<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>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/><br/>Ettiene was the perfect image of smoldering.  He could smolder very well.  It was his face's natural inclination.  He had very serious eyes, which were penetrating and held an intellectual profundity that was seldom tapped.  He was gaunt and lean for failure to eat often, especially in the last couple of weeks.  There was only one dish being served and it was Constance -- and he ate that in heaps.  Moohoohaha.  And his lips never were very still, as he was always smirking or grinning one way or the other.  His flesh, which was of an olive hue, as his family line was that of a mix between Caucasians and Middle Easterners, gave him a very healthy appearance, never too pale and never flushed.<br/><br/>But, as he leveled his gaze at Constance and looked into her soft, knowing gaze, Ettiene knew what she was talking about.  He got hot at the collar, and his flesh was covered with a fine layer of sweat.  His face became red with wanton desire.  He knew that look!  It was the look that drove him crazy with adoration and reckless with despair.  It was the sort of look that Penelope gave to Odysseus to give him courage to crash between Scylla and Charybdis.  But he couldn't quite bring himself to do it!  He didn't care about school, but Constance did.  He couldn't just assault his beloved darling and pepper her with his fondness, could he?  No!  He had to divert the course of the mighty river of his profound love, and steer it in a manner that was productive.<br/><br/>"Winter vacation!" he suddenly exclaimed as he leered at his beauty.   "Yes, like I said, South Africa has several resorts!  It's summer there, like I said.  And lots of animals, too.  Have you ever hunted?  Ghastly business.  But it gets very hot there during December, and things aren't always closed during the holidays."  He suddenly realized that the idea of re-living the summer later in the year was reminding him of Constance in an inappropriate manner, so he again had to divert!   "But a summer retreat during winter vacation seems like a waste of a season, dear.  Winter is fun, too.  We could rent a lodge in the American Rockies, and we could ski.  I hear that Argentina has some beautiful slopes, too.  Am I speaking too much?  I'm all out of sorts."<br/><br/>He took off his coat, folded it and placed it on the chair beside him, careful to knock the Hermit Crab over.<br/><br/>He then gave Claudette a very wicked smile, reclined back against his chair and said:<br/><br/>"Your friend was the perfect lady this summer, Claudette.  Just remarkable.  We went to see the Opera, and so many people remarked how lovely she was.  She really is very lovely, but it is nice for people to notice.  We sailed on a yacht, and visited deserted islands and... well, we had a lot of fun.  There is a lot of things to do in Marseilles.  The way my parents speak of it, I thought that it was just a provincial village, but it is really quite large and there are plenty of things to do.  I didn't know that you were from Marseilles.  You must really like it here.  My Constance and I found it so very agreeable."