#forgingandfreedom

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Pour the Rum in My Eyes Tell Me Lies || Grantaire and Enjolras

This was bad. Grantaire had fucked up, royally and completely fucked up. He paced wildly in his office, one hand in his hair the other tapping restlessly against his thigh. He'd had a rough night, but that was no excuse. Bad memories were not an acceptable excuse for this. Fear and anxiety and stress may have led to it, but those weren't new factors in his life. Those weren't even new factors in his now sober life but...But he fucked up. And he needed to tell Enjolras. But how do you tell someone who is trying to believe in you that you aren't worth the time because clearly you can't keep it together. There was no excuse for falling this hard other than his weakness. 

With a deep breath he left his office and then just stood in the hallway, scintillating between running back into his office and never leaving again, and just charging into Enjolras'. Neither seemed particularly appealing. He groaned and straightened his shirt and took another deep breath before walking as normally and calmly as he could manage to Enjolras' door. He hesitated a moment before knocking, but he managed to do it. Even if he did wince as he did it.

[guise-of-candles]

Text to: Enjolras

Grantaire: Could I ask you a favor?

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All Shook Up || Grantaire and Enjolras

Grantaire sat on the couch in his office which had been mostly upended in his fruitless hunt for his sketchbook. He sat with his hands outstretched and he watched them tremble like someone else had his hands on strings. He closed his hands into fists and then stretched his fingers out again and still they trembled. He ran his shaky fingers through his hair and stood up, suddenly understanding why people smoked, it gave them something to do.

He grabbed a water bottle off his desk and drank, he had been drinking an ungodly amount of water since he started sobering up and he hated every drop but he needed to do something. He drank half the bottle before he stopped. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, set the bottle back on the desk and moved back to his couch. Waiting. Hands outstretched again, trying to force the shaking to stop.

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A Kiss With a Fist || Grantaire and Enjolras

Grantaire paced a little in the empty gym near the offices, rolling his shoulders as he moved hopping from foot to foot. He wasn't preparing himself for a real fight, but still, keeping loose was a good idea. And he was nervous, very nervous. Because this whole thing could end in a few ways, and only one was pleasant. On the upside, it could go well and he and Enjolras would be even closer. Or, one of them could aim wrong or something like that and actually break the other's nose, which would be the exact opposite of what he wanted. He scratched his back, fixing the tag at the top of his tank, and looked over at a bench near by, trying to decide if he wanted to teach him open handed or with gloves.