Fall from Innocence

by CharlRhodes

Francis and Arthur are made for each other. Fascinated by eighteenth century literature, smarts, cynical, they are sure they don't belong in this time. And especially a burning desire to assert their omnipotence. So what better to become the Vicomte de Valmont and the Marquise de Merteuil? Some rules, many prey maximum trophies. They are masters of a cruel and dangerous game.

31. Letter 29

Letter 29

Francis to Arthur

In Paris

Forgive me, my dear. I admit that the trophy was worth its wait. At Saint-Cyr time flies and seems very long. I lost my temper. Apologies, let's talk about other things.

You still have not found me a prey, so I self-appointed one. Blonde, colonel daughter. No let me tell you before you object. First, she is pretty, then she is close and it is a significant quality in my situation - I am punished this weekend, a vague story of passing on left of a statue, I'll tell you later. Resident like me, a park between her building and mine. You imagine that it is strictly forbidden to approach, which will give more spice to our story. Give it to me, please. I still do not know her name. I suggest you to come next Saturday to see by yourself the obstacles that keep her away from me. We will walk under the oaks, you will see my room you will meet my stupid friends. Say yes, your letters and our calls are no longer sufficient to reach the need that I have to see you, to touch the fabric of your clothes, smell your perfume. Adieu mon ami.

From Saint-Cyr, October 7 19**