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Challenge: [#231 - Pastiche]
Title: Trois Amis à Paris (Three Friends in Paris)
Word Count: 526
Notes: I love the challenge this week! SoRiKai if you squint, and imaginary crepes to the first person who correctly guesses the author I'm imitating.
On a brisk and sunny day in early summer, a group of youths encountered one another in a tavern in the south of Paris; ah, Paris, you who are everything and nothing, at once the world and a pincushion, the elated murmurings of a young lover and the harsh delirium of a prisoner struck down by oppression, the cruelest of all illnesses! Paris is wonderful, but Paris in the summertime is even more so, and the unconditional warmth of its gentle sun and life-affirming breezes comfort the souls of even those who lay claim to no possessions whatsoever.
Toasts had been made, a great quantity of food enthusiastically consumed; afternoon, at some point, had acquiesced to evening. In short, the youths' party had reached a certain stage, resembling its original mood as softly radiating embers are akin to a raging bonfire. Everyone was at least slightly tipsy, and soft laughter fell like summer rain atop the meandering murmurs of several conversations. The room hummed with a heady intoxication- not solely the intoxication of drunkenness, which leaves the inebriated no better off than they were before, but the intoxication of love, which invariably alters one for the better.
Of particular note were a trio of students seated near a window, students who possessed the self-fulfilling immortality that comes with being a certain age. Their names were, respectively, Sora, Kairi, and Riku.
As we have named Sora first, we shall grant him the honor of the first description. He was the illegitimate and only son of a seamstress and a soldier, a chivalrous scamp with an infinite appetite for both food and merriment. Although mischievous and light-hearted, he was never cruel, and possessed a capacity for sympathy that occasionally made him seem wise beyond his years. There was a sort of charisma about him, a welcoming halo of invisible light, and it was this that drew the other two to his presence.
Kairi possessed a certain aura of her own, the nearly imperceptible charm of coquetry mingled with innocence. Although beautiful, she did not concern herself with her looks. Far from detracting from her appearance, however, this carelessness almost seemed to enhance it. A girl of lesser intelligence, possessing Kairi's clear blue eyes, daintily tilted nose, and gleaming auburn hair, would at once begin to demand favors and give herself airs; Kairi, on the other hand, had retained her benevolent temper and loving heart.
If Kairi was the essence of kindness, then Riku was the essence of melancholy, a pensive thought made flesh. He did not make decisions lightly, nor was he quick to forgive, especially in regards to his own mistakes. In addition to an air of infinite world-weariness, he possessed a classical profile and hair the color of trailing smoke.
"Hey, guys!" Sora said, standing up on the table.
"Oh, great, he's drunk," muttered Riku, while Kairi laughed.
"Allow me to make a speech. I adore Paris, and all you people, and adoration itself. We are young, lively, and totally awesome; we should, like, go overthrow the government, or something of the sort. Viva la revolution- kiss me, Kairi!" And, so saying, he absentmindedly kissed Riku.
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OT3 ftw~
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