THE SKEPTIC OF THEM ALL.

GRANTAIRE . he was actually composed of TWO apparently incompatible elements. he was ironic and cordial. his indifference was loving. his mind DISPENSED with belief, yet his heart could not dispense with friendship. a thorough CONTRADICTION ; for an affection is a conviction. this was his nature

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GOLDENMESSES.

               to be fair, grantaire, rapunzel doesn’t really know what she’s doing either. today is one of those days where you throw colors at a canvas and see what sticks, literally. it’s also a messy day. she’s got paint coating her fingers, some has even worked its way into her hair, and there are even a few flecks on her face. she’s tilting her head at the canvas and is about to take a permanent marker to it when grantaire catches her attention. she smiles at him, a goofy one,        “ i’m not sure, actually. i was going to try and make a picture out of it; sort of like — oh, what’s that game called here? create the picture? connect the picture? ”        connect the dots, rapunzel. the game you’re looking for is connect the dots. moving over next to him she wraps her arms around his middle and leans her chin on his shoulder,        “ what are you up to over here? ”

                    his eyebrows raise when she smiles at him.  he loved it when she smiled.          (    although there was only one OTHER smile that he desperately loved as well.    )          as she wrapped her arms around him, he did the same and placed a soft kiss in her hair.          ❛    well. i think it’s called connect the dots ?  m’not particularly sure though.  and besides, i DO quite like what you’re getting at there.    ❜          his eyes shift towards his canvas where he was finishing up a quick sketch of the musain cafe.  the details were a bit off considering that most of the time he was there, he was drunk but he did manage to capture it.          ❛    a cafe from paris.    ❜

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                    it’s funny.  how the way the world works in mysterious ways.  one minute you’re laying on the ground in a drunken stupor the next ?  the next you’re dating a remarkable human being who makes you want to stop drinking.  to stop the demons that posses your soul.  how can it do that ?  the world works in mysterious ways and grantaire is confused by them all.  his head turns towards rapunzel as she stands at her canvas, painting or sketching he really doesn’t know which, and marvels at her beauty.  the beauty and serenity she gives off is enough to make a blind man see the light.            ❛    rapunzel ?  what are you painting ?    ❜

ridiculous starter    //    @goldenmesses

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LEGILIMENCYOFTHEHEART.

“Drunk too.” She commented, it seemed common for worry to fill her eyes even with those who were strangers and in that she could not be blamed for wanting to help. “I am sure there are plenty, though are you sure that’s all you need?…Your past Mr, it wasn’t easy.”

                    ❛    drunk ?  oh no !  m’afraid not.  i wish, but i need MORE THAN five drinks to get me drunk.    ❜            a chuckle slipped out as he shook his head.  five drinks was good enough to get him buzzed but definitely not as drunk as he would like to be.            ❛    my past wasn’t easy ?  i guess it wouldn’t be easy if the person you were INFATUATED with didn’t believe that you were capable of anything.  then again, i’m not capable of anything, so at least we agree on something.  but wait !  there’s more !  i also had to step AROUND my dead friends, push through the line of army men, just to make sure that they didn’t die alone where the last thing you saw was a smile on their lips as they took your hand.  only to wake up ALONE here in new york with no way of knowing if you’ll ever see them again.  my life is a TRAGIC ONE, but it’s mine.            ------------      yeah, m’sure a hobby will pick my spirits right now.  at least, it’ll give me a distraction.    ❜

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Wine is bottled poetry… or something like that…. said someone… at some point.

Grantaire Book XIV (via manufacturingayships)

[pntmrcys-archive]

you talk of battles to be won and here he comes like don juan it’s better than an opera!

bonus:

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LEGILIMENCYOFTHEHEART.

It was as if time had changed before her eyes, everything so different and she even found herself wondering whether Ilvermorny or the other schools of magic existed here but then she was distracted by someone who seemed to be approaching-her eyes filled with their usual kindness as she indirectly commented on what she found herself hearing in the other’s head.

“Oh honey, you sound like you need a friend or maybe some food?”

                    enjolras could barely be in the same room as him anymore.  courfeyrac TRIED to help but it got no where.  he did have rapunzel to help him, but she wouldn’t understand.  plus, he didn’t want to get her wrapped up in all of this.  it didn’t have anything to deal with her, she shouldn’t have to worry about it.  he pushed through the bar door and started walking down the street, just past the point of a GOOD BUZZ.  getting drunk before noon was far and few in between now that he had cut back.  all he could think of was that he was damn lucky that he didn’t have to work tonight.            ❛    i walked out of a bar at eleven.  i need a hobby, madam.    ❜

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GOGGLES-CHEMIST.

“another? More like 5″

                    ❛    five ?  alright.  although, i WOULD LIKE to know who’s going to be eating all of my croissants from now on.  i’m grantaire, pleased to make your acquaintance.    ❜

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GOGGLES-CHEMIST.

“okay what is this and why is it not constantly in my mouth?”

                    ❛    it’s a croissant with butter and cinnamon.  my FAVORITE way of ‘aving them.  do you want another ?    ❜

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GOLDENMESSES.

               heavy eyes fight to stay open because she was cozy, but she’s a lot warmer now. legs tangle with his in the bed.       “ you say that but y’know i worry anyway, ”       a tired smile lifts her cheeks when he presses kisses to her forehead. she leaned up to press a kiss under his jaw softly, before bumping it with her nose.       “ i’m here tonight and ‘m not letting you go, ”       as if to emphasize the point, she squeezes her arm around him the smallest bit tighter.       “ don’t let your thoughts overrun you, try to think of good things ”       she said with a yawn,       “ painting and boxing and dancing, ”       she mused quietly.       “ sunsets and laughter and music, ”      all types of merriment for the both of them.

                         ❛    hmm.    ❜            he hummed in agreement before slowly letting his eyes fall shut.            ❛    i KNOW you worry about me. and i always tell you not to, there’s no POINT for you t’worry about me.    ❜            a lazy smile swept across his lips when he felt her lips pressed on his jaw. if he didn’t mention this before, he was going to mention it again      :      he loved it when they had moments like this. the soft brushes of intimacy would always reign over everything else.            ❛    i’ll try not to, but no DISTINCT promises.    ❜           a beat passes.            ❛    don’t forget piano, guitar, and shower-signing that should give me an award. i mean really, have you heard me sing? i kind of am a pro on it.   ❜

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GOLDENMESSES.

               a tired smile pulled at her lips and in the moment, she was fairly certain that her sleep hazed mind wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning. a satisfied hum radiated through her chest as she snuggled up beside him. she gave a tug and pulled the blankets up around them. one arm was tucked under her head and the other laid across his chest; her thumb drew circular patterns lazily. her eyes felt heavy, but she didn’t want to leave him awake on his own. she worried about him.       “ are you okay? ”       rapunzel whispered softly, concern lacing the soft words.          “ you haven’t slept right in a while. ”

                          with the blanket pulled up around them, he leaned down and put a small kiss on her nose. he loved the moments they had like this. soft moments, moments that no one could ever remake. it made him feel right. it made him forget all of his troubles because he had her in his life. he loved that. he truly did. he let out a soft sigh and nodded his head.               ❛      yeah, i’m fine, rapunzel. just a lot of things on my mind. no need to worry.      ❜               a smile slowly lited up his lips as he leaned down again and kissed her forehead.               ❛      i know. it’s just my brain going non-stop sometimes. i usually don’t have you to keep me here 'cause when this happens, i’m usually down in the studio painting or out at the gym boxing.      ❜

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GOLDENMESSES.

               rapunzel’s vision was blurry with sleep and quite honestly she was still in a half asleep state. she rolled onto her side to face him and reached to run her fingers down his arm,        “ ‘s early. come snuggle with me for a little bit; it’s nice and warm. you’re nice and warm. ”

                           a small smile appeared on his lips as he looked down at her. she was even more beautiful like this      :      with sleep disorientating her. it was nice to see. a shiver shot down his spine at her light touch. he deserately wanted to lean down and kiss her but he couldn’t do that. he needed to sort some shit out. but then she spoke again and his heart told him to stay in bed.               ❛      alrigh’. if y’say so.      ❜               grantaire shifted himself to lay down besides her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

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GOLDENMESSES.

               “ grantaire, ”       rapunzel murmured, rolling over to look at the clock. 4:35am flashed at her in bright red numbers. she sleepily reached out in an attempt to catch his arm.       “come back to sleep. ”

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                         he hadn’t been able to sleep the past couple of nights. he’d been thinking a lot and he couldn’t just stop to get at least three hours of sleep. that’s all he WANTED. he had been trying to get out of bed when he felt rapunzel stir next to him. he sighed and looked over at her.               ❛      mmm. why? ‘m up and i can’t fall back asleep.      ❜

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fauxspecter.

        “ honestly ?  bigfoot’s real.  loch ness monster ?  probably real, i wouldn’t put it down.  the headless horseman’s DEFINITELY real !!   just  ——  seeing is believing my ass.  i’ve never seen france in person, but do you see me not believing in france ?  so if i can believe in that then i can believe in a big hairy ape man in the woods. ”

                         he stops & nearly drops his phone. what? he looked at the red head who had spoke & just rose an eyebrow.               ❛      did you?      -------------      did you really just compare FRANCE to bigfoot?      ❜               he doesn’t know if he’s feeling offended or shocked. it’s probably a mixture? but he is DEFINITELY not okay with what he just heard.

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slowly gonna work on the memes i have  &  then do replies. most likely everything will be queued so i don’t clog up the dash.

[boxofrpmemes]

Send "It's Tradition" for your muse to kiss my muse on New Year's!

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courfeyrac     //     arthur     //     lancelot

[leviaraelle-moved]

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.

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courfeyrac      //      lancelot      //      arthur

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RAPUNZEL.

              THERE’S A MOMENT WHERE HER HEART skips a beat in her chest when he smiles at her. his smile is one of the rare ones that seem to brighten a room when you get to see it. he took her hands and she squeezed slightly. her face was still flushed and her lips tingled from the kiss. it had felt GOOD and RIGHT; unlike anything she had ever felt. she had asked him to pretend and he, seemingly, was a damn good actor. so good, in fact, that he had her believing the act as well. when he dropped one of her hands, she entwined their fingers on the other without a second thought ( it had just seemed right ). a soft sigh passed as his thumb circled the skin on her cheek and her heart pace never slowed. it seems as though they are drawn together by magnets, their lips cannot get enough of one another. her free hand moves to the side of his head and her fingers thread within his hair. there was a line that they were quickly approaching and she wanted to leave it in the dust. she kissed him back and only moved away when her need for air became too great.       “grantaire, ”     she whispers as she draws in a breath,       “ you – uhm, ”       she closed her eyes for a moment before a moment of boldness took over and she stole a quick kiss from his lips before the charade had to end.       “you have got quite the acting skills, ”      her fingers were still entwined in his hair,       “ i have to admit, i quite ENJOYED it. ”       rapunzel was positive that her cheeks were going to be forever stained a permanent shade of red.

                              if she couldn’t hear his heart pounding in his chest, then she must not have good hearing for that was the ONLY THING he could hear.   his heart was beating so hard he was certain it was going to break out of his rib cage.   that kiss only made him yearn for more.   her lips tasted like honey      &      everything else sweet wrapped up in a soft blanket.   he let his fingers thread into her blonde locks near the nape of her neck      :      her hair feeling like silk slipping between his fingers.   he loved how he just noticed the faint freckles dappling her nose.   how green her eyes looked in the sun.   how the red on her cheeks made her look heavenly.   slowly, he moved one hand to lightly brush his fingers across her cheek as if he WANTED to feel the heat radiating.               ❛      i          .   .   .     i DON’T THINK that was acting, rapunzel.   the first kiss, yes, but the          ------------          the second one          .   .   .      ❜               he trailed off, his head slowly shaking.               ❛      but i’m glad that you enjoyed it, kissing IS one of my many specialties.      ❜               a small smile creeps it’s way up on his lips as he dips his head in for a quick kiss.