THE CENTER OF AMIS.

COURFEYRAC . the others gave more light, he gave more heat   ;   the TRUTH is that he had all the qualities of a center — roundness & radiance !

[diaboliquespirt]

MAGICITSCLF.

˚ ˖ :  *   ––––––––––      he shuffles the deck of cards for the third time in a row.   it’s just MUSCLE MEMORY for his hands to work through while he sits in the café ,  really ,  but there is some fun to be had on a slow day with some cards.   he spreads the cards in a line on the table & stares at them for a beat before looking up to someone sitting nearby.          ❛    hey  ——  like magic tricks ?    ❜           NO ,  it’s not real magic.   well  —  it’s MOSTLY not real magic.   he does enjoy adding a bit extra to the few card parlor tricks he knows.

                    every day on the dot, courfeyrac would stride into the café and order himself      (   and sometimes enjolras    )       a cup of coffee before going out to enjoy the rest of his day.  on THIS particular day, he brought his laptop to do some research.            ❛    magic tricks ?    ❜            he took a quick sip of his coffee before smiling.            ❛    yeah, i guess i do.  have any good ones ?    ❜          he closed his laptop before moving over to merlin and sitting down across from him.

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LIBERTEAMANT.

                   it’s bizarre hearing the words HAPPY & GRANTIARE together in the same sentence.  they simply didn’t go together.   grantaire ?  HAPPILY IN LOVE ?   seemed fake.   grantaire couldn’t he  ——  he didn’t believe in love.   he didn’t believe in anything.   he only believed in  …    ( enjolras remembers blue eyes & the feeling of a hand clasped in his own before bullet fire.  he told himself not to be selfish here  …  but the idea that grantaire believed in someone else ,  would DIE for someone else ,  festered an ugly bitter feeling within his chest. )   enjorlas nodded.          ❛   revolting.   ❜           a half thought of agreement to courfeyrac.   a part of him wanted to then pick at how courfeyrac reported she made grantaire act.  happy  …  DRINKING LESS of all things !   how many times had enjorlas told grantaire to toss away his bottle or sober up ?   why did he listen to this — this MISTRESS he hardly knew rather than the man he claimed to believe in so ?   grantaire’s death told enjolras that the man would follow him to the ends of the earth  …  but what about this girl made grantaire LISTEN in the way he would never listen to enjolras ?   apparently ,  with grantaire ,  there was no respect to be given to the man you would die for ,  but some hussie bats her eyes at him & suddenly he’s puddy in her hands.   TYPICAL.   romantic love was obnoxious & poisonous.         & this may be what poison tastes like.        he took a deep breath ,  trying to shove the sour emotions he felt ,  but didn’t understand ,  away.          ❛   —— she must be a witch.  to enchant grantaire’s mind away from his bottles.   ❜           perhaps he could not completely push away his bitterness.

                         his eyes are GLUED to enjolras’ face, trying to make out what he was thinking. all of this must come as a huge shock to him. if it didn’t, then courfeyrac didn’t know his friend all that well. he knew that his friend was thinking just BASED on his response. that distant agreement only meant that his thoughts were louder than anything else right now. that made him nervous. he shouldn’t be. there was no reason. HE SHOULDN’T BE. and besides, what should he be nervous about? enjolras doing something rash? him going off to find grantaire and yell? that, actually, can fall under the “doing something rash” umbrella. enj wouldn’t do that. he’s more civil than that. he can handle this      .   .   .      right? his throat dried up not really knowing the answer. his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, his eyes still never leaving enjolras’ face. oh, how he wished combeferre was here to handle this! courfeyrac did his best with trying to solve problems, but he was nothing like combeferre. ferre just GOT IT. he understood the problem and what to do next about it. all courfeyrac could do was listen and offer weak advice then offer a sucker and a sticker for sharing their feelings. it never solved anything. he knew that he couldn’t solve anything without making it worse to begin with. with a small sigh, he reached out and grabbed enjolras’ hand giving it a soft squeeze of reassurance.            ❛    hey.    ❜            he breathed.            ❛    why don’t we go get something to eat? it’ll be my treat. then we can watch movies or something      ------      maybe even go to the bar? it’s up to you, enj.    ❜            he didn’t know if that would help but he needed to distract his friend from this. there was SOMETHING going on in his head and courfeyrac didn’t quite like how it sat with him.

[diaboliquespirt]

LIBERTEAMANT.

                    a silence passes not for enjolras to process the information ,  which easily fit together ,  but for his mind to run over it a second time as if making sure what he heard was completely correct.   the clarification was not needed ,  HE KNEW WHAT DATING MEANT ,  but  …  now ,  grantaire was no celebrate man of any sort but for him to settle seemed something just as odd as the thought.   at meetings he’d made points to annoy the others of singing of wine & girls.   he made no hide of lustful gazes at beautiful women & claimed he could have any girl he wanted despite how he had been called IMPOSSIBLE by so many rejecting ones.   his brow furrowed.   he had never thought this would come to pass  …  & he couldn’t quite place on why that fact upset him so.           ❛   grantaire ?   DATING ?   ——  is the girl ill ??   ❜            surely ,  that had to be so.   a girl not right in the head.   grantaire was too in love with the wine & too hateful of the world to process love within it & entertain dating.

                         the brief silence makes him NERVOUS. he doesn’t understand why though. there shouldn’t be any reason nor need to be nervous. it was just enjolras. his friend      ------------      well, his BEST friend. they were having a normal conversation. if you could call talking about a friend’s dating life normal.               ❛      no. no, no. rapunzel is NORMAL. as normal as she can get, i guess. she’s off but not ill, per say. in fact, she reminds me a lot of cosette due to how bright she is.      ❜               he nods curtly.               ❛      and grantaire seems to like her A LOT. he’s even been drinking less, which is nice but weird considering that he’s always had a bottle sewn to his lips. i’d say that they are very happy together      ------------      D I S G U S T I N G.      ❜               if only he could tell enjolras the truth of why grantaire even started dating her in the first place. that reason was SWORN to secrecy and would be taken to his grave.

[diaboliquespirt]

CONFLICTMADE.

               NORMALLY, AHSOKA SAVED HER TEARS for when she was in private. there were few times that she was brought to the point of tears in front of anyone else, this was one of those times, it seemed. pressing her head into courf’s shoulder, she hugged him tight. maybe – maybe she wasn’t as alone in this world as she thought. maybe she’d be okay.      “ thank you, courf. ”      she murmured quietly. 

                    this was his specialty. he loved comforting friends when they needed it and ahsoka was no different. they became fast friends after their first meeting      :      mainly thanks to sass. he knew that she never really showed her emotional side      (   unless it was ANGER  )      so it was very unnerving when she came to him like this. if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t know WHAT to do, but figured that she was just like everyone else      :      just hug until they want to talk. it worked. he pressed a light kiss on her head before nodding slowly.               ❛      you’re welcome, ahsoka. if you need or want to talk i’m here for you.      ❜

[diaboliquespirt]

it's tradition!

it was new year’s eve   &   albeit this year has been a whirlwind for him, courfeyrac was having a great time spending the night with his dear friends.   there was enjolras, grantaire,   &   grantaire’s new girlfriend, rapunzel.   they both looked happy together.   plus, they looked rather nice sitting next to each other.   he could definitely see the change in grantaire  :  he was happier, drinking less,   &   loving life more.

it was new year’s eve which meant that when midnight struck everyone would be giving their significant other     (  or not, it depends  )     a kiss to welcome in the new year.   he tried doing research on why people kissed, but, as per usual, he got DISTRACTED by other matters that were more important.   in fact, if he could recall correctly, it was grantaire coming to see him about enjolras.   that matter took up half of courfeyrac’s day.

it was new year’s eve   &   he found himself sitting next to enjolras on his couch with his feet propped up in enjolras’ lap.   his eyes were glued to the television as the ball in times square was dropping.   a smile grew on his lips as he chanted down the mere seconds until the new year.               ❛      five!     .  .  .     four!     .  .  .     three!     .  .  .     two!     .  .  .     one!     .  .  .     HAPPY NEW YEAR!      ❜               he yelled almost at the top of his lungs.   his gaze drifted over to grantaire   &   rapunzel who were already kissing.   that small act made his stomach churn   &   he didn’t even have anything to drink BESIDES that one glass of sparkling grape juice.   quickly, he turned his head to focus in on enjolras who also seemed to have noticed the kiss going on.

it took him a few seconds before he fully registered what his friend had said.   “it’s tradition.”   eyebrows knitted together as he finally pieced together what enjolras meant.   tradition     .  .  .          new years     .  .  .          KISS!   courfeyrac sat up quickly, brown eyes the size of saucers, staring at his best friend.   he was granted permission to kiss him!   &   most importantly, he WASN’T drunk!

wait     .  .  .          this COULDN’T be happening.   was this happening?   of course!   no.   he was dead for sure.   he caught his lower lip between his teeth, debating.   a brief moment goes by.               ❛      ah screw it, i’m not passing up this chance,      ❜                he breaths as he moves to straddle his friend’s lap.   hands quickly go to cup either side of enjolras’ face   &   he doesn’t wait to bend down to kiss him.   the kiss doesn’t last long, only a matter of seconds, but to courfeyrac it feels like a CENTURY.   he had kissed all of his friends before, this wasn’t anything new.   it was the PERSON who he was kissing who was.   enjolras was the person who didn’t like it all that much.   yes, he was rather affectionate, but only on HIS terms.   the only other time that courfeyrac had kissed enjolras was when he was really drunk   &   since then it had been his dream to kiss him again but when he was sober.   god bless 2017.

when he pulls away, a big smile appears on his lips.               ❛      thank you for a great start to the new year.   now i can rub it into R’s face that i’ve kissed you TWICE now.   this time though, it’s much more memorable.      ❜               he beams as he places a quick peck on enjolras’ forehead.

NEW YEAR’S KISS MEME.          //              @liberteamant

[diaboliquespirt]

FASTBOII.

he doesn’t know this guy but in two sentences he’s made it quick to tommy’s favorites.   a grin splits across the speedster’s face.   it’s people like this that tommy fully supports having more of in his life.   no questions or comments :  JUST DELIVERY & SUPPORT.   sitting up ,  tommy happily clapped the guy on the back as a friendly gesture.           ❛    THAT’S what i like to hear !   i like you !    what kinda people are we talkin’ about ,  buddy ?    ❜

his brain starts running at a hundred miles per hour going through his FRIEND DATABASE for people who would be up for some spontaneous making out  &  pizza.      (   some of those probably would do anything for pizza, but NOT THE POINT.   )      his nose scrunches up as he’s thinking ,  hoping that would help him figure out who faster.   it doesn’t.          ❛      aw, thank you!      ------------      okay ,  well ,  i guess it all depends on your preferred gender.   don’t worry ,  i have some for BOTH.   for the female direction     :     we have cosette ,  although she’s the sister to enjolras  &  he WOULD NOT approve.   there’s ahsoka but i’m pretty sure she would punch you in the face.   maybe rapunzel?   she’s dating grantaire though   .  .  .      violet would be up for it ,  she’s my favorite barista at starbucks.   for the male direction     :     we have grantaire ,  i’m not TOO SURE on what you mean by   “hot company”   he’s okay looking ,  but not my preferred choice  &  he’s dating rapunzel.   enjolras is another one ,  we’d have to get him drunk that’s a downside ,  however the plus side is that he’s got INCREDIBLY SOFT lips      ------------      trust me on this.   alex could possibly be up for it ,  he’s leaning towards the hot actor side of the spectrum.   if all else fails ,  i can take you to a bar  &  be your wingman.      ❜

[diaboliquespirt]

FASTBOII.

he falls back in his chair ,  fingers running through WHITE HAIR as he sighs.            ❛    what’s a guy gotta do for a free pizza n’ some hot company to make out with around here ,  huh ?    ❜         admittedly ,  the free pizza part is a walk in the park for him.  hot company ?   not as easy as zipping in & out a pizza shop.

     an eyebrow quirked up as he looked over to the white haired man.   there was a voice in the back of his mind that told him to stop, but did courfeyrac EVER listen to that?   no.   plus, this person didn’t SEEM to be that bad.               ❛      to make out with?   i MAY have a few people up for that      .  .  .      ❜

[diaboliquespirt]

LIBERTEAMANT.

       ❛   courfeyrac ——   ❜            there was a time in his life where, if he did not see grantaire for a day, he’d calling it a blessing.   a day of progress in the meetings of the amis.   a few days in perhaps he’d show concern but now, with only two of his amis by his side, a mere two days without grantaire’s presence is enough to bother him.   he saw him, once.   a picture sent yesterday from courf of him, a smiling grantaire       ( SMILING ! )      & some blonde girl enjolras didn’t recognize.   something he was NOT jealous about, obviously but  ——  he WAS curious.  curious is all.          ❛   you’ve seen grantaire lately.  where has he been?  ❜

                              he should have KNOWN that this day was going to be coming soon.   it wasn’t everyday that grantaire had a girlfriend who actually made him smile      &      be a BETTER person.   courfeyrac liked how this girl could make grantaire smile, it was a nice view.   although, he made ONE FATAL FLAW      &      sent enjolras a picture of the two.   he wanted to take it back, but couldn’t.   he still felt really bad about it.   he gulped past the rock that lodged itself in his throat      &      looked at enjolras, TRYING to smile.               ❛      uh     .  .  .   well.   he has gotten CLOSE with rapunzel, the lady in the picture i accidentally sent you.   he has been hanging around her more than us.   they’re VERY CLOSE, enjolras, as in dating     .  .  .   like courting.      ❜

[diaboliquespirt]

CONFLICTMADE.

               “ —– please don’t go. ”

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                             ❛      i won’t.   not until you tell me too.      ❜               he looked at ahsoka with a small frown tugging his lips down.   he reached over      &      pulled her into a hug.

[diaboliquespirt]

OFMAGNUSBANE.

Magnus stood in the middle of Pandemonium very drunk and very ready for even more alcohol. Using this magic he stopped the music, aiming a spotlight on himself. “Free drinks all night to anybody who can entertain me.” He smirked strolling around. “How about you?” He asked pointing to the first person he saw.

                    HEAD TILTS WHEN HE SEES A man illuminated by a spotlight.      courfeyrac’s head was POUNDING      ;;      his vision was slowly going BLURRY      ;;      he was SURE that is speech would be SLURRED if he tried to speak          ------          this can all be in thanks to the alcohol slowly taking effect.       the man wasn’t TOO bad looking.      he was taken aback, however, when the other pointed at him, asking him to entertain him.      courfeyrac could do that          ------          he was GOOD at entertaining people.      a smirk picks up the corners of his mouth as he steps forward, eyebrows raising slightly.            ❛    and HOW d'you want me to entertain YOU?    ❜

[diaboliquespirt]

HAN SOLO!

“I want three things answered, and then I might be inclined to answer your question. Which galaxy are we in, where is my ship and most importantly: where is CHEWIE?”

                              ❝     UM.   I CANNOT ANSWER THOSE  questions for you.   i CAN however direct you to the nearest library for the galaxy question, the marine for your ship,  &  the animal shelter for   .  .  .     chewie?     ❞

[diaboliquespirt]

NEWT!

              HE HAS TO THINK ABOUT IT  but, no, he’s positive he’s never met this fellow in his life nor has he ever been called MARIUS at that so that’s two things off about the man’s assumed recognition of him.  his face isn’t one of those that you mistake often so this is new for him, truly, but  …  this happens to everyone at least once, RIGHT?  being mistaken for someone else.   (   he seems so utterly certain, though.  a wonder who this marius fellow may be.  )         ❛    i  ––––––  no, I’M SORRY, i  …  THINK you have me mistaken for someone else.  i don’t know an enjolras  …  or a MARIUS, for that matter.  sorry.    ❜          and he truly is, sorry that is.  the man’s face seemed to light up so at the thought of newt being his friend.  marius must be a lucky person.

                              FOR THE SECOND TIME IN  this conversation, his heart skipped a beat.   his smile quickly turned down.   the twinkle in his eyes dulled  &  his face scrunched up slightly in confusion.   this couldn’t be.   this man was the SPITING image of marius.   this didn’t make any sense     ------------     none at all.   he felt tears prickle behind his eyes  &  he rubbed them quickly, hoping to send them away before they fell.   he shook his head, trying to sort everything out.   how can there be a marius -- lookalike?   it   .  .  .     nothing made sense!   this century was very confusing  &  courfeyrac didn’t like it one bit anymore.   he wanted to go back to familiarity, to go back to france, to go back HOME.               ❝     i     ------     my apologies, monsieur.   you are the spitting image of a dear friend of mine.   i  truly  am sorry about this.   i     ------     i should go, pardon for interrupting your day.     ❞               he tried to force a smile, but his muscles wouldn’t respond.   they stayed fixed in a frown.   he took a shaky breath as a single tear slipped down his cheek.

[diaboliquespirt]

NEWT!

            WHILE HE’S STILL NOT SURE HOW,  nor is he quite inclined to worry himself too much over it,    (  or at all.  he’s not so much a worrier.  as long as his case is with him & shut, there’s not much for him to fret about.  )    the NEW YORK CITY he’s in is not the new york city he last left.  THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2016    ––––––––––    he hasn’t wondered yet if he may be dead or alive but he has pondered if anything new has been discovered in terms of magical creatures.  he hasn’t much talked to anyone either   (  why should he?  he’s usually quite a bother, after all.  )    but as he hears mumbled out words behind him he looks around &, seeing no other, takes it upon himself to answer.  someone should, after all.  there’s an awkward but ENTIRELY FRIENDLY smile with his words.          ❛    i’m  ––––––  not american.  wouldn’t really know !  …  can’t say i know many frenchmen either, come to think of it.     ❜

                              HE TURNS TOWARDS THE VOICE  not fully knowing who he was going to see.   then again, he has seen some very peculiar people walking about this city.     (   &  more often than not, they SCARED him to the point where he’d often find himself having nightmares.   )     his mouth turned upwards automatically     ------------     which was a curse  &  a blessing in such sorts.   when his eyes landed on the man’s face, his heart skipped a beat!   marius!   there was a warning sign that he should’ve been listening to  :   this man doesn’t know many frenchmen.   courfeyrac didn’t pay attention that,  obviously.   he was glad to see his best friend here!   it wouldn’t be so LONELY.               ❝    MARIUS!   you don’t know frenchmen?   you are  utterly  impossible some times.   oh, come on!   you know enjolras!   i introduced you to him.     ❞

[natehopkins]

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COSETTE!

               a magazine was settled between cosette’s fingers as her eyes scanned the pages looking for the PERFECT hairstyle. she wanted to do something different and fun; this century had thousands of hair styles she would have never even thought of.      “ courf, ”      she said, giving him a smile that could only mean trouble,      “ et si je coloré mes cheveux? ”

                              RIPPED PAGES FROM MAGAZINES WERE   sprawled out around him.   he was that person who didn’t care about the fact that he was so -- called     “   ruining   ”     the magazines.   it was EASIER than tagging the page in all honesty.   plus, a single page was EASIER than pinning up an   e n t i r e   magazine.   his attention was grabbed to the blonde girl sitting next to him when she spoke his name.   he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that THIS was the beauty that marius had pinned after.                    ❝     hm?     ❞                   his head tilted, sending his curls bouncing about his face.   his smile lopsided  &  carefree.   although it DID fade away when she spoke of coloring her hair.   he blinked a few times, trying to picture her with a whole new color.   he didn’t like it.                   ❝     cosette!   non!   une mauvaise idée.   vous pouvez colorer les conseils.     ❞

[diaboliquespirt]

Combeferre: Oh my god, did you put glitter in the laundry detergent?

Courfeyrac: Oh yeah, I’m experimenting with some new entrepreneurial ideas. That one’s called—Sparkle Suds. Dress loud.

Combeferre: Will you stop putting glitter in everything? This morning you put glitter in the butter.

Courfeyrac: Disco Dairy. Spread the party.

[diaboliquespirt]

LILY!

it were moments like these in which lily wonders why they don’t even attempt to bring some muggle subjects to hogwarts ( except the studies about them, obviously ) as she felt herself unable to answer. shifting her weight from one feet to the other, she shrugged her shoulders once almost casually. “i don’t know really. sorry.”

                              A SIGH RUSHES PAST HIS   lips as he looks at the lady with the fiery hair.   the only time he has seen hair like that was on jehan, but they had more of a softer color.   it is beautiful nonetheless.                    ❝     no need to apologize, madam.   he was a very brave, passionate young man who fought for the freedom of france.   i am  still  proud to call him my friend  &  that i fought beside him.     ❞