#fleursetrevolution

[alorssouris]

“i am what i am and i’m not ashamed” (for Courf

“I wouldn’t expect any less.” He murmurs, although there’s a fond smile making its way to his lips as he rolls over onto his side. It’s a lazy afternoon where for once neither of them has anything important to do, and they can lay in bed until what would otherwise be a ridiculously late hour. He huffs out a quiet laugh, reaching up to trail his fingertips over the other’s cheek as he adds. “Besides, I don’t know what I’d do it you weren’t yourself.”

[pontificalandwarlike]

❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞

A moment’s pause, and then blue eyes abandon the page he’s been reading to focus on Prouvaire’s face. Enjolras blinks and shakes his head minutely, chasing away the lingering threads of another thought, then snaps into alertness as Prouvaire’s words register. He sets down the papers, turning his full attention to his friend. “ What’s wrong ? ” he prods gently. “ Did something happen ? ” 

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[anabundanceofcourf-blog]

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that, you know.” He remarked softly, letting out a quiet huff of laughter at the very idea that he wouldn’t have stuck by him; that was just how he was, he wouldn’t abandon him just because things got rough once or twice, or even a dozen times. If that meant Courf having to get in the middle of things just to make sure that Jehan was going to be okay, that he would be safe, then that was just something he would have to do.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He assured the other after a moment, reaching up to brush his thumb over Jehan’s cheek with a soft smile. “Promise.”

[anabundanceofcourf-blog]

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you’re just making this worse.”

“Jehan...Jehan, come on, just talk to me.” He murmured gently, although there was an obvious note of frustration to his voice. He knew he was pushing, and normally he wouldn’t but he wanted to make sure he was okay, damn it, and he was started to get a little frustrated when nothing he tried was working. He let out a quiet huff, throwing himself back down onto the couch and folding his arms over his chest. “I just want to help you, why’re you being like this?”

[anabundanceofcourf-blog]

[TEXT]: Please don’t push me away.

[text: jehan] i’m not pushing you away, je

[text: jehan] i’m fine, okay? 

[lesamistheabc]

"So - I know you don't write a lot anymore, but how do you feel about punching paparazzi instead?" {for Bahorel}

@fleursetrevolution

Bahorel raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to be a body guard or something?”

[lesamistheabc]

"Joly, I /definitely/ see a monster in my bed and I'm really scared and my pillow is changing colours help"

@fleursetrevolution

“Okay, well you can sleep in my bed. I’ll stay with you. Also, what’d you take?”

[lesamistheabc]

Jehan was usually good at his job, despite disliking it and being constantly anxious about all of the customers that he had to serve. However, when they got confusing and then upset, it terrified the small man almost to tears, the poet trying to stammer out apologies to the customer that was insulting him. {for Bahorel, re: the thing talked about on skype?}

Bahorel didn’t much like the customer insulting the small man at the counter. “Fuck- one day out of prison and I already got to go back for killing a bitch.” he said loudly, flipping the table. When the customer ran away screaming, he turned to the man behind the counter. “Sorry, I can clean that up.”