#t0daysgoneby

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

“End of the day, human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.” @T0daysgoneby (Vampire Grantaire)

@t0daysgoneby

Cesare had only just recently been turned into a vampire. Despite it having been all he ever wanted, there was still a good amount of getting used to to do. But, just like at their start as a goth, what they needed to get accustomed and not feel so alone was to find community. He'd found that community after a good amount of searching and now he'd found somewhere full of people like him. They nodded, trying to truly process what the other was saying. He felt his body shake a bit before slowly looking him in the eyes. "When does it get easier? Taking a human life," he asked, voice somewhat shaky as his mind flashed back to the memory of his first human he killed so that he could live, the way the skin on that dead body looked like it was vacuum sealed around his body with not a drop of blood left in them.

[persephsmultimuse]

Starter for @t0daysgoneby

Her mother said it would be good for her. To finally be settling down and starting a family. That she should be grateful the man was closer to her age than what her mother had been looking at in terms of suitors. He seemed nice, don't get her wrong. She just wanted to get married with love in mind. Not out of convenience.

However, after the announcement, she decided to tuck herself away in a small nook in the family library with one of her favorite books. She leaned her head against the wall as she let out a soft sigh.

[ifeeloriginalrps]

@t0daysgoneby Grantaire nodded. "I asked, didn't I?" Sometimes, even he could care. "Contrary to popular belief, I do care. I care too much, sometimes, but I really do care." He couldn't focus anyway, so might as well have a talk. "In reality, I'm bored out of my mind, and I want to talk. Might as well. How's things?" He asked, curious, and glad for a distraction.

Sammi-Jo laughed. "Things are the same as always. Nothing really changes, right? Might as well fuck things up." If she was telling the truth, it wasn't like that, but she didn't know how to explain that.

[quel-horizon]

Enjolras had spent the better part of the evening settled on a chair in the back room of the cafe Musain. In front of him sat an unopened letter that he had half a mind to return to sender. But for some reason he did not. Instead, he fixated on a map he was marking up with a neat script. Beside this map was a candle that was already halfway burnt through and a relatively untouched cup of coffee.

He could hear footsteps in the distance but he paid them little mind, after all this was a cafe and patronage was good for business.

[unnuevo-amanecer]

"It's alright," Enjolras shrugged. "I honestly don't mind. I've never been good at cooking, so I'm used to eating food that's... not great. I just feel bad that I even thought about subjecting you to it, never mind actually served it to you."

Sighing softly, he put his fork down and took a sip of water instead. Then, running a hand through his hair, he shook his head.

"No, Grantaire. I certainly don't think you're a failure. Things are hard right now, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. You're under a lot of stress, with your flat and your job, and I'm honestly impressed that you've managed to get so far before it caught up with you."

He reached across the table to touch Grantaire's hand, but quickly drew back when he realised he'd probably overstepped.

"The posters aren't important. I'd rather have you healthy. I mean it when I say that I care about you, and I want to help you, R. Please, let me help you through this."

The request was unexpected, but not unwelcome, and Enjolras found a slight smile pulling at his lips.

"I'll stay. Of course I'll stay."

You've been crying, I can tell (from Enjolras)

@lasangredelvalor

Grantaire sighed, quickly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "It's nothing, Apollo." And yet, there was that little tremble to his voice that gave away that, yes, something was wrong, but he pushed it down, slouched, sat down on the very edge of the couch, eyes fixed down on a spot on the floor.

He let his eyes close, retreated back into the safety of his own head, which was also a place he could get lost in.

It'd be so easy to just... stay that way. Part of him wanted to, the other part of him wanted comfort. He opened his eyes, before changing his pose, knees pulled up against his chest, closed his eyes tightly.

"Leave me alone.." But don't. He thought in the same moment.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

kid, sender loses a child that they're caring for, only to end up finding them in receiver's company. R for Enj @t0daysgoneby

The child was precocious. He wasn't sure how, exactly, he ended up babysitting, but Enjolras, as confused as he was to admit it, was honestly having fun. The child liked to draw and color, and his name was Vincent... and that's all he knew, but he couldn't leave the kid alone, could he? He wasn't a monster. So here ge was, scribbling on a piece of paper as the kid tried to teach him to draw. It was going TERRIBLY but at least the child was amused.

@t0daysgoneby

[solstice-muse-collective]

Enjolras was mortified. His parents cut him off from his trust fund and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell courf or combeferre, it was far too embarrassing. There was only one option as far as he saw it.

He made his way to the most popular student bar, relieved to see Grantaire there. “Mind if I join you?” He asked, ordering a drink for himself “I’ve been told you’re looking for a roommate… is that right?”

@t0daysgoneby

[historiavn]

          @t0daysgoneby    said;       “Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.”

╰►    SOURCE:      a post buried in the depths of my askbox prompt tag that I’m too lazy to find

JUSTINE EYED GRANTAIRE SKEPTICALLY, not quite believing his response even whilst her lips curled upward into a small, fond smile. Despite her father’s problematic identity, the revolutionaries had hesitantly welcomed her into their fold once she revealed her status as the author of several anonymous revolutionary writings that had recently appeared in the local press — and now, she found herself genuinely enjoying their friendly company.

     Inspector Javert would be FURIOUS if he discovered the truth of how his daughter spent her evenings (if he learnt that Justine was not actually spending these nights at a friend’s home as she’d originally led him to believe) but perhaps, that was part of the fun of it all. She got to experience her tantalizing first taste of teenage rebellion while advocating for a cause in which she FERVENTLY BELIEVED.

“Somehow I doubt that, but whether you were awake or not — here, I brought you breakfast.” She gestured to the basket hanging from her arm, filled with warm rolls of bread which she’d hastily prepared the moment that her father left home for the day. “Freshly baked bread, prepared right under Inspector Javert’s nose.”

[notyourapollo]

“ i still need you. ” -t0daysgoneby

“Well I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, alright?” He smiled “what’s going on?”

@t0daysgoneby

[courf-the-lawstud-ent]

*knock knock* - T0daysgoneby (Enjolras or Grantaire is up to you, I do both)

@t0daysgoneby

Courf heard the knocking and looked up from a case he was working on. It wasn’t unusual for any of the Amis to drop by but things had been a little off lately since Enjolras had seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth. It happened from time to time that Enj would hole up somewhere, but it was unusual that he disappeared and didn’t at least say something to some body. 

When he opened it to find his best friend finally appear he let out a sigh of relief and pulled him in. “Finally! What the fuck Enj? We were worried about you. Why didn’t answer any of my texts?! I only sent about 1,000 of them!” He said, giving him a hug as he scolded him

[n0va-c41ne]

“at least let me clean the wound!” -T0daysgoneby (Grantaire)

“There’s no time!” Vivienne snapped at the art student, as much as she could have used the medical attention. The guard was at the gates, reloading their muskets with blinding efficiency. The last shot had buried itself deep in Vivienne’s side, though she’d considered it lucky at the time. She wasn’t immediately dead, after all. 

She did have enough sense to try and get to cover, one hand going over the wound as the other held onto her spent pistol. “Grantaire, you need to get to cover, they’re going to fire again any minute...” she groaned, practically begging the man to leave her. Even if she lived to see the end of the battle, the chances of this wound healing were slim to none. But, she had come to expect this. While not particularly at peace with it, at the very least her death could mean something. 

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Cesare nodded, crossing out things that were now proven false from their notes and then putting a check mark next to another entry about being invited into homes. He was excited to learn more from Grantaire. When finding community, it was always a good idea in Cesare’s eyes to seek out elders in the community and Grantaire was a queer elder if ever they’d met one.

“Thank you,” he said, noticeably excited that he was complimented, even if it was something as passé as being called “not bad company.” The looked back at their list, excited to learn more, “I’ll do my best not to die. It’s funny, I used to joke about how like “I haven’t died yet, as far as I know I’m unkillable.” I had to stop myself from saying that just now since I did technically die for a bit. Is it alright if I ask you more questions? There’s so much I want to ask you.”

“End of the day, human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.” @T0daysgoneby (Vampire Grantaire)

@t0daysgoneby

Cesare had only just recently been turned into a vampire. Despite it having been all he ever wanted, there was still a good amount of getting used to to do. But, just like at their start as a goth, what they needed to get accustomed and not feel so alone was to find community. He'd found that community after a good amount of searching and now he'd found somewhere full of people like him. They nodded, trying to truly process what the other was saying. He felt his body shake a bit before slowly looking him in the eyes. "When does it get easier? Taking a human life," he asked, voice somewhat shaky as his mind flashed back to the memory of his first human he killed so that he could live, the way the skin on that dead body looked like it was vacuum sealed around his body with not a drop of blood left in them.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

³⁾ coaxing them, half-asleep, through the house to the bedroom with a tender touch and even softer tone

R for Enj @t0daysgoneby

Enjolras held onto Grantaire's hand, trailing sleepily behind as he was tugged along. He had things to do. He always had things to do, but the invitation of R's waiting arms was almost too good to pass up. He reached up to scrub at one of his eyes, before giving the hand that pulled him along a squeeze and pulling back. "I have w-work to do..." he muttered before giving a big yawn. It was a very half-hearted effort.

@t0daysgoneby

[solstice-muse-collective]

@t0daysgoneby

Once the meeting had wrapped up instead of continuing working until Combeferre dragged him out of the building he carefully packed away all of the papers and made his way out to where most of the group were sat around drinking.

He made his way over to Grantaire, sitting down across from him “if you’re not too busy I was hoping to ask you something”

[notyourapollo]

❛  please  don’t  leave  me  alone .  ❜ -T0daysgoneby (Grantaire)

@t0daysgoneby

“I’m not going anywhere. What do you need?”

[courfeyrac-apaladin]

“Oh no, in your dreams my friend, in your dreams.” Courfeyrac laughed, leaning against the sink in the bathroom of the Musain. “I’ve heard about girls going to the bathroom and having really in depth conversations, and I wanted to see what the big deal was.”

He took a moment to pause, stretching his back out slightly before adding, “Plus it’s getting loud. I love a rousing Enjolras speech as much as the next guy, but it’s a little overwhelming.”

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

(if this is okay? from @courfeyrac-apaladin)

@courfeyrac-apaladin

"Right, so, what did you want to talk about?" Grantaire asked, slightly confused as to why this was the place, but, whatever. It was, relatively, private, he guessed.

It was also not as awkward as he would've thought, he was all ears, and happy to listen to whatever it was. It wasn't like he was one to judge, after all.

"You're not about to confess your undying love, are you? 'Cause, that'd be a weird place to do it in, dude. No offence."