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thecapitol2015-01-03 10:44 pm
permets_tu) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-03 10:44 pm
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That frock doesn't suit you, take it off
Who| Grantaire and Enjolras
What| 10 Year Reunion
Where| Training Center; District 3 Apartments
When| January 1st
Warnings/Notes| Frogs. Also, toads.
Grantaire loses all desire to socialize somewhere between the second and third swallow, stricken with a melancholy that urged him towards retreat from his seat at the bar he presently occupied. Eponine, as he understood it, had been jailed, he was presently making a half-hearted attempt to avoid the others, and the memories of the Arena were still too clear, despite his better efforts to cloud them. Were he a better man he would make his apologies for having mocked Courfeyrac and the wreck he had become, understanding now in some very small part what the man must have endured to bring him so low.
He left the bar, his cup unfinished.
Grantaire's return to the District 3 Apartments was meandering, noting various alternative paths that led to the same place, some quicker than others. He avoided confrontation as he walked, missing Paris and her familiar streets, missing familiar faces, detested and well-loved alike. His eventual return to the Training Center had him slumping against the wall of the elevator, indifferent to anyone else who might also occupy it, closing his eyes for the unsettling and short trip it would be to his residence. He was plotting a decadent future for himself, one where he was destined to sleep and sleep and never wake again, if he was lucky. It seemed a worthwhile ambition and one he may even achieve with the way he feels. Fortitude straightens his spine, he shall persevere, belief in this paltry ambition soars!
Grantaire stepped out the elevator, heading for the kitchen with grand intentions towards liberating a bottle from a lonely life spent in idleness. He spared a thought for Marius as he goes, wondering whether or not the other man occupies the apartment and debating the merits of checking.
What| 10 Year Reunion
Where| Training Center; District 3 Apartments
When| January 1st
Warnings/Notes| Frogs. Also, toads.
Grantaire loses all desire to socialize somewhere between the second and third swallow, stricken with a melancholy that urged him towards retreat from his seat at the bar he presently occupied. Eponine, as he understood it, had been jailed, he was presently making a half-hearted attempt to avoid the others, and the memories of the Arena were still too clear, despite his better efforts to cloud them. Were he a better man he would make his apologies for having mocked Courfeyrac and the wreck he had become, understanding now in some very small part what the man must have endured to bring him so low.
He left the bar, his cup unfinished.
Grantaire's return to the District 3 Apartments was meandering, noting various alternative paths that led to the same place, some quicker than others. He avoided confrontation as he walked, missing Paris and her familiar streets, missing familiar faces, detested and well-loved alike. His eventual return to the Training Center had him slumping against the wall of the elevator, indifferent to anyone else who might also occupy it, closing his eyes for the unsettling and short trip it would be to his residence. He was plotting a decadent future for himself, one where he was destined to sleep and sleep and never wake again, if he was lucky. It seemed a worthwhile ambition and one he may even achieve with the way he feels. Fortitude straightens his spine, he shall persevere, belief in this paltry ambition soars!
Grantaire stepped out the elevator, heading for the kitchen with grand intentions towards liberating a bottle from a lonely life spent in idleness. He spared a thought for Marius as he goes, wondering whether or not the other man occupies the apartment and debating the merits of checking.