Master of the House

((An Indie Thenardier RP blog)) A man, righteous and despicable as any other. One only wants what one deserves. And one is entitled to do what they must to obtain what is owed them. Immeasurable by the usual standards; Husband, father, charlatan, and thief.Canon!verse-Sacha Baron Cohen Modern!verse-Dylan Moran ||-Mun is of age-|| ~ #dolingoutthecharm

[incorrectlesmisquotes]

What am I supposed to do with my children? Keep them in my house? Where I LIVE?

Thenardier (via incorrectlesmisquotes)

[barricades-and-patria]

Unlikely Attachments ~ Enjolras and Thenardier [[Closed]]

[barricades-and-patria]

Enjolras couldn’t stop himself from outright scowling at the man when he yanked at their shackles. “And do you know where we might go?” He spit out the response, pairing it with a somewhat accusatory tone. He still refused to admit that he had no idea where exactly they were, though he assumed the shifty man chained to him could already tell as much by his actions and clothing. Dirty and foul as this man was, Enjolras could tell he was clever. He refused to underestimate the conman but also couldn’t bring himself to feel any sort of respect for him. 

“Perhaps if we could get back to where this all started, I could get my less unsavory friends to help us out of this.” Enjolras resigned to hoping he could ask the other Les Amis for help. Surly one of them knew how to pick a lock, right? Perhaps Gavroche? 

[doling-out-the-charm]

Thenardier looked back up at the irritated young man he was cuffed to. “Sure do! I’d say I know these streets pretty well, I do.” The con was all lopsided smiles and sleepy eyes, looking much more relaxed in comparison to the revolutionary. One could easily argue that his calm demeanor was displayed purposefully, as to further agitate poor Enjolras.

“Where y’want to go, boy? I’ll take y’along with me, as a favor for bein’ such a swell mate t’me.” He clasped his hands together in faux cheer, pretending to reminisce. “All th’ times we’s shared... a right treat it’s been ‘asn’t it? Y’remember when we got run off by th’ authorities? Feels like jus’ yesterday...” His rusty curls framed the widening grin on his face, exaggerating the con’s already comical expression. He could tell the blonde was starting to unravel and was going to make damn sure he didn’t follow suit.

[doling-out-the-charm]

‘rough touch’

20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’, pup?” The con seized Enjolras’ delicate wrists and pinned them to the wall, effectively rendering each limb immobile. He glared down the younger man, expression stony and cold. His cheshire grin didn’t waver despite his harsh tone. Warmth was radiating off of him, a contrast to the chilly temperature in the alley. 

“What’s th’ rush? You’re always in such a hurry… ‘ave ya stolen somethin’?” Thenardier leaned in closer, voice low and rumbling. “Y’in some sort a trouble, boy…?”

[doling-out-the-charm]

He gave out a hardy and barking laugh, clearly amused. “Not much, that’s f’sure! As for interrogations, you’ll likely get much worse if y’go ‘round with that attitude. And lookin’ like a right dandy at that!” Dandy might not have been the right word to describe him; ‘Pretty-boy’ seemed more accurate…

He gave Enjolras’ wrists a firm squeeze before pulling away and releasing him. Cocking a brow and tilting his head, Thenardier couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching upright once again as he eyed the younger man. “Well now, I do think I’ve seen you ‘round here before ‘aven’t I? Ain’t that somethin’…”

[notyourapollo]

Enjolras frowned slightly “so you’re saying that because of how I look and that I’m not entertaining your questions, something bad will happen to me? Well I had expected something a bit more creative but alright”

Enjolras crossed his arms over his chest more willing to talk now that he had let him go “well yes I work around here, if you’re here often enough then I’m sure you’ll have seen me, what does it matter anyway?” He sighed shaking his head.

[doling-out-the-charm]

“Come on now, kid. I assure you, my intention wasn’t ta threaten...” He tilted his head again, this time in the other direction. “S’just not the most savory of sorts ‘round here... though it seems you’re more accustomed t’ their ilk than I would’ve guessed.” Thenardier nodded in agreement with himself before clearing his throat a bit awkwardly.

“So y’work around here... I see now. Wasn’t expecting that.” He scratched at the back of his head, a bit surprised that he hadn’t seen the blonde around before. He was sure he would’ve noticed a soft face among the haggard crowds. 

“...What’s your name, pup?”

[allthingseurope]

Dublin, Ireland (by Clem Mason)

[doling-out-the-charm]

‘rough touch’

20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’, pup?” The con seized Enjolras’ delicate wrists and pinned them to the wall, effectively rendering each limb immobile. He glared down the younger man, expression stony and cold. His cheshire grin didn’t waver despite his harsh tone. Warmth was radiating off of him, a contrast to the chilly temperature in the alley. 

“What’s th’ rush? You’re always in such a hurry… ‘ave ya stolen somethin’?” Thenardier leaned in closer, voice low and rumbling. “Y’in some sort a trouble, boy…?”

[doling-out-the-charm]

He chuckled and shook his head, coarse red curls bouncing wildly at the movement. His grip on the young man’s wrists loosened only slightly. 

“T’isn’t my business, eh? This is m’usual walk; My side a town y’see? I ought t’know what’s goin’ on in my own backyard.” Thenardier took a moment to eye the boy up and down, blinking slowly and drawing back as he did so. The blond looked pale and thin… not that there were really any healthy folks living in these parts, but still. There was a fragility in him apparent to the old con, though his fiery personality pushed forward and gave him a very clear air of dignity. Dignity… another quality not often seen this side of town.

[notyourapollo]

Enjolras was beginning to get rather irritated but he wasn’t worried at all, he had spent enough time in the area that he was used to things like this “oh?” He sighed “well I’m very sorry for trespassing but in my defence, you certainly don’t look as if you own half of the city… But then again, how much could this place really be worth?” Enjolras snapped as he stared up at him “if you want I could leave and go somewhere nicer where I won’t get interrogated in the street.”

[doling-out-the-charm]

He gave out a hardy and barking laugh, clearly amused. “Not much, that’s f’sure! As for interrogations, you’ll likely get much worse if y’go ‘round with that attitude. And lookin’ like a right dandy at that!” Dandy might not have been the right word to describe him; ‘Pretty-boy’ seemed more accurate...

He gave Enjolras’ wrists a firm squeeze before pulling away and releasing him. Cocking a brow and tilting his head, Thenardier couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching upright once again as he eyed the younger man. “Well now, I do think I’ve seen you ‘round here before ‘aven’t I? Ain’t that somethin’...”

[doling-out-the-charm]

‘rough touch’

1. Your muse throws a punch at mine.

“Whoah now! Hey-!” Thenardier’s shouts intermingled with his own, dusky laughter as he fell to the floor in a heap, having narrowly avoided the other man’s blow. ...Or maybe not-so narrowly, as he began to feel a warm trickle of blood slowly made its way down his chin. He’d been drinking, sure, but when wasn’t he? One would never choose to describe the old con as ‘graceful’ but he seemed particularly unrefined then as his lanky limbs flailed about, trying to push the man into an upright position. 

“Wha’s got you upset now, boy? Didn’t like my compliment?” A lopsided grin plastered itself across his unshaven face as he egged the younger man on. One arm found purchase on the bar stool he’d just fallen from and fostered a more dignified stance. “I rather thought I was bein’ polite.” 

[doling-out-the-charm]

‘rough touch’

20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’, pup?” The con seized Enjolras’ delicate wrists and pinned them to the wall, effectively rendering each limb immobile. He glared down the younger man, expression stony and cold. His cheshire grin didn’t waver despite his harsh tone. Warmth was radiating off of him, a contrast to the chilly temperature in the alley. 

“What’s th’ rush? You’re always in such a hurry… ‘ave ya stolen somethin’?” Thenardier leaned in closer, voice low and rumbling. “Y’in some sort a trouble, boy…?”

[notyourapollo]

Enjolras rolled his eyes and pushed against him in an attempt to get him to let go. “I don’t see how it is any of your business how fast I move or what I’ve been doing” he sighed “but if you’re really so bored that you have to pin everyone walking past you to a wall to interrogate them, I think that may be more of an issue than what I’ve done.” Enjolras raised his eyebrows slightly and just leaned back against the wall “…are you planning to let go of me any time soon?”

[doling-out-the-charm]

He chuckled and shook his head, coarse red curls bouncing wildly at the movement. His grip on the young man’s wrists loosened only slightly. 

“T’isn’t my business, eh? This is m’usual walk; My side a town y’see? I ought t’know what’s goin’ on in my own backyard.” Thenardier took a moment to eye the boy up and down, blinking slowly and drawing back as he did so. The blond looked pale and thin... not that there were really any healthy folks living in these parts, but still. There was a fragility in him apparent to the old con, though his fiery personality pushed forward and gave him a very clear air of dignity. Dignity... another quality not often seen this side of town.

[this-is-who-we-were-deactivated]

[doling-out-the-charm]

‘rough touch’

20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’, pup?” The con seized Enjolras’ delicate wrists and pinned them to the wall, effectively rendering each limb immobile. He glared down the younger man, expression stony and cold. His cheshire grin didn’t waver despite his harsh tone. Warmth was radiating off of him, a contrast to the chilly temperature in the alley. 

“What’s th’ rush? You’re always in such a hurry... ‘ave ya stolen somethin’?” Thenardier leaned in closer, voice low and rumbling. “Y’in some sort a trouble, boy...?”

[memeroundups]

Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

[barricades-and-patria]

Unlikely Attachments ~ Enjolras and Thenardier [[Closed]]

[barricades-and-patria]

Enjolras clicked his tongue in annoyance. His usual cool demeanor grew ever farther away from his present self with every word the older man spoke. This situation was highly draining and the fact that he’d gotta very little sleep the past two nights wasn’t helping. 

“Though I’m sure your friends would be more than willing to help you, I assume their help will come at a price, one I might not be willing to pay.” All the mention of hands made Enjolras worried he might lose his. He looked at the other man, scoffing as he spoke to an animal. “I should doubt a filthy animal will be of much help.” 

He kept to himself that he was only half talking about the dog.

[doling-out-the-charm]

Thenardier shrugged and gave another careless smile, seeming to count that as agreement to the younger man’s comment. He returned his attention to the scruffy mutt, scratching behind it’s flea-bitten ears. 

“Well, if y’got any better ideas I’d be glad to hear ‘em. But in the meantime...” He tugged at the cuffs, pulling Enjolras forward a bit to punctuate his words. “...We should get moving. Th’ longer we’re stuck like this, th’ harder it’ll be to get around this area. T’isn’t safe here at dark.” There was a twinge of edge to Thenardier’s voice, though it would be hard to distinguish what exactly that edge implied. He hadn’t looked up from where he was crouched, still petting the stray, but his face seemed hard and heavily shadowed thanks to the dim lighting where they were sequestered.

[barricades-and-patria]

Unlikely Attachments ~ Enjolras and Thenardier [[Closed]]

[barricades-and-patria]

Enjolras opened his mouth, almost commenting on his disbelief that any woman would wed the man he sat with, but he thought better of it. As much as he detested the man, being on as friendly terms as he could muster was the best option, seeing as he was relying on him to get them out of this mess. He glanced over at the dog, an overly friendly mutt, and thought to himself that he’d much rather be chained to it.

"No luck picking then?" He huffed slightly. The proud revolutionary felt is patience with the situation slipping so far that he’d almost begun to act like a child, huffing and pouting in annoyance. "Any other ideas?" He wished he’d had ideas of his own. Surely if he would find his way back to the Musain, he could get help from his friends, but he was helplessly lost with no real idea what direction to even head in. A real mess to be sure. 

[doling-out-the-charm]

“Nah...” He shook his head and let out a short puff of air, visibly growing irritated with his task. “I need a proper pick... somethin’ sturdier. These bits’a garbage simply ain’t going’ta cut it.” Thenardier thossed the metal scraps over his shoulder and into the darkness. A quiet ‘clink!’ punctuated his statement.

Thenardier scratched at his stubbled chin, frowning in thought. “I s’pose we’ll have to find a better pick....” He shrugged non-nonchalantly. “....Or someone t’give us a hand.I know a few handy fellows! Though they’re probably a bit handier than we’d like... Be sure t’keep your wits about ya, eh?” He bumped the back of his hand lightly against Enjolras’ chest, grinning like a cheshire cat. It took a lot to take the old degenerate out of his element, as he’d lived his entire life adjusting and adapting, so the younger man’s growing impatience served as a reminder that he was doing well to keep his head in comparison. His wife would’ve called his calm demeanor ‘infuriating’ and ‘downright foolish’ but Thenardier always counted it as one of his better qualities. He’d been through much worse anyway...

“That’s m’idea, boy. If y’got anythin’ better, feel free to let us know.” He waved a hand at the hound’s direction before nodding its way. “Y’got any thoughts, pup? Any brilliant plans?” 

[doling-out-the-charm]

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Jean-Louis-Ernest Meissonier. The Portrait of a Sergeant. 1874.

Oil on canvas.

Hamburger Kunsthalle. Hamburg, Germany.

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Misc. Napoleonic uniforms from the Men-At-Arms series.

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