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Send my character a dirty text. Whether by accident or intentional is your choice.
{sonofliberte started following you
“Lies!” Enjolras replied. “The people will stand with us, I know they will.”
"You can't know the future." François leant forward. "And I don't think you know the people as good as you think. Just because you saw what happened two years ago you think it will be the same."
Imagine your favorite character pulling you against them from behind and whispering “You’re mine” in your ear
STOP SCROLLING
You get a hug for being you.
CONTINUE SCROLLING
WAITWAITWAIT
Sorry, I got sad thinking you were going away.
BUT I’M OKAY NOW YOU CAN GO
{sonofliberte started following you
“And who says so?” Enjolras retorted firmly.
"Paris herself, if you are listening." He threw his hands in the air. "You will stand alone on the streets, because the people are too busy trying to survive to fight for themselves. Isn't it ironic?!"
Enjolras frowned at the man’s tone, “I know Francois, but it’s for a higher cause. And I want to thank you for everything, without you we wouldn’t have the firearms to back it up.”
"I don't even know why I am doing this for you", he muttered. "You are all going to die." François sat down at Enjolras' table. "And I will be the only one to cry for you."
{sonofliberte started following you
“I know you”, François said slowly, frowning when he recognised the shiniest curls in Paris. “I’ve seen you in Musain a few times, goldilocks. You are one of those people who will bring us either a lot of trouble or a lot of… trouble.”
“Goldilocks?” Enjolras raised an eyebrow. “I don’t aim to bring trouble, I am trying to bring change.”
“And I do think your intentions are honourable”, François said with a nod. “But as you might know the path to Hell is plastered with good intentions. Maybe YOU, goldilocks, will go to the gates of Heaven for your intentions, but France? You will leave it in infernal chaos.”
He shook his head. “You misjudge me friend, I do not intend to die in this fight for freedom. I only want to help the poor and the homeless”
"And it will get you killed, wether you want it or not." François took the freedom to step closer and examine the young face closer. Enjolras was certainly intimidating, and he felt nervous talking to him; but François also thought that Enjolras' ideas weren't nearly as good as his looks.
“He!” François pulled himself up onto the windowsill. The room was on the ground floor, but who ever had designed these windows hadn’t thought that maybe one day someone wanted to deliver a package through it. “Enjolras? That’s you, isn’t it? I’ve got a delivery for...
"And you know I became baker for a reason and that reason ISN'T to smuggle guns and bullets in my pastries", François snapped back. "That's exactly the opposite of it!"
{if-he-asked-id-be-his started following you
“Of course a yes! How could I refuse such a charming dea-.. offer” she laughed and tugging at his arm lightly
"Then I have to ask for your name first, because you already refused to answer me one time and I'd hate to be disappointed a second time." François leant against the wall of the bakery, smirking.
{if-he-asked-id-be-his started following you
“Two or three, but a dozen? Quite confident” at least for a damn good reason, she added in her mind with a smirk. “You would buy some pastry only to get to know the name of a dubious stranger?”
"Oh, I have my relations. So, pastry yes or no?"
even if i fucking hate you i won’t send you anon hate because my parents didn’t raise me in the jungle
hell, even if they DID raise me in the jungle i probably wouldn’t send anon hate because ONE OF THE RULES OF SURVIVAL IS “DON’T BE AN ASSHOLE OR YOU GET KICKED OUT OF THE VILLAGE.”
{if-he-asked-id-be-his started following you
“And a charmer, too. You’re getting more and more sympathetic. Well thanks, you’re quite handsome yourself monsieur Francois” she smirked up at him “And back to your unluckily asked question: Why should I answer, now where I know your name?” She looked around and recognized where they where “Oh, I think there is a lovely bakery in this street”
That she knew his workplace made him smile even more. "I promise you some pastry from it, if you tell me your name", François said. "If I continue to call you Mademoiselle whenever I see you, there will be about a dozen ladies staring at me. Not that I mind, of course", he teased.
{cestlamortdefleurs entered the bakery
He really just hadn’t wanted to inconvenience someone, but Jehan shrugged and stepped further inside, looking around curiously. “…What do you recommend?” He asked with a head tilt and a wide smile. “I’m Jehan, by the way.”
"I am proud of our bread, but of course more people enjoy eating cake. -What is great, because I put a lot of work in our cake as well", he added. "So, what do you feel like trying? I could offer you some banana bread, if you want a mix of both."