nicolasgrantaire

[nicolasgrantaire]

"Hey, it's alright. It's going to be alright. I've got... Ehm... I... Yeah, I've got the... the ambulance on the phone. The police too. They're coming. They'll help you. It'll be ok... Yeah, shit, ok... Ehm... Can you...? Can you tell me what hurts? Keep talking to me, ok? Listen to me. They won't be long. Do you want me to call anyone? Shit, ok, let me see if I can find where the blood is coming from..."

He was garbling, he knew it, but he didn't know what else to do. He had to keep Combeferre focused, right? He had to keep him calm and reassured, right? Shit, he knew nothing about first aid or medicine or anything that could help Combeferre right now. God, why couldn't he have been outside Joly's place? At least Joly would have been somewhat useful.

"Ok, ehm, I don't want to move anything in case I make things worse... Any tips? How can I help?"

☤ – MISFORTUNE – Your muse has a terrible accident and barely survives.

Grantaire was reading when the screeching of tyres in the street outside his apartment drew his attention. A low curse was muttered as he got to his feet and headed over to the window, peering into the grey and drizzly sky for a brief moment before turning his gaze to the scene below.

A car. A mangled bike. Grantaire felt himself wince. Even from his top floor window, he could see that there was a lot of blood. And, as if the scene wasn’t horrific enough, the car only hesitated for a moment before speeding off down the street.

Just as well Grantaire had a photographic memory and was able to note down the license plate.

Cradling his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he rattled off the details to an emergency services operator, insisting on the need for an ambulance and a police response, he thundered his way down the six flights of stairs as quickly as he could manage. He needed to get as much information as possible so that he could relay it to the operator and…

“Shit…!”

It came out in a soft breath, sucked from his lungs as the impact of shock hit his chest.

“Combeferre…?”

He dropped to his knees by the mangled, bloodied body of his friend.

“Ferre? Combeferre, can you hear me?!”

[nicolasgrantaire]

☤ – MISFORTUNE – Your muse has a terrible accident and barely survives.

Grantaire was reading when the screeching of tyres in the street outside his apartment drew his attention. A low curse was muttered as he got to his feet and headed over to the window, peering into the grey and drizzly sky for a brief moment before turning his gaze to the scene below.

A car. A mangled bike. Grantaire felt himself wince. Even from his top floor window, he could see that there was a lot of blood. And, as if the scene wasn't horrific enough, the car only hesitated for a moment before speeding off down the street.

Just as well Grantaire had a photographic memory and was able to note down the license plate.

Cradling his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he rattled off the details to an emergency services operator, insisting on the need for an ambulance and a police response, he thundered his way down the six flights of stairs as quickly as he could manage. He needed to get as much information as possible so that he could relay it to the operator and...

"Shit...!"

It came out in a soft breath, sucked from his lungs as the impact of shock hit his chest.

"Combeferre...?"

He dropped to his knees by the mangled, bloodied body of his friend.

"Ferre? Combeferre, can you hear me?!"

[nicolasgrantaire]

"W-Will that help...?"

“Everything will be okay, I promise, but you need to talk to me.”

“What is there to say…?” Grantaire sighed, head between his hands as he sat on the couch in his dingy little living room. “Why did you come over here, Ferre? What do you know…?”

[nicolasgrantaire]

"How long do you think it'll take to get an answer...?"

Cough.

Grantaire knew he’d been hiding in the bathroom for too long. In fact, he’d known that he shouldn’t have come to the meeting at all. Yet, here he was, locked in a bathroom stall, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he coughed violently. His coughing was so loud that he hadn’t even heard the bathroom door open, and once he thought the fit was over, he opened the stall and stepped out to wash himself up.

[nicolasgrantaire]

"I know..." Grantaire nodded, forcing a smile. "At least I'll know..."

Cough.

Grantaire knew he’d been hiding in the bathroom for too long. In fact, he’d known that he shouldn’t have come to the meeting at all. Yet, here he was, locked in a bathroom stall, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he coughed violently. His coughing was so loud that he hadn’t even heard the bathroom door open, and once he thought the fit was over, he opened the stall and stepped out to wash himself up.

[nicolasgrantaire]

Grantaire flinched slightly as his hand was jostled, but was careful not to make a sound.

“Everything will be okay, I promise, but you need to talk to me.”

“What is there to say…?” Grantaire sighed, head between his hands as he sat on the couch in his dingy little living room. “Why did you come over here, Ferre? What do you know…?”

[nicolasgrantaire]

Grantaire did as he'd been asked; Enjolras wrapping the blanket around him and holding him steady.

“Everything will be okay, I promise, but you need to talk to me.”

“What is there to say…?” Grantaire sighed, head between his hands as he sat on the couch in his dingy little living room. “Why did you come over here, Ferre? What do you know…?”

[nicolasgrantaire]

"I-I mean... If they're doing so many tests, t-they're bound to find something, r-right...?"

Cough.

Grantaire knew he’d been hiding in the bathroom for too long. In fact, he’d known that he shouldn’t have come to the meeting at all. Yet, here he was, locked in a bathroom stall, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he coughed violently. His coughing was so loud that he hadn’t even heard the bathroom door open, and once he thought the fit was over, he opened the stall and stepped out to wash himself up.

[nicolasgrantaire]

Grantaire nodded, squeezing his eyes closed. "It's my left hand, Ferre. I paint with that hand. That's why..."

“Everything will be okay, I promise, but you need to talk to me.”

“What is there to say…?” Grantaire sighed, head between his hands as he sat on the couch in his dingy little living room. “Why did you come over here, Ferre? What do you know…?”

[nicolasgrantaire]

Grantaire explained the situation, then sat silently, still as a statue, whilst some bloods were taken and he was told to wait a while until a scan could be organised.

Cough.

Grantaire knew he’d been hiding in the bathroom for too long. In fact, he’d known that he shouldn’t have come to the meeting at all. Yet, here he was, locked in a bathroom stall, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he coughed violently. His coughing was so loud that he hadn’t even heard the bathroom door open, and once he thought the fit was over, he opened the stall and stepped out to wash himself up.

[nicolasgrantaire]

Grantaire followed the nurse into a consultation room and sat down across from a kind looking doctor.

Cough.

Grantaire knew he’d been hiding in the bathroom for too long. In fact, he’d known that he shouldn’t have come to the meeting at all. Yet, here he was, locked in a bathroom stall, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he coughed violently. His coughing was so loud that he hadn’t even heard the bathroom door open, and once he thought the fit was over, he opened the stall and stepped out to wash himself up.

[nicolasgrantaire]

"Well, fuck..." Grantaire murmured, rolling his eyes. "How bad are my fingers, Ferre? I-I can't bring myself to look..."

“Everything will be okay, I promise, but you need to talk to me.”

“What is there to say…?” Grantaire sighed, head between his hands as he sat on the couch in his dingy little living room. “Why did you come over here, Ferre? What do you know…?”

[nicolasgrantaire]

Grantaire only caught a brief glimpse of the boy in the tower before a splitting pain in his head sent him crumbling to the ground, unconscious.

At Last I See the Light

@acesubtaire

Combeferre looked out the window from his tower in the forest and sighed softly, he’d wanted to go outside for so long but Papa forbid it. He said it was too dangerous for a beautiful boy like him out there. So he watched the birds and the little chipmunks and other creatures move about from his window, and once a year on his birthday, the exploding sparkling lights that came from the direction of the kingdom.

[nicolasgrantaire]

"That's... Wow... I'm sorry..." Grantaire murmured, chewing on his lip.

Mulan AU

@acesubtaire

Combeferre reported for military duty reluctantly. His father should have to be here, but he forced his son to go in his place, claiming it was best for the family this way. So off he went, after saying goodbye to his mom and little sister. He made it to base on horseback in about one day.

[nicolasgrantaire]

"I've had worse," Grantaire chuckled, only half joking. "Just do what you have to do. No point worrying about me."

“Everything will be okay, I promise, but you need to talk to me.”

“What is there to say…?” Grantaire sighed, head between his hands as he sat on the couch in his dingy little living room. “Why did you come over here, Ferre? What do you know…?”

[nicolasgrantaire]

Grantaire forced a smile and nodded once. "Thanks Ferre. I'll hold you to that!"

Cough.

Grantaire knew he’d been hiding in the bathroom for too long. In fact, he’d known that he shouldn’t have come to the meeting at all. Yet, here he was, locked in a bathroom stall, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth as he coughed violently. His coughing was so loud that he hadn’t even heard the bathroom door open, and once he thought the fit was over, he opened the stall and stepped out to wash himself up.

[nicolasgrantaire]

"It's not so much what I do..." he shrugged, rubbing his arm and avoiding Enjolras' gaze. "I... Some of the guys in here have it in for me because my dad is a local crime lord and I'm a traitor to the family." He laughed harshly. "Bastard left me to die when I threatened to turn him in, stop him kidnapping some rich kid. Funnily enough..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Never mind... But no, I'm in here cause society is a bitch and apparently Romani people are automatically criminals in this country."

“I just got here… One of the guards told me I could ask you to show me around.”

@notyourapollo

Grantaire raised an eyebrow at the newcomer, looking him up and down, before settling into an easy smile and getting to his feet. “Sure thing. I’m R, by the way. I guess we’re cellmates then?”