#enjolfrosty

[intrepid-poet]

Baby, It's Cold Outside //I couldn't resist xD

"No really, it’s properly snowing!"

"It’s going to turn into slush."

"Enjolras I am going to paint your face green in your sleep, you absolute Grinch." Jehan turned away from where he’d been peering out the window, practically pressing his nose against the cold glass. There were little patches of fog where his breath had clouded the view of the street below. "Better yet, I’ll get R to do it," he added almost slyly. "Then at least it’d be a proper interpretation."

He had turned around just in time to see Enjolras’ scowl before he ducked his head back over his laptop, the artificial glow setting the angles of his face all wrong. Too washed-out. “You need a Christmas tree.”

"I need to finish writing the outline for this meeting," the blonde glanced up at him over the screen. "Which, if you’ll recall, you’re meant to be helping with."

"Courfeyrac would be better and you know it," Jehan brushed him off. "Combeferre even more so, but he’s trapped at the hospital dealing with little old ladies with a bit of a sniffe." The young student stretched his arms up over his head with a yawn. "I’m seeing you tomorrow for breakfast Enjolras, you can run it all by me then. If I don’t catch a train now, I’m not going to get home until midnight at least, and even then the snow might shut everything down."

"You’re not leaving."

Jehan took a minute to close his eyes and take a deep breath in. He was used to Enjolras getting wrapped up in his work like that. “Mon ami, I realize that we’re on a deadline, and I know things have been left later than you like it, but I really don’t want to stand in the cold for—”

"Jehan. You’re not going out in the snow. Just spend the night here, there’s blankets in the cupboard." Enjolras didn’t even look up from what he was pounding away at on his laptop keys.

The younger student blinked, momentarily blindsighted. Realizing he’d been too focused himself, to remember that at the core of it, at the end of everything…Enjolras loved his amis, and would never have let any of them trek out in weather like this if they didn’t have to.

"Ca va." Jehan found himself smiling fondly at his friend. "I’ll put coffee on."

[dreamsofvirgo-blog]

World's away [closed]

Grantaire was just scrolling through his online dating profile, bored. He hadn't really had any success with the site and was considering just up and deleting his profile. He'd kind of accepted that he wouldn't get into a long term relationship from this place, or really ever. He'd hoped in the beginning but now, his hope was dwindling, just like it did with everything that wasn't an immediate success. He was about to click out of the tab when a picture caught his eye. The guy was gorgeous and very much Grantaire's type in looks, but they were rated as incompatible. He shrugged his shoulders and sent a message.

'Your eyes are very pretty -R'

It was only after he sent it that he read that the man was French, and that was his first language. He hurriedly typed his previous message into google translate and sent the results it came back with.

'Vos yeux sont très jolies-R'

[anabundanceofcourfarchive]

[text: I don’t want to talk about it.] // I love your Christmas username by the way! :3

[text] please?

[text] it's better you do, you know that, i know you don't like talking about these things but you should

[lesmiserableshelp-blog]

// hello! :) if possible at all, could you by any chance add me to your indie Enjolras roleplayers list? ^_^ if you can, then thank you very much!

Sure thing!

[a-world-full-of-happiness]

"I think I'm falling for you." // this is the second ask of the day so I'll be quiet for a bit now haha

Grantaire blinked, his blue eyes going round and finding Enjolras. Perhaps he hadn’t heard that right? Maybe he was a little more drunk than he thought? “Excuse me? Did…Did you just say you’re…falling for me?”[[No, no, it’s cool! I like getting asks!<3]]

[ask-jehan-p]

Open starters up!

[collisioninscarlet]

Ǯ // even though I followed you like five minutes ago.. bonjour xD

{{ Hello, my dear! How ya doing? c:  PS I don’t know what your Enjolras would study specifically, so much apologies if it throws you off!}}

College Life AU

"You’re never going to pass the bar if you’re studying the way you are right now-" How many times had Bahorel heard those words directed towards him? How many times had he rolled his eyes with a snort as the other gave him a decidedly unimpressed frown? 

Bahorel had a schedule centered around his skirting around his classes; when that schedule did fail him, and he found himself in the crowded classroom- It was much to the professor’s displeasure. He was loud, he was disruptive, and he was enormously disruptive. Still, he did not entirely fail; Bahorel did the work on his own terms, just as he lived his life on his own terms. 

He didn’t even plan on being a lawyer. 

A particularly stubborn professor was intent on having the work of his student reflect well on his career- And that included Bahorel, though it was rare that he attended his classes at all. Still, the professor had done his part- A manipulation of offers of extra credit, flunking, and reports- to ensure that Bahorel now sat in front of another student, Enjolras, at a cafe on campus. The other’s duty was to tutor- Or rather, to motivate, Bahorel into doing his duty as a responsible student. 

[a-world-full-of-happiness]

•3•

Dearest husband, Enjolras:You think I’m pretty without any makeup on,You’re on the phone to your girlfriend, she’s upset,Do you remember those good years in Canaan?If I die before I wake,No more talk of darkness.Love, your blushing bride, Grantaire.[[Apparently, Grantaire can’t write poems for shit.]]