#singfortherevolution

[voleur-montparnasse]

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“Fuck,” he muttered, looking up at the stars glowing in the space between the alley walls. When was the last time he had bothered to look up there? He tried hard to blink away the spots in his vision. He had gotten up from a lot, but he had the feeling that he wouldn’t be walking away from this. He pressed his hands to his stomach, warm liquid seeping through his fingers. It didn't matter how much pressure he put on this one, it was never going to stop. It made no difference to the situation when Enjolras suddenly appeared at his side, crouching beside him, asking him something. It was all just white noise to his ears. It was over.

"Shut up Enjolras," he growled, silencing the revolutionary. "You fucking be careful, okay? And you'd better watch out for Jehan. Don't let him get hurt, not either of you. I know what you're planning and I can't- I can't stop you now. I can't save you, that's fucking up to you."

[voleur-montparnasse]

I want the K.

11: Collarbone Kiss

There was a very thin line they walked between calmness and chaos; a line not substantial enough to be able to separate the two sometimes. Too stubborn to forgive, forget, let go, back down, walk away, they kept pushing until one of them, or both of them, crossed that line. And when they did, they either came to blows or fucked each other blind. Tonight it seemed to be the latter.

The Musain had emptied quickly at Enjolras's request- not even Grantaire had stayed behind. Though it would have made no difference to Montparnasse if they had all stayed, Enjolras apparently didn't want them to see him argue, see him crack. It seemed that he had finally said something to break through the revolutionary's marble facade, and the result was beyond satisfying. He was addicted to that fire in his eyes, that hate and that lust. Chuckling wickedly, Montparnasse shoved Enjolras back against the edge of the countertop. Pinning the other man's wrists against the edge of the counter, he pressed him against the granite. "You know you love to hate me," he said, ducking his head to trail his lips along Enjolras's collarbone, alternating between lingering kisses and sharp bites. Calmness and chaos.

[andyethewasintrepid]

Gifted and Talented Education || Enjolras and Jehan

There was a new student arriving today. Rumors had shaped him into a rich pretty boy who's parents where going to pay good money to send him out of their site and out of harms way from anti-mutant actions in the city. Jehan hated to form preconceived notions but it was difficult. They didn't get many new students and the fact that this boy seemed to have the world on a silver platter had made R already dislike him. Having your current roommate dislike the boy that was supposed to sleep in the bunk above you made an impact. Jehan sat awkwardly in the entrance hall in front of professor X's office waiting to meet the boy. 

[poninethemessenger]

+ singfortherevolution

Eponine searched for her key a little frantically in her bag. She ended up spinning like a dog chasing it's tail as she searched for it. Her bag was just- spin- so- spin- difficult! She groaned and leant against her door when she found it wasn't there. Her only key and she'd lost it! She hit her forehead with her palm and wished she had a paperclip with her...

[voleur-montparnasse]

//So Haley and I have decided that Montparnasse is satan.

[voleur-montparnasse]

//So my friend Haley and I were talking about Gavroche and how he reminded us of a child version of both Montparnasse and Enjolras. Lovechild. Headcanon accepted.

[helikesthewayialwaystease]

// Okie so..

I totally gotta study more. Tumblr is leeching up a lot of my time and my GCSE’s are starting soon. So I’m panicking. I won’t be on here quite as much over the next few weeks, until the 14th of June, when I have my last exam. I’ll just tag the people I’m currently interacting with so they see this and stuff yeah. I’m sorry. :c