idealisme: (S'il faut mourir pour elle)
Enjolras; ([personal profile] idealisme) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2018-01-10 09:30 am (UTC)

I MUST SHARE MY FEELINGS WITH SOMEONE

[There's a sound at the door and Enjolras can't even feign interest in his book.

A sigh of relief might help relieve his tension when he sees the familiar mess of hair, but it does not come. Having been unaware of his concern at the man's absence, he's unaware of his relief. Instead he stands frozen, brow creased as his gaze follows the man. Anger, irritation, frustration- these are more familiar emotions. His question is answered- the man had gone to Olympia. Why? To drink.

It's pathetic.

(An urge to cross the room and embrace the man almost takes him, but he's well schooled at ignoring such unproductive desires.)]


Did any of them play dominoes? [It's deliberately said to reference Grantaire's failure back in Paris. His tone is scathing, his expression white with disapproval (and suppressed concern).

He doesn't wait for an answer, closing his book with a sharp snap.]
You have sat in its wineshops, you mean. Spent your last sous on cheap wine, then begged for more when your last drop was gone. [He does not move. If he does he'll walk closer and... strike him? hug him? He can't tell.]

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