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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 12:04:52 GMT -5
*Enjolras flopped on a chair. The brandy was sitting over on the sideboard, as always.*
"I assume I should lock the gate from the cellars to the catacombs?"
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 12:07:31 GMT -5
Grantaire had already hurried over and poured a glass, thrown it back, and poured a second to take up to the bath with him when Enjolras spoke, causing the little man to drop the decanter, shattering it on the floor.
"There's a way in?!" He nearly screamed.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 12:09:38 GMT -5
*Enjolras rolled his eyes.*
"The house was built after they moved Les Innocents, of course there's a way in. Big iron door that we're not supposed to have the key to, but a way in nonetheless."
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 12:13:56 GMT -5
He shivered and turned to leave the room, stepping over the glass and managing not to get any stuck in his feet.
He didn't say anything else as he mounted the stairs, and fled into his room for a long and thorough bath.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 12:15:44 GMT -5
*Enjolras called a footman in to clean it up before heading down to bolt and lock the huge iron door. He returned to his chair in the sitting room afterward and sat, reading his newspaper, with his feet propped up, as if nothing at all was amiss.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 12:21:16 GMT -5
Grantaire emerged again qutie some time later, damp and dressed--or at least half dressed--in clean trousers. He didn't care if Enjolras' serving staff gave him looks or whispered about his uncouth appearance.
He came back into the sitting room and stood in front of Enjolras, and his paper.
"Still...nothing good?"
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 12:22:51 GMT -5
*Enjolras's vest was unbuttoned and his cravat loose, but he was in general still dressed and his air gave him what authority his attire did not.*
"Nope." *He said, not looking up.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 12:30:17 GMT -5
His throat was dry and his heart pounded in his chest as he stood silently and stiffly for several more moments before the atmosphere and the situation drove him forward.
He pulled the paper out of Enjolras' hands and dropped it to the floor, dropped himself into the man's lap and clenched the fabric of his shirt in one hand, pressed the other to Enjolras' cheek and pushed his thin, dry lips up against that more perfect mouth.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 15:03:00 GMT -5
*Enjolras had looked completely, utterly ruffled and confused three times in his life. First was when he was ten and his second-cousin Marie-Claire had tried to kiss him. Second was when he'd been a young student, just entering university, and his professor's daughter had tried to kiss him. The third? Right now.*
*He made some kind of 'EEP' noise that was utterly unmanly and which was very high up in his register. Color flooded his face as he froze, his arms unmoving from where they'd been holding the paper. After a second or two of this, his hands tentatively moved a few inches to curl in Grantaire's hair, and not long after that he was responding in kind.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 15:11:13 GMT -5
Grantaire held the kiss for several moments before breaking it and pressing his face against the other man's neck, speaking hoarsely
"I'm sorry. I just had to know it, before..."
He clung to the stronger man, shivering and miserable.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 15:16:36 GMT -5
*Enjolras really wasn't sure what had happened just then. He held Grantaire loosely, trying to figure it out and staring elsewhere.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 15:21:47 GMT -5
The little man sat up a bit, to look at his friend, and frowned with worry, hurt, any number of distressing emotions.
"I'm really sorry--but you must have known, didn't you? I won't do it again, I just wanted you to know, I guess."
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 15:27:29 GMT -5
*Enjolras looked at him for a second before kissing him again, fiercely, on impulse.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 15:32:43 GMT -5
Grantaire nearly fell backward out of the chair, but clung harder to Enjolras instead with a suprised "mmph!" and tried to ease the man into something a bit gentler--he'd had enough of roughness.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 15:37:09 GMT -5
*That had made very little sense, on Enjolras's part, but rather than try to make sense of it, he kissed Grantaire a little softer and blocked all thoughts of rationality out of his head. One hand was back at the base of Grantaire's neck again, gently pulling him closer.*
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