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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2008 11:21:02 GMT -5
"So do I."
He blushed a bit and quickly put his head back down so that his face was hidden.
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Post by Enjolras on May 12, 2008 11:30:20 GMT -5
*He felt rather than saw Grantaire's face redden. Some of his dark, curling hair fell across his face and he lifted a hand to put it back. He hummed some song or other absently.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2008 11:35:06 GMT -5
"Oh..."
He chuckled a little, and quieted, closing his eyes and letting the pleasant tune and rumble seep into him. His breathing hitched a little and his face heated more against Enjolras' shirted chest.
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Post by Enjolras on May 12, 2008 11:39:16 GMT -5
*He got rid of his cravat one-handed and let his shirt fall partly open, continuing to hum.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2008 11:48:06 GMT -5
He shifted a bit and rested his hot cheek against bare flesh, and would have apologized for the scratch of his day's growth of beard if he'd been willing to talk over the pleasant hum. His narrow, but strong fingers flexed against Enjolras' side, and slid up and around to his back.
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Post by Enjolras on May 12, 2008 11:51:29 GMT -5
*Once again, the closeness was nice. And strange at the same time. But he didn't mind the strangeness so much. He moved his forearm and hand (leaving the rest of his arm resting on Grantaire's shoulders) and lazily, distractedly twirled a finger or two in Grantaire's hair.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2008 11:59:56 GMT -5
The little man sighed and his face burned hotter. His hair was still a bit damp from the bath, and it hung in waves that would loosen when it dried, soft and fairly full.
Absently, he hummed along with the other man, quietly.
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Post by Enjolras on May 12, 2008 12:08:40 GMT -5
*Enjolras's own hair was curly and dark, but nonetheless fine and soft, and it just brushed his collar. He looked at the wall absently, breathing in and out and humming. At this point he didn't even know what tune he was coming up with, but he didn't really notice.*
((I have a friend with R!Hair. I think I'd have a fangasm if I met someone with Enjy!hair.))
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2008 13:37:56 GMT -5
Grantaire's attempt to keep tune with him was interrupted by a yawn which he tried to supress, and then he fell silent to listen to Enjolras and concentrate on the feel of the rumble under his ear, the irregular rise of his chest and under that, the steady strong thudding of his heart. He may have even fallen asleep for a few minutes.
When he opened his eyes again, he gave a pained stretch, feeling the skin tighten over his back, and resettled again, bringing the hand that was at Enjolras' back around and up to toy with a bit of the man's hair.
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Post by Enjolras on May 12, 2008 15:59:41 GMT -5
*Enjolras had long since dozed off. His chest rose and fell regularly and his head lolled to one side; for once, he didn't look intense or worried or impassioned, just sleepy.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2008 16:04:31 GMT -5
Grantaire lifted his head, gave a sniff, and leaned in to kiss the man's cheek, then lay down again.
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 1, 2008 18:26:22 GMT -5
***LATER***
After spending the afternoon with Adi and bringing her home to a still-fatherless house, he gave her over to the help for care--still feeling quite terrible about the little gash on her forehead--and spent some time in the library. When Enjolras still wasn't home for dinner, he sat with Adi again...and later still, put her to bed, read her a story and tucked her in safe and snug with a grin and a kiss.
He sat in the library a while longer, and eventually went up to his room and stretched out on the bed, which wasn't his, and which he knew would not ever be properly shared.
But one night spent happily and unalone in that bed, and one day with some of the experiences a father might have...these weren't bad things to go out on. And if he stayed, things would only sour, of course. Best to take what memories he had while they were still untainted and fly.
Grand R had come with nothing but the clothes on his back, and he left now in the same fashion, locking up the prizes of his life in the depths of his heart to be dredged up on rare occasion.
Somewhere, a whine shop waited to receive him.
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