#eurvdice

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lemonade stand????

omg i was a dumb child and was obsessed with these like i did them all the time. one summer there was a children's choir from africa touring in our area and our church did this thing where families could sign up to house kids for a week while they were here and we had these two little girls who stayed with us and being me i decided we should do a lemonade stand so one time i had a lemonade stand with this african girl named bea who hardly spoke any english

[beholdingslut]

tbh i didn't know i had found my niche until i discovered the mythology fandom i have met my people it is fantastic

i feel this so much, i think the beginning of my finding of it was reading the secret history and then being inspired to change my url (yes, my current url was inspired by the secret history, go figure)

and i stared into the abyss and the abyss stared into me and then welcomed me into the wonderful world of tumblr mythology and beautiful edits and heartbreaking poetry and the very best of people, and really, you can't do better than that :')

[beholdingslut]

eurvdice replied to your post “i just got really into mythology do you have any blog recs?”

i saw this and thought u were reccing urself and i was like "yes good u have the best myth blog" and then realised they were tagged lists of myth blogs

hahahahaha omg this is such a stellar idea i mean, i wouldn't put it past me 

[samyazaz]

e/R, Orpheus and Eurydice!

((I already wrote the literal version of this for a previous round of drabble prompts here, so for you I wrote a not-so-literal modern AU :) ))

Grantaire loves these small, intimate gatherings. These days he’s more likely to perform to a crowd of tens of thousands than a few dozen, but he likes to do them when he can, when he’s home. It reminds him of the days when he was just starting out and he’d have called a hundred people crowded into a club to listen to him perform an unimaginable success, rather than small and intimate. They remind him where he came from, and why he does this.

Floréal says they keep him humble, and she’s probably not wrong about that, either. As humble as he can be these days, anyway.

He keeps the smaller gigs to his hometown, because the cost of a hundred tickets isn’t even enough to pay for the airfare for everyone who’d need to accompany him to put on a show, and because he likes to give back to the people and the city that helped him get his start.

His fans seem to like it, too. The tickets for these gigs usually sell out about a half a second after they go on sale.

It’s the reason he notices the man, the man in the second row in possession of a seat that half of Grantaire’s fans would have sold their left kidney to be able to occupy, but who seems far more interested what’s happening on the screen of his smartphone than the performance Grantaire is giving.

It’s the only reason he notices, Grantaire tells himself. It’s not because the man looks like a modern day Adonis, and it’s definitely not because of stung pride.

He wanders through the crowd until he naturally ends up in front of the man in question, still scowling ferociously at his phone as he types something out, fingers flying over the screen.

"I think I owe you a refund," Grantaire says, putting on his most charming smile.

The man glances up and blinks at him. “Sorry?”

"You’re not getting your money’s worth." Grantaire reaches out and taps the screen of the man’s phone with one finger. "Not if that’s more entertaining than I am."

“Enjolras, for God’s sake,” someone hisses beside the man, pulling on his arm and looking mortified. “Have you no manners at all?”

Enjolras slips the phone into his pocket, but he doesn’t look the least bit chagrined to have been caught out. “Sorry,” he says, and doesn’t sound like he means it. “Something came out up at work. Fires to put out. I’m sure you know how it is.” His expression says that he’s not sure of that at all.

Enjolras’s friend buries his face in his hands. “OhmygodI’msosorry.”

"Anyway," Enjolras continues. "It’s not my ticket, it’s his boyfriend’s." He gestures to his friend, who looks like he wants to sink down through the floor and disappear. Or maybe just wants Enjolras to. "But he came down with the flu two days ago and made me promise to take him instead. Because apparently Bossuet isn’t a grown man capable of going out and doing things by himself."

"Shut up,” the friend — Bossuet — insists, swatting at Enjolras’s arm. Even in the dim lights, Grantaire an tell that his cheeks are burning red. He makes a mental note to send Joly a backstage pass to his next big local event, to make up for his friend.

Grantaire can see his stage manager, Éponine, making a pointed gesture at her watch, which means it must be time for his next set. He gives her a nod and turns back to Enjolras, turns his smile up bright. “Duty calls. I’ll try harder to hold your attention with this next set.”

Enjolras lifts an eyebrow, unimpressed. Grantaire just saunters off and takes his place up in front again. The set list he came up with for this gig calls for an upbeat, raucous song next, to keep the energy of the crowd going, but he pulls a stool up to the mic instead, waves off Éponine’s frantic gestures to get him to come over and explain to her what the hell he’s doing, and starts instead on the ballad from his latest album.

It’s a long song for polar opposites, and there’s been a lot of media speculation about what girl (or guy — Grantaire has never been anything but open about his sexuality, and some of the media outlets actually manage to remember that) he wrote the song for, but the truth is that it’s for Floréal and her unlikely, straight-laced boyfriend. Grantaire started writing it as a parody one night just to make them laugh, but then it turned into something sincere when he wasn’t paying attention, and suddenly it’s been in the Top 40 for weeks and has kind of taken on a life of its own.

Usually he sings this song to Floréal, for Floréal, but today he sings it straight to Enjolras, and watches as he turns from exasperated to chagrined to the most endearing shade of pink. His friend beside him looks like he’s going to have an apoplexy of excitement over it all.

Grantaire doesn’t seek Enjolras out during the next breaks — he is capable of being professional, and there are people here who did actually pay money for a chance to be able to talk with him. And Enjolras doesn’t seem inclined to push through the crowd to find him, so Grantaire turns his attention back to his job, and his fans.

The performance ends late, because Grantaire is a sucker for enthusiasm and lets himself get called out for an encore twice. There’s still work to be done once everyone has left, though, breaking down the equipment and packing it up. And Grantaire has people to do that for him now, but he’s not an asshole, so while they get started he ducks out to the café around the corner to get coffees for everyone.

He’s tired enough that he doesn’t realize until he’s taken his place in the line that he’s standing right behind Enjolras and Bossuet. Enjolras has his nose buried in his phone again, so it’s Bossuet who notices him, breaking off mid-sentence with a squeak and a tight hand on Enjolras’s arm.

Enjolras looks up, frowning. His frown only deepens when he follows Bossuet’s gaze and sees Grantaire. “Are you following me?” he demands in a sharp tone.

Grantaire holds his hands up, palms out. “Pure coincidence, I swear.”

Enjolras looks dubious, and Grantaire has a moment of inspiration. “Look,” he says, “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot back there. Let me buy your drinks to make up for it.”

"That’s really not necessary," Enjolras says, even as Bossuet smacks his shoulder and hisses, "Shut up, Enjolras, oh my god.”

The line shuffles forward and Enjolras and Bossuet are next, so Grantaire steps past them to rattle off the crew’s orders to the barista, then gestures over his shoulder to the other two. “And whatever they’re having, too.”

She nods and smiles and gives Enjolras and Bossuet expectant looks, and Enjolras caves, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Once they’ve placed their orders, there’s really nothing to do but go over to the other end of the bar and wait together for their drinks to be ready. Bossuet keeps staring at Grantaire with wide eyes and going, “Thank you, oh my god, Joly will never believe me, thank you,” until Grantaire can’t help but laugh.

"Hey, so I was thinking," Grantaire says when they’ve all got their drinks. "Do you guys want to come back? I could introduce you to the crew if you wanted." His crew is fabulous and at least half the reason he’s as successful as he is today, and they don’t get anywhere near enough of the credit. But Bossuet seems like the sort to appreciate the introduction, and Grantaire still feels like he maybe owes him an apology for antagonizing his friend.

Enjolras takes one look at Bossuet’s brightening face and doesn’t even make a token protest, just sighs and takes a sip of his coffee with a resigned sigh. “Lead the way,” he says, and Bossuet throws an arm around his shoulder and declares him the best friend ever.

The crew is exhausted, but Grantaire gives Bossuet the trays of coffee and lets him pass them out, and they smile at him gratefully and let him help with their work and seem to appreciate his company.

Grantaire hangs back with Enjolras, letting Bossuet have his moment. He’s halfway through his coffee when Enjolras gives him a sidelong glance and says, “Thank you for this. For him,” warmer than Grantaire’s heard him yet.

Grantaire smiles. “Despite what Éponine would tell you, I do remember that it’s my fans who keep me in business. I care about making sure they have a good time.”

"I’m starting to get that," Enjolras says quietly, and actually smiles at him.

Oh hell, Grantaire thinks and feels himself tip right over into infatuation.

“Did you follow us, really?” Enjolras asks a few moments later, when Grantaire is trying to figure out how much Floréal’s going to laugh at him when he tells her he’s crushing on the one guy in the audience who doesn’t care about him.

"I really didn’t," Grantaire says. And because Enjolras is looking softer, more friendly, more receptive, he tries flirting again, giving Enjolras that same broad smile and a wink. "Don’t be disappointed. I would if you asked me to."

Enjolras hums noncommittally and sips from his cup. “How far?”

He’s quiet and subtle about it and his gaze is still aimed straight ahead at Bossuet and the crew, so it takes Grantaire a moment to realize that Enjolras is flirting back. He laughs, delighted and relieved, and slings an arm around Enjolras’s shoulders to press an extravagant kiss to his cheek. “To hell and back, I think,” Grantaire says, and it’s just supposed to be flirting, but it already feels more sincere than it probably should be.

*

"To hell and back," Enjolras says two years later, beaming at him as they stand before the altar, and it’s all Grantaire can do to wait long enough for the officiant to pronounce them married before he sweeps Enjolras up in his arms and kisses him thoroughly.

[brooklynewsies]

14, 19, 17, 2 OVO

2. Favorite flower? I love sunflowers and dasies I'm so cliché sorry

14. Favorite poets? e. e. cummings, William Butler Yeats, Allen Ginsberg

17. Favorite character in romance? Grantaire, Prouvaire, Frankenstein's monster, Sydney Carton

19. Favorite book to take up for an hour? any Harry Potter tbh

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1, 3, 30, 50

1. What eye color do you find sexiest? It depends on hair color. Blue or green eyes with brown hair, brown eyes with blonde hair, green eyes with red hair. Eye freckles and heterochromia are always fab though.

3. If you could get a Sharpie tattoo on your back, what would it be? I've never really thought about this so I'm not sure. One of my good friends is an art student and he just designed a tattoo for someone that was different little butterflies going all up their vertebrae and it looked really cool.

30. The latest you've ever slept: uhhh 4:30pm once over christmas break

50. Post five awesome things about yourself (brag away!):

I sang in Carnegie Hall with my high school women's choir in April, in case you're new and have never heard me talk about that.

I know a truly frightening amount of Harry Potter trivia.

I used to be a great dancer.

I have really pretty hair.

I'm p good at interior design type things and I can't wait until I have my own place to decorate.

[patroclusandachilles]

briseis and patroclus are going out and she KNOWS that pat has the biggest crush on the school's star lacrosse player, achilles. one night, at the prom afterparty (zeus and hera for king and queen, as expected), achilles is flirting his arse off with briseis, patroclus seething in the background. as achilles leans in to kiss, she plants a hand on his chest and points at pat. "if u wanna be my lover, u gotta get with my friend!"

For all his bravado and confidence, deep down, Achilles actually really likes Briseis.  She's pretty and nice and he's never wanted a girl more.  So he takes Briseis up on her offer.  He walks over to Patroclus and asks him to dance, winking at Briseis as they walk hand in hand into the living room room where the other drunken party guests are falling all over each other to the beat.  

The song isn't slow, so Achilles has to gyrate against Patroclus.  Which is worth it, it's for Briseis, he tells himself.  So they move around and Patroclus is looking up at him from underneath his eyelashes and oh gosh Achilles thinks Patroclus is adorable, this is not good.

And then Patroclus does the unthinkable.  He rests his head against Achilles' shoulder and sighs happily.  Achilles about falls over because ??????? why is Patroclus so cute all of a sudden???  Achilles has wanted boys in the past, but oh gosh Patroclus is so so cute and he wants him so so bad.  But he also wants Briseis?  She's pretty and Patroclus is pretty and they're both the sweetest people in the whole school.  

Achilles is used to always getting what he wants, and he wants both of them.  He stops dancing and Patroclus looks up at him confused.  "How would you feel about being my boyfriend?" he asks.

Patroclus is so exicited and tells him "That would be awesome!  But, um, you should know that me and Briseis are also kind of a thing?  Like, we're both polyamorous, so we're okay with dating other people too, if that's okay?"

Achilles almost collapses in relief.  "Thank goodness, because I was gonna ask if you were cool with me asking her out too."  

"Yes! This is so great!"  Patroclus leans up and kisses Achilles on the cheek.  "Let's go tell her!" 

So they both go over to Briseis hand in hand and Achilles asks "Briseis, will you be our girlfriend?"

Briseis is overjoyed and pulls them both into a tight hug.  And all three of them dance the night away.

[billiepiiper]

voted for kalypso!! :D

Thank you :D I really like that one too :D

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