#hehardlysawarose

[drunkcynicr]

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Put a @ for my character’s reaction to walking in on yours naked while changing.

"Enjolras, Combeferre is asking if… Woah!" he should definitely turn around or close his eyes, or just merely close the door but his body seems to reject the mere of idea of stop looking at that perfect body. "I’m… sorry?" he mutters, but a chuckle betrays his shocked expression.

[volatilepoet-archieve]

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

Raising his eyebrows as he gently pulled the glass away from Enjolras, Jehan nodded slowly. "i can see that now Enjolras." He said softly. "Is everything okay?"

[volatilepoet-archieve]

"Do you hate me?"

“Go fuck yourself.”

[askjehanprouvaire]

A Rockstar's Guardian// Enjolras and Jean

It wasn’t the first night Jean came home exhausted, and he was almost certain it wouldn’t be the last. His day started at five thirty in the morning, his alarm waking him up for another day of work, he left his lover in bed, and got ready for his morning and afternoon shift at the burger shack. After that shift, he came home for about an hour to eat and, If he was lucky, spend some time with Enjolras. The following few hours were spent at the local pediatricians office where he filed paperwork till ten thirty then usually picked up dinner from somewhere or came home and cooked for Enjolras. 
A schedule like that to anyone sane would seem crazy, but to Jean it had become a life style and even though there were moments where he wished he could act his age again, not ten years older than he was, he knew he had a cause for doing this, someone he was doing it for, Enjolras.Whenever he felt particularly tired or hopeless, he remembered for who he was doing this and it always brought a smile to his lips. Enjolras was a phenomenal musician, and him and his band would make it one day. They just needed a little help….and money until they could, which Jean would happily provide, since it made Enjolras happy. Though it was obvious the early mornings and long nights were beginning to take a toll on his barely adult body. As an eighteen year old he still needed those eight hours of sleep which he evidently wasn’t getting. But who was he to complain when he had such a perfect boyfriend who loved him unconditionally. 
So as he walked in at eleven thirty that night, he didn’t think about his sore legs or fuzzy vision, he only thought of the money he’d made that would go into the band and make Enjolras’s smile that much bigger.

[transparentbutimpenetrable]

Oops

5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare.

The dream, or rather the nightmare, had brought him back to his childhood, making him relive his brother’s death over and over, but this time, he was dying in his arms and he could do nothing about it.  He finally awoke in a cold sweat, sitting up in a jerk.  He took deep breaths to calm himself down running a hand through his hair.  However, seeing the figure in the doorway made him reach for his gun on his bedpost.  ”Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?”

[askgrantaireaboutlife]

Desire ||Closed for he-hardly-saw-a-rose||

Grantaire sight looking over at Enjolras. He was ignoring him, like usual. Last night, Grantaire had a quite erotic dreams about the two of them in the very same café they were in now. It didn't help at all. He burries his face in his arms, holding his bottle of wine firmly "You're an idiot 'Taire.." he mumbles to himself

[littlebirdnamedjehan]

Oops

19. Your character walking in on mine masturbating.

He hadn't heard the door open, and his eyes were closed- something vaguely Gaelic was playing in the background as his hand slid back and forth on his cock.

[clopinthejester]

Escalated (Closed)

It was nice to help out with plans and to be a part of something that could change the way things were. He had come to almost every rally and every meeting, and even better he was sober at least seventy percent of the time. It felt good to help, and it felt good to be with people he considered to be friends. 

He was in the cafe for another meeting, sitting down with the others and throwing out a couple ideas and listening to the rest, having only a drink of wine at the time. It wasn't until someone came in and nearly shoved Clopin out of his seat with a deadly look in his eyes. Clopin didn't even have a chance to ask what his problem was before the man pointed right in his face and shouted enough for everyone to hear. 

"Romani!!" The entire place fell quite and Clopin stood there with his eyes wide and already growing into a sweat. 

"I saw him go into the downtown area where they are. He's a god damn gypsy!" 

Clopin quickly shoved him back and shot him a glare back but then he stepped back and his face dropped. He looked around at everyone else, seeing different faces than he saw just a few minutes ago. He couldn't help but hope that someone would say something, anything really except stare at him like he had the plague. He looked at Marius, Grantaire, Combeferre, Enjolras... 

He gave a scoff and a smile as he shook his head. He picked up the bottle of wine he was already drinking from and threw it on the floor smashing it to millions of pieces and now wasting the whole contents of wine. He didn't say a single word as he walked to the door, having to walk around people who didn't want to get out of his way.