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@combe-ferris-wheel
Hello. Welcome to my blog.
My name is Combeferre.
I am a medical student and member of Les Amis de l’ABC.
I care deeply about my friends and will protect them to the best of my abilities.
When I am not around my friends or studying I enjoy reading and learning about moths.
My dear Courfeyrac, how are you? Are you alright?
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! Bonjour, chéri.
I’m.. well enough! Just editing a speech for Enjolras. I don’t understand how you do this so often, haha..
You are truly well?
He was a bit skeptical since Enjolras did tell him that Courf was having a rough day but he didn’t want to push it.
Yes, editing tends to get easier as you do it more. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.
Well, I’ve.. certainly been better. But- yes. It’s brighter now that you’re here.
Courfeyrac smiled faintly up at Ferre.
Mm. I think I’ll leave the editing to you after this. It’s certainly not my cup of tea.
He glanced down at the paper in front of him with a soft frown. Courf lightly chewed the tip of his pen, a habit he’d somehow picked up from Marius.
But ah- how’ve you been?
I have been well. I am most certainly better now that I’ve seen you’re alright.
He wanted to ask what was wrong, since Enjolras didn’t want to tell him. But he also didn’t want to upset Courf any more, so he decided to leave it.
I would be happy to help you with the editing, if you would like?
Perhaps that could cheer him up, and the two of them could spend some time focused on something that wasn’t whatever Courfeyrac was upset about.
I’d love that. Perhaps I’ll soak up a bit of your expertise in the process.
Courf set the pen down, stood, and moved to pull up another chair beside his own. Then he sat back down and straightened up the contents scattered around the table.
I hadn’t anticipated anyone else coming- it’s a bit of a mess. Sorry,
Ferre sat down and adjusted his glasses before taking a proper look at the papers Courf had straightened.
It’s alright, I don’t mind your mess.
He smiled at Courfeyrac.
I am just happy to be in your company. And helping you however I can.
You’re too kind.
Courf smiled yet again before averting his gaze to the papers. Enjolras really liked to write speeches, didn’t he?..
He was silent for several moments as they looked over the papers together. Then, unable to bear it, he spoke again.
..Hey, Ferre?
Courf started, looking up.
I don’t think I say it enough, but I’m happy to have you by my side. I appreciate your check-ins and all of your help. So, err.. thank you.
Ferre contentedly sat next to Courf, trying to keep his focus on the papers in front of them and not stare at Courfeyrac for too long.
As Courf said his name though, he was more than happy to look at him, a soft smile forming as Courf spoke.
You are welcome. And thank you, my dear Courfeyrac. For being my friend and letting me stay by your side.
I’m hardly the one to be thanked. You mean the world to me. To be a friend of yours is an honor.
Courfeyrac tilted his head, gazing at Ferre with a soft expression. He was damn lucky to have him in his life. He’d be a wreck without him, really. Another minute or so passed before he nudged the other with his shoulder.
..Anyways, I suppose we should get back to this. I just-, wanted to tell you that.
Combeferre blushed deeply as Courf complimented him.
Thank you, my friend. Yes perhaps we should get back to editing. With how much writing Enjolras does and how much he loves French, you’d think he’d be better at spelling, wouldn’t you?
He couldn’t help but laugh a little as he corrected yet another spelling error.
Certainly.. but I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised. It also doesn’t help his case that he writes so quickly.
Courf looked down at his paper with a grin. If he didn’t know Enjolras so well, he wouldn’t have been able to read any of it.
He’s damn lucky we love him so much. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have agreed to do this for him.
Not entirely true- he needed a distraction. He probably would have accepted regardless.
He laughed.
Yes, we do love him. He is a good friend. Maybe a bit harsh at times, but he does care a lot.
Ferre looked down, correcting a few more mistakes. Truthfully, he wanted to say how much he cared for Courfeyrac as well, but now did not seem to be the time for that. So he refrained. Courf already had so much going on it seemed. He did not want to add to the pile. So he focused instead on the papers, trying to not stare at Courfeyrac.
But he didn’t want to leave just awkward silence. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat before speaking again.
So, uh, how have you been? Aside from whatever it was that had you upset.
While reading over the speech and between witting, Courf continued to chew on his pen. He hummed or scoffed when he went to edit something, a small habit he unknowingly had.
Hearing Ferre’s voice again, he didn’t immediately look up. After correcting a spelling mistake, he twisted the pen in his hand and lifted his head.
Good, for the most part! Busy, but ah- I’m managing. I’ve missed you, though! I feel as though I haven’t seen much of you outside of meetings.
I have...missed you as well. It is always good to see you.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, trying to hide some of blush.
Perhaps we should find some time to do something unrelated to the cause once in a while. It may be nice to hang out as...friends.
He wanted to say more, but couldn't get himself to, so he left it at that. Perhaps Courfeyrac would understand. And if he didn't...well, they would just go on as normal.
I’d quite like that. We haven’t done anything together in ages. It’d be nice to do something, just us!
Courfeyrac simply smiled at his dear friend, excited at the prospect of the two of them doing something. The cause had practically been their entire lives as of late (that, and of course Marius for Courf). Doing something with one of his closest friends that was completely unrelated to it? Sign him up!
I could certainly use a break from all that life has thrown at me. And you, my lovely companion, could also afford to relax every once in a while as well.
I suppose I don’t generally take time to relax. Between studies and making sure Enjolras keeps himself healthy enough to continue, it is rare that I take a moment for myself. Someone needs to make sure he eats, since he will not feed himself.
Ferre let out a chuckle and flipped to the next page, immediately spotting a spelling error and correcting it.
What do you suppose we should do?
My dear Courfeyrac, how are you? Are you alright?
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! Bonjour, chéri.
I’m.. well enough! Just editing a speech for Enjolras. I don’t understand how you do this so often, haha..
You are truly well?
He was a bit skeptical since Enjolras did tell him that Courf was having a rough day but he didn’t want to push it.
Yes, editing tends to get easier as you do it more. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.
Well, I’ve.. certainly been better. But- yes. It’s brighter now that you’re here.
Courfeyrac smiled faintly up at Ferre.
Mm. I think I’ll leave the editing to you after this. It’s certainly not my cup of tea.
He glanced down at the paper in front of him with a soft frown. Courf lightly chewed the tip of his pen, a habit he’d somehow picked up from Marius.
But ah- how’ve you been?
I have been well. I am most certainly better now that I’ve seen you’re alright.
He wanted to ask what was wrong, since Enjolras didn’t want to tell him. But he also didn’t want to upset Courf any more, so he decided to leave it.
I would be happy to help you with the editing, if you would like?
Perhaps that could cheer him up, and the two of them could spend some time focused on something that wasn’t whatever Courfeyrac was upset about.
I’d love that. Perhaps I’ll soak up a bit of your expertise in the process.
Courf set the pen down, stood, and moved to pull up another chair beside his own. Then he sat back down and straightened up the contents scattered around the table.
I hadn’t anticipated anyone else coming- it’s a bit of a mess. Sorry,
Ferre sat down and adjusted his glasses before taking a proper look at the papers Courf had straightened.
It’s alright, I don’t mind your mess.
He smiled at Courfeyrac.
I am just happy to be in your company. And helping you however I can.
You’re too kind.
Courf smiled yet again before averting his gaze to the papers. Enjolras really liked to write speeches, didn’t he?..
He was silent for several moments as they looked over the papers together. Then, unable to bear it, he spoke again.
..Hey, Ferre?
Courf started, looking up.
I don’t think I say it enough, but I’m happy to have you by my side. I appreciate your check-ins and all of your help. So, err.. thank you.
Ferre contentedly sat next to Courf, trying to keep his focus on the papers in front of them and not stare at Courfeyrac for too long.
As Courf said his name though, he was more than happy to look at him, a soft smile forming as Courf spoke.
You are welcome. And thank you, my dear Courfeyrac. For being my friend and letting me stay by your side.
I’m hardly the one to be thanked. You mean the world to me. To be a friend of yours is an honor.
Courfeyrac tilted his head, gazing at Ferre with a soft expression. He was damn lucky to have him in his life. He’d be a wreck without him, really. Another minute or so passed before he nudged the other with his shoulder.
..Anyways, I suppose we should get back to this. I just-, wanted to tell you that.
Combeferre blushed deeply as Courf complimented him.
Thank you, my friend. Yes perhaps we should get back to editing. With how much writing Enjolras does and how much he loves French, you’d think he’d be better at spelling, wouldn’t you?
He couldn’t help but laugh a little as he corrected yet another spelling error.
Certainly.. but I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised. It also doesn’t help his case that he writes so quickly.
Courf looked down at his paper with a grin. If he didn’t know Enjolras so well, he wouldn’t have been able to read any of it.
He’s damn lucky we love him so much. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have agreed to do this for him.
Not entirely true- he needed a distraction. He probably would have accepted regardless.
He laughed.
Yes, we do love him. He is a good friend. Maybe a bit harsh at times, but he does care a lot.
Ferre looked down, correcting a few more mistakes. Truthfully, he wanted to say how much he cared for Courfeyrac as well, but now did not seem to be the time for that. So he refrained. Courf already had so much going on it seemed. He did not want to add to the pile. So he focused instead on the papers, trying to not stare at Courfeyrac.
But he didn’t want to leave just awkward silence. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat before speaking again.
So, uh, how have you been? Aside from whatever it was that had you upset.
While reading over the speech and between witting, Courf continued to chew on his pen. He hummed or scoffed when he went to edit something, a small habit he unknowingly had.
Hearing Ferre’s voice again, he didn’t immediately look up. After correcting a spelling mistake, he twisted the pen in his hand and lifted his head.
Good, for the most part! Busy, but ah- I’m managing. I’ve missed you, though! I feel as though I haven’t seen much of you outside of meetings.
I have...missed you as well. It is always good to see you.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, trying to hide some of blush.
Perhaps we should find some time to do something unrelated to the cause once in a while. It may be nice to hang out as...friends.
He wanted to say more, but couldn't get himself to, so he left it at that. Perhaps Courfeyrac would understand. And if he didn't...well, they would just go on as normal.
My dear Courfeyrac, how are you? Are you alright?
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! Bonjour, chéri.
I’m.. well enough! Just editing a speech for Enjolras. I don’t understand how you do this so often, haha..
You are truly well?
He was a bit skeptical since Enjolras did tell him that Courf was having a rough day but he didn’t want to push it.
Yes, editing tends to get easier as you do it more. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.
Well, I’ve.. certainly been better. But- yes. It’s brighter now that you’re here.
Courfeyrac smiled faintly up at Ferre.
Mm. I think I’ll leave the editing to you after this. It’s certainly not my cup of tea.
He glanced down at the paper in front of him with a soft frown. Courf lightly chewed the tip of his pen, a habit he’d somehow picked up from Marius.
But ah- how’ve you been?
I have been well. I am most certainly better now that I’ve seen you’re alright.
He wanted to ask what was wrong, since Enjolras didn’t want to tell him. But he also didn’t want to upset Courf any more, so he decided to leave it.
I would be happy to help you with the editing, if you would like?
Perhaps that could cheer him up, and the two of them could spend some time focused on something that wasn’t whatever Courfeyrac was upset about.
I’d love that. Perhaps I’ll soak up a bit of your expertise in the process.
Courf set the pen down, stood, and moved to pull up another chair beside his own. Then he sat back down and straightened up the contents scattered around the table.
I hadn’t anticipated anyone else coming- it’s a bit of a mess. Sorry,
Ferre sat down and adjusted his glasses before taking a proper look at the papers Courf had straightened.
It’s alright, I don’t mind your mess.
He smiled at Courfeyrac.
I am just happy to be in your company. And helping you however I can.
You’re too kind.
Courf smiled yet again before averting his gaze to the papers. Enjolras really liked to write speeches, didn’t he?..
He was silent for several moments as they looked over the papers together. Then, unable to bear it, he spoke again.
..Hey, Ferre?
Courf started, looking up.
I don’t think I say it enough, but I’m happy to have you by my side. I appreciate your check-ins and all of your help. So, err.. thank you.
Ferre contentedly sat next to Courf, trying to keep his focus on the papers in front of them and not stare at Courfeyrac for too long.
As Courf said his name though, he was more than happy to look at him, a soft smile forming as Courf spoke.
You are welcome. And thank you, my dear Courfeyrac. For being my friend and letting me stay by your side.
I’m hardly the one to be thanked. You mean the world to me. To be a friend of yours is an honor.
Courfeyrac tilted his head, gazing at Ferre with a soft expression. He was damn lucky to have him in his life. He’d be a wreck without him, really. Another minute or so passed before he nudged the other with his shoulder.
..Anyways, I suppose we should get back to this. I just-, wanted to tell you that.
Combeferre blushed deeply as Courf complimented him.
Thank you, my friend. Yes perhaps we should get back to editing. With how much writing Enjolras does and how much he loves French, you’d think he’d be better at spelling, wouldn’t you?
He couldn’t help but laugh a little as he corrected yet another spelling error.
Certainly.. but I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised. It also doesn’t help his case that he writes so quickly.
Courf looked down at his paper with a grin. If he didn’t know Enjolras so well, he wouldn’t have been able to read any of it.
He’s damn lucky we love him so much. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have agreed to do this for him.
Not entirely true- he needed a distraction. He probably would have accepted regardless.
He laughed.
Yes, we do love him. He is a good friend. Maybe a bit harsh at times, but he does care a lot.
Ferre looked down, correcting a few more mistakes. Truthfully, he wanted to say how much he cared for Courfeyrac as well, but now did not seem to be the time for that. So he refrained. Courf already had so much going on it seemed. He did not want to add to the pile. So he focused instead on the papers, trying to not stare at Courfeyrac.
But he didn’t want to leave just awkward silence. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat before speaking again.
So, uh, how have you been? Aside from whatever it was that had you upset.
My dear Courfeyrac, how are you? Are you alright?
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! Bonjour, chéri.
I’m.. well enough! Just editing a speech for Enjolras. I don’t understand how you do this so often, haha..
You are truly well?
He was a bit skeptical since Enjolras did tell him that Courf was having a rough day but he didn’t want to push it.
Yes, editing tends to get easier as you do it more. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.
Well, I’ve.. certainly been better. But- yes. It’s brighter now that you’re here.
Courfeyrac smiled faintly up at Ferre.
Mm. I think I’ll leave the editing to you after this. It’s certainly not my cup of tea.
He glanced down at the paper in front of him with a soft frown. Courf lightly chewed the tip of his pen, a habit he’d somehow picked up from Marius.
But ah- how’ve you been?
I have been well. I am most certainly better now that I’ve seen you’re alright.
He wanted to ask what was wrong, since Enjolras didn’t want to tell him. But he also didn’t want to upset Courf any more, so he decided to leave it.
I would be happy to help you with the editing, if you would like?
Perhaps that could cheer him up, and the two of them could spend some time focused on something that wasn’t whatever Courfeyrac was upset about.
I’d love that. Perhaps I’ll soak up a bit of your expertise in the process.
Courf set the pen down, stood, and moved to pull up another chair beside his own. Then he sat back down and straightened up the contents scattered around the table.
I hadn’t anticipated anyone else coming- it’s a bit of a mess. Sorry,
Ferre sat down and adjusted his glasses before taking a proper look at the papers Courf had straightened.
It’s alright, I don’t mind your mess.
He smiled at Courfeyrac.
I am just happy to be in your company. And helping you however I can.
You’re too kind.
Courf smiled yet again before averting his gaze to the papers. Enjolras really liked to write speeches, didn’t he?..
He was silent for several moments as they looked over the papers together. Then, unable to bear it, he spoke again.
..Hey, Ferre?
Courf started, looking up.
I don’t think I say it enough, but I’m happy to have you by my side. I appreciate your check-ins and all of your help. So, err.. thank you.
Ferre contentedly sat next to Courf, trying to keep his focus on the papers in front of them and not stare at Courfeyrac for too long.
As Courf said his name though, he was more than happy to look at him, a soft smile forming as Courf spoke.
You are welcome. And thank you, my dear Courfeyrac. For being my friend and letting me stay by your side.
I’m hardly the one to be thanked. You mean the world to me. To be a friend of yours is an honor.
Courfeyrac tilted his head, gazing at Ferre with a soft expression. He was damn lucky to have him in his life. He’d be a wreck without him, really. Another minute or so passed before he nudged the other with his shoulder.
..Anyways, I suppose we should get back to this. I just-, wanted to tell you that.
Combeferre blushed deeply as Courf complimented him.
Thank you, my friend. Yes perhaps we should get back to editing. With how much writing Enjolras does and how much he loves French, you’d think he’d be better at spelling, wouldn’t you?
He couldn’t help but laugh a little as he corrected yet another spelling error.
My dear Courfeyrac, how are you? Are you alright?
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! Bonjour, chéri.
I’m.. well enough! Just editing a speech for Enjolras. I don’t understand how you do this so often, haha..
You are truly well?
He was a bit skeptical since Enjolras did tell him that Courf was having a rough day but he didn’t want to push it.
Yes, editing tends to get easier as you do it more. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.
Well, I’ve.. certainly been better. But- yes. It’s brighter now that you’re here.
Courfeyrac smiled faintly up at Ferre.
Mm. I think I’ll leave the editing to you after this. It’s certainly not my cup of tea.
He glanced down at the paper in front of him with a soft frown. Courf lightly chewed the tip of his pen, a habit he’d somehow picked up from Marius.
But ah- how’ve you been?
I have been well. I am most certainly better now that I’ve seen you’re alright.
He wanted to ask what was wrong, since Enjolras didn’t want to tell him. But he also didn’t want to upset Courf any more, so he decided to leave it.
I would be happy to help you with the editing, if you would like?
Perhaps that could cheer him up, and the two of them could spend some time focused on something that wasn’t whatever Courfeyrac was upset about.
I’d love that. Perhaps I’ll soak up a bit of your expertise in the process.
Courf set the pen down, stood, and moved to pull up another chair beside his own. Then he sat back down and straightened up the contents scattered around the table.
I hadn’t anticipated anyone else coming- it’s a bit of a mess. Sorry,
Ferre sat down and adjusted his glasses before taking a proper look at the papers Courf had straightened.
It’s alright, I don’t mind your mess.
He smiled at Courfeyrac.
I am just happy to be in your company. And helping you however I can.
You’re too kind.
Courf smiled yet again before averting his gaze to the papers. Enjolras really liked to write speeches, didn’t he?..
He was silent for several moments as they looked over the papers together. Then, unable to bear it, he spoke again.
..Hey, Ferre?
Courf started, looking up.
I don’t think I say it enough, but I’m happy to have you by my side. I appreciate your check-ins and all of your help. So, err.. thank you.
Ferre contentedly sat next to Courf, trying to keep his focus on the papers in front of them and not stare at Courfeyrac for too long.
As Courf said his name though, he was more than happy to look at him, a soft smile forming as Courf spoke.
You are welcome. And thank you, my dear Courfeyrac. For being my friend and letting me stay by your side.
My dear Courfeyrac, how are you? Are you alright?
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! Bonjour, chéri.
I’m.. well enough! Just editing a speech for Enjolras. I don’t understand how you do this so often, haha..
You are truly well?
He was a bit skeptical since Enjolras did tell him that Courf was having a rough day but he didn’t want to push it.
Yes, editing tends to get easier as you do it more. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.
Well, I’ve.. certainly been better. But- yes. It’s brighter now that you’re here.
Courfeyrac smiled faintly up at Ferre.
Mm. I think I’ll leave the editing to you after this. It’s certainly not my cup of tea.
He glanced down at the paper in front of him with a soft frown. Courf lightly chewed the tip of his pen, a habit he’d somehow picked up from Marius.
But ah- how’ve you been?
I have been well. I am most certainly better now that I’ve seen you’re alright.
He wanted to ask what was wrong, since Enjolras didn’t want to tell him. But he also didn’t want to upset Courf any more, so he decided to leave it.
I would be happy to help you with the editing, if you would like?
Perhaps that could cheer him up, and the two of them could spend some time focused on something that wasn’t whatever Courfeyrac was upset about.
I’d love that. Perhaps I’ll soak up a bit of your expertise in the process.
Courf set the pen down, stood, and moved to pull up another chair beside his own. Then he sat back down and straightened up the contents scattered around the table.
I hadn’t anticipated anyone else coming- it’s a bit of a mess. Sorry,
Ferre sat down and adjusted his glasses before taking a proper look at the papers Courf had straightened.
It’s alright, I don’t mind your mess.
He smiled at Courfeyrac.
I am just happy to be in your company. And helping you however I can.
My dear Courfeyrac, how are you? Are you alright?
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! Bonjour, chéri.
I’m.. well enough! Just editing a speech for Enjolras. I don’t understand how you do this so often, haha..
You are truly well?
He was a bit skeptical since Enjolras did tell him that Courf was having a rough day but he didn’t want to push it.
Yes, editing tends to get easier as you do it more. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.
Well, I’ve.. certainly been better. But- yes. It’s brighter now that you’re here.
Courfeyrac smiled faintly up at Ferre.
Mm. I think I’ll leave the editing to you after this. It’s certainly not my cup of tea.
He glanced down at the paper in front of him with a soft frown. Courf lightly chewed the tip of his pen, a habit he’d somehow picked up from Marius.
But ah- how’ve you been?
I have been well. I am most certainly better now that I’ve seen you’re alright.
He wanted to ask what was wrong, since Enjolras didn’t want to tell him. But he also didn’t want to upset Courf any more, so he decided to leave it.
I would be happy to help you with the editing, if you would like?
Perhaps that could cheer him up, and the two of them could spend some time focused on something that wasn’t whatever Courfeyrac was upset about.
My dear Courfeyrac, how are you? Are you alright?
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! Bonjour, chéri.
I’m.. well enough! Just editing a speech for Enjolras. I don’t understand how you do this so often, haha..
You are truly well?
He was a bit skeptical since Enjolras did tell him that Courf was having a rough day but he didn’t want to push it.
Yes, editing tends to get easier as you do it more. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.
merry barricades, punch a cop o7
I was told you were taken to jail. I’ve come to bail you out.
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! My lovely knight in shining armor. You were rather quick with your arrival.
..I hope this doesn’t cost you much. I’ll repay you, if you want. I’d rather stay here than know I was the reason you’re left with little money.
He blushed when Courfeyrac called him his "knight in shining armor" and adjusted his glasses while trying to hide his face slightly.
Yes, well, I couldn't just leave you here. Of course I had to come as soon as I heard. And don't worry about the money. A few of the Amis have pitched in. None of us will be left without money.
That’s a relief. I hardly have the money to pay Marius and I’s rent, let alone repay you for my bail.
Courfeyrac laughed nervously.
I would have made it work, of course! But, ah.. You know.
He reached through the bars of the cell to grab Combeferre’s hand and gently squeeze it.
I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you as a friend. Thank you for coming, cher. There’s only so much charm that will work on these dreadfully boring officers.
Combeferre squeezed Courf’s hands back, grateful to see he was still in good spirits.
I will always be here for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you my dear Courfeyrac. And I’m sure a nice sum of money will work handsomely on an officer who is somehow uncharmed by you. I will have you out of here in no time.
Oh, Ferre..
Courfeyrac smiled, soft and genuine. What did he do to deserve this man in his life?
I wish I could find the words to properly thank you. You really are far more than I deserve! I’d certainly be a mess without you here.
Just let me get you out of here and that will be thanks enough for me.
He squeezed Courfeyrac’s hand once more before letting go.
I will be back momentarily. Let me speak with the guard. Hopefully they will be willing to let you out without any charges. But even if you are charged with something, I will be content with you on this side of the bars for the moment.
Alright. I shall be waiting, mon ami! In the meantime, consider me your damsel in distress.
Courf tilted his head, his soft smile turning more playful. He gave Ferre a wink, then turned away to sit on the mattress in the cell.
It took Combeferre much longer than he had anticipated to find an officer, convince him to let Courfeyrac go free, pay the bail, and get him to come back to unlock the cell to let Courfeyrac out, but it did eventually happen.
The moment the cell was open, Ferre pulled him into a hug, glad that he was finally able to walk free.
You are alright, Courfeyrac?
Courfeyrac, in his time waiting, did little aside from think. There wasn’t much else to do in a quiet, bare prison cell. His mind jumped from topic to topic. The cause, his friends, his arrest, Combeferre, and most of all, Marius.
Hearing the door creak open, he was on his feet in an instant. Before he could so much as open his mouth, he was pulled into a hug. Courf, rarely one to turn down a hug, returned it in seconds, his arms wrapping around Ferre.
You know me. Of course I am, especially now!
He smiled at his beloved friend once they pulled apart.
..I take it they gave you a hard time?
Yes, they weren’t very keen on letting you go, even though they had nothing with which to charge you. Apparently you are a nuisance. Their words not mine.
He took a step back, just to check over Courfeyrac and make sure he wasn’t injured.
But I suppose all is well now that you are free.
A nuisance, hm? Well then. They don’t know the half of it. I can be MUCH MORE ANNOYING IF THEY WANT!
Courfeyrac shouted, purposely hoping to be more of a nuisance. He laughed to himself, then shook his head.
Yes! I walk free once again. Thanks to you and our lovely friends, of course.
Courfeyrac, please. At least let us get of the building before you try to become a nuisance yet again. The more of a fuss you make now the harder it will be to get you back if this ever happens again. They’ll remember just how much of a nuisance you made yourself.
Alright, alright. Understood. No more making a spectacle of myself. I don’t plan on coming back here, of course, but I suppose it would be wise not to make them remember me.
They don’t deserve my energy, anyways. These people have about as much excitement as a raisin.
You’re right. I think your energy is better used for the cause. I know that’s what you were doing when you got arrested, but still, we could probably find some other way for you to help. A little less conspicuous, hopefully, so the police don’t pick you up again.
‘Some other way’? Insinuating you want me to, what, help less?
Courfeyrac scoffed quietly.
The law does not scare me, Ferre. One little mishap isn’t going to make me any less involved. I understand you want me to be cautious, and I will be, but limiting myself? What sort of example of our cause does that create?
I know you may not be scared of them, but… I do worry for you. I don’t want you to end up back in jail. I’m not asking you to limit yourself. Just… maybe we need to take a step back, see if there’s a better way to go about it.
I’m worried about that they might do to you if you end up here again. Especially if you’re set on making yourself a nuisance.
Courf chewed his bottom lip, contemplating Combeferre’s words. There was logic to them, of course. But they were meant to be bold and firm in their stance. An arrest shouldn’t make him change his approach! If anything, he should be even more bold out of spite!
..But the look on Ferre’s face gave him pause. Despite wanting to stubbornly argue, he ultimately decided against it and begrudgingly agreed.
..Fine. If you truly think I should tone it down, I will. If only to reassure you. But I will not be happy about it.
Ferre adjusted his glasses, feeling a bit about what he was asking Courfeyrac to do. He was worried about his safety, even if that contradictory to the cause in the first place.
I am sorry, I just worry…
You don’t have to tone things down, if you don’t want to. Just… please, be careful.
I was told you were taken to jail. I’ve come to bail you out.
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! My lovely knight in shining armor. You were rather quick with your arrival.
..I hope this doesn’t cost you much. I’ll repay you, if you want. I’d rather stay here than know I was the reason you’re left with little money.
He blushed when Courfeyrac called him his "knight in shining armor" and adjusted his glasses while trying to hide his face slightly.
Yes, well, I couldn't just leave you here. Of course I had to come as soon as I heard. And don't worry about the money. A few of the Amis have pitched in. None of us will be left without money.
That’s a relief. I hardly have the money to pay Marius and I’s rent, let alone repay you for my bail.
Courfeyrac laughed nervously.
I would have made it work, of course! But, ah.. You know.
He reached through the bars of the cell to grab Combeferre’s hand and gently squeeze it.
I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you as a friend. Thank you for coming, cher. There’s only so much charm that will work on these dreadfully boring officers.
Combeferre squeezed Courf’s hands back, grateful to see he was still in good spirits.
I will always be here for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you my dear Courfeyrac. And I’m sure a nice sum of money will work handsomely on an officer who is somehow uncharmed by you. I will have you out of here in no time.
Oh, Ferre..
Courfeyrac smiled, soft and genuine. What did he do to deserve this man in his life?
I wish I could find the words to properly thank you. You really are far more than I deserve! I’d certainly be a mess without you here.
Just let me get you out of here and that will be thanks enough for me.
He squeezed Courfeyrac’s hand once more before letting go.
I will be back momentarily. Let me speak with the guard. Hopefully they will be willing to let you out without any charges. But even if you are charged with something, I will be content with you on this side of the bars for the moment.
Alright. I shall be waiting, mon ami! In the meantime, consider me your damsel in distress.
Courf tilted his head, his soft smile turning more playful. He gave Ferre a wink, then turned away to sit on the mattress in the cell.
It took Combeferre much longer than he had anticipated to find an officer, convince him to let Courfeyrac go free, pay the bail, and get him to come back to unlock the cell to let Courfeyrac out, but it did eventually happen.
The moment the cell was open, Ferre pulled him into a hug, glad that he was finally able to walk free.
You are alright, Courfeyrac?
Courfeyrac, in his time waiting, did little aside from think. There wasn’t much else to do in a quiet, bare prison cell. His mind jumped from topic to topic. The cause, his friends, his arrest, Combeferre, and most of all, Marius.
Hearing the door creak open, he was on his feet in an instant. Before he could so much as open his mouth, he was pulled into a hug. Courf, rarely one to turn down a hug, returned it in seconds, his arms wrapping around Ferre.
You know me. Of course I am, especially now!
He smiled at his beloved friend once they pulled apart.
..I take it they gave you a hard time?
Yes, they weren’t very keen on letting you go, even though they had nothing with which to charge you. Apparently you are a nuisance. Their words not mine.
He took a step back, just to check over Courfeyrac and make sure he wasn’t injured.
But I suppose all is well now that you are free.
A nuisance, hm? Well then. They don’t know the half of it. I can be MUCH MORE ANNOYING IF THEY WANT!
Courfeyrac shouted, purposely hoping to be more of a nuisance. He laughed to himself, then shook his head.
Yes! I walk free once again. Thanks to you and our lovely friends, of course.
Courfeyrac, please. At least let us get of the building before you try to become a nuisance yet again. The more of a fuss you make now the harder it will be to get you back if this ever happens again. They’ll remember just how much of a nuisance you made yourself.
Alright, alright. Understood. No more making a spectacle of myself. I don’t plan on coming back here, of course, but I suppose it would be wise not to make them remember me.
They don’t deserve my energy, anyways. These people have about as much excitement as a raisin.
You’re right. I think your energy is better used for the cause. I know that’s what you were doing when you got arrested, but still, we could probably find some other way for you to help. A little less conspicuous, hopefully, so the police don’t pick you up again.
‘Some other way’? Insinuating you want me to, what, help less?
Courfeyrac scoffed quietly.
The law does not scare me, Ferre. One little mishap isn’t going to make me any less involved. I understand you want me to be cautious, and I will be, but limiting myself? What sort of example of our cause does that create?
I know you may not be scared of them, but… I do worry for you. I don’t want you to end up back in jail. I’m not asking you to limit yourself. Just… maybe we need to take a step back, see if there’s a better way to go about it.
I’m worried about that they might do to you if you end up here again. Especially if you’re set on making yourself a nuisance.
I was told you were taken to jail. I’ve come to bail you out.
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! My lovely knight in shining armor. You were rather quick with your arrival.
..I hope this doesn’t cost you much. I’ll repay you, if you want. I’d rather stay here than know I was the reason you’re left with little money.
He blushed when Courfeyrac called him his "knight in shining armor" and adjusted his glasses while trying to hide his face slightly.
Yes, well, I couldn't just leave you here. Of course I had to come as soon as I heard. And don't worry about the money. A few of the Amis have pitched in. None of us will be left without money.
That’s a relief. I hardly have the money to pay Marius and I’s rent, let alone repay you for my bail.
Courfeyrac laughed nervously.
I would have made it work, of course! But, ah.. You know.
He reached through the bars of the cell to grab Combeferre’s hand and gently squeeze it.
I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you as a friend. Thank you for coming, cher. There’s only so much charm that will work on these dreadfully boring officers.
Combeferre squeezed Courf’s hands back, grateful to see he was still in good spirits.
I will always be here for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you my dear Courfeyrac. And I’m sure a nice sum of money will work handsomely on an officer who is somehow uncharmed by you. I will have you out of here in no time.
Oh, Ferre..
Courfeyrac smiled, soft and genuine. What did he do to deserve this man in his life?
I wish I could find the words to properly thank you. You really are far more than I deserve! I’d certainly be a mess without you here.
Just let me get you out of here and that will be thanks enough for me.
He squeezed Courfeyrac’s hand once more before letting go.
I will be back momentarily. Let me speak with the guard. Hopefully they will be willing to let you out without any charges. But even if you are charged with something, I will be content with you on this side of the bars for the moment.
Alright. I shall be waiting, mon ami! In the meantime, consider me your damsel in distress.
Courf tilted his head, his soft smile turning more playful. He gave Ferre a wink, then turned away to sit on the mattress in the cell.
It took Combeferre much longer than he had anticipated to find an officer, convince him to let Courfeyrac go free, pay the bail, and get him to come back to unlock the cell to let Courfeyrac out, but it did eventually happen.
The moment the cell was open, Ferre pulled him into a hug, glad that he was finally able to walk free.
You are alright, Courfeyrac?
Courfeyrac, in his time waiting, did little aside from think. There wasn’t much else to do in a quiet, bare prison cell. His mind jumped from topic to topic. The cause, his friends, his arrest, Combeferre, and most of all, Marius.
Hearing the door creak open, he was on his feet in an instant. Before he could so much as open his mouth, he was pulled into a hug. Courf, rarely one to turn down a hug, returned it in seconds, his arms wrapping around Ferre.
You know me. Of course I am, especially now!
He smiled at his beloved friend once they pulled apart.
..I take it they gave you a hard time?
Yes, they weren’t very keen on letting you go, even though they had nothing with which to charge you. Apparently you are a nuisance. Their words not mine.
He took a step back, just to check over Courfeyrac and make sure he wasn’t injured.
But I suppose all is well now that you are free.
A nuisance, hm? Well then. They don’t know the half of it. I can be MUCH MORE ANNOYING IF THEY WANT!
Courfeyrac shouted, purposely hoping to be more of a nuisance. He laughed to himself, then shook his head.
Yes! I walk free once again. Thanks to you and our lovely friends, of course.
Courfeyrac, please. At least let us get of the building before you try to become a nuisance yet again. The more of a fuss you make now the harder it will be to get you back if this ever happens again. They’ll remember just how much of a nuisance you made yourself.
Alright, alright. Understood. No more making a spectacle of myself. I don’t plan on coming back here, of course, but I suppose it would be wise not to make them remember me.
They don’t deserve my energy, anyways. These people have about as much excitement as a raisin.
You’re right. I think your energy is better used for the cause. I know that’s what you were doing when you got arrested, but still, we could probably find some other way for you to help. A little less conspicuous, hopefully, so the police don’t pick you up again.
I was told you were taken to jail. I’ve come to bail you out.
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! My lovely knight in shining armor. You were rather quick with your arrival.
..I hope this doesn’t cost you much. I’ll repay you, if you want. I’d rather stay here than know I was the reason you’re left with little money.
He blushed when Courfeyrac called him his "knight in shining armor" and adjusted his glasses while trying to hide his face slightly.
Yes, well, I couldn't just leave you here. Of course I had to come as soon as I heard. And don't worry about the money. A few of the Amis have pitched in. None of us will be left without money.
That’s a relief. I hardly have the money to pay Marius and I’s rent, let alone repay you for my bail.
Courfeyrac laughed nervously.
I would have made it work, of course! But, ah.. You know.
He reached through the bars of the cell to grab Combeferre’s hand and gently squeeze it.
I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you as a friend. Thank you for coming, cher. There’s only so much charm that will work on these dreadfully boring officers.
Combeferre squeezed Courf’s hands back, grateful to see he was still in good spirits.
I will always be here for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you my dear Courfeyrac. And I’m sure a nice sum of money will work handsomely on an officer who is somehow uncharmed by you. I will have you out of here in no time.
Oh, Ferre..
Courfeyrac smiled, soft and genuine. What did he do to deserve this man in his life?
I wish I could find the words to properly thank you. You really are far more than I deserve! I’d certainly be a mess without you here.
Just let me get you out of here and that will be thanks enough for me.
He squeezed Courfeyrac’s hand once more before letting go.
I will be back momentarily. Let me speak with the guard. Hopefully they will be willing to let you out without any charges. But even if you are charged with something, I will be content with you on this side of the bars for the moment.
Alright. I shall be waiting, mon ami! In the meantime, consider me your damsel in distress.
Courf tilted his head, his soft smile turning more playful. He gave Ferre a wink, then turned away to sit on the mattress in the cell.
It took Combeferre much longer than he had anticipated to find an officer, convince him to let Courfeyrac go free, pay the bail, and get him to come back to unlock the cell to let Courfeyrac out, but it did eventually happen.
The moment the cell was open, Ferre pulled him into a hug, glad that he was finally able to walk free.
You are alright, Courfeyrac?
Courfeyrac, in his time waiting, did little aside from think. There wasn’t much else to do in a quiet, bare prison cell. His mind jumped from topic to topic. The cause, his friends, his arrest, Combeferre, and most of all, Marius.
Hearing the door creak open, he was on his feet in an instant. Before he could so much as open his mouth, he was pulled into a hug. Courf, rarely one to turn down a hug, returned it in seconds, his arms wrapping around Ferre.
You know me. Of course I am, especially now!
He smiled at his beloved friend once they pulled apart.
..I take it they gave you a hard time?
Yes, they weren’t very keen on letting you go, even though they had nothing with which to charge you. Apparently you are a nuisance. Their words not mine.
He took a step back, just to check over Courfeyrac and make sure he wasn’t injured.
But I suppose all is well now that you are free.
A nuisance, hm? Well then. They don’t know the half of it. I can be MUCH MORE ANNOYING IF THEY WANT!
Courfeyrac shouted, purposely hoping to be more of a nuisance. He laughed to himself, then shook his head.
Yes! I walk free once again. Thanks to you and our lovely friends, of course.
Courfeyrac, please. At least let us get of the building before you try to become a nuisance yet again. The more of a fuss you make now the harder it will be to get you back if this ever happens again. They’ll remember just how much of a nuisance you made yourself.
I was told you were taken to jail. I’ve come to bail you out.
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! My lovely knight in shining armor. You were rather quick with your arrival.
..I hope this doesn’t cost you much. I’ll repay you, if you want. I’d rather stay here than know I was the reason you’re left with little money.
He blushed when Courfeyrac called him his "knight in shining armor" and adjusted his glasses while trying to hide his face slightly.
Yes, well, I couldn't just leave you here. Of course I had to come as soon as I heard. And don't worry about the money. A few of the Amis have pitched in. None of us will be left without money.
That’s a relief. I hardly have the money to pay Marius and I’s rent, let alone repay you for my bail.
Courfeyrac laughed nervously.
I would have made it work, of course! But, ah.. You know.
He reached through the bars of the cell to grab Combeferre’s hand and gently squeeze it.
I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you as a friend. Thank you for coming, cher. There’s only so much charm that will work on these dreadfully boring officers.
Combeferre squeezed Courf’s hands back, grateful to see he was still in good spirits.
I will always be here for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you my dear Courfeyrac. And I’m sure a nice sum of money will work handsomely on an officer who is somehow uncharmed by you. I will have you out of here in no time.
Oh, Ferre..
Courfeyrac smiled, soft and genuine. What did he do to deserve this man in his life?
I wish I could find the words to properly thank you. You really are far more than I deserve! I’d certainly be a mess without you here.
Just let me get you out of here and that will be thanks enough for me.
He squeezed Courfeyrac’s hand once more before letting go.
I will be back momentarily. Let me speak with the guard. Hopefully they will be willing to let you out without any charges. But even if you are charged with something, I will be content with you on this side of the bars for the moment.
Alright. I shall be waiting, mon ami! In the meantime, consider me your damsel in distress.
Courf tilted his head, his soft smile turning more playful. He gave Ferre a wink, then turned away to sit on the mattress in the cell.
It took Combeferre much longer than he had anticipated to find an officer, convince him to let Courfeyrac go free, pay the bail, and get him to come back to unlock the cell to let Courfeyrac out, but it did eventually happen.
The moment the cell was open, Ferre pulled him into a hug, glad that he was finally able to walk free.
You are alright, Courfeyrac?
Courfeyrac, in his time waiting, did little aside from think. There wasn’t much else to do in a quiet, bare prison cell. His mind jumped from topic to topic. The cause, his friends, his arrest, Combeferre, and most of all, Marius.
Hearing the door creak open, he was on his feet in an instant. Before he could so much as open his mouth, he was pulled into a hug. Courf, rarely one to turn down a hug, returned it in seconds, his arms wrapping around Ferre.
You know me. Of course I am, especially now!
He smiled at his beloved friend once they pulled apart.
..I take it they gave you a hard time?
Yes, they weren’t very keen on letting you go, even though they had nothing with which to charge you. Apparently you are a nuisance. Their words not mine.
He took a step back, just to check over Courfeyrac and make sure he wasn’t injured.
But I suppose all is well now that you are free.
I was told you were taken to jail. I’ve come to bail you out.
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! My lovely knight in shining armor. You were rather quick with your arrival.
..I hope this doesn’t cost you much. I’ll repay you, if you want. I’d rather stay here than know I was the reason you’re left with little money.
He blushed when Courfeyrac called him his "knight in shining armor" and adjusted his glasses while trying to hide his face slightly.
Yes, well, I couldn't just leave you here. Of course I had to come as soon as I heard. And don't worry about the money. A few of the Amis have pitched in. None of us will be left without money.
That’s a relief. I hardly have the money to pay Marius and I’s rent, let alone repay you for my bail.
Courfeyrac laughed nervously.
I would have made it work, of course! But, ah.. You know.
He reached through the bars of the cell to grab Combeferre’s hand and gently squeeze it.
I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you as a friend. Thank you for coming, cher. There’s only so much charm that will work on these dreadfully boring officers.
Combeferre squeezed Courf’s hands back, grateful to see he was still in good spirits.
I will always be here for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you my dear Courfeyrac. And I’m sure a nice sum of money will work handsomely on an officer who is somehow uncharmed by you. I will have you out of here in no time.
Oh, Ferre..
Courfeyrac smiled, soft and genuine. What did he do to deserve this man in his life?
I wish I could find the words to properly thank you. You really are far more than I deserve! I’d certainly be a mess without you here.
Just let me get you out of here and that will be thanks enough for me.
He squeezed Courfeyrac’s hand once more before letting go.
I will be back momentarily. Let me speak with the guard. Hopefully they will be willing to let you out without any charges. But even if you are charged with something, I will be content with you on this side of the bars for the moment.
Alright. I shall be waiting, mon ami! In the meantime, consider me your damsel in distress.
Courf tilted his head, his soft smile turning more playful. He gave Ferre a wink, then turned away to sit on the mattress in the cell.
It took Combeferre much longer than he had anticipated to find an officer, convince him to let Courfeyrac go free, pay the bail, and get him to come back to unlock the cell to let Courfeyrac out, but it did eventually happen.
The moment the cell was open, Ferre pulled him into a hug, glad that he was finally able to walk free.
You are alright, Courfeyrac?
I was told you were taken to jail. I’ve come to bail you out.
@combe-ferris-wheel
Ferre! My lovely knight in shining armor. You were rather quick with your arrival.
..I hope this doesn’t cost you much. I’ll repay you, if you want. I’d rather stay here than know I was the reason you’re left with little money.
He blushed when Courfeyrac called him his "knight in shining armor" and adjusted his glasses while trying to hide his face slightly.
Yes, well, I couldn't just leave you here. Of course I had to come as soon as I heard. And don't worry about the money. A few of the Amis have pitched in. None of us will be left without money.
That’s a relief. I hardly have the money to pay Marius and I’s rent, let alone repay you for my bail.
Courfeyrac laughed nervously.
I would have made it work, of course! But, ah.. You know.
He reached through the bars of the cell to grab Combeferre’s hand and gently squeeze it.
I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you as a friend. Thank you for coming, cher. There’s only so much charm that will work on these dreadfully boring officers.
Combeferre squeezed Courf’s hands back, grateful to see he was still in good spirits.
I will always be here for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you my dear Courfeyrac. And I’m sure a nice sum of money will work handsomely on an officer who is somehow uncharmed by you. I will have you out of here in no time.
Oh, Ferre..
Courfeyrac smiled, soft and genuine. What did he do to deserve this man in his life?
I wish I could find the words to properly thank you. You really are far more than I deserve! I’d certainly be a mess without you here.
Just let me get you out of here and that will be thanks enough for me.
He squeezed Courfeyrac’s hand once more before letting go.
I will be back momentarily. Let me speak with the guard. Hopefully they will be willing to let you out without any charges. But even if you are charged with something, I will be content with you on this side of the bars for the moment.
