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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 15:45:08 GMT -5
He had parted Enjolras' shirt enough to get one arm in and around his back, just to feel his solid warmth, to expose the scar that matched the one one his own chest. When he pulled back, gently, to catch his breath, his face was red and his eyes were sharper and brighter than they'd been in years.
He opened his mouth to say something and a thunderous creak and crash of metal scraping on metal resounded below them.
Grantaire scrambled off of Enjolras' lap, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.
"We die again..."
The sound came a second time, this time the heavy metal door buckled and broke from it's hinges and something roared downstairs.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 15:48:44 GMT -5
"I don't think anyone's going to be doing any dying tonight." *He said, glint back in his eyes as he stood.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 15:51:48 GMT -5
There was silence for a few moments, and then heavy feet on the stairs.
"It's coming up--bullets don't hurt it, Enjolras. I've seen it shot at. Just let it take me, he'll let me go later."
The creature was on the main level now, sniffing around in the room and halls. It didn't seem to be in any hurry--it's prey wasn't running.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 15:56:42 GMT -5
"I'll have to think of something else then, won't I?"
*The beast 'taking' and then 'letting go' of Grantaire was obviously a euphemism for 'maiming' and 'dropping back off more dead than alive', and Enjolras knew it. He attempted to think of something else to maim a mad, large, beast-creature.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 16:03:30 GMT -5
"It might be wiser to run."
Shuffling. It was in the library, letting out low, curious chuffing growls. Something knocked over and broke, wood splintered. It ran out of the library and came up the hall, the monstrous head swam into the doorway of the sitting room and Grantaire paled and backed up to the wall.
"Just...don't move too quickly..."
The monster sniffed the air and it's burning yellow eyes fixed on Grantaire.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 16:56:48 GMT -5
*Inside, what was running though Enjolras's head went something like this: ASKLD#R)(*!@$#J#@ M<$#@lkeremr E"#@"$RH@!#UIROHMYGODWHATTHEFUCK.*
*On the outside, he looked at the creature with all the equanimity of a saint, if saints looked like they could eviscerate you at the drop of a hat.*
"Evening, beastie." *He said dryly.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 21:29:58 GMT -5
The thing swung its head toward the revolutionary and snarled, dragging on massive clawed paw across the floor like a pull. It's tail whipped out behind hit, spined and spiked and it gave a short, sharp roar and lashed out, knocking the sideboard over with it's paw and leaping over it, landing in front of Enjolras.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 21:45:09 GMT -5
*He looked it right in the eye. Still didn't know how he might... there it was. The fire that was burning, crackling merrily in the hearth. Most nights, it was a simple fire; tonight, it was what would probably save them both. *
*Enjolras leapt for the fireplace but the beast was faster, pinning him down with one paw on his chest and snarling his foul breath into Enjolras's face.*
Merde.
*Attempting not to panic, he tried to roll away but as he turned his shoulder up to use as leverage, the beast roared angrily and slashed savagely at his arm. Enjolras cried out, and within seconds there was blood blooming across his left arm and shirt. He'd managed to move enough to grab a burning log, though. He reached out with one injured arm and took one in his hand, swinging it back around towards the beast's face.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 21:54:30 GMT -5
The log knocked off the bare skull of the monster, scattering sparks and causing the creature to flinch back. It rounded to face Grantaire--it's intended target--and the little man slid around the wall toward the fire, bending down to take the log from Enjolras. He froze when the thing growled at him, but it seemed weary of the coal-bright wood, and he leaned down and took the impromptu weapon from his friend's hands, licked his lips and shouted at the creature, swinging the log hard as he could at the skullish head.
He wasn't as strong as Enjolras, but the sparks sent up went into the beast's eyes and it gave a wild howl and jumped back, crashing into a chair, which it rounded on and lashed out at, temporarily blinded.
It went wild on the furniture and tore down the curtains while Grantaire leaned down and pulled Enjolras to his feet, still holding the log.
After a few moments, the monster shook it's head and groaned, turned to hiss at them, and then ran off through the house, finding it's way out in the basement.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 21:57:41 GMT -5
*He held a hand to his arm, as if that'd make it any better. His left sleeve was pretty much crimson now.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 22:02:40 GMT -5
Once the noise stopped and the thing was gone, Grantaire tossed the log back into the fire and turned with his lips pursed to Enjolras. He slipped around in front of him and pushed his shirt off, looking grim and examining his arm.
"You need to get that cleaned right away, and you'll need some stitches."
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 22:07:42 GMT -5
"I figured as much. At least they're clean cuts." *He said, before hissing when he accidentally touched one of the three.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 22:14:11 GMT -5
Grantaire righted the felled chair and sat his companion down in it, ran off to fetch what he needed--he'd learned Enjolras' house well by now--and came back, kneeling beside him and cleaning the wounds. He muttered something about how Enjolras was lucky that he was familiar with stitching up his own injuries when needed and he set about carefully closing up the deep gashes, momentarily thinking of Joly. That all done, he wrapped the man's arm and shoulder in bandages and ran upstairs to fetch him a clean shirt.
"Morangias isn't going to be happy. But...it might buy us some time. I'm not sure how much time and effort he's willing to waste just on me."
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 22:22:49 GMT -5
*Enjolras bore being stitched up quietly, of course. He ignored the shirt (didn't want to move his arm enough to put it on) and snorted.*
"Oh, he bothers you any more and I will eviscerate him with a dull spoon, rip out his eyes and strangle him with his own optic nerves, among other things."
"Just lovely, they're going to scar. Stupid overgrown housecat." *He scowled.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 22:25:16 GMT -5
Grantaire shivered and stepped back from the other man, moving about and uselessly trying to clean up the mess in the room. Now that they weren't in fact dead, he felt rather embarrassed about the kiss, and would continue on as if it hadn't happened if that's what his Apollo wanted to do.
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