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Post by Enjolras on May 8, 2008 15:20:56 GMT -5
"No." *He said simply.* "Everyone's very... boring, here."
*And by that, he meant that students had stopped revolting; there was nothing interesting to read because nobody was doing anything interesting.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 8, 2008 15:24:19 GMT -5
"Sorry."
He took half a step backward, needing a drink very badly. Being sober and being here with him was nearly unbearable.
"Should I be going?"
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Post by Enjolras on May 8, 2008 15:25:45 GMT -5
"I've got a meeting with my solicitors in about an hour. I'll be leaving in half that." *He said, not directly answering the question.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 8, 2008 15:38:01 GMT -5
"Oh. I suppose you'll need to be getting ready then. Thanks for the bed and the bath. And the clothes. Sorry about the grimy sheets and all the trouble."
He gave a grin to cover up whatever it was that was clenching his stomach and stepped backward out of the library without even glancing at the books.
"You, ah, know where to find me if you care to have your clothes back. I promise I won't dirty them."
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Post by Enjolras on May 8, 2008 18:43:06 GMT -5
"No need." *He called after Grantaire, before standing and going to his room.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 8, 2008 21:43:37 GMT -5
((Now R has a canon!sig as well. ;D))
"Of course. Thanks, again."
It took him a bit of minor exploration to find his way to the front door and he rested his hand on the latch, glazing for a moment.
Enjolras had died standing, he remembered. He had watched him bleed out and slowly bow his head from his place on the floor at the young man's feet, wounded himself. He'd been sober. More sober than he'd been since his early teen years, and he clearly remembered asking the man's leave to die with him, clasping his hand and receiving a smile in answer. It was the only time he could remember a smile on that cold, angelic face directed at him, and it had hung on his dead lips as the color went out of Enjolras' eyes, which still tracked for some moments Grantaire, who lay at Apollo's feet and bathed in his blood.
By the time he'd had the wits to smile back, his god was fully dead, and Grand R had regretted that the last thing Enjolras had seen was an ugly, pathetic hanger-on--that great skeptic!--trying to sputter out a rare-used
"Vincent." He muttered and clicked open the latch, heading straight out to earn enough money for three bottles of green.
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Post by Enjolras on May 8, 2008 22:07:03 GMT -5
**LATER**
*After the meeting, Enjolras sat contemplating things. The revolt especially.*
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Post by Enjolras on Jun 8, 2008 20:18:23 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*After walking here looking the very soul of propriety, he pulled her in the door and kissed her roughly with no warning.*
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Post by Renn on Jun 8, 2008 20:26:50 GMT -5
*She made a small startled sound when he grabbed her, but wasted no time in returning his kiss with equal fervor and untucking his shirt in order to slip her hands under it and run them over the hard muscle.*
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Post by Enjolras on Jun 8, 2008 20:29:15 GMT -5
*He attempted to nudge her in the directions of the stairs and failed, and ended up just picking her up and carrying her in a fireman's hold up to his room.*
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Post by Renn on Jun 8, 2008 20:32:13 GMT -5
"What the hell are you doing?" *she squeaked.* "Put me down!"
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 16, 2008 16:19:46 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Enjolras pushed past the housekeeper with no explanation as to the unconscious woman in his arms. He merely took Renn upstairs, laid her on a guest bed, and calmly removed her shirt (almost-mostly-honorably) to make sure she hadn't been hurt badly. He realized she hadn't, dressed the wound himself, and checked the back of her head. Just a bad bump, and she'd have a headache when she woke up. Being on the barricades as he has had given him a good sense, if not finesse, about injuries.*
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Post by Renn on Aug 16, 2008 16:30:44 GMT -5
*After a while, she came to, slowly and with a groan that sounded suspiciously like "fucker." The pain in her shoulder and head woke her up more fully, and she sat up, putting a hand to her head. And her shoulder hurt like a bitch. Where was she? And where the hell was her shirt? Then she caught sight of Enjolras.*
"Oh. It's you."
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 16, 2008 16:33:13 GMT -5
*He was inwardly very relieved to see her wake up so soon.*
"You were knocked out and the medical stations were too full to deal with a nicked shoulder and a bumped head." *Was all he said to her.*
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Post by Renn on Aug 16, 2008 16:39:42 GMT -5
*He'd left the barricades to help her? That... didn't make sense. And was oddly touchi- ... What? Touching? She'd hit her head too hard. That was the only explaination.*
"Thanks," *she said coldly.*
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