Oct 8, 2014
Let the Muse fire the mind of drunken poets: Bacchus you are used to being an inspiration to your Apollo.
Propertius, Book IV.6
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Let the Muse fire the mind of drunken poets: Bacchus you are used to being an inspiration to your Apollo.
Propertius, Book IV.6
gxantaire;;
[ sms ; ange ] " i den prépei na échoun forései to pantelóni gia na ergastoún " —— is the phrase you’re looking for?
[ sms : cœur ]; thank you. [ sms : cœur ]; i den prépai na échoun forései to pantelóni gia na ergastoún.
[text]:I'm sitting on our balcony drunk. And in my underwear. Our relationship with our neighbors may improve.
[ sms : grantaire ]; and your relationship with me might decrease while you're at it.
gxantaire
' je t'aime, mon cœur. '
gxantaire: mama mia au. that is all
ℓє вαттємєηт ∂є ¢œυя
gxantaire;;
Enjolras had been out of the country for awhile, working on a project his mother had pulled some strings to get him into as a way of attempting to get him to like her again. It wasn't working, but he wasn't one to look down on the opportunity. It had taken him over to Paris, the place he had actually been born, for about a year. It had been fast paced, exciting, and he had definitely gotten a foot in the door for Parisian politics. But now he was back in Montréal, and he was glad to be so. After all, after having been gone for so long, he was the center of attention at the party.
Laughing at something that had been said, he took another drag of his cigarette, eyes lighting up at the familiar warmth of the room. He loved this, loved feeding off of everyone's energy, playing the room and charming everyone inside of it. It was, to be quite honest, intoxicating. Even those that he didn't know, he was able to play pretty easily. It was a skill, one he'd perfected long ago in order to convince people to do what he wanted him to, to believe the way he did. There were two, in particular, who caught his interest, and he found himself wanting to figure them out a bit more.
ugh but the urge to have a character with a dolan fc is so strong