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@vivenjolras
agtwarren:
it’s still a work in progress, but i’m moving mike ( along with 3 other muses ) over to my multi-muse blog. i just feel it’ll help to alleviate some of the stress of trying to manage 5 different blogs all at once. i will wind up moving some threads over to my multi. in the meantime, you can find me over here getting things situated.
agtwarren:
it’s still a work in progress, but i’m moving mike ( along with 3 other muses ) over to my multi-muse blog. i just feel it’ll help to alleviate some of the stress of trying to manage 5 different blogs all at once. i will wind up moving some threads over to my multi. in the meantime, you can find me over here getting things situated.
etiennecombeferre / combeferre.
“Soup, ice water and medicine.” Combeferre repeated, reaching to pat his shoulder lightly. “I’ll be right back. Just shout if you think of anything else?” He headed off to the kitchen, figuring he would sort out the water and medicine for him first. It didn’t take him long to locate the medicine, Enjolras had been clear in his instructions on where it was kept, and he quickly filled a glass with cold water and some ice before heading back to Enjolras. “Water and medicine, I’ll go assess the soup situation.”
Enjolras silently nods his head, watching as his friend walks out of his bedroom. It’s only when he’s out of sight that he allows his head to rest against the soft, inviting fabric of the pillow. Honestly, it probably won’t take too long after he’s taken medicine and eaten something for him to fall asleep. Only on rare occasions lately has he received over five hours’ worth of sleep on any given night. Perhaps this could do him some good for a change.
❝Merci.❞ He takes the medicine and ice water from Combeferre when it’s given to him. ❝I appreciate the help.❞ His words are genuine. Going ahead with taking out two pills and downing them with the help of the water. Hopefully he’ll receive some relief from his symptoms within the next few minutes.
camaradcrie / grantaire.
He didn’t dare start a dialogue. Enjolras wouldn’t be there for no reason, he had something to say, probably some more disapproval he felt moved to voice, Grantaire would let him get the first word aside from a reasonable ‘hello’ and ‘come in’. Waiting for him to speak, he simply sat across in the armchair.
What he did say made Grantaire’s expression show just how dumbfounded he was. “What?” He could have feigned not to hear but for once, he decided to be more mature – a little more. “That isn’t necessary, I already forgot what we argued over.”
Enjolras doesn’t need to say anything. The way he looks at his friend gives off the sense he doesn’t believe a word he’s saying. ❝We haven’t talked to or seen each other in over a week.❞ How can he believe Grantaire simply forgot about what they got into a heated argument over? Clearly it meant something – to both of them – if they continued to remain distant for a given period of time. If Enjolras wouldn’t have sought out Grantaire out today, when would he have done the same?
❝Look, I still don’t agree with you.❞ That’s nothing new. ❝But it’s not worth losing a friendship over.❞ Because yes, he considers him to be one of his friends. They may not see eye-to-eye the vast majority of the time, but that doesn’t mean he dislikes his company.
camaradcrie / grantaire.
The foot that nudged him did, in fact, stir him further. Perhaps too much, he sat up in a flash and looked wildly around before his gaze landed on Enjolras. He let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall, his head pounding, heart still racing from waking up so suddenly.
“Hm?” He rubbed his eye with the bag of his hand, squinting so hard through the sunlight that he was looking through his lashes at Enjolras. “I don’t know,” he slurred, “tired.” he closed his eyes, starting to slouch against the wall and nod off again.
Forcing himself to open his eyes again, he looked back up at Enjolras. “Why are you here?” He was still slurring rather heavily but he was at least starting to be more coherent, no longer more asleep than awake but still tremendously drunk.
Enjolras is not anticipating Grantaire to react so suddenly to the second nudge. This is obvious by how he steps back upon witnessing his friend sit up in a flash. Maybe he should’ve gone for this technique the first time or it just had everything to do with him already being somewhat awake.
However, it’s not long before the blond is resorting to an eye roll. Tired and drunk. If only he could say he was surprised except he’s anything but.
❝I’m here because you’ve failed to return any of my messages. So I came here to check on you to make sure you’re still alive.❞ While it’s clear Enjolras is anything but pleased, there is another part almost filled with relief to know he was alive. Considerably drunk, but still alive. It’s not unknown for people to drink themselves to death. Something he fears Grantaire doing one of these days. ❝I’ll never understand how you can find this enjoyable.❞
n0va-c41ne / vivienne lebeau.
“I do hope that isn’t a shred of doubt in the revolution,” Vivienne said, brows furrowing a bit at the statement. In every meeting, nothing seemed to phase his optimism. The people would rise, they were just as angry with their circumstances as the Amis, and they only needed the opportunity to fight back. “Or, are you talking about the guard?”
❝The guard.❞ Obviously. ❝I have no plans of dropping out of this fight early.❞ Especially when it appears as though more people are rallying to their cause compared to when they first started. Enjolras may look to be young in the eyes of many, but he’s extremely devoted to his cause. Who else is going to fight for the unfortunate and towards a revolution his beloved homeland is in desperate need of? He’s already come to terms with the possibility he may continue the fight until his last dying breath and it’s something he’s more than okay with. All he can do is hope the fight will continue on even after he’s gone if it comes down to it.
camaradcrie / grantaire.
The skeptic made a show of rolling his eyes before he shook his head. “He didn’t. If he had a gun he would have pointed it at us to start with. Why keep it hidden and risk us fighting back? It would have been easier to make it clear from the beginning.”
For such an unsettling encounter, Grantaire was quite calm, even as he nursed his bruises. He wasn’t as drunk as he often tended to be but he was somewhat, and that settled his nerves well enough. As far as he was concerned he had saved the day and still, Enjolras found a reason to criticize and be disappointed, he was far more upset by that. “Even if you think it was stupid, we’re fine, we’re better for it because I did, what does it matter?”
Grantaire is right. What he did helped to prevent the situation with the stranger from escalating further. Except he’ll not be receiving a thank you or apology from Enjolras in regards to the events. Not tonight, anyway. He also is not too keen on providing his reason for why that is. Maybe later on. Just not now.
For once, Enjolras does not voice his opinion. All his friend really receives from him as far as a response is a small shake of the head. That’s very unlike the blond. Then again, it’s not very often when he’s placed into a situation with someone who is threatening their well-being unless they hand him over their money. Fortunately it didn’t resort to that. And now that they had already given their statements to the police he doesn’t really see any real reason why they should stay here. ❝You sure you don’t need to make a trip to the hospital first before going back?❞
all replies are in the queue and are set to post over the next five days. sorry for the delay!!
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
Favorite characters of all the time. ↳ Enjolras (Les Misérables)
It will come, citizens, that day when all shall be concord, harmony, light, joy and life; it will come and is it so that it may come that we are going to die.
shooting stars always do
his beauty, at that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent, and he was fresh and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded. it was of him, possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: “there was an insurgent whom I heard called apollo.” a national guardsman who had taken aim at enjolras, lowered his gun, saying: “it seems to me that I am about to shoot a flower.”
camaradcrie / grantaire.
Thank god it was only Enjolras, it was perfectly clear that anyone could have waltzed in and robbed the place in blind daylight without any risk of waking the drunkard. It was only the second time his name was said that he began to really stir, eyes sliding open and wincing at the light that streamed in through the wooden blinds.
Turning slightly, heavy eyes met that of Enjolras’s. He was exhausted and incredibly drunk, it may have been three in the afternoon but he’d stayed up quite late painting and drinking himself into the stupor he now found himself in. Grantaire was tired. “I don’t…” a few inaudible words followed, too slurred together and mumbled to make sense, “…to do.”
Having said that, unaware of how little sense it made to anyone that was not himself, he turned his face into the crook of his elbow and closed his eyes again.
❝What?❞ Enjolras can hear Grantaire speak, but is unable to piece together every word that leaves him. All he knows is that his friend is completely out of it. Honestly, he’s silently relieved to see the man is still alive. There are times where he swears the guy will probably eventually drink himself to death. Maybe this thought is nothing more than an exaggeration on his part. However, times like these really make him wonder.
❝Grantaire.❞ This time Enjolras takes it one step further and nudges him a little with his foot. As if that would somehow help to stir the drunk awake to the point where he’s willing to get up. ❝What happened this morning?❞ While Grantaire is well-known to drink his fair share of alcohol, it’s not very often he witnesses him this bad. He may never have found out about this occasion if he didn’t take it upon himself to make an unexpected visit. So one has to wonder. How often does this happen without his knowledge?
@camaradcrie ♥’d for a starter
Quiet. Not much was said upon arriving to Grantaire’s apartment, taking a seat on the couch in the living room. The last time they spoke was close to a week ago. Maybe a little longer. An argument broke out between them. They’ve had disagreements before in the past, sure, but this was different. It led to them going a full week without talking. Up until this afternoon, when Enjolras arrived to Grantaire’s apartment uninvited. Part of him wasn’t even sure if he’d let him inside. But he did. For now anyway.
Finding the right words to say has never really been a problem for the curly haired blond. However, he does serve to be the first one to break the silence upon the two of them. ❝I’m sorry, by the way.❞ Which he doesn’t say very often.
camaradcrie / grantaire.
@vivenjolras asked → “What were you thinking?!” ( vivenjolras @ grantaire )
Protective sentence starters (part 2) | ACCEPTING
“What was I thinking?” Grantaire murmured to himself as he rubbed his cheek where a bruise was beginning to bloom. He didn’t always get into fights but when he did, he tended to be rather decent. He boxed as one of his many hobbies, after all. That didn’t mean he was entirely unscathed. “I guess I was thinking that I’d rather punch the man than have us both get mugged. That’s not agreeable to you?”
Enjolras is unable to help himself. Shaking his head upon hearing Grantaire’s reasoning as to why he felt he needed to punch the guy. ❝For all you knew the guy could’ve had a gun on him.❞ If that was the case then he’d be dealing with more than a bruise forming on his cheek. Now waiting at the scene for the police to arrive to give their side of the story. Yes, he likely prevented the pair of friends from being mugged tonight. The blond is not denying that. But at what cost?
Grantaire could’ve been killed. He could’ve gotten them both killed.
@n0va-c41ne ♥’d for a starter ( for vi’s les mis verse )
❝Sometimes falling down is how we ever learn.❞
