A quick Bossuet because I’m Tired and I needed him
(why won’t tumblr mobile let me create image posts anymore?)
I have some drawings of Les Amis as pigeons and earlier today there was an Incident involving some hot chocolate and a little bit splattered onto the drawings but none of it got on any of the actual pigeons… except Bossuet. This is so in character I can’t even be that upset about it
Bossuet watches infomercials and literally just feels the failure of daily living. He sees someone dramatically being unable to eat out of a bowl without spilling their food all over themselves, and he nods with empathy. Sometimes he tears up because it’s “so relatable, Joly, stop laughing at me”
bossuet has some small waves of luck that go unnoticed by most people, but that are actually how he manages to always stay positive (since he prefers holding on to them and always looking on the bright side of life); like:
whenever he has to leave somewhere to go home and it’s raining the rain gradually stops until it’s 100% over or it’s almost imperceptible and it only starts again when he’s home;
whenever he forgets his wallet home and has to catch the bus he always has the exact amount it will cost him to catch the bus as many times he needs that day in his pockets;
he ALWAYS crosses ways with a dog when he’s mildly upset. ALWAYS;
he finds random, and to most people absolutely worthless, objects on the street (never money) that always have to do with one of his friends so he takes them home to wash them or whatever and give them to his friend as a gift;
when he wants to buy people gifts for birthdays or holidays or anything he always finds the perfect thing very quickly (and a few times it was the last one in store!!)
Bossuet has an impressive collection of beanies. He needs to protect his lovely bald head, doctor’s order! What would he do if his precious wits started to freeze, eh?
Bossuet and Musichetta each hold one of Joly’s hands when they walk outside, because Joly doesn’t have the best blood flow in his fingers and gets cold quickly. It’s also very cute.
They also hold hands in case of black ice. At least if one of them falls, they’ll either be held back or share the embarrassment. That’s what love is all about.
Each of them has a favourite tea when cold temperatures hit. Musichetta like her brew with kick, so ginger and lemon keep her warm. Joly is a jasmine green tea kind of man. Bossuet hoards boxes of orange cinnamon black tea by the dozen.
Joly loves the snow, but he doesn’t want to catch a cold outside. Plus he doesn’t manage well with his leg in the snow. So Musichetta bought him a snow globe for him to have snow all year long. And Bossuet take him on sleigh hikes when they go in the country, pulling the sleigh along the path with Joly in it.
The lower the temperature gets, the more stylish Musichetta becomes. She has a whole collection of pretty jumpers that Joly and Bossuet “borrow” to keep themselves warm and cosy
They offer each other pairs and pairs of fuzzy socks thoughout winter because a) Bossuet keeps losing or tearing them b) Joly collects them
Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed
in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty
he was bald. His father had ended by owning a house and a field; but he,
the son, had made haste to lose that house and field in a bad
speculation. He had nothing left. He possessed knowledge and wit, but
all he did miscarried. Everything failed him and everybody deceived him;
what he was building tumbled down on top of him. If he were splitting
wood, he cut off a finger. If he had a mistress, he speedily discovered
that he had a friend also. Some misfortune happened to him every moment,
hence his joviality. He said: “I live under falling tiles.” He was not
easily astonished, because, for him, an accident was what he had
foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of
fate, like a person who is listening to pleasantries. He was poor, but
his fund of good humor was inexhaustible. He soon reached his last sou,
never his last burst of laughter. When adversity entered his doors, he
saluted this old acquaintance cordially, he tapped all catastrophes on
the stomach; he was familiar with fatality to the point of calling it by
its nickname: “Good day, Guignon,” he said to it.
A Christmas present in marker and pencil for my wife, whose fund of good humor is likewise inexhaustible, due in large part perhaps to living with a stumbling buffoon. For the record, I injured three fingers and a palm while working on this, and was very careful to LAUGH VERY LOUDLY each time, for thematic effect.
I this and I love you and I blame you for me never drawing backgrounds worth a darn,look at that, you have obviously taken all the Background Drawing Energy in the household forever<3
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