you wanna revolution?

[idealisme]

Who: Wyver's Next Top Model Enjolras (idealisme) & now closed! Feel free to PM if you want to thread something else this month!
What: Forced into modelling, Enjolras makes the best of his situation. Who says fashion can't be political?
When: During the fashion show
Where: Wyver
Warning(s): none!


A. BACKSTAGE: closed to other models

[Men and women in varying levels of dress rush back and forth like the world itself is on fire and the cure is hurrying around with at least three coats in your arms.

Enjolras is not hurrying. Rather, he's standing to one side, scowling at the proceedings. He's hard to miss, dressed in a bright orange suit. There's so much effort being put into this, it's ridiculous. Being French he knows about fashion, that the elite in the world distinguish themselves through extravagant finery and expensive clothing. But he's never seen first hand the work that goes into it. Think of what else could be done with this much intense work!

There are others close enough to hear him sigh:] What a waste. [He's probably talking to you.]

B: CATWALK: A grand pronouncement

[In a happy accident, Enjolras' customary scowl is close enough to the thousand-yard model stare, enough that he doesn't look completely out of place as he starts down the catwalk. If he's walking a little too fast, that's just a commentary of how quickly he'd like for this to be over.

Except for the point where, just as he reaches where the catwalk slopes down into the crowd, he stops and declares:] Who is this man who is to be the judge today? The King's man? What should he or the king have to do with this? I withdraw myself from their judgement.

[In the heartbeat of silence that follows you might hear the original designer bursting into tears backstage. This was clearly not part of the plan.]

C: IN THE CROWD

[It's hard to tell that he's uncomfortable in the crowd, with people he doesn't know picking at his costume and murmuring over the colour. His scowl is as dark as ever, a furrow in his brow as he looks at the people around him.

From time to time someone will ask about what he'd said, and then the frown eases to an intense look:] This is a show of fashion, the judges should be those who are experts. Who is the king's man to judge? What garments has he ever made? Surely you must agree he has no authority here.

[It's not outright revolutionary talk (not that he has anything against that, if questioned he'll answer honestly), but Enjolras hopes that even a few people's minds can be changed today. Why unquestioningly accept a king? There are better options.]

Comments

[winecasks]

Has the landlord not received his money every month of the last year? Did he not receive the previous month's rent?

[ He's not quite getting this. How can you not know where the money comes from, Enjolras? ]

[idealisme]

[Enjolras sighs because... really?] My income isn't enough to cover it all and the money Prouvaire left will not last forever. I thought it prudent to earn extra however I could.

[Look you don't have to bother about this he doesn't expect you to.]

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire gives him a strange look. Did Jehan leave money? He had no idea. Maybe he's just as oblivious as Enjolras. ]

There’s my income.

[ Did...you not know it existed? ]

[idealisme]

That's- [Enjolras stops as he listens again to what he's just heard.

Bewilderment isn't an expression he often wears.] What income?

[winecasks]

The income that I’ve been earning since our forced holiday to Nadril. Prior to, if I should narrow the timeframe down further.

[ He has a hard time hiding his smile. He so rarely sees anything other than sternness on Enjolras’ face. ]

Did you not notice the rent being paid in three parts? Yourself, Jehan, and me.

[idealisme]

[ What.



What]

Where-- do you work?

[One of the joys of becoming an adult was knowing enough about the world and managing his own life to the point he wouldn't run into these situations. He hates the feeling of his entire world reorienting itself around something he had assumed to be true. In this case: Grantaire being incapable of sustained work, of useful employment, of contributing.]

[winecasks]

The Dragon Sanctuary in Wyver. It required no previous skill.

[ It was an easy job to get when he felt as though he wouldn’t be capable of finding a job at all. There are times when he would like to walk away from it, but the company is typically enough to keep him around. Other refugees like to jump on the opportunity to work with the dragons, so Grantaire is never alone there.

He knows it’s surprising, though, and he’s not entirely sure if Enjolras is going to need a to sit down or not. ]

Could it be that I’ve stunned you, Enjolras?

[idealisme]

You've never-- mentioned it. [He has to pause halfway through so it doesn't sound like an accusation.

But yes, Enjolras is stunned.]

[winecasks]

[ He has no passion for his work, so he finds little to speak about it. Grantaire has few passions in general. He spoke with Jehan about it once, and he’s paid his share of the rent every month since receiving the job. He thought that had been enough. With a gentle smile, he responds simply: ]

In my defense, Enjolras, you never asked.

[idealisme]

[The firm line Enjolras' mouth sets into is definitely the "you're right but I don't want to admit it" line.

But it doesn't last, he's still getting to grips with this. His face can't settle on an expression.] Then Prouvaire has not left any money.

[winecasks]

[ He’s amused, but he doesn’t blame Enjolras for being surprised. After all, Grantaire is Grantaire. He isn’t capable of much. ]

If he has, he’s hidden it well. Since he returned to sleep, the other half of the money that’s paid for rent has been my own.

[idealisme]

[Grantaire is capable of some things. He has looked after Enjolras when he was sick, he was a good company for Prouvaire, he went to rescue those who had been kidnapped.]

I apologise, for assuming otherwise. Thank you for your contribution. [That's the correct thing to say, surely. One must apologise to one's friends when one is in the wrong, however distasteful it is.]

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire still finds it difficult to say he’s capable of anything. He has so little to show for any of it.

He finds it strange to hear apologies from Enjolras, a man who is ordinarily so steadfast in his beliefs. He may have been proven wrong, but he’s been proven wrong in regards to Grantaire of all people. Regardless of the circumstances, he doesn’t feel worthy of the apology. ]

Perhaps I should have told you before you felt as though you had to do this, all for the sake of two hundred silver.

[ Though when had the time ever seemed right? Enjolras always seems to find ways to keep himself busy or distracted. There never feels like an appropriate time to speak to him. ]

Prouvaire knew. He never told you?

[idealisme]

He did not.

[It's still sad to think of Jehan, so he avoids it.]

You work with dragons. [There's an incongruous mental image.]

[winecasks]

[ He wonders why Jehan said nothing, but only vaguely. Perhaps he asked him not to and simply forgot about it, or perhaps he thought Grantaire coming and going from the home was proof enough of a job. ]

I do. Do you require dragons for your political rebellion purposes?

[ HE CAN HELP. ]