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tushanshu_logs2013-06-22 01:11 pm
philosophe) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-06-22 01:11 pm
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Characters: Combeferre and YOU maybe
Date: 6/22
Location: Around Keeliai, in the woods, wherever
Situation: Combeferre is wandering and sketching and thinking.
Warnings/Rating: None at the moment!
[Another of their number had gone. In all truth, Combeferre had never known Grantaire very well; but he had hoped to change that in this place. Perhaps the knowledge that they had both died for something they believed in (if not for the republic) would have made things different. It is not as lost as he felt with the absence of Enjolras, that was another thing entirely. Enjolras was one of his other thirds, they had always been close. No, it is grief, and it is very queer that he should be feeling it for a man who had always been in the vague background at best, and outright dimissed at worst.
So today, Combeferre is out wandering. He always thinks better if left to himself for a while, and there are very few books to lose himself in in Keeliai that he has not already read. He can be found at various points in the city proper, but most often, he is in the gardens at the edges of the water and metal sectors, sketchbook in hand and sprawled out somewhere reasonably comfortable.]
Date: 6/22
Location: Around Keeliai, in the woods, wherever
Situation: Combeferre is wandering and sketching and thinking.
Warnings/Rating: None at the moment!
[Another of their number had gone. In all truth, Combeferre had never known Grantaire very well; but he had hoped to change that in this place. Perhaps the knowledge that they had both died for something they believed in (if not for the republic) would have made things different. It is not as lost as he felt with the absence of Enjolras, that was another thing entirely. Enjolras was one of his other thirds, they had always been close. No, it is grief, and it is very queer that he should be feeling it for a man who had always been in the vague background at best, and outright dimissed at worst.
So today, Combeferre is out wandering. He always thinks better if left to himself for a while, and there are very few books to lose himself in in Keeliai that he has not already read. He can be found at various points in the city proper, but most often, he is in the gardens at the edges of the water and metal sectors, sketchbook in hand and sprawled out somewhere reasonably comfortable.]