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[vivenjolras]

@vagueambitiontobe

              New Year’s Eve.

              The two roommates opted out of attending a big New Year’s celebration party. Instead, they chose to stay in the comforts of their apartment. Order some takeout while watching the ball drop. Drinking was never a part of the night’s plans. Well, it was for Grantaire. Not so much Enjolras. At least not at first. However, one thing led to another and his friend was somehow able to convince the curly haired blond to have one glass of wine. Of course he grumbled a little about it at first. It’s common knowledge that alcohol impairs a person’s judgement. But one glass of wine wasn’t going to do anything too drastic. And that’s right. Except he didn’t stick to just the one.

              As it neared midnight, Enjolras lost count on how many times he’s had Grantaire refill his glass for him. You can bet once he’s able to think straight he’s going to let his friend have it. But right now he’s more focused on the live performances on screen.

              ❝R, get in here! You’re gonna miss the ball drop.❞ Enjolras’s words are slurred as he practically shouts from across the room. They have just under two minutes left before the ball drops, signaling the start of a new year.

[agtwarren-a]

@vagueambitiontobe

              Mike has every intention now on this being his last week here in Paris, France. For one, his neighbor clearly doesn’t want anything to do with him after making it painfully clear he wanted him out of his apartment. No more spending time together in the comfort of each other’s apartments. Of course he did not purposefully mean to offend Grantaire. He was telling him the truth about his dream. In the hopes that he would be one of the few people that would understand. What with his connection to the man in red. Enjolras. Well, it didn’t take long at all for that plan to backfire on him. But one good thing did come out of that dream.

              The Café Musain.

              He’s heard Grantaire talk about the place, though he’s never been there personally. Yet somehow he knew that’s where he was in the dream. Where he was shot and ultimately fell out of the window. Maybe he’d finally receive the answers he’s been after all this time.

              So that was Mike’s first stop today. Arriving as soon as the Musain opened. Something washes over him the moment he steps in through the front door. As if he’s been here before. Strange. Though he shrugs it off in the beginning. It must have something to do with the dream he had last night and nothing more. He walks further inside, making his way up the flight of stairs. He doesn’t stop moving until he reaches the window, glancing off to the streets below. That would’ve been a mighty big fall from the window. Then something unexplainable happens. He swears he can hear voices from behind him, causing him to turn around immediately.

              It’s then that he wakes up. He’s lying on the floor. Hands immediately move to rest over his chest, searching for bullet holes. Something. He could’ve sworn he was just shot at, but nothing. Nothing is there. Slowly Mike moves to stand back up on his own two feet.

              Then he remembers. Everything.

              It’s also in that moment when he realizes he’s not alone. How long has he been out for? He begins walking in the direction of the sound, spotting a familiar face. Though he’s fairly certain Grantaire hasn’t seen him yet. ❝Grantaire, put the bottle down!❞

[covldbeworse-a]

@vagueambitiontobe → ( x )

               Mike is accustomed to being shot or stabbed while on the job. One of the potential dangers that went along with an undercover operation and working as an agent of the FBI in general. Things spiraled out of control without warning. Sometime during the sound of gunfire mixed in with people’s screams he was hit in the arm by a stray bullet. Nothing life threatening, but it didn’t make it any less painful. Not to mention he’s fairly certain it was a clean pass through. He had every intention of going to a nearby hospital to seek treatment when everything finally calmed down. What he didn’t plan on was a stranger jumping to his aid, especially when most were doing everything they could do to clear the area as soon as possible.

              ❝We need to get out of here first. I’m not going to bleed to death.❞

[vivenjolras]

@vagueambitiontobe → ( x )

               Enjolras did not have an ounce of alcohol the night before. Ultimately keeping to his word about never drinking again after what happened the last time. But it was during that drunken state that he finally came to the realization of how Grantaire felt about him. There was their first kiss that night. Then a second one that was initiated the morning after by Enjolras. Let’s not forget the song he heard Grantaire playing and singing from the other room. Things slowly escalated from there. At times they’d share a bed. Though it wouldn’t go any further than lying beside each other until one of them fell asleep.

              Last night was different, however. They slept together. Had sex. Made love. However one might want to describe it.

              He was a virgin going into last night. So yes, he was nervous. Though he did his best not to show it. Does he have any regrets? No. If anything, it felt right. Of course there was some light banter going back and forth. But all in all the blond found the experience enjoyable. Not long after they fell asleep until morning arrived.

              It’s not the sun shining in through the bedroom curtains that wakes Enjolras from his slumber. It’s the feeling of arms wrapping around him. As if to remind him that last night really happened.

              ❝Morning.❞

[vivenjolras]

@vagueambitiontobe → ( x )

               It didn’t take long at all for Enjolras to drift off to sleep the moment his head hit Grantaire’s lap. In all honesty, it shouldn’t be too surprising. At least the falling asleep part. What with the countless meetings and speeches, his available time to sleep seemed to have diminished greatly. Using most of his time to determine what he was going to say the next day. But he eventually caved tonight before he could reach his bedroom.

              ❝Mm. Grantaire?❞ Enjolras is in that state of both being asleep and awake. He’s awake, but not fully aware of his surroundings. Except it does feel like something is roaming through his hair. Though he doesn’t really think too much of it. It also hasn’t fully registered that he’s using his friend as a pillow.

[vivenjolras]

@vagueambitiontobe → ( x )

               The wine glass sitting nearby only furthers Enjolras’s reasoning for visiting Grantaire today with the desire to talk. From the beginning, the guy was more drawn to alcohol than what the blond preaches about during the meetings held at the Café Musain. Some days he wonders if he actually pays attention.

              ❝Why do you attend the meetings?❞

              Simple and straight to the point. A question that has been a long time coming in Enjolras’s eyes. Of course he enjoys seeing more and more people rallying to their cause. But even the leader of Les Amis finds it difficult to understand why Grantaire is there when he only seems to offer skepticism when it comes to what their fighting for.

[brokcnsouls]

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” [vagueambitiontobe to Enjolras]

@vagueambitiontobe | meme | accepting

SENTENCE STARTERS

              The flirting is something Enjolras is still adjusting to. That’s what this is, right? It’s not one he’s heard before. Not to say he’s heard very many. Although his choice of words probably have something to do with them sitting outside on a park bench, looking up at the stars. With it nearing the summer months they don’t really have to worry about there being a faint chill in the air anymore. It’s almost – dare he say it? – perfect.

              ❝And if I said no?❞ Enjolras glances over to his boyfriend with what looks to be a serious expression until a smile finally graces his lips.

              Everything about this is incredibly new to the curly haired blond. Hence the reason why they deliberately took their relationship one step at a time. At first affection of any kind was kept strictly within the walls of their apartment. But once they started telling some of their friends, they became more open about it.

[vivenjolras]

@vagueambitiontobe said: “actually… i just miss you.”

meme / accepting

FIVE WORD PROMPTS 

              What?

              That’s not what Enjolras thought Grantaire was going to say.

               A couple weeks ago the two friends wound up getting into a heated argument during one of the regular meetings at the Musain. More often than not the two would get into some sort of disagreement, primarily centered around Grantaire’s alcohol intake. The curly haired blond never had a problem with voicing what was on his mind. That afternoon was no different. Minus the fact that Enjolras has failed to see his friend anywhere near the Musain since the disagreement. Only to see him show up out of the blue now of all times. Why? Half-expecting him to still be upset in regards to what they were discussing earlier when the question is brought up, but that doesn’t appear to be the case.

              The shock is evident across his facial features. Not even bothering to try to mask it.

              ❝I was beginning to wonder if you’d come back.❞ Enjolras knows better than to ask Grantaire about his drinking. He’s tried convincing him to slow down, but that ultimately got him nowhere. ❝Does this mean you’ll be here tomorrow?❞ Most everyone else left for the day. Enjolras always was the first one to show up and to leave.