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despite his best efforts to hide, they could still see the rose dusted over the tips of lefou’s ears. a warm chuckle was breathed before stanley leaned down to press a kiss to the color. ❝—- && i would never want you to. ❞ after all, how could they relish in the balladry otherwise ? the appeal of acting as a muse, especially to lefou, was not something they took lightly.