#timidxbutxintrepid

[fleursetrevolution]

"I'm sorry, but... who are you,  again?" Jehan was confused,  to say the least. He felt as if he  should know, should recognise  the man standing before him,  and yet his mind was utterly  blank. It was a familiarity that he  had never felt before. It was  disconcerting, to say the absolute  least. Downright scary to say the  most.

[jondrxtte]

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"Well. You're certainly a sight for sore eyes."

[xnjolrasarchive]

( * timidxbutxintrepid ; )

      ❝ Uh, I                  shit, this is the wrong building, isn't it? ❞ Enjolras asked the guy that opened the apartment door he'd just knocked on.

     Seven hours. Seven goddamn hours between here and Brittany, and he'd managed to stay awake through all five of them. How could he sleep? The anxiety over having run away from his home -- from his parents -- had such a tight grip on his heart that he was surprised his pulse didn't just cease altogether. As it was, he'd hitchhiked his way to Paris, from one town to the next, one generous driver to another. Normally the route only took five hours, but with the constant stopping and changing of cars, the extra two got tacked on. 

     It was nearly one in the morning when Enjolras had stumbled bleary-eyed through the abandoned streets, his duffel bag slung over his back and his hands in his pockets as he hunched his shoulders to brace from the cold. He'd tried to remember the address of the guy he'd found on Craigslist to stay with for a night or two, and after about twenty extra minutes of meandering through the streets, he thought he'd found the right building, but apparently not, because the guy who opened the door did not look at all like he'd expected to be woken up at ass o'clock in the morning by a total stranger. 

     ❝ I'm so sorry, I didn't          I think I have the wrong address, ❞ Enjolras apologized again as he started to back away from the door. 

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timidxbutxintrepid

"Well some of us we're born with a plastic spoon in their mouths instead of a silver one" he huffs. He's barely taken a glimpse at the boy and he's already judging him.

[victorianlizardx]

Apes;

How is it that her days panned out this way- for when a day of peace was needed all she got was bombardment. Yet on days she was to face the world head on, the only thing she found herself head on with was a cup of tea and reining in a potato. Yet today, she found herself with neither. A bleak feeling, like the world had gone to sleep, putting her own soul in a coma. A frown to her face as she stops her work, placing the tea stained documents to her table, simply listening.

                                      Silence

She flares her nostrils in hopes of finding some answer within her senses. Vastra only finds disappointment. Pushing back the chair she once sat on with a boneless squeal as it made contact to the floor she strides from the room- finding the house hollow, almost like a shell as her footsteps echo throughout the house. Her brows are starting to knit together. She finds herself at her door, opening the thing with unknown strength. For a moment- her heart stills. Finding nothing before her eyes. It's not until a lost figure dances before her eyes does she dare to call out.

                    "Sir-? Madame?"

[ofmuchness]

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      ' if one could buy a star, would you? '

[granxaire]

timidxbutxintrepid

“You mortals are such slow learners," Jehan said, giving a wistful sigh heavily laced with disdain. "It has taken you two hundred years and a failed attempt at holding me prisoner to figure that out? Ah well. What is that human saying? Better late than never?”

Grantaire may as well have been in his feline form for all he was hissing and spitting. "Two hundred years I never witnessed! Because you were trying to trap me in your godforsaken realm!" He hadn't even kept the Fey trapped for very long, just wanted an ounce of revenge. Now look where that'd gotten him. "What do you think trapping me is going to change?"

[malfaiteur-bienfaisant]

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    “ — Your poems are so beautiful!” Valjean remarked, inching a little closer from where he was sitting on the barricade. ”May I hear some more, please?”

[thegutterwelcomesyou-blog]

Count Down Slowly from Ten

Dem was always a bit queasy when the patients came in screaming, but given their injuries, it wasn't surprising. With luck, they passed out on the journey up the hill, but this one was a fighter; that was also a good sign. He didn't have to tell the other to breathe deeply when he pressed the chloroform-laced handkerchief to his face, and he was out in seconds in his friends' arms.

Now he was on the table, strapped, bloody bandages wrapped around what was left of his right arm. There was a lot of work to be done, that is, if he survived the night, but Dem had already taken measurements from the severed limb, as well as the one that remained, and jotted it down in his notebook. He'd begin crafting a new one tomorrow if his new nameless patient woke up.

[optxmiste]

timidxbutxintrepid replied to your post:i always want to rp until i actually get on here...

((i relate to this completely omg))

isnt it the most frustrating thing tho? tbh i still want to rp when i get on tumblr but i just can't? i don't know why :c

[analysism]

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[misslittlefallofrain]

timidxbutxintrepid has decided to join the revolution

"Do you always sneak up on random strangers, Monsieur?"

[xnjolrasarchive]

♚ you're incredibly talented and super sweet ooc~

aksldfjhasf as are you omg thank you so much!!!

[inxamentiam]

timidxbutxintrepid started following you

"Fuckssake Jehan! Another poem?!" This was the third he'd written today. If Eponine had to hear another rose-colored sunshine sonnet, she was going to eat the damn parchment herself.

[urchinisms-archive-blog]

timidxbutxintrepid

          '--- m'feelin' pretty good. i jus' brought one of                 th'prostitutes down town some food. she                 looked well 'ungry.  '

[granxaire]

Bad Moon Rising - Grantaire & Jehan

"YOU'RE mad?!"           "You wanted to leave!"                      "You kept me there for over a century!"

When Jehan lured Grantaire home to Faerie with him, it was with the intent of keeping the Familiar there permanently. He had not counted on the Familiar being able to see through the veil of magick long enough to demand he be returned. Nor did Grantaire count on leaving Paris in 1832 only to come home to the Paris of 2014. Jehan had never bothered to mention that for every hour spent in Faerie years went by in the mortal realm. Now tension is high between the two supernaturals as one deals with the loss of his new pet friend and the other copes with being dropped into a future he is entirely unprepared for.