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Brujon can't stand silence when there are people around him. He is not a fan of it at all. There are no comfortable silences to him, and he will most likely fill the silences with random comments.

#headcanon

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Gaël flinched back automatically when he heard Brujon coming, though he relaxed just fractionally when he realized who it was. He didn’t bother with his usual attitude— he wouldn’t be able to muster the energy for that at the moment. A noise of protest escaped when he was picked up suddenly, followed by a whimper as it cause the threads to pull on the sensitive wounds.

He simply lay still, hanging limp over the others shoulder. It was uncomfortable, but he was tired and sore by that point and just wanted to sleep and never wake up. The part of his head that had been slammed into the wall was throbbing, giving everything a fuzzy tint to it as he tried to force himself to stay awake. He clutched at the back of the others shirt tightly, eyes falling shut.

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It was good that Gaël was skinny, because otherwise carrying him around wouldn't have been so pleasant. But he figured this would be quicker in some way, and it wouldn't leave the guy open to any other injuries or getting his stuff stolen. People were assholes, this Brujon knew quite well. And while he wasn't particularly close to Gaël, he cared enough to get him some sort of help.

"Not very talkative now huh? Well that's great and all but if you could tell me about who attacked you and shit I can round up the guys and take care of them." A stimulating conversation really, but Brujon wasn't comfortable with silence when there was someone else around. There was good reason for Gaël not to talk, but it was something Brujon disliked.

"Hey kid, do me a favor and don't die, alright? It'd suck to have to replace you." Brujon commented as he walked quickly in the direction he knew the nearest hospital to be. At least he could say he was doing something useful. Montparnasse couldn't bitch at him for the next month. Or at least, Brujon would use this as an excuse to ignore said bitching.

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It had been fast— he hadn’t even seen them coming. But then his head was smashed into the alley wall, and someone was hissing into his ear. We’ll finally shut you up. And that was when the pain started.

They’d held him down by force as one of them slowly took the needle to him. By the time they left him there, bleeding and crying, his face was numb with shar points of pain. And he couldn’t even open his mouth. He clawed at the wall, desperately trying to claw his way to his feet as he whimpered in pain.

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Brujon wasn't particularly sure what had led him there. He didn't usually take this route to get to the bar he liked to visit to pick up some one night stand. He did not expect to find one of the patron-minette on the floor, bleeding and crying, and suffering in general. A part of him thought he should just walk away, it wasn't really his problem to deal with it.

The other part felt sympathetic, despite his irritation that this happened when he had planned to have a good evening. "Damn Gaël, you got yourself pretty roughed up." He took a step over to the guy and went ahead and grabbed him, tossing him over his shoulder before looking around to see if there was any sign left from those who attacked Gaël. After all, it wasn't okay for a member of the patron-minette to be beaten this way and have the people who were responsible get away with it.

"I'm going to take you to get checked by a doctor unless you tell me otherwise, but even if you tell me otherwise, I'll probably ignore you anyway because you've been messed up pretty badly."

#docteurdelanie

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Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts

“Everyone ends up alone.” "Stay close to me." "We need to get away." "This is all for you.” "How could you be so heartless?" "There’s gotta be another way out." “I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.” “I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.” “I never thought you would really go.” “I was being such a fool.” “But I can’t live without you.” “If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.” "Don’t let me down.” “And now I’m feeling stupid.” “I’ll only stay with you one more night.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Can’t take it no more.” “I used to pretend that I felt okay.” “I’ve failed you again.” “God knows that I tried…” “I was dreaming for so long.” "You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.” “If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?” "We both know how this ends." “This is not what I do.” “Is that alright?” “Am I even human?” "I’m a mess." "At least I’ve always been myself.” “No one knows my heart.” “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “There is something that you need to let me know.” “Be honest please.” “Say you’ll stay.” "I’ll look after you." “I wasn’t looking for this.” "Here’s my number." “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” “I missed you so bad.” "You see?" "Come on let’s go and play!" “Be my baby.” “Don’t you ever say I just walked away.” “I will always want you.” “I never meant to start a war.” “I just wanted you to let me in.” “I guess I should’ve let you win.” "You make me crazy from happiness." "You’re my prince from the fairy tale." "Where do I go if you leave?" "I was afraid you don’t care about me." “I can’t forget you.” “I’m your destiny.” “You are like frost.” “We just have to wait until the next life.” "We need to talk." “Where did I go wrong?” "I lost a friend." “If I don’t say this now I will surely break.” “I’m losing my control.” “What’s mine is yours to leave or take.” “You’ve begun to feel like home.” “If that’s what you want…” “But I’m only human!” “I bleed…” "I can do it!" “Don’t let them in.” “Let it go.” "We only have each other." “Okay, can I just, say something crazy?” "We are meant to be."

#askbox #give brujon some love or whatever

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Send 'What Doesn't Kill Me' and I'll write about my muse facing one of their fears.

#askbox #idk it seemed interesting

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”Oh, you will be. If I remember correctly, your father was in prison — 1811, yes. It is in the blood. Bad blood.” There was no way of getting out of it, of course, now that Javert had arrived at the scene. With the other officers, perhaps, but the inspector had that curious air about him; that purity of mind, which came from being simple, and that ferocious command, which came from being blind, coupled together with a dash of ill humor and ugliness, made a dog of a wolf, and a sickly one at that. No meat on its bones, blazing eyes, and a horrid snarl. Doubtless that its claws were sharp, but it would not use them unless necessary; the iron collar at its throat dragged at the iron in its bones and kept it low. What could have been a sword became a ball and chain though circumstance and the poor luck of being born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Such was fate.

He had to snort — oh, Javert had interest in evidence, he did, but Brujon seemed to be implying that, if it were limited, his word could somehow stand against Javert’s. Needless to say that that was naïve (and that was putting it kindly). “Do you keep a book of jests?” he asked, tapping his toe lightly against the ground twice; then, “Cuff him.”

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Bad blood was not the term Brujon would use to describe his family. Misguided perhaps, unfortunate, forced to live on the wrong side of the law based on necessity. "Because my father got arrested it runs in the blood? Forgive me inspector, but is it not a bit too presumptuous? Certainly my father was arrested in the past, but perhaps he was punished too harshly for the crime. And are you not currently seeking a man who did nothing other than steal a loaf of bread? Perhaps it is simple hearsay, but that must be tedious to search for such a man. He must be dangerous." Perhaps it was a bold, or foolish move to bring up such a subject, but the criminal liked to use these conversations to understand those who came after him. He paid careful attention to which officers of the law were willing to accept bribes and which were so self-righteous and apparently 'pure' as this one...Javert. Nothing was worse than a man of the law who thought that he was pure or better than the common folk in some way. Those were the worst to deal with.

A cold smile spread across the younger man's face. "Oh if I had the ability to write Monsieur I certainly would keep a book of jests on me. I could write everything you have spoken in it and laugh to myself." Of course Brujon actually had learned to write but it wasn't particularly important, and the best way, he found, in escaping from any prison was to have people assume he was less intelligent than he was. It would work for his benefit later on. Brujon watched the two men with the cuffs approach, and just before they got close he stretched out his leg and helped one of them stumble over his leg and into the other man. During that confusion he simply made a break for it. As charming as the conversation had been, he had no desire to get arrested and brought to prison. Breaking out would take far too much planning.

#themanofonebook #so sorry for the delay #hope this is okay #i wasn't sure how they did arrests in that time #i can fix it if need be

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#my face #brujon thinks he's so sexy

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Most of the times he went to kill somebody for Patron Minette were rather boring. Media made it seem all intense and brutal, but in some cases it happened too quickly and it was hardly much, a little pressure to a throat, or maybe a quick throat cut, but honestly, the more brutal ones to send a message were less frequent. Those were the ones he preferred. Killing the current subject was less interesting. It was so planned and structured, and so what Montparnasse wanted him to actually be doing.

Brujon preferred to work with the basis of getting a task done in his own way. Instead however, he was working with Claircouteau and staring down at the deceased with an uninterested expression. "Well I guess that takes care of him. How would you prefer to get rid of the body this time? He's a larger man so he's going to be annoying to take too far in any direction."

#claircouteau #lame title don't judge me

Brujon owns a motorcycle. He named it after Claquesous as a joke and more recently added the engraving of the name. He likes it when he mentions the name of his bike out of context.

#headcanon

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#my face

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"Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful."

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Javert does not bother to grace that with a response. Of course he does not hate this man because he is “beautiful” — he does not care for aesthetics, and bases his judgement on far more than looks. The sarcasm is not missed, no, but Javert still has no interest in forming a reply to something that he considers to be stupid.

”You will not enjoy your time in prison,” is all that he manages, twirling the chain of his irons absently around one finger. “It will ruin you and your beauty.” Crime can only ever be ugly to this man; all criminals are unappealing, disgusting; they can never be pretty, not in the least. Amusing, every so often, and good for a laugh, but nothing permanent. Society could have its fun, and then it was time to clear the trash out of the way.

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Brujon had no intention of actually remaining in prison, but if there were the possibility to get out of an arrest, he would certainly try to grasp at that opportunity. Honestly what he had said was largely a distraction, despite his undeniably good looks. Those would certainly be changed if he actually remained in prison. This wasn't, however, his first prison experience and he found he didn't much take to the idea of a second time.

"That'd imply that I'll be remainin' in prison long Inspector." He commented cheerfully. He had all manner of plans for a situation like this. Brujon was certainly not intimidated by him, nor did he find this conversation all that useful. It wasted valuable time he had to be doing what he did best. "Monsieur, that'll not ruin it when I will not be stayin' for long. You have very limited evidence, not to mention well...I simply will not be makin' this an extended stay. It's been interestin' meetin' you though."

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