Enjolras
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A charming young man capable of being terrible. || 25 (he/they) || Liberté, égalité, homosexualité ou la mort || (RP account/ #lesmisrp) (+18)
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~There's nothing like a dream to create the future~

Achille Enjolras
•25
•He/they
•Student and journalist intern
•Stubborn idealistic
•Coffee addict
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ran to the cafeteria to grab another coffee. Who cared if they were already shivering, a bit more caffeine wouldn't make it worse. They waited for their partner in the car, taking small sips from the cup, gaze lost in the horizon.
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rearranging the first aid kit, and definitely not mourning the closeness they had shared on the bathtub the day before. They then put everything back in the car, once again not acknowledging Grantaire sitting on the porch, and since they still had a bit of time before the hour they had told R, +
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their fists so tight it hurt and tried to ignore all those thoughts. Grantaire was an asshole and they couldn't stand to be with him right now. They didn't even acknowledge him when he came back to pack, too busy stress-packing, nor when he went out. They busied themself cleaning everything up, +
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Leaving the table proved itself to be an immediate mistake. As soon as they lost sight of Grantaire, the anxiety kicked back, stronger and more acute this time. What if he got attacked. What if he was in danger. What if he was bleeding and needed them and they were not there...

Enjolras clenched +
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los anteriores. El placer se lo llevó, y se llevó todo, dejándole agotado y desplomado sobre el hombro de ferre, tratando de recuperar el aliento.
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Era demasiado. Los mordiscos, el tirón en su cabello, el nuevo ritmo, la mano entre sus piernas. Hacía tiempo que se sentía a punto de explotar, y la sensación no hacía sino seguir acumulándose hasta que ya no pudo retenerla. Le clavó las uñas en la espalda y se dejó ir con un gemido más grave que »
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Ahora está confuso. Le acaricia el pelo un poco tímidamente, sin saber qué espera de él.

—¿Estás seguro? Estás raro
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No está acostumbrado a tanto contacto tan de golpe y le ha dejado preocupado. Le pone una mano en la frente para ver si tiene fiebre.

—¿Taire? ¿Te encuentras bien?
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El tirón inmediatamente le arrancó un gemido sordo. Quemaba, era como pequeños alfileres al rojo en su nuca, pero resultaba de alguna forma agradable. Y le mantenía el cuello estirado, a disposición de Combeferre y sus besos, cálidos y dulces, que no dejaban de hacerle suspirar.

—Camille... C-creo»
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packing. See you in the car in an hour.”
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a vampire and a necromancer at some point!” they snapped, leaving their mug on the table with too much strength. “Who won't fucking shoot you because they're your friend seemed and not everyone wants you dead!” They stood up, realizing they were attracting some gazes. “I'm not hungry. I'm gonna go +
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In retrospective, Enjolras admitted they might should have gone further to talk to Ferre, but it was hard to care about something like that in the middle of an anxiety attack. They still went red. “Sure! Jehan, who pretty much chills with ghosts from time to time and who I'm pretty sure has dated +
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it's mostly how to kill them. Also, we are running against time here, so Bahorel and Feuilly will handle this. We, like it or not, are going to visit Prouvaire. They might not have a potion, but they might have information. Or know someone who does.”
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Enjolras frowned even deeper. “Hasn't anyone told you that is incredibly rude to spy on other people's conversations? Specially if you are going to draw the wrong conclusions from them. I'm not sugarcoating anything, we were just going over what we knew about werewolves, which - depressingly enough+
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He told me to visit Prouvaire. They might have something for you. Or at least information.” With a grumble, they got back to moving their eggs in circles around their plate, with no real appetite. “Not everyone is so eager to see you dead as you are yourself, you know.”
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Enjolras couldn't hide a disgusted grimace at the vision of ketchup on pancakes, and it turned into a genuine frown at Grantaire's next words. “What? Where do you get that from? No. Well. Probably, but he would never say it. In fact, he's given me an idea on where to start looking for a cure. +
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wanted to follow the tradition. They didn't get a lot to eat, tho; they were too exhausted for that. “Do you prefer that I talk during breakfast, or would prefer that I leave it for after?”
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Enjolras pretended not to see what Grantaire was pouring into his mug. Not his business. He deserved it, and, now that he wasn't on the verge of bleeding out, guess they could allow it, for once. “Hot chocolate for me,” they agreed. They would probably also get a coffee later, but for now they +
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él, necesitaba más, siempre más.

—Joder, Camille... ¿Tírame del pelo? ¿Por favor?
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Enjolras aprovechó que le dejaba mejor acceso para seguir cubriéndole de besos. Ni siquiera le importaba dónde, sólo necesitaba besarlo. Incluso se le escaparon un par de marcas, aunque, por suerte, no lo suficientemente arriba como para que el cravat las cubriera. No podía tener lo suficiente de »
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No, for all that "Marius is perfect" gush
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successful, but they were alive, so far, and they would do anything to take Grantaire's mind away from the wolves. As he came back out, he grabbed his good arm and started dragging him to the cafeteria
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It was kind of another tradition he didn't want to lose, he thought as he came back inside to quickly get rid of the pajamas and get dressed. After a successful hunt, they would celebrate with Chinese takeout, or some crepes and hot chocolate in the morning. And maybe this one hadn't been +
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Enjolras tried his best for his expression not to change. Things were already horrible enough, the last thing R needed was him looking disgusted or making him feel like a monster. He shrugged. “It's not as different from our usual talk. Come. Let's try and sweeten it with some hot chocolate.” +