An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Nocturnal Acquanitances
Chapter 90/?
A new, shiny, unread chapter? On this account? By this author-person? Un-heard of!
But: I managed a chapter around a broken laptop and a uni deadline and here you go. And it’s Chapter Ninety, too :)
Their second trip up the hill and into the abandoned graveyard was successful in the way that Grantaire had pondered his options over lunch and found a few imageries and ideas that he wanted to pursue and try out in addition to what he had created in the morning. His sketchbook was well-filled already and by the time the sun set over the graveyard and cast long shadows between the tombstones and the shrubbery, he had enough impressions to sort through them and group them together by inspiration and intention.
Professor Lafayette ended their session when the sun dipped beyond the hill line. He led them back down through the trees and along another path that had remained untrodden in the morning. They passed another small building that seemed to be a maison de plaisance, adorned with stucco and swirls on the gables. Grantaire made a mental note to come back to it for some detailed architectural studies at a later date, away from the official trip undertakings.
‘What has you pondering architecture?’ Feuilly fell in step next to him and threw an arm around his shoulders, ‘looks like that sunset is going to be something to behold.’
‘We should get dinner now but maybe we can watch it together at some point this week,’ Jehan piped up behind them, ‘maybe R can paint me a fitting accompaniment to the sunrise I have in the living room.’
