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I’ve been away for quite a while due to being busy, dealing with some shit, and lack of rp partners. I am tentatively getting back in the saddle. Please let me know if any of you are interested in a thread with my Grantaire. You can either send me an ask to discuss an idea or send me a starter sentence.
i had a talk with the shadow and the light
Somewhere Beyond the Barricade //Closed
Enjolras offered R his hand, a sort of intimacy that he usually reserved for Combeferre or Courfeyrac, before starting towards a rather large mansion that was situated upon what looked to be a vinyard in the distance. He knew that once he started showing R these things, he would not be able to go back. From what he could gather, everyone’s personal heaven was made up of memories that were significant in one’s life. “That’s where I grew up” he stated, biting his lip. He paused for a moment, taking the time to move closer to the mansion. “I lived with my maman, papa and my paternal grandparents”. He paused on the front porch, his hand shaking just a bit as he reached for the door.
Grantaire took his hand, still a little unsure and abashed of the fact that he was allowed. His hand looked ugly and dirty between those perfect pale, slender fingers. He decided to focus on where they were going instead.
The mansion seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and was pretty impressive.
He saw Enjolras' trepidation, but was unsure of the reason. "I don't think I have ever heard you mention your family before."
"Grantaire I'm going to a poetry slam this weekend, would you like to come? I'll buy you wine."
"Ah my little poet, you should know by know I need no bribery to join you for. Though now you’ve offered it’s too late," he winked at him.
”Sure, if you’re done eating, we can go. I’m ready.”
He nodded at the other and stood. “I can do this.” he said taking in a deep breath.
"That's the spirit!" Grantaire said, patting him a tad too hard on his back.
He stood up and gathered his scarf and gloves, then hung his messenger bag off his shoulder.
"Let's go."
Beyond the Barricade (Closed)
There was nothing that Enjolras could say to comfort Grantaire. Even if he had had the words to make sense of all that they had recently gone through, Enjolras would not have said anything. It wasn’t in him to coddle anyone-to tell them everything was going to be all right because there was nothing all right about a failed revolution.
Enjolras still had a pounding headache but he was sure that it was due more to stress than anything else, as Grantaire changing that bandage hardly hurt at all. A few more inches towards his midline, however, and Enjolras would have ended up dead too. Lucky him that in the chaos at the barricade no one had thought to aim too carefully. It was his other wound that was more difficult. Enjolras barely managed to get his arms up far enough to struggle out of his shirt. He bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out as the bandage came off. He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to focus on anything other than the pain. Enjolras chose to focus on taking deep and even breaths. He had wanted to know what his injuries looked like so he forced himself to open his eyes. It didn’t look good but it also wasn’t as bad as he had expected it to be. Still, though, he was glad when he wriggled his way back into his shirt. And it wasn’t long before the sharp pain became a steady throb again. He rested one of his hands on top of Grantaire’s own. “Thank you,” he said.
"There is no need to thank me, I just wish..." I wish it was Joly or Combeferre taking care of you instead of me. Someone who knew what he was doing. Someone more worthy of the task, more worthy to be alive. He shook his head. "It does not matter."
He dumped the bloodied bandages into the filthy water and put the basin aside.
"How do you feel? Do you wish something for the pain? Do you have a fever? I was told a fever would be bad, a high one at least, and we would have to bring it down."
Reincarnation AU / Closed
Enjolras grabbed the DVD and put it into the player, and then he joined Grantaire on the couch, sitting closer to him than he needed to but he hoped and thought he could count on Grantaire not minding that. “You’re really going to make me choose?” he said with a chuckle. “Okay then. I’d have to go with Aragorn. Fighting for the throne of his ancestors against all odds…and it certainly helps that he’s also tall, dark, and handsome.” He turned on the TV and waited for the menu screen to come up. “How about yours?”
"Same for me, though not quite for the same reasons. I like how he is a sarcastic bastard who would much rather spend his life being a hobo in a forest, than rule. So everything he does, he does kind of grudgingly. Everything about Aragorn in the Fellowship is him wondering what god he has pissed off to be saddled with this bunch of idiots. But still he's too much of a good guy to go fuck this shit I'm going back into the wilds. That he's easy on the eyes helps a lot too, I'm gonna give you that, though I might say in the looks department I'd probably rather go for Legolas. Blond, blue eyed, lean. On the other hand the point is moot. I mean, have you seen the whole cast? They are all gorgeous. I wouldn't kick a single one of the fellowship out out my bed and yes, that includes Sir Ian McKellen."
Grantaire relaxed, probably for the first time that day. This easy banter about films is what he was familiar with, what he felt he could not go wrong with. He stretched, wrapping his arms around the back of the couch and stretching out his legs. Enjolras was a welcome warm solidness at his side and the starting tune of the film filled him with pleasant nostalgia.
Somewhere Beyond the Barricade //Closed
Enjolras paused, “I’m not sure, I’m trying to figure things out as I go mon ami” he said thoughtfully. “Would you like to join me for a walk and we can learn more together?” The blond stood there patiently. “I could show you some things that I do understand and maybe the other parts will make more sense to you”
Grantaire nodded, then stood wiping some dust off his trousers. He had no other plans anyway and he would never say no to spending more time with Enjolras. "Why not?" he asked, his lips curling into a hint of a smile.
"Grantaire I'm going to a poetry slam this weekend, would you like to come? I'll buy you wine."
"Ah my little poet, you should know by know I need no bribery to join you for. Though now you’ve offered it’s too late," he winked at him.
"Your optimism is rare and remarkable." he told the other. "Shall we go?"
"Sure, if you're done eating, we can go. I'm ready."
Reincarnation AU / Closed
Apparently he had utterly failed at keeping his unease off of his face. It would have been better for the both of them if Grantaire had ignored Enjolras' look and dropped the matter completely, but he seemed to be like the Grantaire from Enjolras' dreams who never seemed to say whatever happened to be on his mind, even things Enjolras did not want to hear. What he really wanted to say was something along the lines of, 'Then why are you not dropping the subject?' but, instead, he said, "Then we should agree that here and now we stay away from even thinking about politics in each other's presence." Enjolras would have no difficulty with that. He wasn't the same man he had been in the past. Politics wasn't his whole life nor his sole interest.
So much for trying to get his guest to pick the movie for them. Enjolras could not say that he had a favorite movie, as his favorite film always seemed to change depending on what kind of a mood he was in at the time. He didn't have to think very long before he asked, "How does The Fellowship of the Ring sound to you?" It had been a while since Enjolras had had the time to watch any of The Lord of the Rings trilogy, nor did he mind that it was a longer movie, not that that was intentional on his part.
"Works for me," Grantaire easily agreed. He occasionally like to talk about politics, but it was hardly his favourite topic.
He sat down on the couch and waited for Enjolras to join him, starting to feel more at ease. "Yeah, I'm always on board for some Lord of the Rings. The new trilogy left me a bit underwhelmed, so it would be nice to remind myself why I love the book and the original movies so much. So who's your favourite character?" he asked.
Beyond the Barricade (Closed)
Enjolras returned Grantaire’s smile. He did not need to say that they had a deal there. He did not plan to die and he was glad to hear that Grantaire had no plans to do so either. And then came an abundance of questions. “I’m feeling better.” It would take far longer than less than forty-eight hours for him to start feeling like himself again, though. “You should probably check my bandages.” He was no doctor. He did not know how often that they should be changed, but Enjolras really wanted to see just how bad his wounds were.
"Allright, I will be right back," Grantaire said and walked out of the room. He started a fire underneath the stove an heated a pot of water. Then found a clean cloth and brought them both to the bedroom. He placed the pot of water on the chair next to the bed and retrieved Joly's bag. Touching it made him feel conflicted. On the one hand he could not imagine Joly would know a better use for it than to heal Enjolras, on the other, he felt it should have been Joly doing his, not him, that their places should have been reversed.
Still, he carried on with the task. First he loosened and unwound the bandages from Enjolras' head. The scrape there had bled profusely, soaking the bandages and hair, but it had stopped bleeding now. Grantaire carefully cleaned off the blood with a warm, wet piece of cloth. Cleaned up, the wound proved to be relatively small and already starting to heal around the stitches the doctor had put there. Grantaire put some healing ointment on the wound and wrapped fresh bandages around Enjolras' head.
The second injury was more daunting. He carefully helped Enjolras out of his shirt and unwound the bandages around his upper arm. The fabric had stuck to the wound and even soaking it with warm water did not quite prevent having to tear it a little off Enjolras' skin. The doctor had taken the shrapnel out and stitched the wound, but it was still angry red, inflamed and probably very painful. Grantaire cleaned this one as well, very carefully. He could only put the ointment around it and hope, the inflammation would would lessen and not start to fester. He finished by dressing the wound in bandages and helping Enjolras into his shirt again.
His other injuries consisted of bruises, scrapes, and pulled muscles. There was nothing Grantaire could do about those.
"Grantaire I'm going to a poetry slam this weekend, would you like to come? I'll buy you wine."
"Ah my little poet, you should know by know I need no bribery to join you for. Though now you’ve offered it’s too late," he winked at him.
Jehan smiled and hugged the other. “Thank you, you’re so sweet to me. I don’t know what I’d do without your optimism, when you have it.”
Grantaire shook his head, smiling. “I swear, only you can see optimism in my words.”
Wrong Side of the Glass
Combeferre folded into Grantaire’s side, letting his head fall to rest on his chest as he let his eyes slide shut. The last lingering worry that Grantaire would leave faded away as he relaxed, his breathing slowing down, content to rest there in the quiet.
Grantaire had started to doze and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep, his body relaxed and sated.
However, because they had gone to bed quite early, his insomnia woke him up at 4 am. 4 am, incidentally, also happened to be the worst possible time to be awake. It left you alone and vulnerable with all your demons. Grantaire was wide awake, and fully aware that he had just had sex with the bast friend of the man he was in love with. Who was currently probably asleep with his boyfriend, in their apartment, blissfully unaware of Grantaire's issues, or existence. Another person who was blissfully unaware of Grantaire's inner turmoil was Combeferre, who was sleeping soundly next to him.
Grantaire scrubbed a hand over his face. Was there any way for him to make an even bigger mess of his life? It had been a series of mistakes, fuckups, and bad decisions. Him starting this thing with Combeferre was just the next thing in line. Why hadn't he simply said no? He knew why. Because he was so starved for attention he would go home with anyone. He was pathetic.
Grantaire carefully extricated himself from Combeferre and silently put his clothes on. He debated leaving a note, but was unsure what to write. He hoped that Combeferre would simply assume he had a class or something and had to leave early.
He slipped out of the apartment and set off to a long walk home.
Hey guys the replies are coming I swear, but I was on holiday and now I'm sick, so it's all super slow.
Reincarnation AU / Closed
Enjolras did not find Grantaire’s jest in the lest bit funny, as he had suggested a movie night so they could avoid thinking about or discussing the distant past that they had shared with each other. Enjolras tried to not let the unease show on his face as he said, “Yeah, that would be a terrible idea.” He finished what was left on his plate and cleared the table, rinsing the dishes as he listened to Grantaire go on. “You’re the guest. It’s your choice.” Enjolras dried his hands and then turned to face Grantaire to hear his final verdict.
Grantaire realised that Enjolras had completely misinterpreted remark and sighed. "Enjolras I didn't... look, I know I might have given you the impression that I am constantly on the lookout for you to start a revolution, but that's not actually the case. All I meant was that I expect that our political views are quite different and discussing politics might get us into a fight. I promise that was all I was thinking about."
Grantaire brought his plate over to the sink and waited as Enjolras rinsed the plates. "Alright, then I want to watch your favourite movie. And you are not allowed to pick something else to make yourself sound sophisticated if it's something really embarassing."
"Grantaire I'm going to a poetry slam this weekend, would you like to come? I'll buy you wine."
"Ah my little poet, you should know by know I need no bribery to join you for. Though now you’ve offered it’s too late," he winked at him.
Jehan nodded. “I could be bad.” he told the other. “I could be really bad.”
"I highly doubt that, but imagine for a second you are, who cares? It's not a matter of life-and-death. You don't know those people, you probably will never see them again if you don't want to. You will learn from the experience and try again another time."
Reincarnation AU/ Closed/ with mightycherubofezekiel
Enjolras listened to Grantaire curiously, his head cocked to the side slightly as the other man told his tale. It was all absurd but.. Everything Grantaire said was like his life. He couldn’t help but start to believe the other the more he spoke.
"If you knew us all back then, and we are here, why are you the only one who seems to remember? None of the others have said anything of the like, though I suppose that could mean they’re simply not speaking of it…"
"I don't know about the others. You are the only person from my past I have ever met. I don't even know if there are any others. If this is a case of reincarnation instead of madness, then perhaps hey have not been reborn yet, or have been reborn on the other side of the world? Another time perhaps? There are many questions, but I don't have any answers I'm afraid. Perhaps we were reborn at roughly the same time and in the same country because we died together, perhaps it's just a crazy coincidence." He shrugged and smiled sadly up at Enjolras from under his bangs.
Wrong Side of the Glass
Combeferre set the water glass back on the bedside table before he shifted to lay down next to Grantaire, shifting closer to him after a moment. He moved an arm out, prepared to wrap it over his chest. “Is this okay?” he asked before he did so, glancing over at him. He didn’t want to assume that Grantaire would want to cuddle, though he always enjoyed the act.
"Yeah," Grantaire agreed, and pulled Combeferre closer to him, leaving him resting half on top of him. Grantaire used to be touch-shy, but that was until he had befriended Joly, Bossuet, and later Jehan. The three of them were very tactile and Jehan especially was constantly cuddling him whenever he was near. Grantaire had learned to not only take it in stride, but to enjoy it too.
