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  • She is absolutely amazing! I am super excited to see how this goes! I think you're right about getting everything started with Liam and Sarah, getting them set up first would be best.

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


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  • SARAH LEGAULT

    "Il était une fois..."


    ((Allow me to start us off!))


    A heavy mist hung over the city of Paris, so thick not even the Eiffel Tower's spire could be seen from the rooftops. Sarah stood on a rooftop not far from the Eiffel Tower, the rooftop of the apartment penthouse she and Liam owned. Despite being assassins, no one knew their faces, and no one ever would. Flowers and plants rioted all over the rooftop, a product of Sarah's favourite pastime.


    Sarah stood wrapped up in a grey sweatshirt and a white scarf, staring out across the city. She stared unblinking into the morning sunrise and wondered whether or not Liam would join her. Sometimes he did. Sometimes he brought coffee. Sometimes he brought breakfast. Sometimes he just didn't come at all, which was fine for Sarah, too.


    Loup-Garou | Assassin | French | Wolf Form

  • Despite how long he had lived in France, the weather always had a way of throwing him a curve ball. He had decided to go on a coffee run, and had just returned to the penthouse. Killing as a career. It wasn't something he was necessarily proud of, but it was what he'd needed to do. He had long ago learned to turn off the emotions he use to feel. "I think the world would come to an end if I didn't find you up here one day." The comment was made in a playful manner, though he nearly believed it to be fact. Sarah spent plenty of time with the plants and flowers on the roof. He'd never questioned it, though he was curious as to why gardening of all things was comforting for her.


    Sunny weather like that in Texas was not something he could tolerate any longer. The mist nearly drowned out all sunlight, which he preferred to bright, sunny days. Paris, he'd deem, was more beautiful at night where he could enjoy it without the lens of his sunglasses and the clothes he wore to shield himself from the harsh UV rays. If anyone could consider themselves a vampire due to sun sensitivity, he'd be the top candidate. "You look beautiful among the seeds you've sowed." A laugh erupted from deep in his chest. "Was that one too cheesy?"

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


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  • SARAH LEGAULT

    "Il était une fois..."


    Sarah turned towards the sound of Liam's voice and smiled softly. She stepped away from the edge of the roof and went to stand beside Liam instead. She wrapped her arms around one of his, glancing around at her garden.


    "No," she said. "I like it."


    Sarah rose on her tiptoes and sniffed the coffee in Liam's hand, half-wondering what he had gotten and half-hoping he would give her a taste. Sarah loved coffee, and nothing ever seemed to beat what Liam chose at the various cafes scattered across Paris.


    Loup-Garou | Assassin | French | Wolf Form

  • If she didn't have a look on her face that was almost the resemblance of something akin to a puppy begging for food and the wolf he knew she could be stalking their prey, he probably would have teased her about her reaction to the liquid in his cup. "It's nothing special. I thought it looked good, but it's only average this time. Still, caffeine is caffeine." It was a simple Café au lait, which was from France. When he was ordering, it seemed to fit the mood. Since Sarah was a woman of little words, he tended to do a lot more speaking than he'd like. Not that he hated talking, exactly, he just liked hearing the sound of her voice, which he got to hear so little of when they confronted their targets. Most often, they'd be dead within moments, without much conversing, but the times it was more difficult? Those were different moments. "What's the big plan for the day? Staying up here?" He preferred to hang out at home during the day. Much more peaceful alone with his future wife than out in the streets of Paris, which was often bustling with tourists.


    More often than not he got confused for an American tourist. Only the locals in the area of businesses he frequented knew he was a resident of the country, and not on vacation. The Eiffel Tower had never appealed to him. Sure, he use to find it beautiful in pictures when he was younger, and had hoped to visit it one day, but that was many years ago. Things had changed in that time period, and it was not longer as alluring as he once thought it may be. Traveling at all was no longer on his list of things to do before he died. As an assassin, his job was very demanding and secrecy was important. He never went after the innocents, and if he ever discovered that he was lied to, and his target was innocent? Well, those who dared lie to him in such a manner got a taste of true darkness... true loneliness.


    "Did you want some?" He offered her the cup. No need to dwell on such negative emotions for the time being. Sarah was here. She was in front of him, smile on her face, and so close he could barely restrain the urge to forget the coffee and just kiss her. He would never say the words aloud, but he often did worry about her disappearing without a trace. So many bad things happened in the world, and sometimes she felt like a dream, so when he could touch her, in any small way, he would. Whether it be holding her hand, touching her shoulder, hugging her... just anything to reassure him that she was real. And that she was there.

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


    DON'T BE SHY!


    If you want to roleplay with me, JUST LEMME KNOW MY FRIEND


    I would love for you to check out my stories on Wattpad. I go by the user of ERWritings

  • SARAH LEGAULT

    "Il était une fois..."


    ((Morgan is done. I still have to make her fancypost, so we can definitely bring her in soon to recruit Sarah and Liam. I was thinking they could go on a date, get a job from a client in Japan who has a target in Paris at that very moment, they do their job, go home, have a nice evening in or something and then Morgan comes knocking))


    Sarah took the cup from Liam's hands and took a sip before handing it back to him. What did she want to do today? Their job didn't require them to be in an office building or stationed at a computer. They got an encrypted text message regarding a target's location along with a sum and a photo through their agent, they geared up and off they went. Every day was practically a weekend, so Sarah liked to take profit form it.


    "Walk along the Seine," Sarah said, referring to the river running through the heart of Paris. "Head towards the Louvre."


    Not that Sarah wanted to go into the Louver, but she loved sitting in the grass in front of the building, eating pretzels and then wandering Champs Elysées, a street filled with expensive stores Liam and Sarah could afford but never really entered. At least, not often. Sarah did own some rather expensive clothes, but she only wore them to formal events.


    Loup-Garou | Assassin | French | Wolf Form

  • ((Oh! Exciting! That sounds like a good plan to me.))


    Despite not being quite that surprised by her answer, he still raised a brow at the response he was given. For a moment he was silent, pondering something. A grin spread across his face as he looked at his fiancee, and his decision had been made almost instantly. "Sounds like a perfect trip for a picnic date!" It would be perfect. He wasn't necessarily the best at cooking, but it was a hobby he had recently acquired. Even managed to convince some of the most famous chef's in all of Paris to teach him now and again. Though those lessons were at most twice every two weeks, they had already done wonders for him. He could cook silly simple things, such as macaroni and cheese, or hot dogs, but being his future Mrs. Williams - he didn't want to make any assumptions about if she would take his last name, keep hers, or hyphenate, but he had his hopes - was a native French femme he wanted to impress her and learn how to cook things she would like. As a native to the large state of Texas, he knew how to grill and smoke pretty much any piece of steak or meat there was possible, but only in a way that Texans would know. He'd quickly learned the French were much more...refined in their tastes.


    Liam never minded being away from his "home". After what he'd been through, returning was not an option. He much preferred his family think of him as eternally missing, or even better, dead. He would not be returning. And despite the fact that, as a huge mama's boy, he missed them dearly, it wouldn't change how he felt on the matters. Only sometimes did he allow himself to think of the face his mama would make at seeing what he had become. She'd have whooped his ass into next week and pulled on his ear until he fainted.


    "I can even see how my Sausage-Stuffed Potato Galette have improved. It's the newest dish Monsieur Payard has taught me! I have to keep practicing making it anyways, might as well enjoy it on a nice day like today, no?" Really, he was a little stuffy in the house. While the daylight was far from his favorite thing in the world, he preferred it to being cooped up and bored. Normally he had projects to work on when he was home - whether it be cooking or building some new wooden gift to give to Sarah (those never turned out well). Sitting and watching TV was okay for short periods of time, but without letting off some of his energy, he felt restless. Sometimes he silently wished they would get a job that was interesting enough to throw some challenges their way, even if the fact that most of them were fairly simple meant he didn't need to worry about Sarah as much. Her skills were incredible, but he worried about her none-the-less.

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


    DON'T BE SHY!


    If you want to roleplay with me, JUST LEMME KNOW MY FRIEND


    I would love for you to check out my stories on Wattpad. I go by the user of ERWritings

  • SARAH LEGAULT

    "Il était une fois..."


    Sarah smiled at Liam, a rare occurrence except when she was alone with him. She tightened her grip around his arms, still staring out across the mystical city of Paris. The mist had begun to thin out, allowing the silhouette of the delicate French buildings to peek through the fog.


    "A picnic sounds fantastique, ma cherie," Sarah said. "Why don't we make something together? I know how to bake eclairs."


    Ah, baking. Sarah didn't enjoy it as much as gardening, but anyone from France just had to know how to bake. Eclairs, macarons, baguettes, whatever else they could whip up; baked goods were a staple in the French died. Sarah's personal favourite had to be eclairs, but she hadn't actually revealed such a fact to Liam until, well, just now, when she said she knew how to make them.


    Loup-Garou | Assassin | French | Wolf Form

  • If it weren't for Sarah, he would have left Paris a long time ago. It only held bad memories for him, but his goal was to make good ones with the woman holding onto his arm. His eyes studied her face, cherishing her smile just as he always did when he got to see the flash of teeth and the look in her eyes when she is around him. It was her and her alone who held a light that he did not flinch away from. The sunlight peeked through the mist, and his muscles tensed up.


    "Eclair's sound wonderful, too." He leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss to her cheek. It had taken him a minute to get use to the French greeting of cheek kissing, but he still liked to kiss her cheeks just because he could. He had used it as an excuse before they actually became a "thing" as some would say. "At this point I'm just desperate to get inside." The light always felt like it paralyzed him, though he knew it was more psychological than physical.


    While Paris was beautiful, and he would be more than happy to go on a picnic in the daytime with Sarah, he would prefer to limit his exposure to the sun. The longer he spent inside, the longer he could spend time in the sun later. He definitely was working on a solution to his dilemma concerning the sun. He usually couldn't complete any jobs if they were outdoors in the daylight. "Come on, I think your jardin will be just fine without you for a couple of hours." His smile told all anyone needed to know about the fact that he was joking, and so he pressed another kiss to the side of her head.

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


    DON'T BE SHY!


    If you want to roleplay with me, JUST LEMME KNOW MY FRIEND


    I would love for you to check out my stories on Wattpad. I go by the user of ERWritings

  • SARAH LEGAULT

    "Il était une fois..."


    Sarah laced her fingers with Liam's and escorted him out of her garden and back down into their one-bedroom apartment with a stunning view of Paris. She headed straight for the kitchen, with its dark colour scheme and gorgeous countertops. Unlike most apartments, their's had very few windows, and those that existed were almost always covered in curtains for the sake of secrecy...and also for Liam.


    "I have all the ingredients," Sarah said as she tied her hair back in a ponytail and started searching their cupbaords for bowls. "You can start on your, ah, c'est quoi le mot...Meals? Yes, meals."


    Sarah had never quite mastered English, but she made an exception to practice it with Liam. She liked it when he threw in the occasional French word or even if they spoke French, though Sarah never enforced it. She could speak plenty French—which really wasn't much at all—when they were out in the city.


    Loup-Garou | Assassin | French | Wolf Form

  • It was a wonderful thing, he'd decided, to have someone you loved around you all of the time. Seeing her brightened up his day, and any bad thoughts or negative emotions were drowned out by the sound of her voice. If he ever said he didn't like her accent, he'd be lying. Though he always found it strange how many people in France claimed he was the one with the accent, as an America. His original Texan accent slipped through only during moments of frustration, like when he couldn't find something or when he couldn't remember the things he felt were important to remember. During those moments the occasional, "Well ain't this just the icin' on the cake" would slip through.


    "Wonderful! And I'm sure when I start messing them up in any way you'll be right there to save me, no?" He was only joking, which he liked to do with her. Normally he was very reserved and serious. Sarah made that all change. Only when he was alone with her did he feel relaxed and happy enough to make silly jokes that weren't all that funny and cheesy, cliche pick-up lines. He felt alive. Even if we have to live as killers for the rest of our lives, it will be fine. No matter how much the pay, he wouldn't kill women or children. More often than not, he would find the person who was willing to pay for such a thing to occur and he'd kill them, simply from the triggering memories the job would bring.


    He shook off the thoughts, looking around the kitchen for the supplied he was going to need to make the meal. Just focus on Sarah. She likely didn't even know how much she meant to him. How much her presence truly helped soothe his inner demons. Not a single one of them disliked her. Focus, Liam! Where are the-ah! There. He did feel a little insecure about making French dishes. They were far from his specialty, but he liked to cater to Sarah as much as possible. As well as blend into the French culture enough to avoid suspicion.

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


    DON'T BE SHY!


    If you want to roleplay with me, JUST LEMME KNOW MY FRIEND


    I would love for you to check out my stories on Wattpad. I go by the user of ERWritings

  • SARAH LEGAULT

    "Il était une fois..."


    "Of course, my love," Sarah said, touching Liam's elbow as she swept past him with a bowl in hand. "I'll fix whatever you mess up. I am very good at that." She grinned cheekily at Liam and set up next to him, all her tools ready.


    Of course, Sarah was joking. Liam had certainly helped her fix the messes she had created, especially as the infamous Loup-Garou. Sarah had always found the name amusing, especially after Liam had told her she was basically a werewolf in the eyes of the world. That's what her title had meant, and Sarah had just let it stick after her reputation became more prominent.


    Sarah gathered up the ingredients she needed and set to work, now and then glancing over at Liam to ensure he didn't actually need any help.


    Loup-Garou | Assassin | French | Wolf Form

  • Despite all of her teasing, Liam was pretty confident in his abilities. His cooking classes (they were night classes of course, which he paid extra for) were really helping him in terms of understanding the different taste buds of the French. They were a far cry from his well-known steak and mashed potatoes from his hometown. They actually used a lot more kitchen utensils than he'd ever even realized existed as well. "Is that doubt in me? I'm wounded!" He feigned hurt, but he was already starting to prepare.


    What a duo, they were. A "werewolf" according to the world who knew of the assassin, and the "nightbringer". He wished he had gotten to choose his name. He definitely would have chosen something much more cool. Maybe in a different language too. Or at least something that had a meaning. What he could do wasn't anything he liked to bring light upon. It was dark and cold. Those abilities stemmed from the darkest parts of his heart, they'd told him when they'd created him. He was special, because he held a hatred in his soul, which had literally turned black. Despite this, he did his best to stay light hearted and cheerful more often than not.


    He never wished to become the nightmare they'd created him to be. Though, his abilities did come in handy when on a mission. Hunting the bad guys down? He liked that. Something you'd see in comic books. If only the Avengers had been able to prevent the world from falling into destruction so many years ago. Or, that's what he'd heard from so many of the older generation growing up. He'd never really knew anything different, so he could not really miss too much from the event. "My goal is to one day have my teacher and I both cook for you and hopefully they taste super similar and you can hardly guess which is mine!"

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


    DON'T BE SHY!


    If you want to roleplay with me, JUST LEMME KNOW MY FRIEND


    I would love for you to check out my stories on Wattpad. I go by the user of ERWritings

  • SARAH LEGAULT

    "Il était une fois..."


    ((When you don't actually know how to make eclairs so you kinda pretend you know what you're doing and hope it works out))


    Sarah smiled at Liam. "I can't wait for that day to come."


    She went back to her cooking, bustling about the kitchen, tossing things into the bowl and whipping up a storm all around Liam. She kept one careful eye on their answering machine as she put together the first part of the eclair, in case a mission appeared out of the blue. Usually, Sarah and Liam would have to wait until nightfall to start off their mission, but they would spend their daylight hours scouting out their target and making plans. They had ample time to finish their mission, but Sarah liked getting it over with as soon as possible so she could get on with her day.


    Sarah finished the pastry part of the eclair, set it in the oven and got to work on both the filling and the chocolate part at the same time, humming nonchalantly to herself. She bumped her shoulder against Liam's as she passed him and smiled.


    Loup-Garou | Assassin | French | Wolf Form

  • // As someone who is more a baker of brownies than anything else, I concur with that!


    It was bad enough on a normal day to remember how exactly to cook the meal he was working on. With Sarah in the kitchen, looking absolutely stunning as she focused on the task at hand... Look at how she moves, it's so- "Hot!" His hand, in his absentee mind, had rested on the stove top as it was heating up. Without meaning to, the shadows he was so familiar with surrounded his hand, consuming half of his arm in a darkness so black it was often hard to look at - even for him. Great. Just what I get for being distracted. He had half a mind to make a joke about Sarah being a distraction, but the sting of the burn was ebbing away from the darkness absorbing the sting. It only took a minute, but the shadows eventually slithered down his arm until they disappeared. The burn still remained, but all of the pain had vanished. "Well, I can definitely say that is a new experience. So self-inflicted injuries encourage the endorphins in a different way." That was his guess, at least.


    Even for as long as he'd been like this, he didn't know everything. New situations often showed him a different side of his curse. Not abilities. Not powers. Curse. Because that's what it was. Trying to keep things as light as he possibly could, he sent Sarah a smile. "I'm too clumsy for my own good, I guess." He returned to the confusing French recipe, but he found it was much more muscle memory than he'd realized and soon enough he had everything exactly where they needed to be. Even just cooking was exhausting in the day time, but he was working on something he called his endurance training, which was him trying to keep his body awake and alert as long as possible in the daytime without lagging or becoming too fatigued. He even took a plethora of vitamins daily to help, along with consuming an unhealthy amount of sports drinks and caffeine, like the coffee he had just finished not too long ago. Coffee was a constant throughout the day type of thing. Not just in the mornings. It only kind of had an effect on his exhaustion.


    His eyes averted to the answering machine, almost hoping for a small flashing light. He got bored way too easily, and while doing such mundane things with Sarah were nice, there were things he wanted to accomplish. Like finding the ones who had killed his baby sister. Each mission they went on, he used it as an opportunity to find those who had done him and his family wrong. If he didn't find them and bring them to justice, he would never be able to face his parents again. It'd been years since he had seen them, though he did keep tabs on them throughout the years.

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


    DON'T BE SHY!


    If you want to roleplay with me, JUST LEMME KNOW MY FRIEND


    I would love for you to check out my stories on Wattpad. I go by the user of ERWritings

  • SARAH LEGAULT

    "Il était une fois..."


    ((I just made this pumpkin bread thing last night, and it took me five damn hours, but it's the most baking I've ever done so...go me!))


    Sarah left her station as soon as Liam cried out in pain to stand by his side. She didn't intervene, since both of them had high pain tolerances and knew first aid, but she still worried. Even if it didn't always show, Sarah worried about Liam constantly. They supported each other in ways no one else could. They were alone in the world, two freaks trying to make a living.


    Sighing through her nose, Sarah went back to the filling of the eclairs and glanced over at the answering machine. The light had turned on, and flashed at Sarah at a regular interval.


    "We have a mission," Sarah said, approached the machine and turned it on.


    "Loup-Garou. Nightbringer. Target: Alexandre Dubois. Occupation: Manager of the Louvre. Location: The Louvre Museum until 22h30. Pay: 6 000 euros."


    Loup-Garou | Assassin | French | Wolf Form

  • He wondered who had the manager pissed off for them to have their head wanted on a stick. Their picnic would be ruined if they had to go kill a guy right where they wanted to enjoy themselves. I'm sick of killing people. None of these people are the ones I am after. But each day he did feel much closer to finding those men. He would find them one day. "I suppose our picnic will have to wait, hmm?" Even though he did most of the talking - especially when it came to missions - he liked to let her call the shots. While he knew he had gone through hell, the things Sarah had gone through... at least what she had opened up to him about... he never wanted to take away her freedom. Much like he appreciated having his own freedom.


    Being tortured... it had been a nightmare. The darkness had become his safe haven, and Sarah brought him out of such a state. He would do anything to keep her safe and to protect her light. Even if it meant killing someone as prominent as the manager of the Louvre. It almost sounded like they had a time limit of sorts. "I was really looking forward to a nice picnic. It was turning out so well!" He was looking at his prepping and how close he was to being done. What a shame all of the cooking would have to wait to be eaten.


    Unless they decided to hold off on their job. Wait until tomorrow. Or later. They did have a few hours. Unless they used the picnic as a stake out to check out their target under a ruse of a picnic as a couple. He'd hate to bring his date as a cover for later killing someone though. Why is it like this? I just want to enjoy my day. He had been getting bored though, so he supposed this was the call answering his boredom. You couldn't have everything, he guessed.

    I haven't updated this in years oh my lanta. Anywho, I own/train horses as like a living so I am super busy but I also love to rp so I will be trying to rp as much as possible.


    DON'T BE SHY!


    If you want to roleplay with me, JUST LEMME KNOW MY FRIEND


    I would love for you to check out my stories on Wattpad. I go by the user of ERWritings