Jean Prouvaire

He busied himself with clouds nearly as much as with events. ... Yet he was intrepid. {{rp}}

[jprouvaires]

OOC

Hey guys. Sorry I've been MIA. I didn't know we started back up/was waiting for someone to tell me as I've been super busy and unable to get on.

I've had a Greek Leadership conference all week/been stuck in business formal (tights, pencil skirts, blouses, heels) and it was super important for my future and real life > everything else. It's all over, and to celebrate my sorority sisters are dragging me out to a party so I'm getting ready for that atm. I have a 15 hour/double shift tomorrow [kill me now] and then I'm moving back into my apartment after work. University starts on Monday so give me just a few more days to settle in and I'll be back.

I love you all, so message me for my skype and I'll talk to you all asap!

[feuillytheorphan-deactivated202]

I got a Monopoly board game at a yard sale this weekend. 

We should have a family game night!

[jprouvaires]

I thoroughly concur!

[jprouvaires]

Why haven't you been as active?

{{ooc}} I’ve been around and lurking! I just haven’t been feeling super well and thus not in the mood to write paras, but in the ooc I offered gif chats or something short several times.

It’s just been hard, because I found out my excessive job training wasn’t needed, and general drama with that, and apparently I never registered for fall semester at my college (which I did, picked out my classes and everything) which starts in two weeks, so all of the classes that I need to take are filled and I’m left with classes that don’t apply to my major or minors.

Real life comes first, but holler at me on skype if you need me.

[inthenextdoor]

Froyo! Every time’s a good time for froyo. 

[jprouvaires]

I like your way of thinking!

[feuillytheorphan-deactivated202]

I could use a froyo. Let’s go.

[jprouvaires]

One of these days, I will buy us a mini icecream/froyo maker for when these cravings hit at the most inopportune times. On y va!

[jprouvaires]

I am in desperate need of froyo. Anyone up for a food run?

[yeahwolfie-deactivated20160408]

[feuillytheorphan-deactivated202]

Roommates | Feuilly and Jehan

Feuilly walked down the street, tiptoeing over the cracks in the sidewalk after remembering the old children’s game he used to play with Eponine. "Step on a crack and break your mother’s back!" They’d chant and jump over the cracks. It was a silly game, especially considering that Feuilly had no mother and therefore had no backs to break. But it was fun and after a day as tiring as this one, he needed something to cheer him up.

As he continued down the road he saw a man with a flower stand. Feuilly smiled, knowing two certain someones who would be very pleased to receive some flowers. He walked over to the vendor and bought two bouquets: one of yellow daisies and the other made of pink roses.  The vendor laughed, “You must have really pissed her off, huh?".

After assuring the vendor that he hadn’t done anything wrong, and that they were for two different people (earning a wink from the old man) he continued home.Finally he arrived at the small flat he shared with Jehan. It was tiny, but comfortable (even with all the loose leaf paper and canvases scattered throughout the place).

"Lucyyy, I’m home!" Feuilly called out jokingly. After greeting Jehan showed him the pink roses. “These are….for Azelma. Lovely Azelma. They’re awfully nice, aren’t they?" He showed them off teasingly before pulling out the daisies from where he was hiding them behind his back. “And these…are for you." He grinned before walking over to the DVD collection. “It’s a Ferris Bueller kind of evening." He shrugged and hoped  to God and all other deities that it wasn’t his night to make dinner.

[jprouvaires]

The apartment's quietness was only disturbed by 1920s French jazz floating lazily through the speakers and the sound of furious scribbling upon paper. Both were tuned out, as was everything else, by Jean Prouvaire. Fierce concentration consumed him, as did his muse. It had struck at the most inconvenient time and derailed all productivity. It nagged and pestered, screaming to be let out. Jehan had thankfully found a stack of paper this time, rather than creating poetic interlopers in his notebooks. Those were much too distracting when finals rolled around.

The words burst out nearly too fast to be scrawled in near calligraphic curls. His pen flew across the pages, though suddenly the ink stopped. It took a few minutes to realize that his words had failed to be transcribed. When it finally processed, his focus and muse were broken and evaporated. Jehan let out a mournful sigh and tried coaxing ink out once more as he drew invisible arabesques. When those failed him as well, the brunette collapsed face down upon the table with a dramatic sigh. 

He sat in this position for awhile, only changing to rest his cheek on the table and to look pitifully out the window. When his neck began to hurt, Jean decided that enough brooding had taken place. He pushed himself away and migrated towards the kitchen.

It was time for some kitchen chemistry to take place. Jean Prouvaire had decided to merge a few recipes he found and to loosely follow them. Unfortunately things were not working out as planned, and Feuilly's greeting was entirely too accurate. Jehan had definitely pulled a Lucy, though he praised heaven that Feuilly was not a Ricky. 

"Hey, we're going to order a pizza," Jehan greeted before looking over his shoulder. "Those are very pretty," he confirmed with a bob of his head and a small smile. "You two make a cute couple," he informed Feuilly happily. His face lit up when the daisies were presented. "And we make cute roommates," he chirped happily. "Thanks, Feuilly." He took the flowers to get them into a vase, burying his nose into the bouquet. "Hey, tell me to stay away from pinterest, though we both know that won't happen."

[fightforabetterday]

As promised, Bahorel’s motorcycle roars to a stop outside Jehan’s block of flats just shy of 9pm, but he sits there for a moment, trying to compose himself. It’s almost certain that the poet had only been teasing, but the way he had… phrased things had gotten Bahorel a little hot under the collar. It’s true he flirts with Jehan on a regular basis, but he never expects to be taken seriously, despite his blatant attraction to the other man.

He shakes his head and removes his helmet, finally clambering off the bike to go and get Jehan to buzz him up. In his hand is clutched a huge (though slightly battered) bouquet of shasta daisies which he had ‘liberated’ from a neighbour’s garden on the way over. Bahorel had meant them to be a joke… sort of. “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do, I’m half crazy, oh for the love of you- so you should let me into your flat now, it’s cold as balls out here," He says into the intercom.

[jprouvaires]

Jehan was well aware that Bahorel's flirtations were nothing more of teases, or at least they had started out that way. Jean Prouvaire would reciprocate from time to time. He craved and ached for a deep love, but sometimes craving intimacy and validation came along with that. He hated doing that to himself, but found himself partaking from time to time anyway. A good screw could dull the ache a little longer than some of his other vices.

He was both Romantic and sickeningly romantic, though he was of the hopeless type of the latter. He sometimes found that stifling and annoying, though he hated feeling that way about himself. This only added to his broodiness. He needed a distraction, and Bahorel was ready and willing. 

The poet was perched in his window, tugging on floral doc martens and fighting with the laces. He glanced over his shoulder in search of Bahorel and slid from his perch when the other arrived. He exchanged glances with Feuilly after the serenade. "We don't want the big bad wolf huffing and puffing to blow the house down. We'll save that for later, so come on up," Jehan taunted as he buzzed Bahorel up.

[jprouvaires]

I'm going to steal all of your scarves to lure you to my bed.

[fightforabetterday]

Nine. I’ll see you at nine.

[jprouvaires]

Don't keep me waiting, cher.

[fightforabetterday]

… Deal.

[jprouvaires]

When are you picking me up, cher?

[fightforabetterday]

Can’t we work this out? I’ll even take a flower-arranging course for you, O great love of my young life.

[jprouvaires]

I suppose I'll allow you to try to persuade me to stay when you take me out for that drink and shag you mentioned earlier.

[jprouvaires]

What do you wear when sleeping?

Usually whatever I was wearing that day, or just a pair of sweatpants, depending if I can be bothered to change clothes before sleep claims me.

[jprouvaires]

Have you ever had feelings for any of your friends?

I have or had feelings for nearly everyone that I hold close to me, but I think I fall in and out of love multiple times a day. It is never that deep, true love that's only capable when both sides feel it, but the short answer is yes.

[jprouvaires]

*grabby hands* Dibs on Jehan Prouvaire!

I apologize to inform you that it does not work that way, dear anonyme. However, I am sure that your hands are thoroughly lovely.

[jprouvaires]

Bahorel replied to your post: Who is your biggest inspiration?

Does our imaginary marriage mean nothing to you? I am appalled.

I do not understand how we can carry on this charade when you have a distaste for flowers, mon ami. It is upon that basis that we must get an imaginary annulment.