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Enjolras: Is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play?

Marius: You are richer than me.

Enjolras:

Marius:

Combeferre:

Courfeyrac:

Enjolras: I came out here tonight to have a fun time and I am honestly feeling so attacked right now

#[ ;about enjolras. ]#[ !crack ]

( combxferre. )

❝Go away, Combeferre I'm busy,

---- can't you see?❞

He was not always a terrible sleeper, but on days where rest was much needed, he could be what some people might label as a childish b r a t.

#combxferre #( starter. taken. )

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outofchar. ah, thank you! you are wonderful, by the way!

#[ ;nolongerleading. ]#[ ;save tag. ]#cynismes #[ ;messages ]

‡‡‡‡‡‡ {{ I really really love your portrayal from what I've seen!!! It's really great !! }}

outofchar. oh goodness! you are so very kind, thank you <333333

#[ ;nolongerleading. ]#[ ;save tag. ]#supxrbia #[ ;messages ]

thecenturionwhowillnotwait-deac

Send me a ‡‡ if you like how I portray my muse.

#[ ;meme ]#[ ;for the ask box ]#[ *lol i've barely done anything. ]

pretreidealiste -- independent roleplay blog for Enjolras from Les Misérables.

❝in the radiance of the future,❞ [ ;HOME. ]

. [ ;ASK. ]

❝a tomb all flooded [ ;RULES. ]

with the dawn.❞ [ ;ABOUT. ]

#les mis rp #enjolras rp #independent rp #self promo

cynismes:

❝ Oh, I never said that it won’t get you anywhere, Enjolras, don’t put words in my mouth. It will certainly get you somewhere, but that somewhere probably won’t be your intended destination. It isn’t as though the world will change because you tell it to anyway, so there’s no sense in adding blood to your hands as you yell at clouds. ❞

And he hopes that somewhere isn’t an early grave. It’s only so close that Icarus can fly to the sun before he comes crashing d o w n.

( He can tell that Enjolras is clearly annoyed with him, but the amused smirk remains on his face all the same. )

( There’s a pause for a moment as he tries to recall what he’d actually wanted Enjolras for in the first place. )

❝ —Ah, yes, now I remember. Do you happen to know what time it is? ❞

❝You may not have said the words exactly, but the implications of them were still very much there all the same.❞

A shadow that perhaps only Enjolras saw, but he couldn't help anyone if he couldn't even tell what was not said between words.

Any and all possibilities thereof.

( If you wanted the time, you could have checked your phone. A nearby clock. Or asked anyone else but me, are words at the tip of his tongue, too, but he swallows them down with essential grace. And checks his watch instead -- extending at least a small nicety towards the cynic. )

❝It's a quarter past five in the afternoon. If you're so eager to know. Late for something?❞

#cynismes #[ verse: modern. ]

outofchar. would anyone else like an icon starter?

#[ ;nolongerleading. ]

cynismes:

❝ Ah, but you see, I’ve never made any pretense of having a good attitude on much of anything, more do I see it changing in the foreseeable future— because, as of yet, humanity never ceases to amaze me in its stupidity. I don’t see blind idealism getting you much of anywhere, other than disappointment. ❞

( If he’s being honest, he’s really quite amazed that Enjolras hasn’t thrown him into the Seine. )

❝ Violence, Enjolras, won’t do you any good in your noble quest of liberation. I would think Combeferre would’ve lectured you on that by now. ❞

( It didn’t seem to take very long at all to start an argument this time, and Grantaire’s already forgotten why he’d approached Enjolras in the first place. )

❝If you think that violence can't get you anywhere then you're an even bigger fool than I thought you were, Grantaire. Violence is not an initial answer, no, but you shouldn't sideline it and never glance over. It can be useful in certain circumstances. I would have thought even you weren't blind to that.❞

What God didn't have even a little blood on their hands? What l i b e r a t o r ?

( He doesn't necessarily like the thought that maybe it might lead to that in some cases -- with some Causes, but neither does he particularly care deeply about it either. It is how it is. )

( He runs a hand down his face with a heavy sigh, one that left his shoulders but did nothing to relax the overall tense nature of Enjolras' body. )

❝Why I'm even talking to you right now is beyond me. Don't you have anything better to do? You've obviously forgotten about whatever it is you wanted.❞

#cynismes #[ verse: modern. ]

cynismes:

❝ You asked me if you could help me, and I was simply answering your question. Really, Enjolras, any annoyance I’ve caused is your own fault, since you’ve brought it on yourself. Really, if you’re going to have an attitude like this, how can you possibly expect to liberate the masses of Paris from the iron chains of the kyriarchy? ❞

( He raises an eyebrow, amused. )

❝ Ah, yes— as we all know, my sole purpose for existence and the reason behind everything I do is just to annoy you. In fact, when I wake up in the morning, my first thought is, ‘Wow, how much can I irritate Enjolras today?’ ❞

( Sometimes Enjolras wonders why he ever decides to bother attempting to talk with Grantaire at all. His friends seemed to have warmed up to him from the first couple of months -- but the blond see's nothing but failure in the other. )

Something he cannot afford to entertain.

❝And yet, my attitude on such matters is far better than yours is, could, and will ever be. So, you can keep that up -- what you do -- all you like, it will get you nowhere. With anyone, nor will it get you anywhere in life.❞

Something he finds no amusement in: does the man ever try?

❝And don't be ridiculous. If your mission in life were to annoy me, I would have thrown you in the Seine over a year ago.❞

( Not himself. Not yet. Not even Grantaire yet because he still has a hold on ever thinning hope with him. )

#cynismes #[ verse: modern. ]#[ *no worries ! he can continue by all means. ]

It’s killing you. People keep getting hurt and you just can’t stop it.

#[ ;drowning in consequences. ]

outofchar. basic rules, basic about & opens. deletion

#[ ;nolongerleading. ]#[ ;for deletion. ]

euphrasie-deactivated20170719

i feel my shame inside me, like a knife

#[ the cause. ]#[ the leader. ]#[ ;drowning in consequences. ]

pxntmercy:

( Ｐ．) ; ; ;

— He should perhaps excuse the oddity in the request.

❝ — To - a degree, yes. Why? ❞

❝And are you busy next Saturday

-- all day?❞

( There is no reason to elaborate any further until he knows whether or not he's talking to a dead horse. )

#pxntmercy #[ ;queue tag ]

cynismes:

❝ Unless you can pay my rent, finish my portfolio, give me a sense of direction in this cruel, apathetic would of ours, make it considerably less humid out, and make my neighbor’s dog stop barking at four in in the morning, I sincerely doubt it. ❞

( he smiles pleasantly all the same. )

❝You are not the poor in need for me to give money to: I am no artist to finish your own work: I am not a life-coach to help you make an actual place in the world instead of drinking that place away daily:

---- I cannot control the weather to suit it to even my own likings: nor can I tame noisy dogs who have been given no sense of discipline.❞

( He says none of it cruelly, each word falls past his lips with a truthful finality. )

❝You must have stepped up to me for a reason, was it purely to get on a last nerve?❞

#cynismes #[ ;queue tag ]#[ how are you today? uwu ]

( pxntmercy. )

❝Pontmercy! Are you, by chance, good with your hands?❞

He has a reason for asking, of course. And it it down to nothing weird. Or strange.

#pxntmercy #( starter. taken. )

( cynismes. )

❝Can I help you, Grantaire?❞

( he could look over at him, but he doesn't. )

#cynismes #( starter. taken. )#[ hi uwu ]

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