le louvre es magnifique {Emmi

[tatum samson le chance]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpw9748AmQ1r1o5r4o1_500.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 180px 180px 180px 180px; -webkit-border-radius: 180px 180px 180px 180px; border: solid #80461B 3px; width: 400px; height: 300px;] we rowdy SHOUTS TO ALL MY LOST BOYS Tate walked the few blocks from his home, the one he shared with Ella, to the center of excitement today, le louvre. Tate loved to walk, it was healthy and it let him feel the cold Paris wind. If there was one thing, one sense that he embraced, it would be his sense of touch. The feeling of the wind nipping at his face, it running through his short red hair. It was all nice to the boy, he would almost consider it better than his hearing, but you all know what they say, you can never miss something you never had. A smile spread across his face as he reached his destination. Today was packed, everywhere he looked there were numerous people and children. He didn’t mind that there were so many people. He wasn’t really there to look at the art. He and a really great friend of his were meeting up and going to chat on the benches outside for a while. If Emmi wanted to go inside, they would. He was that much of a gentleman. Tate’s family was well off, he had money to spare. And Emmi was important to him, she was the only one at school who knows what he goes through on a daily basis, though there was one big difference between the two of them. Emmi wasn’t born deaf. You see, Tate was born completely deaf, he can’t hear anything and he refuses to try a hearing aid. He doesn’t consider it a disability, and he would never want to change himself. Tate looked around through bright green eyes, his feet carried him more and more toward the front of the building. Maybe he could snap a couple of pictures while he was outside, as she watched the tourists line up against the glass that protected the Louvre. As he made her way towards the bench a smile crossed over his face, Emmi was already sitting there. He kind of felt bad being that he was naturally early. Perhaps time had run away form him. He gave Emmi a small wave, as a greeting and to also get her attention. He gave his friend a hug and a kiss on each cheek. He brought his hands up, “I hope I didn’t make you want too long” he signed with an apologetic shrug. MADE BY THE DEAR SIMON <3 | TAGGED, EMMI | WORDS, 391

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[emmi sofia longoria]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Emmi loved Paris but not so much the touristy side, she knew she didn’t look at all French and so when she went to the main areas she felt like just another tourist, but walking down the unknown alleys and eating in the small undiscovered cafes made her feel like she belonged there. Today though she was meeting Tate at Le Louvre, she wasn’t sure if the two would go inside but it was a beautiful building anyway and she assumed Tate would want to take some photos. The two had become close because of their ‘disability’ but really the friendship had become far more than that. They were each other’s support systems but they were also just plain friends, like anyone else. She knew that Tate struggled to connect with the non-deaf community because he didn’t speak and he just felt uncomfortable, whilst Emmi just fitted straight in. Aside from the hearing aids in her ears she just seemed like everyone else, even when people spoke to her they often didn’t realise she was deaf. She only wore hearing aids so she could hear something, it didn’t solve her problem but she preferred it to silence. As she waited for Tate her phone rang and she picked it up to see one of her closest friends from back home, apparently she’d found this new fangled way to call without it costing too much. The two girls signed to each other, Emmi struggling a little bit because she had to hold her phone in one hand but she spoke so really, she had no need to sign. As she spotted Tate approaching Emmi signed off to the girl and the call ended after the two decided to speak later. She smiled as he waved in order to get her attention and then proceeded to hug her and kiss her on each cheek, his usual greeting. She watching his hands and immediately signed back “no, it’s okay” she signed with a smile. Usually the girl always spoke when she signed but when she was with Tate she didn’t bother, the boy was fluent in sign language and she couldn’t hear her, so it kind of defeated the object. She looked at the boy, trying to think of the last time they’d spoke, “how’s ella?” she asked, enquiring about the boy’s girlfriend who also studied at the academy. When people saw Tate and Emmi together they often assumed they were a couple, just because in their minds deaf boys date deaf girls, so as they were the only deaf people at the school, they only had the choice of each other. The truth was Emmi had actually only ever dated one deaf guy, and she hadn’t liked it. He’d pulled her into the deaf community and she felt like he’d alienated from the hearing community, a group she liked to be a part of. The difference between Emmi and Tate was that Tate was Deaf and Emmi was deaf, and that capitalisation meant a lot. Tate was deaf from birth, growing up as part of the deaf community whilst Emmi grew up hearing and lost her hearing aged fifteen. notes, sorry word count, five two seven thanks brooklyn from caution

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