#la noche que se va: grantaire

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

[Offer] - for the vampire starters

Enjolras looked up at the quiet offer, studying Grantaire's face for too long of a moment, before turning away with a shake of his head. "N-no. No thank you." He gulped. He needed it, and he knew that he did. His throat burned with thirst, and his eyes were dark, not even transitioning back to their usual blue, but he wasn't going to use him like this. He couldn't hurt him like this. He meant too much, even if Enjolras knew the other man couldn't, wouldn't understand. "I won't do that to you." He sat there for a moment, pretending to attend to what he was working on on his computer before continuing. "Thank you, th-though."

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[mxsesmemories]

Welcome

I'm going to be using this blog as a hub for my roleplay blogs. I'll be posting starters here, as well as providing information about my muses and my rules for writing. It'll be linked from all of my writing blogs :)

My main is @lasangredelvalor, so any follows will come from there.

Find Enjolras at @unnuevo-amanecer

Find Grantaire at @la-noche-que-se-va

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El perfume de su piel (Primera parte) (Capitulo once)

El Corinthe tenía un patio trasero rodeado de flores. Estaba adornado con los mas lindos colores, que aun en la noche podían apreciarse gracias a algunos faroles encendidos y la inmensa luz de las estrellas.

-Son tan lindas…

Decía Eloise admirando la gran variedad de flores y pequeños arbustos

Grantaire se le acercó y rodeó su cintura dulcemente, ella se estremeció inmediatamente al sentir su contacto.

Hecho su cabeza hacia atrás casi inconscientemente y él lo notó.

La aprisionó mas, y acercó suavemente su boca a su cuello.

Eloise flotaba, sus labios rozaron a penas su piel y ella sitió una corriente de placer por todo su cuerpo, fue increíble, jamás había sentido aquello pero sabía que ya no podría vivir sin sentirlo.

Su cabeza giraba, lo deseaba tanto…¿era que estaba mal que lo hiciera? Se suponía que una chica decente…las palabras de sus tías resonaban en su cabeza…los labios humedeciendo su cuello callaron aquellas molestas voces…Eloise se dejó arrastrar por la sensual marea de su cuerpo…¿hasta dónde llegaría? Sabía que hasta donde él quisiera…al menos ella no era dueña de su voluntad…

Él hizo un alto en su sensual ritual y la giró suavemente hasta ponerla de frente.

La miró con pasión, sin bromas, y la besó, ella respondió desesperadamente, un frenesí se había apoderado de su boca…debía ser el aroma de su piel –se dijo-

El beso fue arrasador, se llevó el pudor, la conciencia, el sentido común…nada importaba excepto aquel instante.

Sus labios se abrazaban y ardían como fuego, parecían querer devorarse, los gemidos acunaron el delicioso momento…

Ambos estaban más allá de la locura…

Eloise se sintió contra una de las paredes, casi no s había dado cuenta de que había llegado hasta allí, podía sentir su cuerpo apretándola, haciéndola suspirar…

_Eloise…

Susurró él…

-R…

Respondió ella…

Y siguieron con su acalorado momento de pasión…

Entonces él comprendió que debía detenerse y se lo hizo saber con un desenfrenado esfuerzo por lograr que su cabeza le respondiera y lo pusiera de nuevo en la tierra…

-Te deseo…

Le decía él entre gemidos

-Yo…te deseo también…

Le decía ella casi sin poder respirar

Su cuerpo no era capaz de atener la orden de su delirante cordura y detenerse, él sabía que debía hacerlo en aquel momento o no podría hacerlo jamás

Así que se obligó y apartando suavemente su boca de la suya mientras frotaba sus labios con los de ella como no queriendo obedecer…como si tuvieran vida propia y no fuera capaz de controlarlos.

Ella buscó su boca acaloradamente y entonces escuchó su voz jadeante:

-Debemos…volver al salón…o…

Y seguía con su sensual frotamiento

-No podré…no podré detenerme…solo quiero seguir…

Entonces ella pareció escuchar aunque lejanamente la voz de la razón y asintió mientras él acariciaba su nariz con la suya y ponía su frente contra la de ella.

Ambos se miraron con la respiración entrecortada y ella temió que él pudiera pensar algo terrible sobre ella ¿Qué le sucedía? Quería explicarle que cuando estaba bajo el embrujo de sus labios, de sus manos, de sus caricias, la cercanía de su cuerpo, ella no era dueña de sí misma…quería que supiera eso.

-Yo…no soy así…

Le dijo ella ahora que casi había recobrado su cordura.

-Lo sé…por eso no quiero que mi locura…

-Nuestra locura…

Lo interrumpió ella mientras acariciaba el costado de su cara suavemente y él sentía que tal vez debía ponerla al tanto sobre sus zonas más sensibles…pero trató de disimular aquello aunque su cuerpo entero empezaba a vibrar otra es, si era que había dejado de hacerlo…

-También es mi culpa…

Grantaire se sintió mareado y se acercó a su boca nuevamente

-Si sigues haciéndome eso que…me haces…

Le dijo con sus ojos casi entornados, Eloise sintió que la llevaba otra es contra su cuerpo, no había comprendido sus palabras pero si volvía a besarla…

La voz de sus amigos hizo lo que ellos no habrían podido.

Ya dentro del salón, sentadas a la mesa Jocelyn y Eloise hablaban mientras ellos habían ido por mas vino.

-Mmmm…a que puedo adivinar en lo que piensas…

Eloise la miró sobresaltándose de su letargo.

-Algo me sucede…no puedo controlarme…cuando se me acerca yo…huelo su perfume y…o no sé si es su perfume o su piel…hasta su boca sabe a…

Se dio cuenta de que su amiga estaba mirándola en silencio a punto de romper en una carcajada que por supuesto evitó.

-No te burles…esto es serio…

Y bajó el tono de su oz

-Si me lo pidiera yo…

Jocelyn tapó su boca al oírla insinuar aquello

-¿Entiendes ahora? Solo quiero…solo pienso en…ser suya…y jamás creí que podía pasarme algo como eso…Oh Dios! Que voy a hacer? Va a creer que soy una de esas chicas…

_No lo hará…

Le dijo su amiga

-¿Cómo lo sabes?

-No es difícil para ellos notar la diferencia…en especial para alguien que…

Eloise la miró torciendo su boca a un lado

-Bueno ya sabes lo que quiero decir…

Le dijo con una ingenua sonrisa

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

(Taken) - Sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck

Enjolras had no real idea what he was looking at when he looked out to sea from the small island's beach. A man, it seemed, sitting on a rock, and something about it stirred some concern in his chest, so as was his nature, he pulled off his boots and threw off his shirt and splashed into the crystal clear water without a thought. "Don't worry! I'll help you!" Surely, this person must be in danger, clinging to the rock for safety, to keep their head above water. He dove into the waves effortlessly, a strong swimmer, tossing water to either side with his strokes and kicks. The water burned his eyes, but that didn't matter. All that amttered was getting this person to safety.

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"Get your hands off me!" Enjolras struggled against hands and ropes alike, managing to briefly free himself. It was short lived, but he tried to make the best of it until he tripped and fell. A quick kick to the stomach winded him and left him struggling for breath, during which time he was dragged to his feet and hauled over to the captain. He refused to look up at the man until a sailor knotted his hands in his hair and jerked his head back, causing him to cry out and struggle again. He now had no cjoice but to look up at the captain, and, in what might have been a fit of insanity, spat at the man, earning himself a backhanded smack to the face that left bleeding cuts on his cheek and a busted lip, not to mention bruises, in its wake. He struggled against the hand holding his head back, stubborn and fighty as always.

"Take him to the brig," the captain said dismissively. "He'll find soon enough that he can't kill one of us and get away with it."

Enjolras struggled as he was dragged across the deck and then down the stairs below, all the way until he was thrown into a small, damp cell with barred walls, the door being locked behind him.

(Taken) - Sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck from enj

Grantaire had been below decks when the shipwreck had been found. All of the excitement hadn't roused him at first; shipwrecks very seldom yielded anything of value and, even if it did, the captain would allow them barely a glimpse of its treasures before claiming them for himself. It wasn't until he started hearing whispers of a prisoner being brought onboard that he found his interest piqued enough to venture out into the blazing sunlight.

He hadn't been expecting to lay eyes on the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. Cold blue eyes and flowing golden curls; surely an incarnation of Apollo himself! A true son of Aphrodite cast among mere mortals. There was fire ablaze in his eyes, a strength belied by his lithe form as he struggled against the hands of his captors and the ropes that bound him.

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New Intro Post, I Guess

Lemme see if I remember all my muses, lol.

Crutchie Morris, Newsies (Broadway)

Jack Kelly, Newsies (Broadway) and Newsies (1992)

Davey Jacobs, Newsies (Broadway) and Newsies (1992)

Oscar Delancey, Newsies (Broadway)

Morris Delancey, Newsies (Broadway)

Ben Miller, Newsies (Broadway) OC

Princess Belle, Beauty and the Beast

Prince Adam, Beauty and the Beast and Beauty by Robin McKinley

Peter Darling/Pan, Peter Pan and Peter Darling by Austin Chant

Orpheus, Hadestown

Connor Murphy, Dear Evan Hansen (Broadway) and Dear Evan Hansen (film)

Enjolras, Les Misérables

Johnathan Harker, Dracula

Romeo Montague, Romeo and Juliet

Will Turner, Pirates of the Caribbean

Erik, Phantom of the Opera

*Redacted* Solus, Star Wars DND OC

Matthias Helvar, Shadow and Bone

Rules

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He hesitated when he saw how startled the man had been by his approach, how ready he was to flee. He wasn't in danger or in need of help.

But then he smiled, and Enjolras couldn't help but smile back as he treaded water to keep his head above the surface. He watched him stretch out on the rock and had to admit that such seemed like a good idea... if only he didn't have sailor's duties to attend to.

"I am Enjolras," he said without hesitation as he watched the beautiful stranger on the rock. He gave a brief, small dip of his head. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He cautiously swam closer to the rock until he could olace his hands on it to keeo his head above water. He didn't want to startle the man further, but he was starting to get tired.

(Taken) - Sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck

Enjolras had no real idea what he was looking at when he looked out to sea from the small island's beach. A man, it seemed, sitting on a rock, and something about it stirred some concern in his chest, so as was his nature, he pulled off his boots and threw off his shirt and splashed into the crystal clear water without a thought. "Don't worry! I'll help you!" Surely, this person must be in danger, clinging to the rock for safety, to keep their head above water. He dove into the waves effortlessly, a strong swimmer, tossing water to either side with his strokes and kicks. The water burned his eyes, but that didn't matter. All that amttered was getting this person to safety.

@la-noche-que-se-va

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Enjolras heard him step closer and flinched, starting to shake almost imperceptibly. Almost.

"How can you say that?" His words came as a hiss, a hand clamped into a fist on the desk so tight that if he were human, it would have been bloodless. "How can you think that you know that?"

He wanted to ignore his lover's pleas, but found himself plied by them. "Why must we argue this in every life?" He raised a hand to rub at his face. "Paris doesn't need a monster, but I need-" you.

Without thinking, he turned around, his eyes immediately latching onto the man's throat, and he hated himself for it. He licked his teeth thirstily as he began to shake in earnest. "No," he said with a shake of his head before turning away. "No, I can last a little longer." But could he?

[Offer] - for the vampire starters

Enjolras looked up at the quiet offer, studying Grantaire's face for too long of a moment, before turning away with a shake of his head. "N-no. No thank you." He gulped. He needed it, and he knew that he did. His throat burned with thirst, and his eyes were dark, not even transitioning back to their usual blue, but he wasn't going to use him like this. He couldn't hurt him like this. He meant too much, even if Enjolras knew the other man couldn't, wouldn't understand. "I won't do that to you." He sat there for a moment, pretending to attend to what he was working on on his computer before continuing. "Thank you, th-though."

@la-noche-que-se-va

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Enjolras sat in the cell, feeling himself over for injuries, especially around his ribs. Luckily, nothing seemed to be broken. He was shaking in pain and fear and panic. Even if there were no broken ribs, he would definitely be bruised.

The voice made him jump, though, wishing he could draw his hands back to protect himself, but they were quite literally tied. His shaking intensified as he sat there, barely able to move.

"Who are you?" He decided the safest bet was the answer the question with a question, to not give away his condition until he had to. "Why would you care?" And a little impertinence never hurt, right?

(Taken) - Sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck from enj

Grantaire had been below decks when the shipwreck had been found. All of the excitement hadn't roused him at first; shipwrecks very seldom yielded anything of value and, even if it did, the captain would allow them barely a glimpse of its treasures before claiming them for himself. It wasn't until he started hearing whispers of a prisoner being brought onboard that he found his interest piqued enough to venture out into the blazing sunlight.

He hadn't been expecting to lay eyes on the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. Cold blue eyes and flowing golden curls; surely an incarnation of Apollo himself! A true son of Aphrodite cast among mere mortals. There was fire ablaze in his eyes, a strength belied by his lithe form as he struggled against the hands of his captors and the ropes that bound him.

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"No, it is you who is not making sense! You don't understand what you are offering, what you are asking me!" He spat his answer back, and for a moment, his eyes blazed before simmering back down to their hungry hue.

When the man knelt at his feet, tried to inch away, but doing that while sitting was hard... and Grantaure was so tempting. He was always so tempting, and not just as food. Enjolras stared at his neck, torn between wanting to drink from it and wanting to kiss it... but hunger won out.

He reached out a cold shakey hand to lay it on Grantaire's shoulder, to hold him at arm's length. "You do not understand what you are offering." He closed his eyes and tried not to breathe, to not breathe in the delicious smell brought on by the man's closeness.

It hurt, being so close to this man and knowing that he was just an unknown monster to him, not a liver that searched for him amongst the generations. He looked at him, similarly sad-eyed. "I could never hurt you." A cryptic response. "I've done enough of that already."

[Offer] - for the vampire starters

Enjolras looked up at the quiet offer, studying Grantaire's face for too long of a moment, before turning away with a shake of his head. "N-no. No thank you." He gulped. He needed it, and he knew that he did. His throat burned with thirst, and his eyes were dark, not even transitioning back to their usual blue, but he wasn't going to use him like this. He couldn't hurt him like this. He meant too much, even if Enjolras knew the other man couldn't, wouldn't understand. "I won't do that to you." He sat there for a moment, pretending to attend to what he was working on on his computer before continuing. "Thank you, th-though."

@la-noche-que-se-va

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Enjolras grimaced. He couldn't give it all away, could he? Grantaire had to remember on his own... The consequence was madness, and he wouldn't influct that... not again... not on this man that he loved ao dearly. "I have already said too much," he said softly, frowning deeply. He gave a sad smile. "You couldn't hurt me more than I already am."

He hesitated, shaking as his hand was pushed away... but he let it, no matter his frown.

"Why do you offer this as if it is nothing? As of your life is nothing?" He was clearly measuring his words carefully.

[Offer] - for the vampire starters

Enjolras looked up at the quiet offer, studying Grantaire's face for too long of a moment, before turning away with a shake of his head. "N-no. No thank you." He gulped. He needed it, and he knew that he did. His throat burned with thirst, and his eyes were dark, not even transitioning back to their usual blue, but he wasn't going to use him like this. He couldn't hurt him like this. He meant too much, even if Enjolras knew the other man couldn't, wouldn't understand. "I won't do that to you." He sat there for a moment, pretending to attend to what he was working on on his computer before continuing. "Thank you, th-though."

@la-noche-que-se-va

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He gave a cautious nod before offering a shaking hand in greeting. Shaking for fear or shaking for pain? Even he didn't know. "I am E-Enjolras."

He winced as he shifted closer to the bars where the stranger knelt. He clutched at the bars. "I am thirsty... and hungry... but thirst is more emergent." He licked his chapped lips and dazedly looked at the man. "Would they not notice if I was suddenly bandaged?" He looked suspicious.

"Why are you helping me? Does this not out you at risk?" It was an honest question. He knew trusting anyone so early into his time in this vessel was dangerous. He wouldn't do it lightly.

(Taken) - Sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck from enj

Grantaire had been below decks when the shipwreck had been found. All of the excitement hadn't roused him at first; shipwrecks very seldom yielded anything of value and, even if it did, the captain would allow them barely a glimpse of its treasures before claiming them for himself. It wasn't until he started hearing whispers of a prisoner being brought onboard that he found his interest piqued enough to venture out into the blazing sunlight.

He hadn't been expecting to lay eyes on the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. Cold blue eyes and flowing golden curls; surely an incarnation of Apollo himself! A true son of Aphrodite cast among mere mortals. There was fire ablaze in his eyes, a strength belied by his lithe form as he struggled against the hands of his captors and the ropes that bound him.