#cestlamortdefleurs

[thecentercourfeyrac]

✺ (AU OF COURSE OH GOD IM GOING TO REGRET THIS)

[If you looked closely, he cowered before the fist hit, as if he knew what to expect. He only covers his cheek and looks back at the other with wide, sad eyes.] I....sorry.

[thelogicaletiennecombeferre]

Welcome Post @ cestlamortdefleurs

Combeferre seated on a bench in the park, a sketch pad on his knee. He was observing a monarch butterfly that was fluttering about the field, doing his best to capture it in a sketch. As he shifted his gaze from his pad to the butterfly, he noticed that someone was blocking his vision. Upon further observation, he realised it was Jehan. "Hello Jehan" he said kindly

[uglysweatersandmtndew-blog]

Courf rolled off his bed and hopped across the mess in his room, slipping out the door. He was extremely bored, and he had a lot on his mind. He skidded across the kitchen floor to the table and picked up his phone. Julian was gone, so he'd have to invite someone over to do something with him. He didn't know what yet, but it'd probably be awesome if he gave it a thought.

He scrolled through the contacts, biting his cheek. Pontmercy? No, he was at his uncle's cabin with closet. Cosette, whatever. Joly? No, he didn't want to have to supply his friend with cleaning supplies every five seconds. He scrolled a bit faster, huffing. Then, his thumb stopped, and he clicked one of the contacts.

  [Text] Jeany-boy, my man. JJ's out of the house and I'm bored to death. Fancy an adventure?

[talesofflowersandknives-arc-blog]

+ new peoples

LJ walks along the sidewalk.  Night had fallen on the city as she walks along by herself.  Her black jacket pulled tightly around her, covering the suit she has on underneath.  The boots she wears make noise with each of her steps.  Her blonde hair is in an up do, with small strands of hair framing her face.

She looks up ahead to see someone else on the street finally.  "Hello there, how are you?"

[valjeanssisterschild]

{cestlamortdefleurs entered the bakery

"Salut", François greeted the customer. "Actually we're having lunch break at the moment, I just didn't hang up the CLOSED sign yet." He eyes the other man a bit closer and has to grin at the funny looking choice of clothes. "But I make an exception for you, love. How can I help?"

[drunkcynicr]

[≈]

“My beautiful Jehane…” he greets before stepping in front of her and leaning in to finds her lips with his, sweet lips against his own, moving with a contained need that he no longer can keep to himself when his hands take possession of her slim waist, pulling the poet closer.

[thecentercourfeyrac]

cestlamortdefleurs replied to your post: I don’t want to do any more ship war wank, but...

That’s literally all I was trying to say on my grantaire blog before everyone jumped all over me. Thank you for being more eloquent than me

*hugs* I'm sorry people are being rude to you for an opinion. People can be poops sometimes.

[drunkcynicr]

Jehane's Flowers

Grantaire leaves one of Jehane's favourite flowers somewhere in the house. It's become an habit for him to cut one from the principal's garden and take it home. Once he gets home -before her, as he always does-, he chooses a different place from the previous day and leaves it with a note of how much she means to him or with a quote he read in the day. It could be anywhere; the kitchen, the bedroom, the living room, the restroom... Grantaire enjoys watching her discreetly looking for his daily flower and the smile on her lips once she found it. 

Maybe he can't write poetry, but that's a detail even he is surprised to know he wants to do.