Sigh Not So But Let Them Go || Valentin and Grantaire
Each action was pointedly accurate, exactly as it should be. He went to class and paid attention to his lecturers. He asked questions and took notes, taking notes and exchanging comments with his fellows students as he left. He had lunch in the quad, seated under his usual tree, giving the odd encouraging shout to a group playing ball nearby. The sun was warm and the shade was leafy and green. He ate his sandwich and the small apple pastry, drank his water and went in for the rest of his classes. At the end of the day he packed his things into his bag precisely the way he did so every day and assured Xavier and Etienne that he was oing just fine, that in fact he had no less than two papers to finish before the weekend so they had better go drinking without him.
His bike was secured out the front and he put on his helmet, unlocking the lock and packing it away. She was a gorgeous thing, vintage and perfectly tuned, his little project when he wasn’t working on his novel or his plays or trying to contribute to the amnesty and various other poitical platforms around the campus. She was different from the large, deep-voiced motorbike that belonged to Etienne Bahorel, and to the bicycle Isaak Combeferre preferred, biking everywhere with his ferret stuck in the front basket enjoying the wind. She was old fashioned but powerful and he could almost believe he was free when he rode her. He gunned the engine now, letting the roar take him away from his morbid thoughts and heading off towards R’s appartments. There were very very few people he wanted to actually talk to about his recent failure at romance, especially since Xavier and Armand had been so excited that he was seeing anyone at all.
He drew up outside the apartment building and parked his bike, taking the steps three at a time and ringing the bell forcefully.
