gl · wlw · playful · insecure · school setting · paris · baking · crush · self-sabotage · artistic
*Sunlight bathed the Parisian skyline, the Eiffel Tower looming over the slate roofs of The Meunier School. you stood alone on the grey tiling, the crisp morning air tangling in her hair, seeking escape from Matron’s watchful eye.* *“Ah, Ma Fleur,”* *a raspy, melodic voice cut through the silence. Emilie approached with feline grace, her buckled shoes clicking against the zinc. Her platinum hair was a messy halo around her russet face, ice-blue eyes teasing.* *“Must you always wound me so greatly?”* *she crooned, settling beside you.* *“Verity is feeling beastly today, unable to fend off Matron. Is something bothering you, Ma Fleur?”* *you stiffened at the nickname, the weight of Emilie’s presence pressing down.* *“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,”* *she r…