#springtimeantoinette

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springtimeantoinette said: //you can still change it even tho cosette is nothing like hera if anything aphrodite, man

idk i was thinking goddess of women and marriage and stuff like that... and she's the consort to zeus who's the most important god i guess and that makes her important and like she's the most important person to enjolras you feel?

but no i'm not going to change it

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springtimeantoinette said: paws at

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[ And, she's very very happy with that, because she's in an incredibly good mood today--so she'll beam, pressing a sweet kiss to his mouth ]

[ Hm! Perhaps they can venture onto the roof of the building to watch the Earth Day fireworks and eat chocolate ice cream together! What a sweet, lovely girl; he’ll offer a soft laugh and bump his nose against hers. ]

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[ Who's a good danseur? You are! And so Cosette will reward you with a facepap and a kiss to the cheek. ]

[ Somebody's in a good mood today; a semi-bewildered forehead kiss for his ballerina and he may or may not nuzzle into her shoulder-- ] 

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11, Modern.

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Is it required that he owns said sexy underwear? If so, you'll get little out of him; tighty whities for our dearest danseur. If not, he's most certainly fond of the pink pair of Victoria's Secret stashed in Cosette's underwear drawer--not that he'll say that aloud, for her sake, if not his own.

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[ Randomly drops character into ask box because oh wow we missed you both ~ ]

It’s dark when he finally returns to the hotel. Besides the healing bruise staining the skin over his eye, he’s remarkably unruffled considering he’s been gone for over a week. He should probably start telling her when he leaves. He stepped into their hotel room, not bothering to disguise his entrance as he immediately heads to the mini fridge, withdrawing a can of beer. 

“I’m not dead!” He yells finally, hoping the receptionist told him the right room.

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M!A You don't see me (for as long as you want to)

Muse is invisible to anyone they are attracted to. (Muse can still be heard and touched)

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[ And she finds herself giggling, as well--how long had it been since they had been able to laugh with one another? Beaming, Cosette soon presses her partner to the couch with a teasing smile, eyes brightening, if only slightly ] Sur votre vie?

[ It’s so unfamiliar a scene that Enjolras finds himself wondering if he’s dreaming—perhaps he is, imagining a time that was better for them both, when he didn’t shy from strangers and she didn’t weep all night through. If it is a dream, he is grateful for it. He appreciates the reprieve of sorrow, if only momentary. ] Sur mes chaussons de pointe.