all the qualities of a centre

Coufeyrac: Actor. Student. Paladin. Sunshine. Centre. Indie Courfeyrac RP blog Mun+Muse 18+ Run by fleursetrevolution Sidebar image by flockeinc

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

“For me.” Combeferre had honestly no idea that Courfeyrac had been feeling like this, and he almost felt bad – he’d clearly been too wrapped up in his world to notice his friend’s feelings. “I’m sorry, I had no idea – I should’ve noticed. Courf, you know you could’ve told me, right? No matter how I feel about you, you can tell me anything.” Brow furrowed, he squeezed his friend’s hand gently. “Whatever you need. I”m sorry I wasn’t able to be here for you through this one – did you talk to anyone about it?”

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac nodded slowly as he stared at their hands. He needed time to process this, that this was really happening and it wasn’t just another of his dreams from which he’d wake up, sad and alone. “You shouldn’t have noticed, I worked so hard to keep you from knowing,” he whispered. “It’s okay that you weren’t here for me! I was afraid for you to know. I didn’t want you to hate me.” Courfeyrac paused, taking a deep breath and looking up at Combeferre, adoration twinkling in his eyes. “I really am in love with you.”

[sunshine-memes]

Sick sentence starters

“When was the last time you checked your temperature?” “Are you feeling any better?” “You really don’t look good…” “Shit, your fever’s really high, we need to get this down.” “How long have you been throwing up for?” “Have you gotten any sleep?” “You’ve been sick for how long? And you didn’t say anything because?” “C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.” “I made you tea, you need to stay hydrated.” “Do you think you can handle some soup?” “I know you don’t feel well, but you have to eat — just something light.” “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this sick…” “You really, really need to get some rest.”

[etiennecombeferre]

“I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” -detestelaparticule

“I - I just need to finish one more paper - please.. just one more cup of coffee-” Combeferre argued weakly, rubbing at his eyes and smearing an ink stain on his cheek.

[etiennecombeferre]

“I will… I’ll try go faster… I mean - it is really nearly done… I suppose I could do the proof-reading in the morning… just finish writing tonight.” He frowned, “But please, love.. don’t feel you need to stay up with me.” Combeferre didn’t want Courfeyrac losing sleep too.

[detestelaparticule]

“You don’t have to finish writing tonight, Ferre, I hope you realise that,” he whispered hopefully comfortingly. He gently rubbed the other’s shoulder, offering a small smile. “Of course I need to stay up with you. I have to prove to you how bad this is, I have to be here to make sure you go to sleep after this”

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

“Are you trying to talk me out of it?” Bemused, Combeferre raised an eyebrow, reaching out to take his friend’s hand. It’d been surprisingly easy to accept this all as fact – Courf was in love with him, and he was in love with Courf. Simple. Expected. He was taking it much better than Courf was, clearly. “Of course I love you, Courf – why would you doubt that?” They’d always been together, be it platonic or romantic, and he’d never thought to question it. Was it such a stretch to move forward from the cuddling and hand holding, to – kissing? Very little was going to change, he was certain. “Is this why you’ve been so nervous? Courf, you’re brilliant and beautiful – and just a spectacular person. You’re so kind to everyone - why wouldn’t I love you?”

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac shook his head, blushing a bit and staring at their hands. Combeferre was holding his hand and wasn’t upset. In fact, he was the exact opposite. He was absolutely ecstatic. “I knew you love me, like - I figured friend-love, but I didn’t know you were in love with me,” he breathed out, his voice scarcely above a whisper. It was scary and exciting and fantastic all at once. ”I don’t know. I just never thought that you would really love me, I guess. Not like this. But - but I don’t want to lose your love, I don’t want to not have your love. This is why I’ve been so nervous. It’s because I’m lovesick.”

[angstmemes]

worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

[etiennecombeferre]

“I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” -detestelaparticule

“I - I just need to finish one more paper - please.. just one more cup of coffee-” Combeferre argued weakly, rubbing at his eyes and smearing an ink stain on his cheek.

[etiennecombeferre]

“Courf–” Combeferre tried to argue. “I was about you say that you need to sleep - but I guess it’d be a bit hypocritical, huh?” He gave a weak chuckle. “Thanks.” He took the coffee and set it beside him, looking back to the papers. “It’s almost done… like.. three hours to go.”

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac nodded, clinging to his coffee and stifling a yawn. “Yeah. Much as I’d love to sleep, to drag you to bed - I know I can’t,” he mumbled, sitting down and tucking his legs up under him. “Three hours is not almost done, for the record, Ferre. But - but I’ll be up just like you. So get it done.”

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

Somehow, Combeferre wasn’t surprised – maybe he’d always seen this coming, maybe he’d always known. They were certainly close, closer than some of the couples they knew, and more than one person had mistaken them for one; his own parents liked to joke and ask when the wedding would be. Furthermore, he couldn’t bring himself to be upset, or even uncomfortable – no, he was happy, and even that wasn’t a surprise. Maybe he’d just been waiting for Courf to feel comfortable enough to say something. His lips split into a wide grin, and he ducked his head, eyes crinkling in his joy. “–Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, wanting to comfort his friend. “Courf, I’m not upset. I’m – I feel the same way.” And it’s true, as soon as he says it, he knows its true, it always has been.

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac forced himself to peek open his eyes after a seemingly endless silence from Combeferre. He had been absolutely prepared for him to be disgusted, to be upset or irritated or hate him. But that didn’t happen. Combeferre was smiling, even. He wasn’t mad or disgusted. “---What - what do you mean, you feel the same? You can’t. You- you’re so brilliant and hot and I’m - I’m just your friend. There’s nothing special about me and I mean we don’t exactly have all the same interests, are you sure you love me?” Okay, that sounded really awful. Courfeyrac ddn’t want him to not love him, but he just couldn’t believe this. 

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

“It’s me,” Combeferre repeated, not quite comprehending at first – what was him? Was he terrifying Courfeyrac? Was he what Courf needed? Or – “I’m causing this, or you – get like this around me, or–” he almost couldn’t bring himself to ask, afraid that he’d make a fool of himself. “Courf, do you – that is, do – you have romantic feelings – towards me? Is that what this is about?” Biting his bottom lip, he kept his gaze carefully on his friend’s face, watching his expression. “I mean – I don’t want to assume, but–”

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac let out a breath he didn’t quite realise that he was holding as he nodded at all of Combeferre’s words. He couldn’t keep himself from it. He just - he couldn’t lie to him anymore. It wasn’t okay any longer. “Yeah, I get like this around you, yeah, you’re causing it, yeah, it’s you.” He paused, his voice having gotten shakier and quieter as he spoke. “Yeah, I - love you.” Courfeyrac shut his eyes tightly, letting out a tiny whimper. He didn’t know how Combeferre was going to react. 

[flockeinc]

For Valentine’s Day you get my second favorite les mis pairing:

Combeferre x Moth :)))))

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

“Jehan’s not a–” Cutting off, Combeferre hesitated, knowing he was about to point out the obvious – maybe Courf wasn’t sick. Which meant it had something to do with something in their friend’s area of expertise: poetry, Romanticism, philosophy, love? Could that be it? The blushing, the ache in his chest, the stumbling, the general anxiety symptoms – did Courf have a crush on someone. “Would you like me to call him and ask him to come over? If you don’t think I can help with this – if you’re not actually sick, if there’s nothing I can do, I’ll call him. I’d rather you be happy and feel okay, I won’t be offended.”

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac tried to swallow the terrified lump in his throat, shaking his head. “N-no, don’t call him. I - I already - you already know about this, I don’t need anyone else knowing. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I don’t know. God, no audition, class, day, anything has been as scary as this is.” He paused, forcing himself to look up at Combeferre. “It’s you--” he got out before faltering, feeling slightly nauseous. 

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

@detestelaparticule

Courfeyrac practically instinctually leaned into Combeferre’s touch, sighing softly. Only a few moments later, however, he forced himself to pull his face away, shaking his head. “I’m not feverish,” he mumbled weakly as he took a few steps backwards and stared at the ground yet again. The ground was safe and didn’t worry when he blushed. And it wasn’t absolutely gorgeous either, another benefit for the time being. “It’s something else. Just forget it Ferre, please? I just - I can’t tell you what this is. It’s a private matter between me and my brain. You can definitely help without knowing any more. Definitely.”

That stung, and Combeferre couldn’t help the hurt that flitted over his expression – they didn’t keep secrets from each other. They’d been best friends for - ever - and he didn’t know what to do with the information that Courf was trying to keep something from him. Logically, though, he knew he had to respect the man’s decision, and he took a step back, putting good foot between them – though it felt so much more. “Okay. I’m sorry, I won’t press if you’re not comfotable telling me. I still think you should go lay down.”

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac was glad that he was looking at the ground at the moment that Combeferre let that look onto his face. If he had seen it he surely would have crumbled, all resolve gone and the big secret spilled, the doctor told of Courfeyrac's love for him. "I shouldn't have come to you about this. I really shouldn't have. Maybe... maybe I should have gone to Jehan. He could have helped, he knows a lot about these things." Was that saying too much? Maybe Combeferre wouldn't actually think about it at all. Maybe Courfeyrac had just ruined everything and lost his best friend too.

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

@detestelaparticule

Courfeyrac let out a whining sigh, leaning into the gentle touch. He really loved Combeferre. Nothing was good about that situation. “It isn’t anxiety, I’m anactor, I don’t have anxiety. Trust me,” he insisted weakly, shaking his head stubbornly and leaning back just slightly to look up at Combeferre, probably a bad idea considering how red his face still was. “I’m not thinking about anything. Nothing that could cause a reaction, at least. I just – it happens around…. Certain people. Person. A lot.”

“Courf, I’m the only person around right now.” He bit back the urge to argue that Courfeyrac’s occupation didn’t prevent anxiety disorders, choosing instead to focus on what the man was telling him. His face was very red, and the doctor immediately cupped his cheek to feel for a fever. “Have I done something to make you anxious, or – upset? Or is it something else? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me everything.” 

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac practically instinctually leaned into Combeferre's touch, sighing softly. Only a few moments later, however, he forced himself to pull his face away, shaking his head. "I'm not feverish," he mumbled weakly as he took a few steps backwards and stared at the ground yet again. The ground was safe and didn't worry when he blushed. And it wasn't absolutely gorgeous either, another benefit for the time being. "It's something else. Just forget it Ferre, please? I just - I can't tell you what this is. It's a private matter between me and my brain. You can definitely help without knowing any more. Definitely."

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

His concern only increased, and he lifted a hand to card his fingers through his friend’s curls gently. He’d never seen Courfeyrac so affected by something before – his usual cheerful manner seemed almost gone, and Combeferre could only frown at the weak chuckle. “–It still sounds quite a bit like anxiety, Courf,” he replied, brow furrowing. “Can you tell me what you’re thinking about when it happens? What brings it on?” He hoped it wasn’t him, but it getting worse at the hug made him worry.

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac let out a whining sigh, leaning into the gentle touch. He really loved Combeferre. Nothing was good about that situation. “It isn’t anxiety, I’m an actor, I don’t have anxiety. Trust me,” he insisted weakly, shaking his head stubbornly and leaning back just slightly to look up at Combeferre, probably a bad idea considering how red his face still was. “I’m not thinking about anything. Nothing that could cause a reaction, at least. I just – it happens around…. Certain people. Person. A lot.”

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

Oh. Right, well, he would analyze that at a later date when Courf wasn’t so obviously miserable, because his friend came first. “Hey – you have me,” he replied softly, moving over to squeeze his shoulder gently. “You always have me, Courf. Whatever you need, just – tell me how I ca help and I will. You know that.” Smiling, he tugged the shorter man to his chest and hugged him close, trying to be comforting.

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac nodded, smiling at the contact – also blushing – and leaning against his taller friend gratefully. “Thank you,” he mumbled, not sure what else to say. He knew what he wanted to say, to scream from the mountaintops as loudly as he could, he wanted to scream that not only did he love Combeferre, but he was hopelessly and probably forever in love with him. Yes, there was a difference. “Chest feels tight again.” He let out a weak chuckle. Maybe Combeferre would figure it out, wouldn’t be mad, maybe would even share the same feelings? That would be ideal.

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

It didn’t sound good, and Combeferre had to fight the urge to dig out his med books and do some research – later, after Courf was resting peacefully. “It sounds like maybe anxiety,” he began, hesitantly, “but why don’t you go lay down and I’ll be right in with some water. Do you need anything else? Food, or – anything?” He had to take care of his best friend, and – well, Courf was important. If he could make the man’s life easier, he would do so.

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac frowned, shaking his head at Combeferre’s words. He needed to come clean, he felt so bad lying like this. “It’s not anxiety,” he mumbled weakly, staring at his feet and fiddling with his hands nervously. Well, his actions clearly disagreed with his words. “I just need you is all.” Shit, that probably came out badly, Combeferre probably figured it out, he was probably fucked now.

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

“I can’t make a decision without knowing what’s wrong,” Ferre admitted, hesitating slightly. “For now, why don’t you go get comfortable and put on a movie and I’ll get you some water and you can rest for a while? How does that sound?” The little sigh he’d given made the med student’s chest ache, and he felt the inexplicable need to protect the man – luckily, he could. “I’m here, I promise.

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac nodded, dark curls bouncing slightly. He was okay with resting, as long as Combeferre would be there with him at least as long as he could be. “I - well, my palms get sweaty sometimes?” he shrugged, staring at the ground instead of at Combeferre, if he looked at Combeferre he would probably end up blushing brightly. “Sometimes my chest feels tight and my cheeks get hot and I can’t focus on anything much---” And he barely even realised how worrisome all of that sounded.

[asgxntle]

"Ferre, I think I'm sick, you should take care of me." Lovesick, of course, but lovesick about Combeferre, so, basically, Courfeyrac was desperate for any reason to spend time with him. -detestelaparticule

Almost immediately, Combeferre was there, concerned for his best friend. He hadn’t been acting sick, or particularly dramatic about it, but if he said it, well – Ferre believed him. “Are you alright? What do you need? Have you taken anything?”

[asgxntle]

“I’m here,” Ferre replied automatically, moving over to squeeze his friend’s shoulder comfortingly. It never crossed his mind that Courfeyrac was lying, only that his friend needed support. He cared too much about him to do otherwise. “What can I do?”

[detestelaparticule]

Courfeyrac let out a low whine at the comforting touch, a noise that could be missed easily or mistaken as a sigh. He hoped it was, so he wouldn’t have to even try to explain that. “I - I don’t know, I know law and acting, how am I supposed to know what you should do? Just don’t leave me.” He could list off symptoms, he supposed, ones that he found himself dealing with a majority of the time if he even so much as thought about Combeferre, but that could also spell disaster, could land him in the hospital and make Combeferre worry needlessly.