#jehanasse

[permit-it]

Montparnasse: I am darkness personified.

Jehan: You sleep surrounded by stuffed animals.

Montparnasse: Traitor.

[ange-l-of-musicals]

jehan: montparnasse is like the ocean

grantaire: because he’s so dark but deep?

jehan: because he’s so fucking salty

[ange-l-of-musicals]

“Montparnasse is not a villain,” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off the stage in shame, when a voice commands silence from the room.

“She’s right,” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There, in the 5th row stands: Jehan Prouvaire themself, defending their boyfriend.

[ange-l-of-musicals]

montparnasse never smiles. he smirks, sure, but no one has ever seen his teeth. except one day jehan kisses him on the corner of his mouth and although his face muscles protest, montparnasse properly smiles for the first time in years. (however that’s nothing compared to the smile when they reach their anniversary)