a golden revolutionary

Enjolras was a charming young man, capable of being terrible. Independent Enjolras Rp Blog Both Mun and Muse are of age.

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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if i had a heart i would love you

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Grantaire stopped in his way across the room and over to where his bed and wardrobe lay at the question Enjolras asked him. What did he expect the artist to do in the bathroom? Stop himself from smelling like cigarettes (like the blond specifically told him to do) and magic up a new outfit out of nowhere? The only clothes he could possibly have lying around in the bathroom would be dirty, and he highly doubted that Enjolras would want him to put an even dirtier outfit on then he already had.

He sighed a little bit, one hand reach up, pushing fingers back through the now damp, inky curls that adorned his head. Grantaire wanted to laugh, Grantaire wanted to laugh and tell Enjolras to just get out if he was going to be that difficult.

Neither were done, though, and rather the artist turned back around to face the blond over at the kitchenette — sitting on one of his counters like he owned the place. Once again, acting as such. He really shouldn’t be surprised, should he? “If you just give me a minute to change, then I’ll be ready,” answered Grantaire, keeping the slightly irritable sigh in his voice as he replied to him. “What, did you expect me to have clothes in the bathroom randomly to change into? You saw me go straight there, so I doubt it. You’re just really damn annoying.”

A sarcastic smile found its way onto his face then, before he turned back around and finished the walk to the other side of the room. He didn’t like changing in front of people, and so instead of changing his jeans, he decided to just change a jumper for a clean, long-sleeved t-shirt and a jacket. Swapping one for the other as quickly as he could with his back to the blond who had chosen to come over and control what he did for the rest of the day.

Out of nowhere, might he add. 

"There," Grantaire said, turning around and walking back over, "now we can go."

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Enjolras took over the spaces that he inhabited, even if only for a short time. Only if he was feeling extremely uncomfortable and out of place would he not do so. But this was only Grantaire's apartment, there was no reason to feel that uncomfortable. Though if he was thinking about the man's opinions on the matter - which he so obviously wasn't - maybe he would have realized that he was acting a little too comfortable. But as usual with Grantaire he carried on as if he had no idea just how his attitude might make the man dislike him. 

"Maybe? I don't know where you keep your clothes." Enjolras fired back, his face flushing in embarrassment. So he hadn't really thought that through, but a lot of people would grab clothes before going into the bathroom to get ready. Then again, Grantaire lived alone so he wouldn't usually have to worry about things like that. Enjolras felt a little bad for presuming, but not bad enough to actually spit out an apology just yet. That was more than this situation called for. 

Slipping off the counter when Grantaire turned around wearing a new shirt he nodded in agreement. "Great." His enthusiasm had waned a little while waiting, but Enjolras tried to keep the thought of keeping Grantaire happy in mind. 

"You know you'll want to let everyone know you aren't dead. A lot of people are really worried since you went all MIA on us." Enjolras said as he waited for Grantaire to lock up his apartment. On their way down to the main floor Enjolras adjusted his scarf and coat to make sure he was able to ward off the chill. "Aren't you going to be cold?" He questioned, realizing that Grantaire was only in a long sleeved shirt. It wasn't spring yet at all, the man was going to regret his decision sooner than later. 

Instead of giving Grantaire a chance to say that he can run up and get a coat Enjolras tugged his scarf off of his neck and wrapped it around Grantaire's. The soft fabric was warm from being worn and had long ago lost the itchiness that some new fabrics carried. "There, that's better." 

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[text]: so i was thinking make me we should break up before this gets out of hand

{ text } I really think you need to proof read your texts before you send them.

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  { text } I’m coming over.

Grantaire doesn’t hesitate as he pulls on his coat, scowling, and hurries to his car. It’s a quick drive before he is knocking loudly on the other man’s door.

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Enjolras sits on his couch, determined to not go and open the front door. "Go away Grantaire, I broke up with you. We're done." He calls out, the sound of him typing away on his laptop filling the air between words. He hadn't actually expected Grantaire to come over, or for the man to really want to keep going after this break up. But the man was always full of surprises he guessed.

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[text]: so i was thinking make me we should break up before this gets out of hand

{ text } I really think you need to proof read your texts before you send them.

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  { text } enjolras { text } it makes literally no sense. { text } I love you

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[ text ] but in a month or a year you won't [ text ] plus we fight so much  [ text ] why not try to end on a good note? or at least a decent ont

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[text]: so i was thinking make me we should break up before this gets out of hand

{ text } I really think you need to proof read your texts before you send them.

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[ text ] whatever, so i started to type the text one way and changed it before finishing  [ text ] but don’t you agree? 

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{ text } wait you’re serious?

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[ text ] completely  [ text ] i mean, it makes sense, right? 

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[text]: so i was thinking make me we should break up before this gets out of hand

{ text } I really think you need to proof read your texts before you send them.

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[ text ] whatever, so i started to type the text one way and changed it before finishing  [ text ] but don't you agree? 

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{ text } where we're you last night? I thought we had plans.

[ text ] we had plans? [ text ] i was at home all night [ text ] what were our plans? 

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  Grantaire is always sure that Enjolras is never too busy for him, but he understands that sometimes his boyfriend gets busy and that’s OK — he’s allowed to have a life outside of Grantaire.

A small groan leaves his lips but he’s smirking. “Why hoarders? Ugh. That show freaks me out.” He hums happily at the kisses, threading his fingers through the man’s hair and tilting his chin to allow Enjolras more access to his skin.

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"Because I love it. You know that." Enjolras huffs out, pressing more kisses to Grantaire's jaw and to his ear while they lay there curled up with one another. Nipping lightly at the other man's skin he then sat up to turn the television on to netflix and then on to Hoarders with a triumphant grin on his face. "Plus, you said no documentaries and this is not a documentary." He pointed out with a proud smirk. 

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{ text } where we're you last night? I thought we had plans.

[ text ] we had plans? [ text ] i was at home all night [ text ] what were our plans? 

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Grinning brightly, he nods. “Apology accepted. I know you’re busy.” He finishes off the reese’s egg and shifts slightly, dropping the bag onto the coffee table and wrapping an arm around Enjolras’ shoulders, tugging the other in closer. He lets a contented hum leave his lips as he presses his nose into Enjolras’ scalp, inhaling contentedly. “Yeah, I know everyone tells me that. I’m not too worried about it.”

He simply shrugs before handing Enjolras the remote. “We can watch something. Just not a documentary.” His smirk grows a bit as he shifts slightly, happy to have Enjolras here.

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"I shouldn't be too busy for you." Because Grantaire was important to him, a large part of his life that he didn't want to lose. But at this rate he was going to. Slinging his far arm around Grantaire's middle he snuggled into the man. The last couple of days had been exhausting and he was just glad for the comforting feel of the other man. "Why can't we watch a documentary? How about hoarders? Can we watch hoarders?" He questioned, leaning up to kiss at Grantaire's jaw softly. 

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{ text } where we're you last night? I thought we had plans.

[ text ] we had plans? [ text ] i was at home all night [ text ] what were our plans? 

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  He takes the bag and peers in, grinning as he sorts through it’s contents. He grabs a reese’s egg and opens it, taking a bite and smiling brightly. “You’re the best,” he says in a sing-songy type of voice. he falls back onto the couch, frowning slightly as he tugs up his shirt, revealing the lean waist. “I don’t think that day is going to be any time soon,” R laughs as he pats the couch beside him.

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"Think of it as an apology for not showing up to dinner." he said, still feeling terrible that he had missed it. Usually he set alarms and reminders on his calendar. But this just slipped by. "Who knows, your body might stop metabolizing sooner than later." Enjolras teased as a he took a seat next to Grantaire, their shoulders pressed together comfortably. "Do you wanna watch something on netflix? Or do something else tonight?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side to rest on Grantaire's shoulder gently. 

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{ text } where we're you last night? I thought we had plans.

[ text ] we had plans? [ text ] i was at home all night [ text ] what were our plans? 

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[text] I just like chocolate shut up.

He wasn’t that mad — it happened. Granted, he had felt pretty dumb at the restaurant last night. But now that he had calmed down he didn’t feel as fervent in his frustration as he had earlier this morning and last night. At the knock he stands, stretching like a cat before tugging open the door and grinning slightly.

"Did you bring me chocolate?"

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Rolling his eyes, Enjolras shoved the bag at the other man. "Yes I brought your chocolate." He said with a sigh before squirming past Grantaire into the man's apartment. Shedding his coat and shoes he looked over his shoulder at the man. "If you aren't careful you're going to get fat." He teased. 

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do you hear the people sing, singing the song of land reform 

but seriously has anyone considered an AU set in ancient rome (or ancient greece, that is good too) because i would be all over that 

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{ text } where we're you last night? I thought we had plans.

[ text ] we had plans? [ text ] i was at home all night [ text ] what were our plans? 

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  {text} I have plenty of booze. Did you forget who you were talking to? {text} if you wanted to bring some ice cream or chocolate I wouldn’t be opposed.

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[ text ] what are you a teenage girl? [ text ] i'll be there in fifteen 

True to his word, fifteen minutes later Enjolras was bundled up in his coat and knocking on Grantaire's door. Under his arm was a bag of chocolate bars he had bought from the corner store on his way to the man's place. He wasn't sure why he was bringing chocolate, but if it would make Grantaire forgive him he'd do it. 

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{ text } where we're you last night? I thought we had plans.

[ text ] we had plans? [ text ] i was at home all night [ text ] what were our plans? 

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  { text } I’d like if you did, but if your paper is important I will understand if you don’t come over.

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[ text ] i haven't seen you in a few days i'll come over

[ text ] do you want me to bring anything? coffee? food? apology booze? 

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& twice as pretty [ Independent Montparnasse rp blog ] less than twenty, with a pretty face, lips…

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charmer of the sepulcher

& twice as pretty [ Independent Montparnasse rp blog ] less than twenty, with a pretty face, lips…

My Montparnasse that i’ve mostly just used for tumblr verse but i’d love to rp with other people on! <3

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charmer of the sepulcher

& twice as pretty [ Independent Montparnasse rp blog ] less than twenty, with a pretty face, lips…

My Montparnasse that i’ve mostly just used for tumblr verse but i’d love to rp with other people on! <3

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charmer of the sepulcher

& twice as pretty [ Independent Montparnasse rp blog ] less than twenty, with a pretty face, lips...

My Montparnasse that i've mostly just used for tumblr verse but i'd love to rp with other people on! <3