#masquesous

[granxaire-a-blog]

This little thing is dead, and there's nothing in his pockets. It seems the only earthly possessions this filthy human owned were the torn rags he wore and the nearly empty bottle still clasped in his lifeless hand. Claquesous had wanted desperately to find enough money on him when he saw the wretched creature walk out with the rich revolutionaries, but no such luck. Another wasted life, another night he'd go hungry. He at least let the man rest in dignity, pushing his eyelids closed.

            Grantaire is Dead shocker

I was gonna say ‘rude’ but at least he had the decency to close his eyes, which, lets face it, Mont wouldn’t have done lmao

[transparentbutimpenetrable]

"The devil himself, in the form of a man," admitted the killer of his nightmares. "He kisses my lips and tells me I'm safe with him, then leaves and sets me aflame. Same dream every night."

@masquesous

“How do you know it’s the devil and not an ordinary man?”  Babet questioned, as he removed the knife from the wall, only to return it to the other.  “It’s the same every night?  Not even a variation or a slight change?  That’s quite odd.”

[transparentbutimpenetrable]

Sous threw a knife past Babet's ear and into the wall for his comment. "The dreams. They're killing me. It's like the Devil himself is making it his mission to not let me get a second of rest." He sighed, sinking into the chair.

@masquesous

Babet was grateful that the other had good enough aim to purposefully miss his head, or perhaps, he was lucky that the man had missed in the first place.  “What’re the dreams about?  Must be something pretty major if it’s causing you this much distress.”  

[transparentbutimpenetrable]

“I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.”

“You already kill, and look what good it’s done for you.”  Babet snickered though he quickly stifled his laughter, knowing that Claquesous would most likely retaliate to his jovial response.  “What’s the matter?  Just can’t fall asleep or is something else bothering you? Nightmares perhaps?”

[victorianvillain-blog]

Éponine poured a good two shots worth down his throat before she answered his question. "Relax, we're just gonna get a little food in your system before we hit that shit up." Everyone else on the party bus was dead silent, smirking as they arranged themselves around him for the surprise.

“Ponine” he groaned, “Sous and I had dinner before you came to get me.” He huffed, opening his mouth for another shot he knew would be coming.

[victorianvillain-blog]

"I thought it was a nice touch," she said, pouring a tall glass of whiskey. "Now open up and tilt your head back. I want you a little tipsy before we get to the restaurant."

Montparnasse let out a soft chuckle, doing as he was told. “A restaurant? What happened to the strippers and party bus?”

[victorianvillain-blog]

Claquesous smirked as he wrapped an arm around his lover's waist. "Don't lose it, then. I'd hate to have to get you a new one." One final kiss before he was letting him go and unlocking the door for his friends. He gave his ass a smack. "Don't let his ass get arrested."

Montparnasse grinned devilishly as his friends grabbed him, welcoming him with a big kiss as well as a few smacks on the ass as their way of teasing. “Is that a blindfold?”

[victorianvillain-blog]

Éponine pounded on the door, blindfold in one hand and a bottle of single malt whiskey in the other. "Open the fuck up!" Brujon shouted, knocking along with Éponine now. "Everyone's waiting on you!" Claquesous looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like your entourage is here." He rose, crossing the room to give Montparnasse a kiss. "Go get in some trouble." The killer tried to tug the ring off his fiancé's finger.

Montparnasse grinned, pulling Claquesous in for one more. He curled his hand into a fist, making it difficult for the other to pull the ring off. “Excuse you, the ring is mine, thank you very much” he teased.