#โค ๐๐ธ. ๐น๐๐๐๐ธ๐ฒ๐ด โ julien enjolras.
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
โ โฐ โ โโโย ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ฌ.
annie's song by john denver ( @batteredoptimist 's james) ; la vie en rose by daniela andrade ; shallow originally by gaga (nonny's muriel) ; may i by trading yesterday (**bonus: singin in the rain, a cover)
โ โฐ โ โโโย ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ.
star of the county down high kings cover (nonny's james) ; run by delta rae ; for the dancing and the dreaming by erutan (another for james) ; a whistling lad by hound and fox ; follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie (nonny's muriel)
โ โฐ โ โโโ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง.
song of the sea ashley serena cover ; somewhere out there (from an american tail OW) ; hallelujah by leonard cohen but this version's my favorite ; over the rainbow by mree ; blackbird by the beatles
โ โฐ โ โโโย ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐.
habanera from carmen ; belle's villain song by lydia the bard ; petit papillon by eurielle ; so this is love sneha cover (her voiceclaim) ; mr. brightside halocene cover (**bonus: all the things she said, tatu)
โ โฐ โ โโโย ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐จ.
mary on a cross by ghost ; orpheus by sara bareilles (nonny's romana) ; tomorrow by sr-71 ; artillery by infected mushroom ; the blowers daughter giulia falcone cover (nonny's muriel)
โ โฐ โ โโโ ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐ซ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฌ.
achilles come down by gang of youths ; 21 guns by green day ; welcome to the black parade by my chemical romance ; the hanging tree from the hunger games ; battlefield by svrcina
ย **bonus playlists : (francis.) (westley.) (marin.) (lucienne.) (mariano.)
Tagged by : @velvetnviolentviolets (thank you! โก )
Tagging: @batteredoptimist (james & muriel) ; @imprvdente (all of the versions of fish? or at least the ones you want!) ; @astremourante ; @angerworn & @eltriador ; @wehavefoundthestars ; @charroblanco ; @florietiae (raven!) ; @sylkshe ; @asoulofstars & you, all of you - and tag me!!
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ an obscure muse that no one is ever likely to write with because I am emotionally compromised, no you didn't. Xifeng is from the 'Rise of the Empress' duology by Julie C. Dao, which is a retelling of Snow White in which she fills the role of 'Evil Queen'. At this time, I only want to write her in her own world, she's request only and I strongly prefer people to have read the books before asking me about her.
Many asks of mine to have, yes, but alas maybe one day someone will be excited about this duology as I am!
Also, please know her arc is a dark one and proceed with caution. More to follow when I have time to put together a character page for her (which means finally having to do one for Enjolras too *sigh*).
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
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๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ฌ.
literature and art. you radiate creativity. sensitive and wistful, and everything you do is a work of art. youโre often prayed to before performance or before a new work is created, asking for the creative vision to remain strong and the emotion to flow into whatever they produce. your worshippers are blessed with creative talents beyond desire.
๐ฐ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ.
weather and calamity. tempestuous and fearsome. your moods are hard to read and you strike on a whim. not a soul can avoid you as disasters strike across the land. you have your own standards for what makes sense and what you value and if anyone dares challenge you there will be nowhere for them to run.
๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง.
labyrinths and confusion. a god for the lost souls. you can often find makeshift altars for you deep in forests, cave systems, and other uncharted territories. you guide those lost back onto the path. the souls of those who disrespect you are lost forever, trapped in a winding labyrinth, never to leave or see sunlight again.
๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐.
beauty and relationships. you are a very prideful deity. you know your worth, you know your power, and you know your beauty. people come to you for love and confidence. you may seem calm but when your worth or beauty is in question wrath fills you. it's common to see those who question you on those matters face a life of loneliness.
๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐จ.
winter and death. youโre known for your self-discipline and rigidity. although you may be perceived as cold and intimidating by those who donโt directly worship you, youโre actually quite fair and polite. your followers pray to you for a safe winter and peaceful death.
๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐ซ๐๐ฌ.
balance and revenge. another seemingly intimidating figure. some only know you for revenge and fear you. however, youโre fair and provide justice and balance to your worshippers. you are regarded as the judge, jury, and executioner and no one can escape.
tagged by : the lovely @screwhope
tagging : all of you lovelies? tag me so i can see because i'm nosy.
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ
ย โฐ โ โโโ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ฌ.
francis is dressing up as his first love this year. of course he means the bard himself โ none other than william shakespeare, complete with mannerisms.
โฐ โ โโโ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ.
westley would be a pirate, of course โ as though there was ever any other option. most fearsome pirate in all the seas โ the great, legendary captain mccarthy. he says he'd also make a dashing zorro.
โฐ โ โโโ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง.
marin would be a glittery and shimmering siren with a very realistic tail. i think she'd go all out with it, too. her song could steal a sailor's soul.
โฐ โ โโโ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐.
would go very classic in a marie antoinette take with the full costume, sparing no expense.
โฐ โ โโโ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐จ.
nonny's muses would have to wrangle him into partaking. but he'd probably be the big bad wolf for reasons.
โฐ โ โโโ ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐ซ๐๐ฌ.
"i do not support the rampant consumerism and blatant appropriation of a cultureโs spiritual beliefs."
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๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
Francis, Westley, Marin, Lucienne, Mariano, Enjolras.
tagging: all of you! do it and tag me, please? i'd love to see!
tagged by: @hvbris โกโก
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For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.
Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!
Favorite Muse: Oh god. Do you KNOW the war that will start with these chaotic nuisances in my head if I answer that?
Most Character Development: Westley, hands down. He started out as a kind of joke of a concept and then as it turned out, I needed him. Funnily enough, @batteredoptimist came and asked me 'so about this sailor boy...' and, as it turned out, I got a Westley and a Nonny out of the deal. Which is pretty great for me. Now he's so different from the original idea I had of him โ he's fully developed and it's been pretty amazing to see.
Trash Muse:ย *covers his ears* Westley.
The Meme-Lord:ย *squints* Mariano for the dad jokes, Francis unironically, and Henry (who will claim that Alex sends them more).
Most Likely to Start a War: Lucienne. Westley wants to say it's him but it's definitely Luci. Mariano is a good candidate too, tbh.
Worst Personality: skfadgfkj Howl (lovingly) or Enjolras (marble statue).
Best Singer:ย Marin.
Most Attractive Muse:ย OH GOD WHY. They're all gorgeous. Marin.
Biggest Heart:ย Francis.
Falls in Love Quickest:ย *looks at Francis and James specifically* Francis.
Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Westley.
Ice Ruler:ย Lucienne. Mariano is over here pouting.
The Edgelord: Westley? ๐
(This is dangerous he's so mad at me.)
Most Tragic Backstory:ย Oof Marin and Westley.
Best Case of Puberty:ย I am autistic and don't understand the question oop.
Most Awkward:ย Mariano, actually. He fumbles all over himself when he's not acting all badass.
Busy Bee: Mariano.
Most Clueless:ย Francis. See also: tea.
Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Francis or Westley for different reasons.
Best Dressed:ย mm...all of them? If I have to choose, Mariano.
Biggest Flirt:ย Westley.
Most Dramatic:ย oh goddddd. he's going to kill me at this point. *hides* also DEFINITELY Westley. But as for me the mun providing drama to the character, Marin.
Least Likely to Show Up Late:ย Mariano.
One with Weirdest Habit:ย Uh. I don't think any of them have any particularly weird habits? (Other than one of my Nonny-villains who I don't write on here...) but Francis taps music notes on his legs when he's stressed and hiccups when he's flustered. Westley's legs basically vibrate and he chews on his lip piercing in his modern verse.
Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Mariano.
tagged by @hvbris (thank you this was soooo fun โก) tagging everyone, do it it's so much fun
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ย ย ย ย ย ย โ โฐ โ โโโ for @jondrettegirl from the open starter here ...
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ in the quaint and sleepy streets of Paris. Heโs seen it in the eyes of young lovers hand in hand walking along the Seine, and in Mariusโs faraway gaze. Itโs almost as though theyโve forgotten that war is upon them. The heart is a strange thing โ although he supposes that all great things are done for love, in the end. But it is France that needs their love now โ to pave the way for the lovers and dreamers of the future. Their hearts must be in the right place, if the organ should speak of anything at all. This anger, this rage โ why does it not ignite for people just like her? The downtrodden, the poor, those who suffer more than a simple broken heart of a misguided fool. Mariusโs loyalties are volatile โ and he changes opinions as though they were stockings. Were Enjolras not certain that his supposed โloveโ would wane and pass โ it might make for a bigger talking point.
ย ย ย ย ย The contagion, of course, is love itself. How curious the thing is that makes the troubles of a nation become shrouded in fog that speaks only the name of a sweetheart in its stead. He should never be so foolish as to fall in love. โMariusโs affections are mercurial,โ he says at last โ though to speak truly to argue with her at this point may be the same as to argue with Grantaire, always steeped in drink and ready to take the opposition. Infuriating, really.
ย ย ย ย ย ย He looks at the bottle with sharp blue eyes, as though he sees not only the wine โ but where it comes from, what it had taken for it to get there โ and last, but certainly not least, what he might become, were he to succumb to frivolity, and for a moment forget the troubles of the world. He slides it back to her โ โIt is just a passing fancy. He sees what he wishes to, and to the rest of the world is blind. A stubborn fool,โ he mutters in a low, fond whisper. How strange must it be to be in love, and to believe that the world ends when you look into someoneโs eyes, rather than when the government silences and oppresses her people.
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ย "Whence should proceed that cry of love, if not from the heights of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this is the point of junction, of those who think and of those who suffer; this barricade is not made of paving-stones, nor of joists, nor of bits of iron; it is made of two heaps, a heap of ideas, and a heap of woes. Here misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'I am about to die, and thou shalt be born again with me."
โ โฐ โ โโโ **based on this anonymous ask** how does your muse view the gentler , ย daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving ย & ย caring for , ย or things only bound to wither & disappear ?
ย Enjolras is very much an Achilles of a character. Heโs strong, heโs the leader, a warrior, heโs utterly brilliant (if sometimes scary in that brilliance), but he is also described in the books as beautiful in a soft way, almost a feminine way. I think that heโs struggled with that, as well as the privilege he was granted at birth. Which, in and of itself is a bit problematic. He gave it all up, but he could never understand the way the people struggled. Not wholly. So in that sense, he disdains the beauty and daintiness of luxury, of who he is on the surface, of the loveliness bestowed upon him.
ย ย ย ย He wants to atone. Wants to be at the bottom fighting beside the poor man as a brother. But he could never be that because of name and circumstance and all that glory that the wealthy call beautiful.
ย ย ย ย When he looks outward at the people on the streets, the working people, and sees gentleness, goodness and kindness...there is nothing in the world that moves him more. This is what he fights for, his reason. Pride in his country, but a country that is made by and for the people at the bottom.
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ย ย ย ย ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐,ย before one of them was doomed to get hurt. Itโs all he can think as heโs knocked to his arse by a spattering of rubber bullets. The crowd disperses then; but some stay on, they hold the line. Heโs supposed to be holding the line. Too many people getting hurt, too many people already hurt. Itโs why theyโre here, protesting in the street.
ย ย ย ย โIโm fine,โ he says with a wince, hand in the grit of the pavement as he pushes himself up, propels himself back onto the front lines even as pain and blood splits down his side. โDid anyone else get shot?โ
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ย โ โฐ โ โโโย ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : I can see the arguments for summer (barricade day) and winter (marble statue) โ but to me, Enjolras is autumn. He is change in the air, the falling of the last red leaf succumbing to winter death for a spring renewal he wonโt bear witness to. He is the changing of the seasons, the changing of the world. He is the color red, he is caught between extremes โ summer and winter โ what the world could be versus what the world is. He is the last triumphant stand in all of his bright, beautiful colors.
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"Love is capitalism."
ย ย ย ย โโโ Julien Enjolras
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ย โ โฐ โ โโโ ย ย ๐๐. ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ?
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ โฐ โ โโโ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง ๐๐ฌ๐ค๐ฌ. ( @imprvdente )
**Disclaimer : I'm not sure how 'weird' all of these will be, but they'll at least be headcanons and I shall do my best to make them silly if I can think of them !!
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โ โฐ โ โโโ When Francis gets super duper flustered, he starts hiccuping. It's a very big tell and it's super cute. He'll try to stave it off or hold it back, and then it ends up shaking his whole body. It's pretty much the cutest thing ever and he has a glorious strawberry-red blush to match. So, if you make him hiccup, that means you're doing something to fluster him (good on you). Not that Fish would ever do that, nope, not ever. This headcanon was developed when my dear @olivierperrier was still active.
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โ โฐ โ โโโ In the rare verse where Westley has actually gotten to grow up with his mam on the farm in Scotland โ he has an ongoing feud with a rooster named 'The Colonel'. It started when he was a tot and was chased around nonstop. Doris (his mam, @batteredoptimist 's lovely) tried very very hard not to laugh. The rooster lived to a ripe old age and when he was gone, Westley cried, but still curses his name.
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โ โฐ โ โโโ One of Marin's earliest (and only, depending on verse) memories of her mam is of her red hair, and of her singing in Scottish Gaelic to her. Song is a big influence in Marin's life. In quite a few of her verses now, I headcanon her to (unknowingly) be half-siren, if the verse allows for magic. She loves to sing, and it calms everyone around her. Also, no matter the verse, she wears a thistle necklace that her mam gave to her when she was very young. (For more siren!Marin headcanons, click the link.)
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โ โฐ โ โโโ Hm, at first glance, this Italian badass has no flaws or weaknesses. In fact, he looks like he belongs on the cover of a Harlequin romance book โ shirtless and sweaty and sexy all pressed up against some girl. There's just one thing preventing that from happening. Mariano is scared shitless of horses. Why? We don't know. He just told me one day, I laughed, we rolled with it. 11/10 will swear in full Italian fear and will try to play it off. Also, all of those things like 'don't break your spaghetti in front of an Italian. Yeah. True.
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โ โฐ โ โโโ Probably my newest headcanon (not necessarily a weird one because of all the muses on tumblr, Luci's probably the most underdeveloped of my OCs) is that Luci has heterochromia, meaning that her eyes are different colors. One is a lovely shade of blue-grey (like her mother's), and it leaks into the other eye before turning a soft shade of brown (like her father's).
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โ โฐ โ โโโ Enjolras is one I haven't gotten to write with a ton to develop yet, so I don't have a multitude of headcanons for him. What I do have is a little more tragic than it is 'weird' or 'funny'. For all of the ways he strives to help the underdog, and the poor โ Enjolras himself was born into the upper class and a very wealthy family. In school, he learned of the struggles of the people in the streets and kind of tried to martyr himself down to their level to join the fight and use his voice. He cut off his parents and no longer sees them or acknowledges them. Nevertheless, both of his parents love him and want him to come home.
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โ โฐ โ โโโ Henry is also a bit of a sad case, I think. Please mind that I have not seen the movie and it's been about a year since my last reread of the book โ but I think that when his father died, he very nearly tried to run away and become a stage actor (think Shakespeare type thing) and writer in his father's memory. I actually have a verse for this. However, when his mother shut down, and Bea started coping in unhealthy ways โ instead of pursuing grief in the way his heart called him to do so โ he internalized everything and was there for everyone else instead.
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โ โฐ โ โโโ ย ย โ ๐ข ๐ โ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ก, ๐ฒ โ๐ฒ๐๐ญ ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ก ๐ โ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ฌ โ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ โ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐. ( ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐ซ๐๐ฌ )ย ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ โฐ โ โโโ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐.ย ( @dcmur3 )
ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. To love... and...to touch โ concepts as ancient as the very first records of civilization. These things are pillars to the world at large, and have spanned story and song for centuries โ what greater joy than the embrace of another โ what is the point of it all, if not to love? And if these things are as he says, the pillars of society โ then a wall has surely gone up around them โ and he and Valerie stand on the outside, looking in. Enjolras has not known love โ save for the love of his country. Enjolras has not known touch save for the embrace of a mother who is dead to him. This is the cost of what it takes to turn a man into a marble statue โ a pillar not for love, nor for touch โ but for freedom.
ย ย ย ย ย He will always be on the outside looking in where it concerns the world at large โ afraid of what getting too close might cost him. His beauty will be his fury โ and his love will be vengeance, beautiful and terrible. Valerie, however, is not like him โ she hasnโt chosen to be on the outside. She remains outside the wall due only to a misfortune in circumstance โ not because her heart lacks the capacity to love more than one thing. On the contrary, the girl has the biggest heart of anyone heโs ever met.
ย ย ย ย ย But who is he โ to give her advice when it comes to love, or toward compassion and touch? If anything, itโs she who has taught him a great deal regarding those particular subjects. And still, he is a great fool โ one who knows nothing to bring her the comfort she seeks. And still, he thinks back to the world. What is he fighting for, if not the right for other people to love and be loved? It is a freedom, the same as any other. โPerhaps when the time is right, there will be no more to fear.โ She is stronger than she seems โ but he doesnโt think she knows it. Not yet.
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Me, trying to write:
Enjolras, about love: THERE IS A PLAGUE IN THE STREETS OF PARIS!
Me: Sir, please.
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โ โฐ โ โโโ ย ย ๐๐๐ญ๐ก:ย ย ย ย ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ โฐ โ โโโ "๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ฒ" ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฌ. ( @thatfirehairedshifter )
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ returned to its romance from the wide jaws of the city of revolution that simmers just below the surface at any given time. Paris is a lover who cleans up well.ย Medium-length blond waves hang over the back of the claw-foot tub that looks majestically out of place on the mismatched tile floor of his humble flat. Outside this room โ there is a messy desk full of homework, and petitions from civilians, and outlines for another grรจve should M. prรฉsident decide he wonโt adhere to their orders. Outside this room, their lover sleeps sprawled out naked on the bed โ covered in paint and smelling like wine. Funny, Enjolras never thought the lingering scent would endear itself to him, and yet, he misses it when itโs gone.
ย ย ย ย His shoulders ache as though heโs really borne the weight of the world upon them in the weeks that have passed in protest. His professors are a part of the bigger problem, and arenโt excusing him from doing twice the work theyโve ever thought to from behind their desks to free the people from their oppression. He has a lot to do. But it is joyous work, nevertheless.
ย ย ย ย The faucet drips as it always does, creates a little โplinkโ against the water as he shifts forward, bending to place a kiss to her bare shoulder. They barely fit in the bath together comfortably. That might be different, had he maintained his life in the 16th arrondissement โ but he had not, and he is better for it. This flat may be drafty, and the smell of trash fires still waft up through the rickety old windows โ but this place is his bit of history, a testament to how things change. Itโs not big enough for three people โ but they havenโt talked about that yet. He doesnโt know if heโs ready for that yet. Doesnโt know if heโll ever be ready for that. He always thought that for the most part, he would end up on his own โ save for his ragtag band of misfits: Les Amis de l'ABC. He was wrong.
ย ย ย ย ย ย Cars make their way through the streets, running over the remnants of their makeshift barricades. He is tired, but he is proud of the country that holds his love. Battle-worn hands are beginning to prune as one reaches up out of the water, strokes along her arm intentionally, but lazily โ as though heโs still not quite certain whether he wants to instigate something that will keep them up for hours still, or just enjoy the warmth of the bath and her soft body pressed against him. Theyโre both battered from the chaos, and his own eyes burn from picking up a canister of teargas and throwing it back in the direction of the government. Itโs been a long few weeks. Itโs almost strange for things to seep gradually into normalcy. He runs a finger gently over a bruise blossoming on her back, โYouโre hurt,โ he murmurs, his voice a little deeper than usual, worn out from screaming through a megaphone. โYou didnโt tell me you were hurt.โ
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