. “You know me… I can’t do anything if it’s not properly arranged and scheduled … there’s a protocol to be followed, indeed” he mentioned, taking a good grip around the quill as he stared at it quite expectantly. “Rue de Pardis” he wrote it at the top of the sheet, leaving a wide gap as he lowered his hand and pointed at the blank page with the quill. “I’d say we should start off with food… I’m quite starved” he admitted, patting his stomach with his free hand. “Best be off… I was told of a place where you are served summarily and food’s quite tasteful…” the man leapt carefully, wary of not affecting his wife with his moves as he straightened up and extended his hand for Sarah to hold. He waited until she did so and before they knew it they were heading out of the residence into the streets.

Brent pulled the seat for Sarah to settle down and waited so until she did, then he just did the job for himself and seated down at the stool next to her. They were on the outside of a building with a small fence around them. Several tables allotted through the deck with a beautiful view to the sea. Brent rested his hand on hers as he gazed at her eyes and smiled, kissing her shortly before he let go off his hand and opened the menu, skimming off through it with eager eyes.