Is your smile charming? I hadn't noticed. I have not noticed a Single. Charming. Aspect. In you.
[He insisted, with a pointed prod of a finger, though his face broke a little despite his best efforts into a smile that flickered as it tried not to be one.]
And so very cruel... are you now so thirsty for detail? There are poets who have written extensively on the subject of unicorns, though I am offended that you could assume I would leave the mythical to Courfeyrac, and I will say no more about it than that, just as I thank you to recall that when you use metaphors so willy-nilly, you often make an ass of yourself.
[A pause for effect, there, before outlining,]
For, after all, if his sabre is his compensation, remember that you lost to it.
[Bahorel's grin glittered with glee as he watched the small crack split in Jehan's façade.]
If I am to approve, then I would like some reassurance that all is going accordingly! Am I not allowed to be interested in the dealings of my dear friend's love life, and be sure that he is being properly treated -- or properly treating, for the matter at hand.
[A near wink there, followed by a revelatory nod.]
Ahh, yes, yes, of course, though it answers nothing as to how your metaphor is defined...
[Bahorel choked a cough of a laugh at the addition, and grew uproarious with it.]
Touché, mon ami! Never more apt a time to say as much!
Perhaps I did not see your disapproval for the blessing it truly was.
[With a small snort and a rise of colouration, shaking his head and going to fold his arms, leaning back upon his heels.]
It is up to the reader or listener to define the metaphor as it has meaning to them. If you cannot find the proper definition, perhaps it is still latent?
[Shot back, for if he would be teased, well, then among this company he'd tease back, however quietly.]
I much preferred you when you were all shades of wisdom, words, and apology. I will have to find some new cause to discredit you to get any peace, it seems. Alas that I have not the heart for it.
[Cuffing Jehan's shoulder with a nudge of his fist, and grinning broadly.]
Oh, do not look so glum, petit! You are happier now; I can see it, there, between your eyes there.
[Pointing with a finger that nearly touched the other's forehead, hovering there and following along with Jehan if he'd lean back at all; at least for a short while before drawing back with a hearty laugh and a head jerk in the direction that they'd been walking, to indicate that they should continue on in their walk.]
If the writer makes use of a metaphor poorly, then it can hardly be the fault of his audience for misreading it, however, non?
[Enjoying the teases to and fro, and chuckling pleasantly.]
Ah, but the best chaos to break the peace is that of jolly laughter and disgruntled expressions, wouldn't you agree?
[Another roll of eyes, and he put both hands flat out, by which to push Bahorel by his own half-turned back steady ahead, towards their destination again.]
You only say so because the jolly is yours, and the disgruntled is mine, and you are quite pleased with yourself, rascal and a half.
[From his angle, it was much easier to hide his smile, pushing him along like a very gaudily painted cart.]
You are stubborn, but we shall see now that you are not immovable.
Precisely! And I will take your name-calling as compliment, too, and return you the favour, in that I could not have that additional half without you to provide it.
[A charming smile flashed over his shoulder at the plough that pushed at him, and a cheery laugh to follow. See, Bahorel can be charming!]
Not when you are the one doing the moving, mon petit moitié~
[All but choking at that ascertain, sparing a moment to make a fist to strike very lightly against his back and shaking his head. Indeed, Jehan still fails to see the charm- perhaps it is too tall for him to spot?]
Insufferable, though you slather it in such pretty tidings as moitié, as make me want to absolve you entirely. Adding insult to injury is one thing, adding compliment to it though? Truly, you are a lawyer through and through, for you abuse language, but cleverly. Bravo to you, though if you are l'avocat, are you not then Mon Bravacat?
[Well, he would get his revenge in his own wordplay then, that the natural french word for lawyer forced the Italian congratulation to be in the feminine to roll off the tongue more naturally.]
[Or perhaps Jehan is simply too small! Bahorel snorted, and trotted forward a few steps to feign a falter at the blow, head bowed slightly.]
Abusus non tollit usum!
And besides, I am no lawyer, bah! You abuse my feelings in turn, though cleverly, too. "Bravacat"...! What a sight! I applaud you, mon ami.
[And genuinely laughing, pulling himself over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Jehan as they walked down the hall, turning to flash a happy smile at the younger man.]
A fine excuse, that. And I have applauded you first, but I will take my bow, then, for in German bau is to mean construction, and such a usum as that might imply we are a work in progress; but at least it progresses.
[With a smile to his friend, falling into step, and quite... a bit more comfortable there than he had been in some months.]
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Date: 2014-08-28 11:11 pm (UTC)[He insisted, with a pointed prod of a finger, though his face broke a little despite his best efforts into a smile that flickered as it tried not to be one.]
And so very cruel... are you now so thirsty for detail? There are poets who have written extensively on the subject of unicorns, though I am offended that you could assume I would leave the mythical to Courfeyrac, and I will say no more about it than that, just as I thank you to recall that when you use metaphors so willy-nilly, you often make an ass of yourself.
[A pause for effect, there, before outlining,]
For, after all, if his sabre is his compensation, remember that you lost to it.
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Date: 2014-08-28 11:26 pm (UTC)If I am to approve, then I would like some reassurance that all is going accordingly! Am I not allowed to be interested in the dealings of my dear friend's love life, and be sure that he is being properly treated -- or properly treating, for the matter at hand.
[A near wink there, followed by a revelatory nod.]
Ahh, yes, yes, of course, though it answers nothing as to how your metaphor is defined...
[Bahorel choked a cough of a laugh at the addition, and grew uproarious with it.]
Touché, mon ami! Never more apt a time to say as much!
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Date: 2014-08-28 11:32 pm (UTC)Perhaps I did not see your disapproval for the blessing it truly was.
[With a small snort and a rise of colouration, shaking his head and going to fold his arms, leaning back upon his heels.]
It is up to the reader or listener to define the metaphor as it has meaning to them. If you cannot find the proper definition, perhaps it is still latent?
[Shot back, for if he would be teased, well, then among this company he'd tease back, however quietly.]
I much preferred you when you were all shades of wisdom, words, and apology. I will have to find some new cause to discredit you to get any peace, it seems. Alas that I have not the heart for it.
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Date: 2014-08-28 11:48 pm (UTC)Oh, do not look so glum, petit! You are happier now; I can see it, there, between your eyes there.
[Pointing with a finger that nearly touched the other's forehead, hovering there and following along with Jehan if he'd lean back at all; at least for a short while before drawing back with a hearty laugh and a head jerk in the direction that they'd been walking, to indicate that they should continue on in their walk.]
If the writer makes use of a metaphor poorly, then it can hardly be the fault of his audience for misreading it, however, non?
[Enjoying the teases to and fro, and chuckling pleasantly.]
Ah, but the best chaos to break the peace is that of jolly laughter and disgruntled expressions, wouldn't you agree?
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Date: 2014-08-28 11:55 pm (UTC)You only say so because the jolly is yours, and the disgruntled is mine, and you are quite pleased with yourself, rascal and a half.
[From his angle, it was much easier to hide his smile, pushing him along like a very gaudily painted cart.]
You are stubborn, but we shall see now that you are not immovable.
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Date: 2014-08-29 12:08 am (UTC)[A charming smile flashed over his shoulder at the plough that pushed at him, and a cheery laugh to follow. See, Bahorel can be charming!]
Not when you are the one doing the moving, mon petit moitié~
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Date: 2014-08-29 12:15 am (UTC)Insufferable, though you slather it in such pretty tidings as moitié, as make me want to absolve you entirely. Adding insult to injury is one thing, adding compliment to it though? Truly, you are a lawyer through and through, for you abuse language, but cleverly. Bravo to you, though if you are l'avocat, are you not then Mon Bravacat?
[Well, he would get his revenge in his own wordplay then, that the natural french word for lawyer forced the Italian congratulation to be in the feminine to roll off the tongue more naturally.]
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Date: 2014-08-29 12:35 am (UTC)Abusus non tollit usum!
And besides, I am no lawyer, bah! You abuse my feelings in turn, though cleverly, too. "Bravacat"...! What a sight! I applaud you, mon ami.
[And genuinely laughing, pulling himself over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Jehan as they walked down the hall, turning to flash a happy smile at the younger man.]
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Date: 2014-08-29 12:42 am (UTC)[With a smile to his friend, falling into step, and quite... a bit more comfortable there than he had been in some months.]
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Date: 2014-08-29 12:58 am (UTC)[An appreciative grin and a nudge to the other's shoulder in good humour.]