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Closed Rp with m-combeferre
Grantaire sat at the bar, feeling worse than he usually did. Today was not his day...
He got fired from his job for drinking on his shift, his phone and computer had been stolen and now he found out that Enjolras, the man he's always loved, was getting married off to some woman from his law firm. She was his ideal partner; even looked like him. He knew they were dating but there was a chance that they could break up so he kept an eye out for it. But he never expected the man to propose and he knew Enjolras well. Once he was commited to something, he never backed out.
He was resting his chin on the bar counter, a bottle of wine in hand. He sighed as he heard someone approach him
is that a yes?
"Your muse discovers mine on the floor clutching their stomach. Your muse tries to comfort mine, asking what's wrong, when suddenly my muse throws up blood. What's your muses reaction." / "Courfeyrac--! M-mon amour- What happened? What is this--?" Combeferre tried desperately to get across each question as it crossed his mind all within the space of seconds. His hands grasped at his lover's shoulders, trying to relieve the pressure he was putting on himself by hunching over. "I--It'll be okay--"
Courfeyrac just coughed weakly, his arms wrapped around himself, looking up at him, chest heaving as he tried to calm his breathing a bit, forcing a smile. "I-I'm okay, I just..." he paused, letting out a shaky breath, leaning back against him when it seemed it wouldn't happen again. "I don't know what's w-wrong, I thought I was just feeling sick..."
m-combeferre liked your post:/anyone awake and want one of my muses?
is that a yes?
We need a doctor!
5. Here’s my character reacting to hearing a gunshot and investigating to find yours in a pool of blood on the floor.
Nette was walking around when she heard the gunshot she was worried right when she heard it. It was the middle of the day and no one in their right mind would shoot someone they’d surely get caught. Nette darted down the alley where she heard the gunshot she gasped when she saw the victim “Ferre!” She yelled running over hoping he was still awake and alive. “Oh my god.” She kept on mumbling not sure what else to say.
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Nette was running around the streets like she did almost everyday when she bumped into him. "Oh I'm so sorry M'sieur!' She exclaimed
The Long lost lark and the Lieutenant.
*She stumbled into the city the evening of a random search. She was at the north gates of Paris when she was searched and almost stripped naked as the police decided that she was a sight to behold. They had not had their way with her but where they were sticking their filthy fingers and touching along they mind as well had. When she was finally let into Paris she was Hungry. She had no place to stay and the sun was going down fast She wandered into what would be the market if it had not been closed at the time she walked through it. She looked around at the closed stands and the place that seemed like a ghost town at this point in the evening. She kept walking until she came into town and saw a fork in the road where it lead left and right separated by a building that read "Musain" She continued to walk looking around at the tall buildings, and not paying attention she ran into a man.* Oh Pardon me Monsieur, please forgive me. *She had not wanted much trouble as she was a tiny female in a new city where she knew no one. She only wanted to find a nearby inn and stay the night.* She looked down and began to dash off back the way in which she came just to get away from the man whom she had now made awkward contact with and was afraid of what he may do to her.*