A/N Ok, if you haven't noticed YET....read my profile, and you'll find out
that I'm completely obsessed with Richard O'Brien, and this is, I think one
of his best roles! That beard makes him look so much younger! Well,
anyways, this is just a little ficcy I came up while watching the movie!
Enjoy!
**
He walked throught the streets of the familiar marketplace, his usual entourage trailing behind him. he browsed through the familiar stands, before he spotted another one, that wasn't there the week before. He dismissed his lackeys with a wave of his hand, and gently adjusting his hat, walked up to the small kiosk. He was pleasantly surprised when the person miding the store was a young, beautiful woman. "May I intrest you in something sir?" She asked, giving him a slight curtsey. He browsed over the table of linens, before he turned his gaze to looking over her.
"Marie, sir. Maire Susan Champlain." She took this oppurtunity to oogle him. he was about the same height as she, and the first thing you noticed was the beard. It was a thin goatee, it had once been blonde, but had thus since gone brown, and had just started to go gray. "Would you like to buy something sir?" she asked politely, never taking her eyes off him.
"Perhaps. Depends on what you have."
"All sorts of linens sir. Perhaps you fancy a new cloak? Or maybe a saddle blanket for your horse? It can all be custom embroidered."
"Custom embroidered you say?"
"Yes sir. Designs, names, monograms, you name it I can probably do it."
"How long will it take to do a monogrammed handkerchief."
"A day sir." His thin eyebrows raised at the short period.
"A day, that's it?"
"Yes sir."
"Well then, I suppose I'll be seeing you tomorrow."
"Um, sir, it might help if you give me what to monogram your handkerchief with. I'm new here and I don't know all of the courtiers yet." He turned back around, his face slightly flushed with embaressment. He had no clue why he was even being somewhat nice to her.
"Pierre. Pierre Le Pieu"
"Thank you sir. You can come by tomorrow to pick it up." He nodded, and left. He rode his horse back to his castle, not bothering to collect the rest of his entourage. As he rode at almost full gallop, he thought about what had just happened.
"I'm going soft." He told himself, smiling slightly. It was true to. Not even Danielle had had this sort of control over him. All he could think about as he rode back to the castle was how beautiful this woman was. She was younger than Danielle too. And the lord knew he needed a young lady around.
**
She sat at the kiosk working on the man's handkerchief. There was something about him. Something different. Something good, inside all of that evilness. He had such an evil air around him. and that scar didn't help at all. No, the thin scar that ran down his cheek made him seem all the more evil.
But he seemed so delectable. In that forbidden fruit sort of way. He was probably happily married, with a nice little clan. But yet, she could swear that he had been flirting with her. "Men will be men" she muttered to herself, and stiched away her thoughts about him.
**
The next morning, he was at the shop bright and early, again, minus his entourage. Marie smiled at him when he walked up to her. "Hello, Mr. Le Pieu, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was, well, is rather." Damn, he was slipping over his own words. She chuckled slightly, and removed a flowing white handkerchief with his intials stiched into it with red thread.
"You never said what color the monogram should be in, so I just picked red."
"Red is fine. How much do I owe you?" He said, pulling out a small change purse.
"One gold franc" He took his time to pull out the franc, and paid her. "Thank you."
"No, thank you." He said. He was shocking himself at how nice he was being. She smiled at him.
"So, Pierre, what brings you to the market anyway? You seem rich enough to have servants to do the shopping for you."
"My servants have no taste." Ah, there was the cruel self that he remembered. She laughed.
"As if you do." She said quietly.
"Mm, what was that?" he said icily.
"Nothing sir."
"Did you just say I had no taste?" He said staring at her.
"You could stand to get a better tailor."
"And might you be able to recommend one?"
"Someone who isn't color blind would be a good start." He couldn't belive what he was hearing. There was this woman, barely even 15, insulting him to his face. His face contorted into a snarl.
"What do you know about fashion, you're just a little girl."
"A little girl with a knack for style." She said, meeting his glare. "And this little girl also has a short temper. So if you're not going to buy anything else I suggest you leave before I have to MAKE you leave." He got the point and left.
**
But even during his ride back to his fort, he couldn't erase the thought of this girl. She had just publicly humililated him. Even though they weren't shouting, there were still people in the vincity that heard them. He was better than her. She was just a girl, an artisian, with a shop. He was a courtier, of noble blood. Never mind the fact that he was the black sheep of the family. The youngest of 6 children, he hadn't been paid much mind. His four brothers found him as an easy target to pick on with his slim build, and his two sisters found great joy in embarrising him any way possible.
He was also the only one in his family to not yet be married. His four brothers had gotten all of the land, and he was left with this small castle that had almost gone to his sister. It was no wonder he was as evil as he was. It was the only way he knew to survive. Be cruel, and get the rewards.
But he was beginning to tire of this life. He wanted to settle down. He was pushing 50, and was yet heirless. He wanted a child to pass this scrap of land that he owned on to. He wanted a wife to come home to. Besides, a wife might help him improve his status. He shook his head to clear these thoughts from his head. If he got married, it would be out of love, and nothing else.
A/N Again!
Ok, I like doing disclaimers near the end, so , no, I don't own Le Pieu (though I'd love to), but Marie Susan (not named for nothing...figure it out) is mine! All mine! (laughs maniacally, then blows a kiss out to the audience) And also, every "once in a while" (Pun intended, very much so) I get these wonderful little things called reviews, and I'd love to get more! Thank you for getting this far! Hopefully, they'll be more! (more more more)
**
He walked throught the streets of the familiar marketplace, his usual entourage trailing behind him. he browsed through the familiar stands, before he spotted another one, that wasn't there the week before. He dismissed his lackeys with a wave of his hand, and gently adjusting his hat, walked up to the small kiosk. He was pleasantly surprised when the person miding the store was a young, beautiful woman. "May I intrest you in something sir?" She asked, giving him a slight curtsey. He browsed over the table of linens, before he turned his gaze to looking over her.
"Marie, sir. Maire Susan Champlain." She took this oppurtunity to oogle him. he was about the same height as she, and the first thing you noticed was the beard. It was a thin goatee, it had once been blonde, but had thus since gone brown, and had just started to go gray. "Would you like to buy something sir?" she asked politely, never taking her eyes off him.
"Perhaps. Depends on what you have."
"All sorts of linens sir. Perhaps you fancy a new cloak? Or maybe a saddle blanket for your horse? It can all be custom embroidered."
"Custom embroidered you say?"
"Yes sir. Designs, names, monograms, you name it I can probably do it."
"How long will it take to do a monogrammed handkerchief."
"A day sir." His thin eyebrows raised at the short period.
"A day, that's it?"
"Yes sir."
"Well then, I suppose I'll be seeing you tomorrow."
"Um, sir, it might help if you give me what to monogram your handkerchief with. I'm new here and I don't know all of the courtiers yet." He turned back around, his face slightly flushed with embaressment. He had no clue why he was even being somewhat nice to her.
"Pierre. Pierre Le Pieu"
"Thank you sir. You can come by tomorrow to pick it up." He nodded, and left. He rode his horse back to his castle, not bothering to collect the rest of his entourage. As he rode at almost full gallop, he thought about what had just happened.
"I'm going soft." He told himself, smiling slightly. It was true to. Not even Danielle had had this sort of control over him. All he could think about as he rode back to the castle was how beautiful this woman was. She was younger than Danielle too. And the lord knew he needed a young lady around.
**
She sat at the kiosk working on the man's handkerchief. There was something about him. Something different. Something good, inside all of that evilness. He had such an evil air around him. and that scar didn't help at all. No, the thin scar that ran down his cheek made him seem all the more evil.
But he seemed so delectable. In that forbidden fruit sort of way. He was probably happily married, with a nice little clan. But yet, she could swear that he had been flirting with her. "Men will be men" she muttered to herself, and stiched away her thoughts about him.
**
The next morning, he was at the shop bright and early, again, minus his entourage. Marie smiled at him when he walked up to her. "Hello, Mr. Le Pieu, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was, well, is rather." Damn, he was slipping over his own words. She chuckled slightly, and removed a flowing white handkerchief with his intials stiched into it with red thread.
"You never said what color the monogram should be in, so I just picked red."
"Red is fine. How much do I owe you?" He said, pulling out a small change purse.
"One gold franc" He took his time to pull out the franc, and paid her. "Thank you."
"No, thank you." He said. He was shocking himself at how nice he was being. She smiled at him.
"So, Pierre, what brings you to the market anyway? You seem rich enough to have servants to do the shopping for you."
"My servants have no taste." Ah, there was the cruel self that he remembered. She laughed.
"As if you do." She said quietly.
"Mm, what was that?" he said icily.
"Nothing sir."
"Did you just say I had no taste?" He said staring at her.
"You could stand to get a better tailor."
"And might you be able to recommend one?"
"Someone who isn't color blind would be a good start." He couldn't belive what he was hearing. There was this woman, barely even 15, insulting him to his face. His face contorted into a snarl.
"What do you know about fashion, you're just a little girl."
"A little girl with a knack for style." She said, meeting his glare. "And this little girl also has a short temper. So if you're not going to buy anything else I suggest you leave before I have to MAKE you leave." He got the point and left.
**
But even during his ride back to his fort, he couldn't erase the thought of this girl. She had just publicly humililated him. Even though they weren't shouting, there were still people in the vincity that heard them. He was better than her. She was just a girl, an artisian, with a shop. He was a courtier, of noble blood. Never mind the fact that he was the black sheep of the family. The youngest of 6 children, he hadn't been paid much mind. His four brothers found him as an easy target to pick on with his slim build, and his two sisters found great joy in embarrising him any way possible.
He was also the only one in his family to not yet be married. His four brothers had gotten all of the land, and he was left with this small castle that had almost gone to his sister. It was no wonder he was as evil as he was. It was the only way he knew to survive. Be cruel, and get the rewards.
But he was beginning to tire of this life. He wanted to settle down. He was pushing 50, and was yet heirless. He wanted a child to pass this scrap of land that he owned on to. He wanted a wife to come home to. Besides, a wife might help him improve his status. He shook his head to clear these thoughts from his head. If he got married, it would be out of love, and nothing else.
A/N Again!
Ok, I like doing disclaimers near the end, so , no, I don't own Le Pieu (though I'd love to), but Marie Susan (not named for nothing...figure it out) is mine! All mine! (laughs maniacally, then blows a kiss out to the audience) And also, every "once in a while" (Pun intended, very much so) I get these wonderful little things called reviews, and I'd love to get more! Thank you for getting this far! Hopefully, they'll be more! (more more more)