Les misérables RP blog

Eventual Multi muse Les mis RP blog. Side blog. Main: Enjolras-the-revolutionary. Currently only have Grantaire and Enjolras on this blog. Wanna start a thread? I'm up for it! Willing to RP as Enjolras too, I'm not picky. 

[t0daysgoneby]

"Why did you say that?" Enjolras asked with a frown as he stood across from where R sat at a table in some Parisian cafe that he had to say that he really didn't care about. "Why? I want to know." He shuffled his lessenger bag on his shoulder with awkward fingers. "Why did you call me a robot?"

"You're like one sometimes. Tell me, Apollo, does the word crush mean anything to you?" Grantaire didn't elaborate, just looked up from the half empty paper mug of coffee in front of him. Sometimes, he wondered if Enjolras was in fact ignoring what Grantaire thought was obvious.

"Maybe android's the right word. One that's not really aware of what emotions mean yet." He wasn't trying to be rude, but he was a bit hurt, but too proud to show it.

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Enjolras squinched his face up in a frown for a moment before opening his mouth to reply, only to deflate and close it again. "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" he asked exasperatedly, spreading his arms as he asked and then letting his arms fall back down to his sides.

"I know what emotions mean!" he protested, getting even more red in the face and obviously embarrassed. Did he know what emotions mean? Really? He wasn't sure... and that made his stomach twist. He knew he felt... something... for R but he didn't understand it and that scared him. He at least knew that.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Why don't you go think about it? Or look it up! It has a lot to do with everything." Grantaire sounded bitter, hurt, staring down at the table top, shoulders drawn up, jaw tense.

"Do you? What am I feeling right now?"

He wouldn't give Enjolras the satisfaction to let him know that he had feelings for him, not tell him, but they were there, much as he hated having them, when they obviously weren't mutual.

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Enjolras didn't know what to make of this, but it made him make a frustrated hiss. "I know what a crush is, but it's hardly ever had a lot to do with everything, at least for me!" he protested.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, blushing a bit. "I..." He choked. He could tell R was... feeling... things. "You're... feeling... upset?" he tried simply, only to give a frustrated growl. "But even still! Knowing what emotions mean shouldn't necessitate me being a mind reader!" He wished he could hide how hurt he was, but it seemed to do little good.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Yes I'm upset!" Grantaire said, glaring at Enjolras, arms crossed over his chest, anger in his eyes, along with no small amount of hurt.

"Oh, so you don't get what it has to do with you, do you?" Far as Grantaire was concerned, it had everything to do with Enjolras, mainly because he had a crush on Enjolras.

"Oh it's too much for you to understand? Did I say you had to be a damn mind reader? Did I? I thought it was obvious, but oh no, you don't understand a thing!"

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.

Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.

"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.

"Are you okay?"

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Enjolras flinched as his boyfriend approached so suddenly, wincing at the hug as his arms were squeezed to his sides before managing to rest his hands on R's hips. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to... I swear." He looked around a bit over his boyfriend's shoulder before squirming his way out of the confining embrace to wrap his arms around him in return. "I..." He hesitated with a gulp, hiding his face momentarily against the side of R's neck. "I dunno." It was quiet, but it was earnest. He wished he was more cheerful. He wished he could just brush it off... but it wasn't so easy.

[t0daysgoneby]

"I know, Apollo. I know." Grantaire wasn't angry, just worried, trying his best to find what was hurting Enjolras. "What do you think about couch or bed cuddles? Put on some comfy clothes, watch Lord of the rings for the billionth time and just relax?" He offered, wanting Enjolras as close as possible, preferably on his chest.

"I get that you're all about protests and all, but if you're gonna get yourself hurt, please do that when I'm not watching, Apollo."

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Enjolras continued to cling to his boyfriend, fingers knotting in the cloth of his shirt as he held and was held by him. He swallowed hard and felt himself begin to tremble. "I just... I want you to hold me. Please." It sounded more pleading than he would have liked, but in the privacy of their apartment, there was no one to know. He gave a sniffle and hid his face more effectively.

"I know, I kn-know." He whispered. "I just... they went after Jehan and Jehan wasn't even d-doing anything. I just... I couldn't let them..."

[t0daysgoneby]

"I can do that. Of course I can. C'mon. Let's go to the couch, okay? It's more comfy, and I think we both need that." Grantaire said, let one of his hands find its way to Enjolras' hair, combing his fingers through it.

"Apollo.. I know. I know. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, but genuinely, what the hell were you thinking? You're brave, you are... but... don't scare me like that."

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Enjolras nodded, almost crumpling as he felt his boyfriend's fingers land in his hair. He gave a quiet whimper. He sniffled a couple of more times, just relieved to be home. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, voice shaking. "I just couldn't let them hurt my friend, our friend." Despite the tremor in his voice, it rang with finality.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Oh you..." Grantaire's voice was gentle, and he kept combing his fingers through Enjolras' hair. "I'm not mad. Honestly, you scared me, but only because I thought I'd lose you. I love you. I can't be mad at you. I can't stay mad at you, and I never even was. You did the right thing. That's what you do. That's the man I fell for." He let go, let one hand move to his pocket, but decided against it, it wasn't the perfect moment.

"Well... I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, I made dinner, I got some non-alcoholic champagne, because I had a date planned tonight, but, I can just ignore all that if you'd rather not. You always come first, Apollo."

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Enjolras felt so very coose to tears and he hated it, clinging to his boyfriend as he listened, shaking in R's arms. "Thank you," he finally whispered. He didn't regret it, and nothing could make him hate it... but hearing his boyfriend say as much made him feel a little better.

He listened and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry," he started, "but I can't do a date tonight... can we just... eat? We shouldn't waste what you made, but I... I just..." He gulped.

[t0daysgoneby]

"We can. Absolutely. Screw date night, it's just a dinner, okay? No expectations, no nothing. Just a nice dinner." Grantaire said, his hand against Enjolras' back.

"You don't have to explain, Enjolras. It's okay. We can have a dinner, and then we'll see, okay? You're okay, right?"

He rubbed his back gently, patient.

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Enjolras breathed a hefty sigh of relief, leaning harder against Grantaire as he felt the hand settle against his back.

"I..." he started, before stopping, actually having to think about it. "I don't know. Exactly. I'm hurting. A-and, and it was scary, R." He said it all so quietly, and it was muffled against his boyfriend's shoulder. "And people get treated worse than they did to me... just because they're different. They were just mad at me..." He hissed and winced as R's hand slid over one of the dark bruises on his back but didn't pull away.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Enj. You're allowed to be scared, honestly, I was so damn scared too. I thought I'd lose you. I thought about what I'd do if that happened." Grantaire admitted, hand moving from Enjolras' back to his cheek, ran his thumb along his cheekbone.

"I love you. They were wrong to do that, Apollo. They were. It's not right, but... for now, don't think about it? Some food will help. Come on."

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Enjolras listened blankly, nodding in all the right places, only to close his eyes and whimper as his boyfriend held his cheek and ran his thumb along his cheek bone. He brought a hand of his own up to his face to take R's hand and press a kiss to the palm before moving it back to his cheek with a hum.

He nodded, giving a sigh, only he didn't move towards the kitchen, instead, looking towards the couch. "Could we... would you hold me first? I'm still so anxious I don't know that I could eat.'

[t0daysgoneby]

"Of course. Come on. We can reheat the food, it's okay. It's alright." He wrapped an arm around Enjolras' shoulders, slowly leading him towards the couch.

"I'll hug you, okay? Tightly." He hoped that was okay, hoped it'd calm Enjolras down, and maybe make his own nerves feel less intense. Enjolras was there, alive, safe, home, where he belonged.

"I'll hold you. Long as you want. All night if you need me to. Okay? It's safe. You're... you're safe. Home."

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Enjolras relaxed a bit as R wrapped an arm around him, leaning against his boyfriend with a hum, following where he was led even as he continued to shake nervously. It seemed like that wasn't going anywhere so easily.

When they got to the couch, he immediately sank down onto it with a sigh, looking up at R with wide eyes, giving a gulp, and nodding. "Maybe... maybe not too tight, ok? But... but yes. Please."

He tugged R down onto the couch to sit beside him before giving a whimper as he curled up against his boyfriend's side, shaking in his arms.

[t0daysgoneby]

"You're shaking, Apollo. It's alright. You're safe, we're home, we're okay. I'm here. Breathe with me." He wrapped his arms around him, relatively tight, but not too tight, still allowing Enjolras to move, and get away if he wanted to.

"I'm right here. Do you want... music? The TV? Or is this enough?" He offered, trying to make Enjolras relax.

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras was where he preferred to be, sequestered in his rooms with his own private library for study instead of out in the world. If he was going to be king, if he survived to be king, he wanted to be a king for the masses, not one who looked down on the poor and treated his people as tools instead of the living beings they were. And so he studied. And waited. For now, some of this preference was an excuse, as he waited for security that he hadn't had as of late. Someone wanted him dead, and so he needed protection, his father insisted. So he waited, locked away and guarded like some kind of jewel, trying to entertain himself with revolutionary philosophy while he also tried to puzzle out this plot and what was actually going on.

Grantaire was to be stationed right next to the prince at all times, and he was aware of that, having recived clear instructions to do so.

"Good afternoon, your highness." The formality of it all made him irritated, but he couldn't let that show, or he would never live it down if word reached his father. His armor was new, and he was certain he'd overheat in it, but at least the job was indoors, standing guard over a reading man. It made his skin crawl with how long the hours were, one hand on his sword, idly keeping his eyes on the door.

He held no love for the job, but as the youngest son of a nobleman, knighthood was a mighty fine career, far as Grantaire's father was concerned. Especially when it came to being the bodyguard to the prince himself.

It was paying well at least, if nothing else.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Why did you say that?" Enjolras asked with a frown as he stood across from where R sat at a table in some Parisian cafe that he had to say that he really didn't care about. "Why? I want to know." He shuffled his lessenger bag on his shoulder with awkward fingers. "Why did you call me a robot?"

"You're like one sometimes. Tell me, Apollo, does the word crush mean anything to you?" Grantaire didn't elaborate, just looked up from the half empty paper mug of coffee in front of him. Sometimes, he wondered if Enjolras was in fact ignoring what Grantaire thought was obvious.

"Maybe android's the right word. One that's not really aware of what emotions mean yet." He wasn't trying to be rude, but he was a bit hurt, but too proud to show it.

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Enjolras squinched his face up in a frown for a moment before opening his mouth to reply, only to deflate and close it again. "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" he asked exasperatedly, spreading his arms as he asked and then letting his arms fall back down to his sides.

"I know what emotions mean!" he protested, getting even more red in the face and obviously embarrassed. Did he know what emotions mean? Really? He wasn't sure... and that made his stomach twist. He knew he felt... something... for R but he didn't understand it and that scared him. He at least knew that.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Why don't you go think about it? Or look it up! It has a lot to do with everything." Grantaire sounded bitter, hurt, staring down at the table top, shoulders drawn up, jaw tense.

"Do you? What am I feeling right now?"

He wouldn't give Enjolras the satisfaction to let him know that he had feelings for him, not tell him, but they were there, much as he hated having them, when they obviously weren't mutual.

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.

Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.

"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.

"Are you okay?"

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Enjolras flinched as his boyfriend approached so suddenly, wincing at the hug as his arms were squeezed to his sides before managing to rest his hands on R's hips. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to... I swear." He looked around a bit over his boyfriend's shoulder before squirming his way out of the confining embrace to wrap his arms around him in return. "I..." He hesitated with a gulp, hiding his face momentarily against the side of R's neck. "I dunno." It was quiet, but it was earnest. He wished he was more cheerful. He wished he could just brush it off... but it wasn't so easy.

[t0daysgoneby]

"I know, Apollo. I know." Grantaire wasn't angry, just worried, trying his best to find what was hurting Enjolras. "What do you think about couch or bed cuddles? Put on some comfy clothes, watch Lord of the rings for the billionth time and just relax?" He offered, wanting Enjolras as close as possible, preferably on his chest.

"I get that you're all about protests and all, but if you're gonna get yourself hurt, please do that when I'm not watching, Apollo."

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Enjolras continued to cling to his boyfriend, fingers knotting in the cloth of his shirt as he held and was held by him. He swallowed hard and felt himself begin to tremble. "I just... I want you to hold me. Please." It sounded more pleading than he would have liked, but in the privacy of their apartment, there was no one to know. He gave a sniffle and hid his face more effectively.

"I know, I kn-know." He whispered. "I just... they went after Jehan and Jehan wasn't even d-doing anything. I just... I couldn't let them..."

[t0daysgoneby]

"I can do that. Of course I can. C'mon. Let's go to the couch, okay? It's more comfy, and I think we both need that." Grantaire said, let one of his hands find its way to Enjolras' hair, combing his fingers through it.

"Apollo.. I know. I know. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, but genuinely, what the hell were you thinking? You're brave, you are... but... don't scare me like that."

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Enjolras nodded, almost crumpling as he felt his boyfriend's fingers land in his hair. He gave a quiet whimper. He sniffled a couple of more times, just relieved to be home. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, voice shaking. "I just couldn't let them hurt my friend, our friend." Despite the tremor in his voice, it rang with finality.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Oh you..." Grantaire's voice was gentle, and he kept combing his fingers through Enjolras' hair. "I'm not mad. Honestly, you scared me, but only because I thought I'd lose you. I love you. I can't be mad at you. I can't stay mad at you, and I never even was. You did the right thing. That's what you do. That's the man I fell for." He let go, let one hand move to his pocket, but decided against it, it wasn't the perfect moment.

"Well... I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, I made dinner, I got some non-alcoholic champagne, because I had a date planned tonight, but, I can just ignore all that if you'd rather not. You always come first, Apollo."

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Enjolras felt so very coose to tears and he hated it, clinging to his boyfriend as he listened, shaking in R's arms. "Thank you," he finally whispered. He didn't regret it, and nothing could make him hate it... but hearing his boyfriend say as much made him feel a little better.

He listened and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry," he started, "but I can't do a date tonight... can we just... eat? We shouldn't waste what you made, but I... I just..." He gulped.

[t0daysgoneby]

"We can. Absolutely. Screw date night, it's just a dinner, okay? No expectations, no nothing. Just a nice dinner." Grantaire said, his hand against Enjolras' back.

"You don't have to explain, Enjolras. It's okay. We can have a dinner, and then we'll see, okay? You're okay, right?"

He rubbed his back gently, patient.

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Enjolras breathed a hefty sigh of relief, leaning harder against Grantaire as he felt the hand settle against his back.

"I..." he started, before stopping, actually having to think about it. "I don't know. Exactly. I'm hurting. A-and, and it was scary, R." He said it all so quietly, and it was muffled against his boyfriend's shoulder. "And people get treated worse than they did to me... just because they're different. They were just mad at me..." He hissed and winced as R's hand slid over one of the dark bruises on his back but didn't pull away.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Enj. You're allowed to be scared, honestly, I was so damn scared too. I thought I'd lose you. I thought about what I'd do if that happened." Grantaire admitted, hand moving from Enjolras' back to his cheek, ran his thumb along his cheekbone.

"I love you. They were wrong to do that, Apollo. They were. It's not right, but... for now, don't think about it? Some food will help. Come on."

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Enjolras listened blankly, nodding in all the right places, only to close his eyes and whimper as his boyfriend held his cheek and ran his thumb along his cheek bone. He brought a hand of his own up to his face to take R's hand and press a kiss to the palm before moving it back to his cheek with a hum.

He nodded, giving a sigh, only he didn't move towards the kitchen, instead, looking towards the couch. "Could we... would you hold me first? I'm still so anxious I don't know that I could eat.'

[t0daysgoneby]

"Of course. Come on. We can reheat the food, it's okay. It's alright." He wrapped an arm around Enjolras' shoulders, slowly leading him towards the couch.

"I'll hug you, okay? Tightly." He hoped that was okay, hoped it'd calm Enjolras down, and maybe make his own nerves feel less intense. Enjolras was there, alive, safe, home, where he belonged.

"I'll hold you. Long as you want. All night if you need me to. Okay? It's safe. You're... you're safe. Home."

[t0daysgoneby]

"Man overboard!" came the cry from the ship's lookout as he pointed off to the side, to where a man appeared to be floating on a piece of wood, unconscious.

He was hauled aboard but didn't wake, so the crew delivered him to the captain's quarters, where he continued to sleep off whatever had caused him to be unconscious in the first place.

Something was different about him, though. He seemed... ethereal, in a way. But that wasn't just to do with his beauty, really... There was more. Light reflected off the scale-like surface of his abdomen as his shirt shifted. Slits like gills became visible as his gorgeous long blonde hair was moved about. But he didn't wake, even as he continued to breathe.

"Well I never..." Grantaire had heard the legends, as well as anyone. Still, to see it with his own eyes was a whole different thing all together, and perhaps he was a little taken by surprise, but collected himself.

He took a seat, waited, grateful that the crew had gone back to work. "Well well, what do we have here? Man, or a fish?" He mumbled to himself, moving the creature's hair, studying the gills. This was no ordinary man, and that was obvious. He kept one hand on a dagger, awaiting that the man's eyes would open.

Siren. Merman, or anything like the sort, one creature he never expected to see.

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The creature shivered where he lay, squirming in his bonds as he slept on for a while longer before stirring with a grimace. His eyes were hazy and his vosion blurry as he twisted around, confused and clearly frightened, and looking even more confused and frightened by the second. And then his clear blue eyes landed on a human and he squirmed all the harder, causing the rooes to bite into his sensitive skin.

[t0daysgoneby]

Grantaire sat back, watching the creature stir. "Good morning. You'll have to forgive these ropes. Safety precaution." He stated, eyes fixed on the creature. "Are you perhaps a siren? If so, those ropes will be accompanied by a rag. I value my ship, and my crew." That was a thing he was never going to give up.

He kept his eyes fixed on the creature, barely blinking.

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Enjolras was afraid and it shone clearly in his beautiful blue eyes as he stared at the pirate, a moment passing before finally making eye contact with his captor. He took a deep breath and winced as if the mechanism to do such stung but listened attentively, as if he could do anything else. He waited several moments before speaking, squirming uncomfortably before giving a glare. "I'm no siren," he said, his voice somewhat raspy as he became accustomed to speaking above water. "Where am I?" He looked around, fear still clear in his eyes.

[t0daysgoneby]

"You are something. I bet you would sink this ship if you got the chance, am I right?" Grantaire stated, giving a glare in return.

"You are in my quarters, and this? This is my ship. Don't worry, you will find the hold soon enough. But first, creature, I want answers."

A creature like this could fetch money, and Grantaire knew as much, and was determined to keep him alive.

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Enjolras blushed slightly green and shrugged as nonchalantly as he could. "I could, I suppose..." he said, trying again for nonchalance. He looked away at the glare.

"Why should I tell you anything? And what do you even want to know? You haven't asked me anything." The response came sharply through the creature's raspy voice as he turned his head, again, to glare at the captain with eyes as blue as the clearest crystal sea.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Because, creature, you are not in charge here. I could have you in chains if I desired, but I will not. I could also go to the nearest port, and hold an auction. Good money in it, I suppose, for men like me." Grantaire said, calmly picking up a dagger.

"First of all, what are you? Who are you?" This was curiousity on the captain's part, watching the creature, who he couldn't deny was beautiful.

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Enjolras narrowed his eyes at the human, suspicious and frustrated, frightened and nervous as he saw the dagger. He was certainly not at an advantage here. His legs felt shaky even as he sat before the captain. The idea of being auctioned off made him gulp and draw a tense intake of breath, but he said nothing else.

"I do not know what your kind would call me," he said simply, sharply, but not nearly so sharp as the blade the captain held. He was careful about that. "My name, however is-" He made a screeching humming sound, clearly soeaking in his own language.

[t0daysgoneby]

"I am going to pretend that wasn't the most ear shattering sound I ever heard. Do not do that again. We will have to give you a name that can be said."

Grantaire leaned forward, locking eyes with the creature in front of him.

"Let me be very clear on a few things. You will, until I say otherwise, pull your weight. If I ask you to climb the mast, you do so."

He breathed in, with calmness across his face, curiousity there as well.

"This is a ship where every man, or woman, or creature, pull their weight. We are not the king's bloody navy, we take what we want."

[t0daysgoneby]

"Why did you say that?" Enjolras asked with a frown as he stood across from where R sat at a table in some Parisian cafe that he had to say that he really didn't care about. "Why? I want to know." He shuffled his lessenger bag on his shoulder with awkward fingers. "Why did you call me a robot?"

"You're like one sometimes. Tell me, Apollo, does the word crush mean anything to you?" Grantaire didn't elaborate, just looked up from the half empty paper mug of coffee in front of him. Sometimes, he wondered if Enjolras was in fact ignoring what Grantaire thought was obvious.

"Maybe android's the right word. One that's not really aware of what emotions mean yet." He wasn't trying to be rude, but he was a bit hurt, but too proud to show it.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Man overboard!" came the cry from the ship's lookout as he pointed off to the side, to where a man appeared to be floating on a piece of wood, unconscious.

He was hauled aboard but didn't wake, so the crew delivered him to the captain's quarters, where he continued to sleep off whatever had caused him to be unconscious in the first place.

Something was different about him, though. He seemed... ethereal, in a way. But that wasn't just to do with his beauty, really... There was more. Light reflected off the scale-like surface of his abdomen as his shirt shifted. Slits like gills became visible as his gorgeous long blonde hair was moved about. But he didn't wake, even as he continued to breathe.

"Well I never..." Grantaire had heard the legends, as well as anyone. Still, to see it with his own eyes was a whole different thing all together, and perhaps he was a little taken by surprise, but collected himself.

He took a seat, waited, grateful that the crew had gone back to work. "Well well, what do we have here? Man, or a fish?" He mumbled to himself, moving the creature's hair, studying the gills. This was no ordinary man, and that was obvious. He kept one hand on a dagger, awaiting that the man's eyes would open.

Siren. Merman, or anything like the sort, one creature he never expected to see.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

The creature shivered where he lay, squirming in his bonds as he slept on for a while longer before stirring with a grimace. His eyes were hazy and his vosion blurry as he twisted around, confused and clearly frightened, and looking even more confused and frightened by the second. And then his clear blue eyes landed on a human and he squirmed all the harder, causing the rooes to bite into his sensitive skin.

[t0daysgoneby]

Grantaire sat back, watching the creature stir. "Good morning. You'll have to forgive these ropes. Safety precaution." He stated, eyes fixed on the creature. "Are you perhaps a siren? If so, those ropes will be accompanied by a rag. I value my ship, and my crew." That was a thing he was never going to give up.

He kept his eyes fixed on the creature, barely blinking.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras was afraid and it shone clearly in his beautiful blue eyes as he stared at the pirate, a moment passing before finally making eye contact with his captor. He took a deep breath and winced as if the mechanism to do such stung but listened attentively, as if he could do anything else. He waited several moments before speaking, squirming uncomfortably before giving a glare. "I'm no siren," he said, his voice somewhat raspy as he became accustomed to speaking above water. "Where am I?" He looked around, fear still clear in his eyes.

[t0daysgoneby]

"You are something. I bet you would sink this ship if you got the chance, am I right?" Grantaire stated, giving a glare in return.

"You are in my quarters, and this? This is my ship. Don't worry, you will find the hold soon enough. But first, creature, I want answers."

A creature like this could fetch money, and Grantaire knew as much, and was determined to keep him alive.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras blushed slightly green and shrugged as nonchalantly as he could. "I could, I suppose..." he said, trying again for nonchalance. He looked away at the glare.

"Why should I tell you anything? And what do you even want to know? You haven't asked me anything." The response came sharply through the creature's raspy voice as he turned his head, again, to glare at the captain with eyes as blue as the clearest crystal sea.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Because, creature, you are not in charge here. I could have you in chains if I desired, but I will not. I could also go to the nearest port, and hold an auction. Good money in it, I suppose, for men like me." Grantaire said, calmly picking up a dagger.

"First of all, what are you? Who are you?" This was curiousity on the captain's part, watching the creature, who he couldn't deny was beautiful.

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.

Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.

"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.

"Are you okay?"

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras flinched as his boyfriend approached so suddenly, wincing at the hug as his arms were squeezed to his sides before managing to rest his hands on R's hips. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to... I swear." He looked around a bit over his boyfriend's shoulder before squirming his way out of the confining embrace to wrap his arms around him in return. "I..." He hesitated with a gulp, hiding his face momentarily against the side of R's neck. "I dunno." It was quiet, but it was earnest. He wished he was more cheerful. He wished he could just brush it off... but it wasn't so easy.

[t0daysgoneby]

"I know, Apollo. I know." Grantaire wasn't angry, just worried, trying his best to find what was hurting Enjolras. "What do you think about couch or bed cuddles? Put on some comfy clothes, watch Lord of the rings for the billionth time and just relax?" He offered, wanting Enjolras as close as possible, preferably on his chest.

"I get that you're all about protests and all, but if you're gonna get yourself hurt, please do that when I'm not watching, Apollo."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras continued to cling to his boyfriend, fingers knotting in the cloth of his shirt as he held and was held by him. He swallowed hard and felt himself begin to tremble. "I just... I want you to hold me. Please." It sounded more pleading than he would have liked, but in the privacy of their apartment, there was no one to know. He gave a sniffle and hid his face more effectively.

"I know, I kn-know." He whispered. "I just... they went after Jehan and Jehan wasn't even d-doing anything. I just... I couldn't let them..."

[t0daysgoneby]

"I can do that. Of course I can. C'mon. Let's go to the couch, okay? It's more comfy, and I think we both need that." Grantaire said, let one of his hands find its way to Enjolras' hair, combing his fingers through it.

"Apollo.. I know. I know. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, but genuinely, what the hell were you thinking? You're brave, you are... but... don't scare me like that."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras nodded, almost crumpling as he felt his boyfriend's fingers land in his hair. He gave a quiet whimper. He sniffled a couple of more times, just relieved to be home. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, voice shaking. "I just couldn't let them hurt my friend, our friend." Despite the tremor in his voice, it rang with finality.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Oh you..." Grantaire's voice was gentle, and he kept combing his fingers through Enjolras' hair. "I'm not mad. Honestly, you scared me, but only because I thought I'd lose you. I love you. I can't be mad at you. I can't stay mad at you, and I never even was. You did the right thing. That's what you do. That's the man I fell for." He let go, let one hand move to his pocket, but decided against it, it wasn't the perfect moment.

"Well... I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, I made dinner, I got some non-alcoholic champagne, because I had a date planned tonight, but, I can just ignore all that if you'd rather not. You always come first, Apollo."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras felt so very coose to tears and he hated it, clinging to his boyfriend as he listened, shaking in R's arms. "Thank you," he finally whispered. He didn't regret it, and nothing could make him hate it... but hearing his boyfriend say as much made him feel a little better.

He listened and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry," he started, "but I can't do a date tonight... can we just... eat? We shouldn't waste what you made, but I... I just..." He gulped.

[t0daysgoneby]

"We can. Absolutely. Screw date night, it's just a dinner, okay? No expectations, no nothing. Just a nice dinner." Grantaire said, his hand against Enjolras' back.

"You don't have to explain, Enjolras. It's okay. We can have a dinner, and then we'll see, okay? You're okay, right?"

He rubbed his back gently, patient.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras breathed a hefty sigh of relief, leaning harder against Grantaire as he felt the hand settle against his back.

"I..." he started, before stopping, actually having to think about it. "I don't know. Exactly. I'm hurting. A-and, and it was scary, R." He said it all so quietly, and it was muffled against his boyfriend's shoulder. "And people get treated worse than they did to me... just because they're different. They were just mad at me..." He hissed and winced as R's hand slid over one of the dark bruises on his back but didn't pull away.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Enj. You're allowed to be scared, honestly, I was so damn scared too. I thought I'd lose you. I thought about what I'd do if that happened." Grantaire admitted, hand moving from Enjolras' back to his cheek, ran his thumb along his cheekbone.

"I love you. They were wrong to do that, Apollo. They were. It's not right, but... for now, don't think about it? Some food will help. Come on."

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.

Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.

"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.

"Are you okay?"

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras flinched as his boyfriend approached so suddenly, wincing at the hug as his arms were squeezed to his sides before managing to rest his hands on R's hips. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to... I swear." He looked around a bit over his boyfriend's shoulder before squirming his way out of the confining embrace to wrap his arms around him in return. "I..." He hesitated with a gulp, hiding his face momentarily against the side of R's neck. "I dunno." It was quiet, but it was earnest. He wished he was more cheerful. He wished he could just brush it off... but it wasn't so easy.

[t0daysgoneby]

"I know, Apollo. I know." Grantaire wasn't angry, just worried, trying his best to find what was hurting Enjolras. "What do you think about couch or bed cuddles? Put on some comfy clothes, watch Lord of the rings for the billionth time and just relax?" He offered, wanting Enjolras as close as possible, preferably on his chest.

"I get that you're all about protests and all, but if you're gonna get yourself hurt, please do that when I'm not watching, Apollo."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras continued to cling to his boyfriend, fingers knotting in the cloth of his shirt as he held and was held by him. He swallowed hard and felt himself begin to tremble. "I just... I want you to hold me. Please." It sounded more pleading than he would have liked, but in the privacy of their apartment, there was no one to know. He gave a sniffle and hid his face more effectively.

"I know, I kn-know." He whispered. "I just... they went after Jehan and Jehan wasn't even d-doing anything. I just... I couldn't let them..."

[t0daysgoneby]

"I can do that. Of course I can. C'mon. Let's go to the couch, okay? It's more comfy, and I think we both need that." Grantaire said, let one of his hands find its way to Enjolras' hair, combing his fingers through it.

"Apollo.. I know. I know. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, but genuinely, what the hell were you thinking? You're brave, you are... but... don't scare me like that."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras nodded, almost crumpling as he felt his boyfriend's fingers land in his hair. He gave a quiet whimper. He sniffled a couple of more times, just relieved to be home. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, voice shaking. "I just couldn't let them hurt my friend, our friend." Despite the tremor in his voice, it rang with finality.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Oh you..." Grantaire's voice was gentle, and he kept combing his fingers through Enjolras' hair. "I'm not mad. Honestly, you scared me, but only because I thought I'd lose you. I love you. I can't be mad at you. I can't stay mad at you, and I never even was. You did the right thing. That's what you do. That's the man I fell for." He let go, let one hand move to his pocket, but decided against it, it wasn't the perfect moment.

"Well... I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, I made dinner, I got some non-alcoholic champagne, because I had a date planned tonight, but, I can just ignore all that if you'd rather not. You always come first, Apollo."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras felt so very coose to tears and he hated it, clinging to his boyfriend as he listened, shaking in R's arms. "Thank you," he finally whispered. He didn't regret it, and nothing could make him hate it... but hearing his boyfriend say as much made him feel a little better.

He listened and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry," he started, "but I can't do a date tonight... can we just... eat? We shouldn't waste what you made, but I... I just..." He gulped.

[t0daysgoneby]

"We can. Absolutely. Screw date night, it's just a dinner, okay? No expectations, no nothing. Just a nice dinner." Grantaire said, his hand against Enjolras' back.

"You don't have to explain, Enjolras. It's okay. We can have a dinner, and then we'll see, okay? You're okay, right?"

He rubbed his back gently, patient.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Man overboard!" came the cry from the ship's lookout as he pointed off to the side, to where a man appeared to be floating on a piece of wood, unconscious.

He was hauled aboard but didn't wake, so the crew delivered him to the captain's quarters, where he continued to sleep off whatever had caused him to be unconscious in the first place.

Something was different about him, though. He seemed... ethereal, in a way. But that wasn't just to do with his beauty, really... There was more. Light reflected off the scale-like surface of his abdomen as his shirt shifted. Slits like gills became visible as his gorgeous long blonde hair was moved about. But he didn't wake, even as he continued to breathe.

"Well I never..." Grantaire had heard the legends, as well as anyone. Still, to see it with his own eyes was a whole different thing all together, and perhaps he was a little taken by surprise, but collected himself.

He took a seat, waited, grateful that the crew had gone back to work. "Well well, what do we have here? Man, or a fish?" He mumbled to himself, moving the creature's hair, studying the gills. This was no ordinary man, and that was obvious. He kept one hand on a dagger, awaiting that the man's eyes would open.

Siren. Merman, or anything like the sort, one creature he never expected to see.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

The creature shivered where he lay, squirming in his bonds as he slept on for a while longer before stirring with a grimace. His eyes were hazy and his vosion blurry as he twisted around, confused and clearly frightened, and looking even more confused and frightened by the second. And then his clear blue eyes landed on a human and he squirmed all the harder, causing the rooes to bite into his sensitive skin.

[t0daysgoneby]

Grantaire sat back, watching the creature stir. "Good morning. You'll have to forgive these ropes. Safety precaution." He stated, eyes fixed on the creature. "Are you perhaps a siren? If so, those ropes will be accompanied by a rag. I value my ship, and my crew." That was a thing he was never going to give up.

He kept his eyes fixed on the creature, barely blinking.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras was afraid and it shone clearly in his beautiful blue eyes as he stared at the pirate, a moment passing before finally making eye contact with his captor. He took a deep breath and winced as if the mechanism to do such stung but listened attentively, as if he could do anything else. He waited several moments before speaking, squirming uncomfortably before giving a glare. "I'm no siren," he said, his voice somewhat raspy as he became accustomed to speaking above water. "Where am I?" He looked around, fear still clear in his eyes.

[t0daysgoneby]

"You are something. I bet you would sink this ship if you got the chance, am I right?" Grantaire stated, giving a glare in return.

"You are in my quarters, and this? This is my ship. Don't worry, you will find the hold soon enough. But first, creature, I want answers."

A creature like this could fetch money, and Grantaire knew as much, and was determined to keep him alive.

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.

Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.

"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.

"Are you okay?"

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras flinched as his boyfriend approached so suddenly, wincing at the hug as his arms were squeezed to his sides before managing to rest his hands on R's hips. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to... I swear." He looked around a bit over his boyfriend's shoulder before squirming his way out of the confining embrace to wrap his arms around him in return. "I..." He hesitated with a gulp, hiding his face momentarily against the side of R's neck. "I dunno." It was quiet, but it was earnest. He wished he was more cheerful. He wished he could just brush it off... but it wasn't so easy.

[t0daysgoneby]

"I know, Apollo. I know." Grantaire wasn't angry, just worried, trying his best to find what was hurting Enjolras. "What do you think about couch or bed cuddles? Put on some comfy clothes, watch Lord of the rings for the billionth time and just relax?" He offered, wanting Enjolras as close as possible, preferably on his chest.

"I get that you're all about protests and all, but if you're gonna get yourself hurt, please do that when I'm not watching, Apollo."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras continued to cling to his boyfriend, fingers knotting in the cloth of his shirt as he held and was held by him. He swallowed hard and felt himself begin to tremble. "I just... I want you to hold me. Please." It sounded more pleading than he would have liked, but in the privacy of their apartment, there was no one to know. He gave a sniffle and hid his face more effectively.

"I know, I kn-know." He whispered. "I just... they went after Jehan and Jehan wasn't even d-doing anything. I just... I couldn't let them..."

[t0daysgoneby]

"I can do that. Of course I can. C'mon. Let's go to the couch, okay? It's more comfy, and I think we both need that." Grantaire said, let one of his hands find its way to Enjolras' hair, combing his fingers through it.

"Apollo.. I know. I know. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, but genuinely, what the hell were you thinking? You're brave, you are... but... don't scare me like that."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras nodded, almost crumpling as he felt his boyfriend's fingers land in his hair. He gave a quiet whimper. He sniffled a couple of more times, just relieved to be home. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, voice shaking. "I just couldn't let them hurt my friend, our friend." Despite the tremor in his voice, it rang with finality.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Oh you..." Grantaire's voice was gentle, and he kept combing his fingers through Enjolras' hair. "I'm not mad. Honestly, you scared me, but only because I thought I'd lose you. I love you. I can't be mad at you. I can't stay mad at you, and I never even was. You did the right thing. That's what you do. That's the man I fell for." He let go, let one hand move to his pocket, but decided against it, it wasn't the perfect moment.

"Well... I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, I made dinner, I got some non-alcoholic champagne, because I had a date planned tonight, but, I can just ignore all that if you'd rather not. You always come first, Apollo."

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.

Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.

"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.

"Are you okay?"

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras flinched as his boyfriend approached so suddenly, wincing at the hug as his arms were squeezed to his sides before managing to rest his hands on R's hips. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to... I swear." He looked around a bit over his boyfriend's shoulder before squirming his way out of the confining embrace to wrap his arms around him in return. "I..." He hesitated with a gulp, hiding his face momentarily against the side of R's neck. "I dunno." It was quiet, but it was earnest. He wished he was more cheerful. He wished he could just brush it off... but it wasn't so easy.

[t0daysgoneby]

"I know, Apollo. I know." Grantaire wasn't angry, just worried, trying his best to find what was hurting Enjolras. "What do you think about couch or bed cuddles? Put on some comfy clothes, watch Lord of the rings for the billionth time and just relax?" He offered, wanting Enjolras as close as possible, preferably on his chest.

"I get that you're all about protests and all, but if you're gonna get yourself hurt, please do that when I'm not watching, Apollo."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras continued to cling to his boyfriend, fingers knotting in the cloth of his shirt as he held and was held by him. He swallowed hard and felt himself begin to tremble. "I just... I want you to hold me. Please." It sounded more pleading than he would have liked, but in the privacy of their apartment, there was no one to know. He gave a sniffle and hid his face more effectively.

"I know, I kn-know." He whispered. "I just... they went after Jehan and Jehan wasn't even d-doing anything. I just... I couldn't let them..."

[t0daysgoneby]

"I can do that. Of course I can. C'mon. Let's go to the couch, okay? It's more comfy, and I think we both need that." Grantaire said, let one of his hands find its way to Enjolras' hair, combing his fingers through it.

"Apollo.. I know. I know. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, but genuinely, what the hell were you thinking? You're brave, you are... but... don't scare me like that."

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.

Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.

"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.

"Are you okay?"

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras flinched as his boyfriend approached so suddenly, wincing at the hug as his arms were squeezed to his sides before managing to rest his hands on R's hips. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to... I swear." He looked around a bit over his boyfriend's shoulder before squirming his way out of the confining embrace to wrap his arms around him in return. "I..." He hesitated with a gulp, hiding his face momentarily against the side of R's neck. "I dunno." It was quiet, but it was earnest. He wished he was more cheerful. He wished he could just brush it off... but it wasn't so easy.

[t0daysgoneby]

"I know, Apollo. I know." Grantaire wasn't angry, just worried, trying his best to find what was hurting Enjolras. "What do you think about couch or bed cuddles? Put on some comfy clothes, watch Lord of the rings for the billionth time and just relax?" He offered, wanting Enjolras as close as possible, preferably on his chest.

"I get that you're all about protests and all, but if you're gonna get yourself hurt, please do that when I'm not watching, Apollo."

[t0daysgoneby]

Enjolras hesitated at the door. He knew that Courf and Ferre had left, and hated that he felt grateful that they had... the only person who remained was his boyfriend, and somehow, that was terrifying, too. He felt like he could feel every bruose on his body, sharp and hot. They were very obvious, and they were very bad, but there was nothing to do about that now... right? He shifted his bag on his uninjured shoulder, busted up knuckles bandaged carefully by Joly while his coothes had washed. Thankfully most of the blood and dirt had come out of his hoodie. The idea of losing it, especially after such an ordeal, was a miserable thought. He swallowed hard and hesitated a moment more, one hand on the door handle before pulling out his key and setting it in the lock and turning it and swinging the door open and stepping inside, not sure what awaited him.

Grantaire was beyond relieved to see him, as he practically ran up to the door.

"You scared the life out of me, don't do that again, my heart can't take it." He pulled Enjolras in for a tight hug, maybe a little too tight, before taking a long look at his boyfriend, studying all the injuries he could see. He had been stressed, and the evidence of that were in scattered mugs containing either paint water or forgotten coffee, tattoo designs discarded half way through being done, markers and paint brushes scattered everywhere in their apartment.

"Are you okay?"

[t0daysgoneby]

"Man overboard!" came the cry from the ship's lookout as he pointed off to the side, to where a man appeared to be floating on a piece of wood, unconscious.

He was hauled aboard but didn't wake, so the crew delivered him to the captain's quarters, where he continued to sleep off whatever had caused him to be unconscious in the first place.

Something was different about him, though. He seemed... ethereal, in a way. But that wasn't just to do with his beauty, really... There was more. Light reflected off the scale-like surface of his abdomen as his shirt shifted. Slits like gills became visible as his gorgeous long blonde hair was moved about. But he didn't wake, even as he continued to breathe.

"Well I never..." Grantaire had heard the legends, as well as anyone. Still, to see it with his own eyes was a whole different thing all together, and perhaps he was a little taken by surprise, but collected himself.

He took a seat, waited, grateful that the crew had gone back to work. "Well well, what do we have here? Man, or a fish?" He mumbled to himself, moving the creature's hair, studying the gills. This was no ordinary man, and that was obvious. He kept one hand on a dagger, awaiting that the man's eyes would open.

Siren. Merman, or anything like the sort, one creature he never expected to see.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

The creature shivered where he lay, squirming in his bonds as he slept on for a while longer before stirring with a grimace. His eyes were hazy and his vosion blurry as he twisted around, confused and clearly frightened, and looking even more confused and frightened by the second. And then his clear blue eyes landed on a human and he squirmed all the harder, causing the rooes to bite into his sensitive skin.

[t0daysgoneby]

Grantaire sat back, watching the creature stir. "Good morning. You'll have to forgive these ropes. Safety precaution." He stated, eyes fixed on the creature. "Are you perhaps a siren? If so, those ropes will be accompanied by a rag. I value my ship, and my crew." That was a thing he was never going to give up.

He kept his eyes fixed on the creature, barely blinking.

[t0daysgoneby]

"Man overboard!" came the cry from the ship's lookout as he pointed off to the side, to where a man appeared to be floating on a piece of wood, unconscious.

He was hauled aboard but didn't wake, so the crew delivered him to the captain's quarters, where he continued to sleep off whatever had caused him to be unconscious in the first place.

Something was different about him, though. He seemed... ethereal, in a way. But that wasn't just to do with his beauty, really... There was more. Light reflected off the scale-like surface of his abdomen as his shirt shifted. Slits like gills became visible as his gorgeous long blonde hair was moved about. But he didn't wake, even as he continued to breathe.

"Well I never..." Grantaire had heard the legends, as well as anyone. Still, to see it with his own eyes was a whole different thing all together, and perhaps he was a little taken by surprise, but collected himself.

He took a seat, waited, grateful that the crew had gone back to work. "Well well, what do we have here? Man, or a fish?" He mumbled to himself, moving the creature's hair, studying the gills. This was no ordinary man, and that was obvious. He kept one hand on a dagger, awaiting that the man's eyes would open.

Siren. Merman, or anything like the sort, one creature he never expected to see.