April Open Post/Catch-all

[pluspetitpoete]

Who: Jehan Prouvaire (pluspetitpoete ) and Various
What: Closed starters, reunions, making new friends
When: The month of April.
Where: Primarly Wyver, perhaps one in Olympia
Warning(s): Talk of death

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[pluspetitpoete]

I'm so sorry. [He wraps his arms tightly around his friend, nose against his neck, clinging to him desperately, tears in his eyes.] I'm so sorry it didn't work. I wanted so very badly for us to succeed, I was so certain we would. I wish I could have done more.

[idealisme]

[He accepts the embrace once more. He lacks the impulse for how to respond, so unused is he to receiving them.]

I have- met others, Jehan. From the future of France. Men who spoke of her future, and of the republic she becomes. [Perhaps it is all right to wrap his own arms around the poet.] The future vindicates us, Jehan.

[pluspetitpoete]

Then at least we made a difference, even if it took time. [He sniffles against Enjolras's shoulder, rubbing his hand over his friend's back more to comfort himself than anything. It's a lot to take in, and he's only just arrived, but he's glad to know that something they did helped encourage others along the way. After a moment, he hiccups a little and tries to smile] And here you are, terribly ill and still trying to plan things, it seems. And I've gone and disturbed all your notes.

[idealisme]

[What a strange thing an embrace is, to someone who has seldom experienced them. How to hold one's hands, where to put one's head, the singular uncertainty about being so physically close to another.]

My illness has disturbed my notes. Your presence sets my mind in order.