[Well, since he had the rare occasion of having his eyes open while Courfeyrac had his closed...
He took the opportunity to press a butterfly kiss to each lid, and smile softly.]
No one could punish you on that count, surely, God or man. I believe; and will hold no argument against; that I am the luckier of we two. It is a pretty thing, to be so enamored. And while I am prone to it, you... that is. Never quite to this extent.
[Admitted, softly, before--]
Ah. Do you know what 'Roman de la poire's' design is, cher?
[He flicked his gaze to the side at him when he agreed that it had never been to this extent for himself either, then smiled.]
Roman de la poire is medieval French romantic narration. The manuscript is by Thibaut, and uses mainly allegory to describe love, in large part from the lover's own perspective-- revolutionary, at the time.
In it, a woman gives a fruit she has peeled with her teeth to her lover. The man, in reply, gives her something too.
[Shifting, he picked up both hands, and used his two pointer fingers and two thumbs to form a heart, then peeked back again at him with another little smile.]
An illustration shows him to offer his heart, in this shape. It is the first time in recorded literary history that the heart was used as a metaphor for love, or that this shape; which you recognize, no?; was the associated design for the human heart in love.
[Courfeyrac listened with unwavering attention, nodding as Jehan explained what it was. He maneuvered his arms around him to copy the way he held his hands.]
So that is the reason for the simplified heart drawing to represent love? It was created that long ago?
[He took the chance to nuzzle his nose into Jehan's cheek.]
[Unhinging his own fingers after Courfeyrac had the shape, he went to trace the version he had made with two fingers, smile re-alighting at the prod of a nose against his cheek.]
It is, and it was. Of course, it would be a French invention; it seems we grow a culture of the best and worst things in humanity. But this, surely, is one of the best.
[Still tracing his fingers, he settled in on the bed finally, kicking off his shoes as nimbly as he could manage before getting onto the mattress properly to join him.]
It's true of most men too, isn't it? Great, balancing with terrible. Yet I think...
[He tapped his fingers again before letting his hands fall back lightly against his own lap.]
...That when one feels like this, the flaws seem few, and are designed so that they only add to the greatness.
[He would cease with this now, really. But he was very grateful that Courfeyrac, and what feelings he did have for the man, kept him from becoming as bleak as he felt he may have upon returning.]
[He glanced up, nearly going a bit cross-eyed, to try to stare at Courfeyrac after his statement... then kept from shaking his head, if only not to knock his chin, which was pleasantly placed.]
Fair, absolutely. But I don't think it makes so much sense as all that. There must be something to it beyond our understanding, no? There must be something more to it-- but what, I scarcely know. I don't think I would want to. Life is sometimes better being mysterious, don't you think?
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Date: 2013-07-23 06:51 pm (UTC)[Closing his eyes at those kisses, he smiled a little more.]
How lucky we are, yes... I would hate to tempt any higher being into punishing us for being so lucky to have found each other as we have.
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Date: 2013-07-23 06:55 pm (UTC)He took the opportunity to press a butterfly kiss to each lid, and smile softly.]
No one could punish you on that count, surely, God or man. I believe; and will hold no argument against; that I am the luckier of we two. It is a pretty thing, to be so enamored. And while I am prone to it, you... that is. Never quite to this extent.
[Admitted, softly, before--]
Ah. Do you know what 'Roman de la poire's' design is, cher?
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Date: 2013-07-23 07:12 pm (UTC)Never quite to this extent. Yes. But I do believe we are both the lucky ones.
[At the following question, he opens his eyes and looks at him questioningly, shaking his head.]
I can't say that I am familiar with it, no.
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Date: 2013-07-23 10:22 pm (UTC)Roman de la poire is medieval French romantic narration. The manuscript is by Thibaut, and uses mainly allegory to describe love, in large part from the lover's own perspective-- revolutionary, at the time.
In it, a woman gives a fruit she has peeled with her teeth to her lover. The man, in reply, gives her something too.
[Shifting, he picked up both hands, and used his two pointer fingers and two thumbs to form a heart, then peeked back again at him with another little smile.]
An illustration shows him to offer his heart, in this shape. It is the first time in recorded literary history that the heart was used as a metaphor for love, or that this shape; which you recognize, no?; was the associated design for the human heart in love.
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Date: 2013-07-24 12:24 am (UTC)So that is the reason for the simplified heart drawing to represent love? It was created that long ago?
[He took the chance to nuzzle his nose into Jehan's cheek.]
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Date: 2013-07-24 12:35 am (UTC)It is, and it was. Of course, it would be a French invention; it seems we grow a culture of the best and worst things in humanity. But this, surely, is one of the best.
[Still tracing his fingers, he settled in on the bed finally, kicking off his shoes as nimbly as he could manage before getting onto the mattress properly to join him.]
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Date: 2013-07-24 04:01 pm (UTC)As Jehan shifted and settled himself in the bed, Courfeyrac moved so he could easier join him.]
Yes, I would be mad to disagree with that. It is only fair to the other cultures that ours balance out our best with some terrible...
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Date: 2013-07-24 04:36 pm (UTC)[He tapped his fingers again before letting his hands fall back lightly against his own lap.]
...That when one feels like this, the flaws seem few, and are designed so that they only add to the greatness.
[He would cease with this now, really. But he was very grateful that Courfeyrac, and what feelings he did have for the man, kept him from becoming as bleak as he felt he may have upon returning.]
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Date: 2013-07-24 05:29 pm (UTC)That's only fair, isn't it? If the flaws weren't so flattering, it would be impossible to get along so well.
[At least, that makes sense in his head.]
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Date: 2013-07-24 07:24 pm (UTC)Fair, absolutely. But I don't think it makes so much sense as all that. There must be something to it beyond our understanding, no? There must be something more to it-- but what, I scarcely know. I don't think I would want to. Life is sometimes better being mysterious, don't you think?