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The little booklet on Lysandre’s bed is the first thing that catches Augustine’s attention when he enters the bedroom. Originally having entered to retrieve something his partner asked him to, he’s… rather curious about this. Is this some kind of diary? Or maybe its work related….
Forgetting his original reason for coming into the room, he decides to pick it up. Augustine, despite being a mature, reasonable man, is rather nosy when he wants to be. Despite this, it's Lysandre. His partner, his minou… he surely will not mind.
He sits down on the bed and opens the booklet, flipping through some pages, he’s not all that surprised to find what seems to be poems. In fact, every page that isn't empty has some kind of poem written down.
Well… Lysandre is the type of man that would indulge in something like this, but how come he never shared that with him? He then makes another discovery: further reading into them, he realizes the poems are about him! Why didn't Lysandre ever share them with him?! Sure, he’s kind of repressed in some aspects, but you’d think that if you write poems about somebody, you’d show them eventually, right?!
“You know, it's awfully rude to snoop.”
Augustine practically jumps multiple inches in the air at the sound of Lysandre’s voice, aw man, he was caught…
“Minou! Ah! I- i just-”
Once he gets a good look at Lysandre’s face, he sees obvious embarrassment - and not the anger he’s expected from the man just now. His face clearly reddened, this told him pretty much everything he needed to know.
“You don't need to be embarrassed! You know… I would have really liked to receive these…” Augustine tries to console him.
Lysandre sighs “I wanted them to be perfect. This is something I only picked up recently, so they’re not as good as I want them to be.”
He supposes that makes sense, knowing Lysandre, the man was a huge perfectionist. He’d get upset when his baking didn't look quite like he envisioned it in his head, he would restart his song every time he pressed the wrong key on his piano, he’s surprised he found these poems intact, and not at the bottom of the trash bin!
“It doesn't have to be perfect….” Augustine replies “I thought they were really sweet, from what I read.”
Lysandre is silent for a while, his expression clearly tells that he’s thinking of something.
“Do you… want me to read some of them to you?” maybe this is fine.
Augustine’s demeanor quickly brightens at this, Lysandre, reading him poems? Dedicated to him? Yes please!!!!!!
“Bien sûr! Please do so!” he pats the spot on the bed next to himself veeeery enthusiastically. And Lysandre has to suppress a smile.
“Alright, alright, since you want me to this much.”