<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Ettiene Bonhomme (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Dating Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br/><strong>House and Year:</strong>Bellefeulles 3rd Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Connie, Claudette, Open<br/>*wearing (http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Janice-Fronimakis-For-Canali-Fall-Winter-2011.12-MaleModelSceneNet-01.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ettiene smiled handsomely at his darling Constance as she stroked his hard, stubbly chin with her slender, tapered fingers.  He turned her palm over with his hands, and traced the lines of her fortune with the ends of his digits before he kissed her wrist.  Then, Ettiene slowly lowered her hand unto his lap, stroking and massaging her hand tenderly with his thumbs.  He flashed Constance a mischievous smile, but before he could say anything to her, Claudette had chimed in.  Rolling his eyes, he turned his knowing gaze to Claudette.<br/><br/>"Mademoiselle, I am so pleased at your concern," he said.   "You are a true friend to state things as they are so well.  You are right, my mother will not be happy.  As to what she will do, I cannot put it past my dear mother to do the worst.  She is venomous and vindictive, a woman perpetually in divorce, though she is happily married."<br/><br/>He was just so pleased that Constance understood his romantic gesture.  It was difficult for him to be denied of the pleasure of her company as it was, but to be denied a future, too?  It was unbearable.  Ettiene was in love!  He loved Constance with all of his heart.  She sated his heated passion.  She stifled his loneliness.  She thwarted his depression.  There was nothing terrible about Constance, and no flaw that could be given to her, aside that she knew how to love too much!  His mother was insane.  Everyone was insane.<br/><br/>Why couldn't Claudette be happy for them?  She was a wedge in their blossoming relationship.  Every argument that sprouted between them was sowed by Claudette.  Every minor disagreement became a large disagreement when Claudette was at the reins.  When Ettiene and Constance experienced solitude, there were no arguments.  There were no disagreements.  They were so happy.  And it took extreme solitude to notice the discord that Claudette seemingly attempted to plot.<br/><br/>Ettiene's eyes narrowed most vigorously as he stared at Claudette with surprise, concern and derision.<br/><br/>"I do not care what my mother will do," he said.   "Men do things.  Men go out and do things, and they are not concerned about ramifications or dangers.  I would march in front of a firing squad and proclaim my eternal love for Constance, even if it meant that I could only enjoy living for a few seconds more!  I would die for her.  I would give up anything to be with her.  So what if my mother comes to the school?  I am more resolved than ever to defy her.  She can take my dignity and she can take my inheritance and she can take everything that I own or cherish.<br/><br/>"But she will never take my Constance."<br/><br/>It was then that his eyes suddenly flashed with fury -- the same fury that his mother, Belleza Bonhomme, had instilled in him through genetics and upbringing.<br/><br/>"What are you up to, Claudette?  You enjoy seeing us worry and hate seeing us happy."