Relaxing Maybe{Alex!}

[chantal]

When she rolled out of bed in the early morning hours Chantal could somehow tell this was going to be a good day. She never slept in. But that was Chantal for you. She sighed as she stretched before getting her clothes on for the day. As she was getting ready Chantal was wondering what to do before the other Romans got up. Then she thought of her brother, Alex, and she couldn’t help but to grin. She wondered if the boy was up. Well, he was going to get a rude awakening if he was still sleeping. There was no doubt these two were siblings. Chantal was the role model for him. A mother and a sister wrapped up in one and sometimes it got a bit overwhelmed. She was only three years old when Alex was born. Their parents were never around so she brought it upon herself to see that Alex got what she didn’t have. He came first. He always came first. Even if they were in danger she would risk her life to save him. Her number one dream. Nightmare. She had dreamed about it several nights now. Always the same set up but different scenarios. Last night, for example, she had dreamt that she had lost him in a drowning accident back home in France. Probably one of the reasons why she does not sleep as often as she should.

I suppose I should see someone about this, she thought to herself, running her fingers through her blonde hair. Chantal shook her head. They would think that I’m insane. That is the least thing I want right now. She bit down on her lower lip, smoothing out the black tank top before putting on a crinkled ruffled purple short sleeve. A pair of blue jeans went on followed by tan boots. She looked at herself in a mirror while continuing to run her fingers through her hair, idly wondering what she would do with it. Nah, it would be too much of a hassle, Chantal thought, deciding that she would leave it down just for the day. Now where did I leave my sword? She glanced around. The number one weapon that she would preferred is the sword. Chantal had tried so many weapons when she had first gotten here. The dagger, the bow and arrows, you name it. Every weapon they would allow her to try before she decided to settle on her sword. Now she would not go anywhere without it. She raised an eyebrow as she spotted it in a closet. How in Jupiter’s name....Chantal wondered how it had gotten there in the first place. She shook her head with an amused expression on her face as she clipped the sword to her belt. After a last glance around the bunk she walked out, closing the door with a gentle snap behind her.

As she walked to visit Alex, Chantal’s mind wondered back to her childhood. Granted she did not actually have a childhood. That part was mainly due to her parents. There was a small frown on her face. Always, in the back of her mind, did she wonder if Alain had abused Catherine. She never really brought it up with Alex. She refused to bring herself to talk about it, fearing what he would say. Chantal would always keep that part closed off from him. The last thing she wanted was for him to worry. Especially since it has been a while the two siblings had seen their mother. The last time they had seen their father was when he flat out refused to take care of his family anymore. And that sent them to pack. Moving from France to a small apartment in Oregon. They were expected to speak English and English only. Chantal thought her mother was a hypocrite because Catherine refused to speak English. She sighed softly to herself, running a hand through her hair. There was a troubled look on her face as she tried to ignore a certain nagging voice in the back of her mind. It was always there when she thought back to her parents. Chantal growled softly as she shook her head. I am not sure if he actually did abuse her or not, she thought to herself as she walked over to the boys’ building and started her search for Alex.

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[alexandre]

I CAN'T WIN I CAN'T REIGN I WILL NEVER WIN THIS GAME WITHOUT YOU WITHOUT YOU
I AM LOST I AM VAIN I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME WITHOUT YOU

Alex, for the life of him, could not wake up early. He was someone that went to bed early, and woke up late. He loved sleeping. He didn't dream much, and if he did it was usually inconsequential garble, and things that he either didn't remember or didn't understand. Then there were those once-every-five-years dreams that he had which were of France, of the vineyard, of one of his favorite memories ... it came, and just as fast as it came, it slipped through his fingers. He remembered because he had made the effort to, but he didn't remember everything because he had been way too young. At nineteen, really, he'd put aside memories of the past and his dreams and everything else that wasn't realistic enough to make Chantal happy. She wanted him to be something, she wanted him to be successful and able to make his way in the world, even if it was something simple. He didn't know if he was going to settle down in New Rome when his time with the Twelfth Legion was done. He didn't know if he was staying in California, or if he was going somewhere else. He wanted to travel, he wanted the two of them to go back to France, he wanted them to go back to where they had partially grown up and the place that they had loved so much. Chantal, though, being the practical daughter of Mercury that she was, probably wouldn't ever go for something that crazy - he knew.

He didn't actually want to get out of bed today. He was sure it was a fine morning outside, but really, he was quite comfortable under the covers, his head resting against his pillow, and him half-asleep where everything felt warm and squishy, even if it wasn't. Not that that mattered, when most were in the middle of this dreamy state of awakeness. If he was being perfectly honest, he would've stayed like this for a lifetime. The doziness that the barrack seemed to radiate was getting to him - it seemed that everyone was sleeping in the first boys barrack in the first cohort. He guessed that the "pride of Camp Jupiter" were hiding from the Greeks. He didn't care either way, but he found it funny that certain people either hated the Greeks, or wanted to avoid them at all costs. Really, how much damage could they do? One stamp of the Romans' feet and really, they'd all be taken down. He wasn't worried in the least.

He'd be laying there for a while - he just knew it. He heard the other boys start to get up around him, groaning and muttering to themselves, pulling on clothes and doing whatever else they needed to do, or preparing to head to the baths. Mmm...bed, or bath? Alex couldn't decide, and figured he'd just lay there until he decided he wanted to move. He didn't really have anything planned for today except for training. He was probably going to go into New Rome at some point in the day, to see Zoey. Maybe he could go bother some of his other friends, and irritate some of the kids in the fourth cohort that he found fun to tease - they'd called him ugly, so now he just bothered them when he had nothing better to do. He could probably also go find Chantal at one point, and bug her into entertaining him. Nothing was ever boring when the two Lefebvre siblings were together, especially since one was a curious daughter of Mercury and the other was a go-with-the-flow son of Venus. It was how he'd always managed to get himself into trouble, even if he wasn't even trying. He'd do what the majority did - it was easier, usually the most fun or entertaining option. Not only that, but Alex had never been the killjoy of any group. He found it pretty lame, actually, those people that didn't go along with things or disagreed just to be different or stand apart. He sighed, and blearily rolled onto his side, pushing away any heavy thought in favor of the comfortable warmth of his bed and the blissfulness that sleep brought.


TAGGED ?! chantal
WORD COUNT ?! seven thirty one
MUSE ?! could be better, could be worse.
NOTES ?! nothing to say~
CREDITS ?! credit to ``AC. of caution two point oh for the graphics. credit to david guetta & usher with their amazing song without you for the lyrics.