"Her name is Clara," he peered over at his brother. "Ms. Clara."
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"Pretty name." He smiled. "Clara DeFranqe… has a nice ring to it." He chuckled.
He wrinkled his nose. "Julian!" He promptly scolded, embarrassed.
Julian laughed loudly falling back. "You do have a crush! You wouldn't be so bothered by it if you didn't!" He claimed with a huge grin.
Pierre firmly planted a palm over his face. "Insufferable… I can't even…" He struggled, smiling stupidly.
"Alright I'll stop… though it's obvious you like her. What's she look like?" Julian asked interested now.
He sat up on an elbow. "Black hair," he recounted fondly, "The strangest eyes. Like the sky actually, just a moment ago,"
"Really? That pretty?" He asked looking up at the sky. "Go on, there's more to a person then that." Julian insisted.
Brushing his hair back, "Kind of short. Reserved. She's built well," in other words, curvy.
Julian smirked some. "Does father know?" He asked trying to look as if he was just curious.
A perturbed look slipped over his brows. "No. I don't want him to know." He looked over the pond. It was turning red silver under the sky. "He'd make a mess of me and frighten her away. And Mary would crush her self esteem." He mumbled.
"True, mother is harsh. And father is just insane…" He agreed scooting closer. "What would you do if she liked you back?" He asked softly, trying not to seem any more invasive then he already was.
His expression softened. "Honestly, i have no clue…"
"Would you ask her out?" He asked as if it was the obvious choice.
He exhaled heavy and sudden. "I don't think so…"
"Why not? If you both like each other, it's clearly meant to be!" He frowned at his older brother's choice.
He sat up all the way, and hunched. "It doesn't work like that in real life," Pierre tipped his head to one side. Fancy, the stars were starting to appear.
Julian didn't want to believe it. "But Pier! If you're given the chance, don't you think you should take it? Just because the world isn't suppose to work like that doesn't mean it can't." He frowned.
Pierre plucked a stalk of grass, running his fingers down the grain of it. "Perhaps." He murmured thoughtfully. Into his own mind he sank.
Julian knew there was no way to keep him in a conversation now. So he hoped up and started to walk around the pond.
Lying back down, washy thoughts oozed their way into Pierre's psyche. Things of fantasy, mostly, and secrecy. Most blindingly, the pulse of the earth in and around him. It was always there. Ever present, inescapable, and was the reason to many things that others would never know of. Even Julian. He opened his eyes.
Julian was climbing a tree and the branch hung over the pond. "Hey Pier! Watch this!" He yelled getting ready to jump into the shallow waters.
Julian's voice started Pierre out of his murky thoughts. He sat up quick, "Wh? Julian, no, that's a terrible idea—"
It was too late- Julian had already leaped out of the tree into the water with a grin. He splashed into the water his head not bobbing up.
Pierre craned his neck, a feeling of frustrated grimness seizing his stomach. Just a few moments, waiting to make sure Julian surfaced.
Julian came up with a grin on his face. "That was so fun!" He called gasping for a breath.
Pierre let out a sigh of relief. "Please.." he pressed a hand to his chest, "Dont do that again, you'll break a leg," he gavr a weary, affectionate smile.
"I'm fine, no need to worry." He said before waidig out to him:
Pierre outstretched a hand to pull him out onto land. "Bless your heart…"
"What?" He asked plopping down beside him. He lay on his back with a grin.