the sun was violent against his eyes . everything was different here but the sun against a hangover clearly would never change . it’d been months now since he’d could recall standing in front of the national guard . months since he could remember gunshots . months since he’d woken up here . everything , all but the sun , was always different . a few grunts left his throat as his eyes squinted shut & he brought up his knuckles to rub at them , producing spots behind his eyelids .
as he his hands fell away & his eyes blinked open a moment sat where he doubted how awake he was . something familiar , other than the sun though still quite similar to it , stood tall with golden hair in his line of sight . he blinked , expecting the apparition to go away . it didn’t . he blinked again , this time harder with a shake of his head . the sight remained . something quite clear began trickling though the cloud of hangover . something that felt like hope ; a very odd feeling for him . ❝ enjolras ? ❞ its nothing above a spoken word at first but then a shout . ❝ enjolras ! est-ce vous ? ❞
CLOSED STARTER / @wiildhevrts , enjolras .
