piarles for 19 (kiss prompts)!!🥰
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piarles + 19 (for luck)
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“Kiss me.”
Pierre nearly drops his water bottle.
For a moment, Pierre thinks that he misheard Charles (and the conflicting feelings that roil in his gut at that thought is not something he’s ready to deal with), but when he looks over at his friend and sees the determination in his eyes, Pierre knows for sure that he heard correctly.
They were walking back to the paddock after the driver’s parade, still in the midst of a huge crowd, when Charles asked that question. Pierre doesn’t think that anyone heard them, but he’s not about to take any chances. He pulls Charles to the nearest porta-potty, squeezes them both in, and locks the door behind him.
He turns back to Charles, who still has that same firm, resolute on his face, and asks flatly, “What.”
“Kiss me,” Charles repeats, as if that’s supposed to answer everything.
Except it does, especially when it takes Pierre back to the days of when they were no longer boys but not quite men yet, to when Charles made much the same request as he does now. Charles had been anxious about kissing a girl he liked, mostly because of his inexperience, and asked Pierre to show him the ropes. Pierre had agreed to it then, and with sinking feeling he realizes that he’s probably going to agree to it again now.
But he’s not as young and foolish as he used to be. He’s older certainly, and perhaps not all that much wiser, but he knows well enough to not rush headlong into this, so instead he asks, “Why?”
That simple question is enough to make Charles falter. His determined gaze breaks and he scratches the back of his neck.
“For luck,” Charles mumbles.
Pierre keeps silent, still staring blankly at his friend, so Charles presses on. “Charlotte used to kiss me good luck before races, but she’s not here anymore so…”
So you expect me to replace her? Pierre stamps down the idea before he could even entertain the thought of voicing it. All Charles is looking for here is a good luck kiss, not a proper replacement for Charlotte, he wouldn’t even be looking at Pierre for that.
A part of Pierre wonders why now, Charles and Charlotte had broken up at the end of last year and they were already a handful of races into the season, but then it comes to him in a flash. They’re in Monaco. Here, of all places, Charles needs luck more than ever.
For someone who claims that he isn’t particularly religious, Charles puts a lot of stock in his own personal superstitions, even if he would never admit it. Pierre gets it though, you need to put your faith in something when you’re hurtling forward at speeds not meant for the common man.
For a moment, Pierre considers declining. They have a good thing going on between them now, and one kiss could ruin all of that even if Charles doesn’t realize it. But something about how anxious Charles looks now, how he’s on the verge of taking his words back, how it’s Monaco of all places compels Pierre before he can even stop himself.
“Okay.”
Charles’ brows rises to his hairline. “Okay?”
Pierre nods. “Okay.”
It’s not much of a kiss. It’s a quick peck more than anything, but it’s enough to send Pierre hurtling back to the days when things were much simpler between, when they were just two boys chasing the same dream, when Pierre could love Charles as freely as he wants to before he realized the true depths of what that means. They’re older now, and they’ve faced their fair share of trials and tribulations that have changed them irrevocably, but Charles still tastes the same as he did all those years ago.
“Good luck,” Pierre whispers after they break apart.
“Thank you,” Charles replies, and exits the porta-potty.
Pierre waits for a minute or two before he leaves on his own. He has a race to get ready for.
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Charles stands at the top podium of Monaco for the first time in his career.
Pierre’s heart clenches at the sight, out of pride, out of love, out of enough melancholy to make him look away. He can still taste Charles’ lips on his own.
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They don’t talk about it afterwards.
They celebrated, they partied, they got drunk, and then they go their separate ways to prepare for the next race. They text and call each other as usual, but the kiss was never brought up.
Pierre thinks it’s for the best. He’s not sure what Charles thinks of it, but Pierre isn’t ready to confront what that kiss meant to him. Perhaps it’s for the best that they both pretend it never happened and move on as normal. Charles is a serial monogamist, he’ll find another girlfriend soon who can give him his good luck kisses.
But on the day of the next race, Charles pulls him into a secluded spot behind the hospitalities and says, “Kiss me again.”
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Chapter 9: The Truth
5th of Eighthmoon, 1016 AG, Castle Guardia
Oren Stormward-Guardia could honestly care less that he was the prince of the kingdom. At ten years old, he was more interested in learning about the world and how it worked. That curiosity led him to question everything constantly.
He had always been a curious kid and there were plenty of things his parents and their friends, the Ashtears, would give answers for when he asked. Like how the Ashtears weren’t really related to his parents but since neither of his parents had brothers or sisters, they were like family. The adults would gladly tell him how the seasons and the moon worked, how birds could fly or what was in the ocean.
However, there were things the adults kept secret. Things that didn’t make sense to Oren.
It all started a year ago. One day, his Aunt Lucca and cousin Zarya came to the castle after his Uncle Janus had finished teaching his sister Liz and him. The next thing Oren knew, there were all sorts of strict rules about when he and Liz could move freely about their own home.
During the past year, he had asked why couldn’t he and Liz leave the castle without guards to see Granny Gina. Why did they need permission to walk around their own home unsupervised? Everyone claimed Guardia was a peaceful and safe land. He assumed the same should be said of their home as well.
It didn’t take Oren long to notice a pattern. During the first few weeks of the new rules, he noticed that unless Uncle Janus paid a visit to the castle, he and Liz had to have guards nearby and no one left the castle.
So he would ask why this was so and all he was told was that he shouldn’t and didn’t need to worry about it.
While Liz was unbothered with the routine and spent her free time practicing swordplay with their father and learning about how to be a leader from their mother, Oren was silently dissatisfied and preferred other activities.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like spending time with his parents, Oren could be just as good with a sword as his sister but the fear he might hurt someone kept him from aspiring beyond the basics. As far as learning about politics went, he knew his sister was first in line to the throne so he saw no need to learn about a job he didn’t think he would have.
So he spent his days in the library or his room reading all sorts of history and science books until that became boring. Then he would sneak out to explore the castle. He sometimes wondered if his parents knew about the secret passages or not. Or that the old locks were easy to undo with a bent wire and a nail.
While it was fun to explore the secret passages, his favorite days were when Aunt Lucca and her daughter Zarya came to visit.
Aunt Lucca would gladly tell him about her inventions and how they worked while Zarya was always happy to sit nearby and color or read. Oren didn’t fully understand why Zarya was different from other kids and didn’t always want to play with him or Liz but he knew in her own way Zarya looked up to him and enjoyed his company.
“She says your name all the time at home,” his aunt once told him. “She wants to visit you and Liz nearly every day.”
One day, when Oren was picking out a book in the library to take back to his room, Lucca appeared at the door and asked if he could hang out with Zarya for just a few minutes while she talked to his parents down the hall.
“Yeah sure, no problem,” he replied.
“Listen to Oren, okay?” Lucca said to Zarya who was flapping her hands close to her body and humming loudly.
“Oookay!” Zarya replied in a sing-song cadence to her voice.
Lucca smiled at the two and departed. Zarya ran over and hugged Oren so suddenly that he almost fell over. Zarya always greeted everyone with a hug. Oren didn’t always mind it but Zarya was stronger than she looked and it was getting kind of awkward to be hugged by her as the both of them got older.
“Hey, Zarya.”
Zarya made a happy sort of sound. It wasn’t quite a hum or a squeal but the beaming smiling on her face and her giggles told Oren she was in a good mood. He smiled at her and started to take his book over to a table as she turned her attention to the patchwork shoulder-bag covered in stars that she had slung over her side.
“I waaant… Oren to read?” Zarya asked after a moment. Oren looked up as she shoved an old book at him. “Read please??”
“What’s this?” Oren took the worn-out book into his hands and opened it. The pages were almost falling out and filled with incredibly detailed drawings that almost looked like photographs.
There was a drawing of a cat that had a strong resemblance to Zarya’s cat except the patch of darker fur was on the other side of its face. There was a drawing of a royal-looking family in extravagant clothes that Oren had never seen before and they looked an awful lot like Zarya’s dad… There was also a map to an unknown building on one page.
Oren turned the pages and saw drawings of his mom and dad when they were young and Zarya’s mom, Aunt Lucca. Another page had a robot not unlike that old machine Aunt Lucca had in storage. There were also drawings of a woman dressed in scraps of leather and furs and there were drawings of his ancestor, Sir Glenn, so detailed that it was as if the artist had seen them in person as opposed to the paintings he had seen.
There were also strange symbols and what looked like writing but certainly not in an alphabet Oren knew. One symbol stood out to him, he had seen it on some strange boxes that he couldn’t open down in the treasury, buried deep behind some crates.
“Daddy’s book.” Zarya suddenly declared.
Oren looked at the book, alarmed. Zarya had a slight habit of taking things that didn’t belong to her without asking. Usually it was something minor like snacks or a wooden decoration from the living room. He looked at Zarya, then back at the book, and asked, “Wait, does Uncle Janus know you have this?”
“Read daddy’s book?” Zarya chimed hopefully.
“I can’t read this, Zarya,” Oren replied. He looked at her earnestly and asked, “Does your dad know you have this?”
Zarya looked down at her dress and fiddled with the pockets. “Have this.”
Oren knew it would be faster just to give the book to Zarya’s parents than press her further on the matter. He sighed and asked Zarya to go with him to talk to her mom and dad.
As he went to close the book, Oren noticed something sticking out of the pages. It wasn’t the same paper as the rest of the book so he opened the page again and saw a photograph. Just like the drawings within the sketchbook, Oren saw his parents In their youth standing beside Zarya’s parents, and there was also the robot and the woman dressed in leathers and furs. She had black drawings on her arm and leg. Sitting down on a stump next to the strange woman was the man from the drawings that looked a lot like his ancestor Sir Glenn. The man was holding the Masamune in his right hand and his left arm looked like it was made of metal.
“What the…”
Oren’s thoughts were interrupted by Zarya making a grab for the book.
“Zarya!”
Oren quickly shut the sketchbook and kept the delicate object out of her reach. “I know you want me to read this, but let’s ask your mom and dad first.”
Oren understood that Zarya was different from other kids. She had a harder time controlling herself and harder time staying calm. Nonetheless, it always caught him off guard when she would let out a loud scream and start crying.
“No, Zarya! You can’t grab books like that! Stop! We need to ask your dad first!” Oren shouted over Zarya’s wailing and her demands that he give back the book. As he moved repeatedly to keep the sketchbook out of Zarya’s hands, a familiar voice called out.
“What is going on in here?”
It was Lucca. She came into the library and hurried over to Zarya who was still crying and trying to grab the book from Oren.
“Zarya. Breathe, sweetie,” Lucca said firmly. She calmly soothed Zarya for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Oren took the opportunity to look at the photograph and drawings some more. He had many questions and, much like his mother, was not afraid to speak his mind.
“Aunt Lucca?” he asked as Zarya finally calmed down in her mother’s embrace. He closed the book and offered it as Lucca turned to acknowledge him. “Why does Uncle Janus have a photo of all of you with a guy who looks like Sir Glenn and some lady in a weird outfit? And when did you build that robot and where is it?”
Lucca looked speechless as she accepted the book from Oren. Oren couldn’t recall her ever looking so shocked in his life but here he stood with his aunt staring at him like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.
“Oren… The answer is kind of complicated,” she finally replied.
“Daddy’s book?” Zarya whimpered.
Lucca looked at Zarya and frowned.
“Zarya Meiri Ashtear,” she scolded. “We do not take things without asking.”
“Sorry,” Zarya sighed. She didn’t sound sincere but Lucca and Oren knew Zarya well enough to know she really meant her apology.
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Meanwhile, Crono and Marle decided that they couldn’t wait for Lucca to come back to tell Janus that they had been considering that they needed to ease up on the constant searching for Mystics. They had been considering the situation for some time and had wondered how to approach him about it. Janus, as expected, became agitated at the notion of changing a routine.
“It’s been a year and nothing,” Marle noted. “We can’t have you stressing yourself out like this.”
“But-“
“Janus, we know you don’t want anything to happen to us or your family. We don’t want anything to happen either,” Crono interjected. “But we think it’s clear that the Mystics aren’t going to try anything after what happened… We aren’t saying stop what you’re doing but maybe do it less.”
Janus frowned. He didn’t like the fact that Crono and Marle were suddenly considering that he should stop checking for infiltrators on a near daily basis. He had gotten better about focusing his magic to detect auras without triggering migraines as often as he used to. He has gotten used to the routine. He pulled at his sleeves and sighed heavily. Just as he was about to protest further, Janus heard Lucca outside the room telling Oren and Zarya to stay outside and wait.
Lucca hurried into the room and shut the door behind her. “Janus. Zarya found your sketchbook. The one you came back with.”
“What?! I had that on the top of the bookshelf in our bedroom out of sight,” Janus exclaimed. “When did she-“
“That’s beside the point,” Lucca interrupted, handing the book to Janus. “She gave it to Oren and he’s seen the drawings and the photo. He asked me about them… I didn’t want to lie but I didn’t tell him anything either.”
The room fell silent as Lucca's words hit Crono, Marle and Janus. Years of avoiding their tale was over. There was no way to properly lie about the drawings or the photo and Crono and Marle knew their son well enough that he wouldn’t let the matter rest. It wasn’t that they never intended to tell their children of their adventures, but they knew a lot of what they had done were not things young children should hear stories of.
“We need to tell them something,” Marle sighed. “Not everything but something.”
Crono nodded and looked towards Lucca. “Tell Oren to get Liz and come back here.”
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Oren and Liz sat across the table from their parents. It strangely felt like roles had been reversed. Their parents looked ashamed as they sat there and looked for the words to explain the photograph Oren had discovered. The photo now sat on the table between Oren and his parents. Lucca and Janus stood nearby with Zarya.
“The simple answer is… that is Sir Glenn,” Crono finally said. “The woman was named Ayla and the robot…. was not made by Lucca. His name was Robo and he was from the future.”
“What?!” Liz shouted incredulously. “How did you meet Sir Glenn?! He’s been dead for four hundred years! And how did you meet a robot from the future?!”
“Time travel,” Janus replied flatly.
“We wanted to tell you kids so many times about Glenn and the others but we didn’t know what to say,” Crono sighed as his children stared at Janus in disbelief. “Even after all these years, we barely understand how it all worked.”
“I still don’t get why you didn't tell us any of this,” said Oren.
“Because you’re too young… we were too young,” Janus replied.
“What your uncle means is… we saw and dealt with things no kid should ever see or do,” Marle explained. “All we can tell you right now is we were briefly able to time travel and met your ancestors and made some dear friends in the distant past and distant future but everyone had to return to their own times and we have no way of visiting them now.”
Oren and Liz considered this newfound knowledge. Oren looked at his uncle and remembered the drawings. The king and queen in fancy clothes he didn’t recognize from any history book. The other lady, maybe a princess, dressed the same style as them. The fact Janus looked far too much like that king for it to be coincidence.
“Uncle Janus?”
“Yes Oren?” Janus was looking down at Zarya who was leaning against him and humming to herself.
“I saw the drawings in that book of people that look like you… Are you a prince or something?”
“Daddy’s a prince!” Zarya shouted happily.
“No, I’m not a prince,” Janus said to Zarya. Looking sternly toward Oren, he added, “I do not want to talk about It right now. Do you understand?”
Oren nodded. He noticed his parents glance back quickly at Janus before returning their gaze to him and Liz.
“Why did you guys time-travel?” Liz asked. “Wouldn’t that mess up history? Or did you already do that and-”
“Why don’t we talk about that later?” Marle interjected. “The whole story is long and complicated and I don’t think your aunt and uncle really want us to discuss this in front of Zarya.”
“Your mother is right,” Lucca sighed. “Maybe we should take Zarya home and come back tomorrow.”
Oren nodded. He and Liz said goodbye to Janus, Lucca and Zarya as the Ashtears departed the room. Moments later, they could hear Zarya loudly protesting their departure, asking to stay and visit, followed by her parents firmly stating they were going home. Zarya let out a cry of distressed acceptance that she was going home.
Crono buried his face in his hands and let out a heavy, groaning sigh.
“Am I in trouble, dad?” Oren asked quietly.
“Trouble? No, god no,” Crono said, looking up at him. “All you did was ask some questions we weren’t really ready to answer. The whole thing… It’s a sensitive topic to your aunt and uncle.”
Marle prodded him in the shoulder and smirked. “Don’t deny it was hard on us too.”
She looked at Oren and Liz and smiled. “You are both young, a lot younger than we were when we discovered we had the means to travel through time… but you are both very smart and mature. We’ll tell you what we’re comfortable sharing but understand there are some things we simply aren’t ready to tell you.”
Oren nodded. He and Liz sat there as their father told them of what happened during the kingdom’s Millennial Fair, the day he met their mother.
Liz and Oren listened intently although they could barely believe the story as their parents talked of discovering the future was going to be destroyed by a massive monster called Lavos and that was their motivation to go on such an adventure. To save the future of the world.
While their parents avoided the finer details, Oren and Liz listened as Crono and Marle took turns telling the story of how they traveled through time with Lucca and Janus, meeting Glenn, Robo and Ayla. They told Oren and Liz about the End of Time and Spekkio who taught them how to use magic so they could fight and protect the planet, omitting the fact to Liz and Oren that they had inherited that ability.
“In the end, we fought Lavos and won against all odds,” Marle concluded. “After the battle, Ayla and Glenn returned to their times to ensure history would continue on.”
“But what about Robo?” asked Oren. “What happened to him?”
Crono and Marle exchanged glances before Crono admitted that Robo returned to the future, despite the risk that he might cease to exist. They didn’t know what happened to him after he walked through the Gate before the Gates closed for good.
“Maybe someday we can see them again but it’s not likely,” Crono noted. “Your aunt has tried for years to rebuild the Epoch, the machine that helped us time travel when the Gates weren’t feasible.”
“Why hasn’t she finished building it yet?” Oren asked, his curiosity hungry for more. His parents were smart but there was no doubt to Oren that Lucca was the dictionary definition of a genius. If anyone could build a time machine, it would be her.
“A lot of things have occupied her time over the years,” Marle replied. “You’ll understand when you’re older. For now, why don’t you and your sister go have some fun. We’ll talk more later.”
Oren and Liz nodded and left their parents’ study. Once their children were out of the room, Crono sighed and said, “I’m surprised they didn’t ask if they have magic too.”
“If we tell them, they’ll probably want to learn some spells,” Marle remarked. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that conversation quite yet.”
Crono nodded. He knew that conversation was probably going to be happening sooner than later. A part of him hoped it wouldn’t come up at all but Crono knew that life couldn’t be that easy.
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James Bond Rolex watch auctioned for $60,000
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“Dr. No”, The Legendary James Bond Rolex 6538 Auctioned At Worthy For $60,000
By Worthy Staff | Mar 11th, 2016
If there’s one iconic 007 watch, it’s the Rolex Submariner 6538. This model has a special place in Rolex history as the original “Bond Submariner” watch. Though several other Submariner versions, including references 5508 and 6205, have also received the nickname, the 6538 is said to be the original Submariner to be featured in James Bond films.
Lights, Camera, Auction!
A vintage Rolex Submariner 6538 was recently sold at Worthy; and as the story goes, it was on the set of some of the most emblematic James Bond movies. The Rolex 6538, produced between 1954 and 1959, this classic timepiece, we’ve heard, appeared in “Dr. No”, “From Russia with Love”, “Goldfinger” and “Thunderball”. In each film, actor Sean Connery wears the Submariner with several different strap combinations and utilizes it to achieve his mission. Perhaps the most iconic shot of Connery wearing the Rolex watch is in the film “Goldfinger” where he illuminates the watch’s dial with his lighter.
The “Goldfinger” James Bond Rolex
The Rolex Submariner 6538 seen in “Goldfinger” can be seen during the first few minutes of the move, just after Sean Connery wiggles out of his wetsuit and steps into the Latin nightclub. If you’ve seen the movie, then you know that Bond was surreptitiously checking the time, as he has just set a bomb to blow up a concealed heroin laboratory.
Back to the Goldfinger Rolex for a moment. This watch is crafted from a solid block of 904L stainless steel, which is the perfect material for a dive watch that takes you from underwater situations into sultry nightclubs. This particular type of stainless steel is corrosion-resistant, plus it buffs to a soft shine that offers a look similar to that of white gold. The bezel features 10-minute markings for divers to time their decompression stops; for the non-diving Rolex Submariner aficionados, it just looks cool!
Sean Connery as James Bond in “Goldfinger” (1964). In this scene, he illuminates the Rolex Submariner with his lighter.
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That scene brings us to the next twist in the story of this watch. The watch collector who presented this Rolex to us also offered an accompanying vintage lighter – a gift to Robert Sprague, Member of the American Society of Master Projectionists, from Albert “Cubby” Broccoli, the well-known the producer of many 007 films. The other names inscripted in the lighter correspond to Lamar Boren, underwater cameraman, Ricou Browning, underwater director, and Jordan Klein, underwater engineer, all of them members of the 1965 “Thunderball” crew.* This lighter is a wonderful piece of Bond history and if any interested buyers are out there, contact us at Worthy to learn more.
Vintage lighter that Albert Broccoli, one of the producers of the 007 films, gave to part of “Thunderball” crew as a gift.
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Ian Fleming & Rolex
It might not surprise you to discover that author Ian Fleming, who wrote the original James Bond spy novels, had a deep-seated passion for Rolex. His personal favorite was a Rolex 1016 Explorer, which also happened to be the original James Bond watch. The Rolex 1016 is no longer in production, but you can view Ian Fleming’s famous Rolex online, and you can see it at the National Watch 7 Clock museum in Columbia, Pennsylvania, where it is displayed alongside some of Fleming’s personal letters.
As you may have guessed, Ian Fleming’s appreciation for Rolex watches overlapped from his personal life into the Bond stories that he wrote. In the original novels, James Bond wears a Rolex Oyster Perpetual, but other details provided are scanty, leaving it up to the reader to decide which actual Rolex the literary Bond wears. The 007 movies fill in the gaps, leaving us with a sense of excitement when we encounter the actual watch worn in the film.
The Original “Bond Submariner”
One of the most prominent and recognizable features of Submariner 6538 is its over-sized crown and lack of crown guards. This “big crown” certainly distinguishes this timepiece from other models in the Submariner family and is a feature collectors look for. This Rolex utilizes a caliber 1030 nickel-finished lever 25 jewels movement. The brown or black gloss dial prominently features luminous dot, baton and dagger markers as well as luminous Mercedes hands and sweep center seconds. The dial and case are topped with a revolving black bezel calibrated for 60 units.
Rolex Submariner 6538 recently auctioned at Worthy for $60,000.
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Despite this model being designated as the “Bond Submariner,” it is more than a movie prop. Rather, it was made in the spirit of the Submariner family with divers or other water adventurers in mind. The 38 mm tonneau shaped Oyster case features a screw back and large screw down crown, giving it the ability to resist water pressure up to an impressive depth of 200 meters or 660 feet.
No wonder why this stellar Rolex attracted more than 700 buyers. This vintage piece was sold for $60,000.
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https://www.worthy.com/blog/knowledge-center/watches/james-bond-rolex-auctioned-at-worthy/
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