The only certainty is a full glass
He was, in any case, a compound of apparently incompatible elements, at once ironical and friendly, affectionate beneath his seeming indifference. His mind could do without faith, but his heart could not do without friendship: a profound condtradiction, for affection in itself is faith. Such was his nature. There are men who seem born to be two-sided. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Hephestion. They can live only in union with the other who is their reverse side.

I fell asleep at like…6 am this morning so I’m going to apologize ahead of time because replies might not work––



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icarus-burning whispered:

"Ⴢ"

exjolras:

exjolras:

They were in the company of  friends,
Enjolras  had  expected  Grantaire  to
behave. He really had. Or, maybe not
to behave,  but  at  least  not to push
the boundaries of Enjolras’ thoughts
on PDA. But here he was,  his  hand
massaging    Enjolras   through   his
pants, and he was getting hard

          “Grantaire, what are you doing ?

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           Enjolras pointedly  looked  down,  avoiding
           Grantaire’s gaze. He was trying his hardest
           to not respond to  what the other man was
           doing to him, but he knew that if he looked
           up  that  that  would  be  all  over.  After  all, 
           there  was  only  so  much   he  could   take 
           before he moaned.
                       
                               ”––Stop it.

             He can’t help but smirk slightly, enjoying
             the fact that he’s putting a strain on the 
             other’s control. Still, he draws his hand
             back, sliding over his thigh slowly before
             pulling back completely. Clasping his hands 
             on the table, he gave a deceptively innocent
             smile.
                     
                                “––Stop what?”



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31st July at 3:19 pm
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exjolras:

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          “We could go away together?

             ”––Where?”



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derekthemaster:

a twist on the number game

send me a number between 1-1000 and my muse will say how they feel about your muse

without anyone knowing who you are



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31st July at 2:26 am
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icarus-burning whispered:

"Ⴢ"

exjolras:

They were in the company of  friends,
Enjolras  had  expected  Grantaire  to
behave. He really had. Or, maybe not
to behave,  but  at  least  not to push
the boundaries of Enjolras’ thoughts
on PDA. But here he was,  his  hand
massaging    Enjolras   through   his
pants, and he was getting hard

          “Grantaire, what are you doing ?

           To be far, Grantaire had been very well
           behaved for most of the day, but he was
           bored and a little drunk and Enjolras wasn’t
           paying nearly enough attention to him. 
           Had he mentioned he was bored? Because
           he was incredibly bored right now, and the
           idea of teasing Enjolras had seemed like
           literally the best thing he could ever do.
                  Ever.
                       
                               ”––What do you think I’m doing?”



sophielostandfound:

'four years of this shit. four years of trying to create a compelling character out of nothing and all i'm asked is about the character's love life or who has the best abs for thezillionth time. i should have jumped ship with crystal.'



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exjolras:

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          “We should do something.

         ”Got something in mind?”



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31st July at 12:36 am
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exjolras:

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          ” Grantaaaaiiiiire!

             ”––What?”



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31st July at 12:27 am
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exjolras:

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          “Well,
               it’s my birthday!”

             ”Is it really?
                  Wow, I had no idea.”



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31st July at 12:25 am
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Send me the Mun’s reputation. I can’t comment, only post it.