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[May 20] [This is the Hour] Besotted
Title: Besotted
Day/Theme: May 20, 2010 "Because I dream of her too often"
Series: This is the Hour
Character/Pairing: Francisco/Cayetana, Augustin, Josefa
Rating: PG
Because she wore too heavily on his mind, Francisco though this would be as good a time as any to tear himself away from Cayetana, if only for a week (or perhaps less, if she were to invite him back? Certainly he was not the type of man to turn down a lady's -his lady's- invitation). He had dreamed about her for so long. Her black hair like the sky at night, her white skin like the breast of a dove. The closer he had drawn to her, the crazier he had felt, until now, when finally they were together. He didn't miss Pepa in the least. He felt as though he had fallen into a dream. A very dark and stylish dream. A Velazquez.
He would spend this time with Josefa and his children. Just because he enjoyed the company of other women, Cayetana first and foremost among them, didn't mean he didn't like being at home with his family every once in a while. They brought him a different sort of fulfillment than his high-society connections. Of course, lying in bed that night, he found that this so-called "fulfillment" was short-lived. Francisco wasn't suited to the simple life. He needed to be surrounded by high-minded thinkers, landed nobles, and gorgeous women to stimulate his heart and imagination. So he went out of his home again (just as Josefa had expected he would- shaking her head and reserving her fondest affections for their children). But he had to break the stranglehold Cayetana had him in.
He went to his studio to work, heating himself up to a frothy lather in passionate discourse with Augustin. Augustin relished such moments with Francisco, when he was proud and political and stretching the limits of his art. This Francisco, inspired and active, was a better man than the duchess-besotted, skirt-chasing Francisco he all too often was forced to put up with. Augustin smiled secretly with his face turned toward the painting he was finishing up. Even this horse's rear was a task he could take to with pride if asked to take it by his master when he acted as the sort of man he admired.
Francisco, on the other hand, could not truly find any task he felt so worth doing. He despaired at what a weak and pathetic man he had become when he tossed aside the crutch of Cayetana and her adoration. He was nothing if he did not dream of her. Only the love of some fantasy woman could sustain him, and of them all, none was to him like Cayetana. He put down his brush and while Augustin's back was turning, he left the studio.
Day/Theme: May 20, 2010 "Because I dream of her too often"
Series: This is the Hour
Character/Pairing: Francisco/Cayetana, Augustin, Josefa
Rating: PG
Because she wore too heavily on his mind, Francisco though this would be as good a time as any to tear himself away from Cayetana, if only for a week (or perhaps less, if she were to invite him back? Certainly he was not the type of man to turn down a lady's -his lady's- invitation). He had dreamed about her for so long. Her black hair like the sky at night, her white skin like the breast of a dove. The closer he had drawn to her, the crazier he had felt, until now, when finally they were together. He didn't miss Pepa in the least. He felt as though he had fallen into a dream. A very dark and stylish dream. A Velazquez.
He would spend this time with Josefa and his children. Just because he enjoyed the company of other women, Cayetana first and foremost among them, didn't mean he didn't like being at home with his family every once in a while. They brought him a different sort of fulfillment than his high-society connections. Of course, lying in bed that night, he found that this so-called "fulfillment" was short-lived. Francisco wasn't suited to the simple life. He needed to be surrounded by high-minded thinkers, landed nobles, and gorgeous women to stimulate his heart and imagination. So he went out of his home again (just as Josefa had expected he would- shaking her head and reserving her fondest affections for their children). But he had to break the stranglehold Cayetana had him in.
He went to his studio to work, heating himself up to a frothy lather in passionate discourse with Augustin. Augustin relished such moments with Francisco, when he was proud and political and stretching the limits of his art. This Francisco, inspired and active, was a better man than the duchess-besotted, skirt-chasing Francisco he all too often was forced to put up with. Augustin smiled secretly with his face turned toward the painting he was finishing up. Even this horse's rear was a task he could take to with pride if asked to take it by his master when he acted as the sort of man he admired.
Francisco, on the other hand, could not truly find any task he felt so worth doing. He despaired at what a weak and pathetic man he had become when he tossed aside the crutch of Cayetana and her adoration. He was nothing if he did not dream of her. Only the love of some fantasy woman could sustain him, and of them all, none was to him like Cayetana. He put down his brush and while Augustin's back was turning, he left the studio.