[ Being back should be wonderful. Nadril had been a far cry from the familiar streets of Wyver that Grantaire has grown to…enjoy?, but although the weather is warm, the mood is grey. Corpses and rubble litter the city, and Grantaire feels lightheaded at even the best of times. He can’t help but notice that it isn’t the same as being drunk. He knows that feeling very well, and this is more akin to being ill. It only gets worse, until suddenly he realizes what’s wrong: he can recall absolutely nothing about himself or the world around him.
He grips the shoulder of the nearest refugee, perhaps a little too tightly, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. ]
Ah, hello. I was wondering if you could tell me where we are? I understand that I’ve been here all day, but I can’t seem to recall the name. The heat, perhaps.
2. But it ain't me, babe [Wyver or Olympia]
[ Grantaire has always touted himself as a man who believes in nothing. Whether or not that’s actually true is between himself and his thoughts, but he’s been vocal enough about it that it must be the truth. There’s also typically a downtrodden sort of air about him—literally. Grantaire reeks of alcohol.
Which is why there’s something odd about him now. By all accounts, he looks the same, though perhaps better-kempt, and he walks taller, as though he has an actual purpose. The scent of alcohol does not cling to his breath or his clothes, and his eyes are bright. One might actually believe he’s glad to be here, glad to be alive, and perhaps even hold some very important beliefs? Ask him about Revolution. ]
3. Let time go lightly
[ It’s taken long enough for Grantaire to find his old stash of wine. The real trouble comes later on that evening when he’s outside, drinking directly from the bottle. He polishes a full bottle off in what seems like an instant, leaving him baffled when time suddenly returns to its proper speed and he goes to take another drink, only to realize that the bottle is empty.
He blinks, pulls back, and grunts in surprise. ]
I have always been a tremendous drinker, never known myself to be such a tremendously quick drinker. I don’t know what’s wrong with myself tonight. I hardly even had an opportunity to enjoy it.
4. Wildcard
[ Come one, come all. Bring me anything. Surprise me or grab me at muttonchops ]
Grantaire | Les Miserables
[ Being back should be wonderful. Nadril had been a far cry from the familiar streets of Wyver that Grantaire has grown to…enjoy?, but although the weather is warm, the mood is grey. Corpses and rubble litter the city, and Grantaire feels lightheaded at even the best of times. He can’t help but notice that it isn’t the same as being drunk. He knows that feeling very well, and this is more akin to being ill. It only gets worse, until suddenly he realizes what’s wrong: he can recall absolutely nothing about himself or the world around him.
He grips the shoulder of the nearest refugee, perhaps a little too tightly, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. ]
Ah, hello. I was wondering if you could tell me where we are? I understand that I’ve been here all day, but I can’t seem to recall the name. The heat, perhaps.
2. But it ain't me, babe [Wyver or Olympia]
[ Grantaire has always touted himself as a man who believes in nothing. Whether or not that’s actually true is between himself and his thoughts, but he’s been vocal enough about it that it must be the truth. There’s also typically a downtrodden sort of air about him—literally. Grantaire reeks of alcohol.
Which is why there’s something odd about him now. By all accounts, he looks the same, though perhaps better-kempt, and he walks taller, as though he has an actual purpose. The scent of alcohol does not cling to his breath or his clothes, and his eyes are bright. One might actually believe he’s glad to be here, glad to be alive, and perhaps even hold some very important beliefs?
Ask him about Revolution. ]3. Let time go lightly
[ It’s taken long enough for Grantaire to find his old stash of wine. The real trouble comes later on that evening when he’s outside, drinking directly from the bottle. He polishes a full bottle off in what seems like an instant, leaving him baffled when time suddenly returns to its proper speed and he goes to take another drink, only to realize that the bottle is empty.
He blinks, pulls back, and grunts in surprise. ]
I have always been a tremendous drinker, never known myself to be such a tremendously quick drinker. I don’t know what’s wrong with myself tonight. I hardly even had an opportunity to enjoy it.
4. Wildcard
[ Come one, come all. Bring me anything. Surprise me or grab me at