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Characters: Combeferre and you!
Date: May 26
Location: The new amis-hangout in the earth sector.
Situation: Combeferre is attempting to make their new cafe seem a little bit like their old one! By which we mean he is probably sketching, reading, drinking, and generally talking to people. Do come join him!
Warnings/Rating: None as of yet!

[When he has not been spending time at the clinic, Combeferre can either be found in his and Enjolras' rooms or in the cafe they've newly adopted; since the other was rather destroyed. When he is not sketching, he can be found discussing various things with the patrons -- philosophy, sometimes, or perhaps it's even where to find various compounds and sorts of things. All perfectly innocent, of course. He is certainly just going to use them for scientific experiments. In any case, should you be in a talkative mood, or should you simply wish for some companionship, Combeferre is free to be bothered.]

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And that is before all the damages have been assessed.

[And then, somewhere along the line, talking has become much less important, in favor of relaxing against Combeferre, letting a hand absently rest on his shoulder.]

As do I, yes. A significant advantage, definitely.

And without Bossuet being present, fancy that!

[He is quite content to remain like this for now, smiling a bit and nuzzling whenever he gets a chance.]

I do hope Temeraire is not nearby, at least.

Oh now you've gone and made it even worse!

[Light and teasing as his tone is, it does occur to Enjolras that checking on Bossuet, how he is faring after everything that happened in the attacks is a good idea, but he hardly wants to crowd Bossuet if he is healing and exhausted, yet. ]

I do hope that he is feeling better now. Instead of bombarding him all at once though when he is not ready, I should try to find out instead. Taraja could ask Hector, perhaps?

[Then Enjolras is raising an eyebrow, snorting, even though he's not exactly switching positions here either, at the suggestion.]

That could prove to be awkward, yes.

Edited 2014-06-07 09:18 (UTC)

I am sure Joly has been keeping him in good health. Or we might ask them yes.

[Good. Neither is Combeferre, because this is comfortable.]

He should, I think, be used to such things by now.

Of course he must be, but, I worry all the same, I suppose. But it is not an immediate concern, no.

Well, likely. I did not say WHOM it might prove awkward for, you know.

[Oh please, Enjolras. While he wouldn't exactly love the idea of people witnessing this, it's not exactly the awkward moment that it might have created once.]

You are rather comfortable, incidentally. Have I mentioned that lately?

That is true. I do not think any of our friends might be shocked by this; at least the ones that remain.

[And that gets a laugh.] You have not, no.

You've been here longest of us now, haven't you?

[At least so far as Enjolras can remember of being here. What's odd though, is thinking about the fact that he seems to be the other now, with Courfeyrac having left them. ]

And then myself. It's somehow as if we've been given some position of responsibility.

[There's a wry twist to Enjolras's grin with that part of the realization.]

Well, thank goodness YOU know what you are doing with that.

And well then. I will simply have to demonstrate a bit.

[He does feel as if napping on Combeferre right here could be very pleasant just now.]

.....I -- yes. It has been a few months over a year, now. [That is a sobering thing to consider, especially when so many friends from home have been and gone in that time.]

[And there's an answering smile there, equally wry.] Yes, or a second chance, perhaps.

Mm. In public? I cannot say I would mind terribly.

[It really is at that. Though, honestly, Enjolras is glad that some of them have gone since then. Marius, for one. Knowing that Marius had found out that he lived, and was able to go home to his Cosette felt right somehow. Grantaire for another, given the pain and illness Jehan had described him suffering here. That one is sadder, of course, given the outcome, but he does believe peace found their resident cynic in the end. Courfeyrac still hurts a great deal, and Eponine, and perhaps that will continue forever, but, with some of them, there is at least something to balance out the bitterness of losing them.]

And near a year for me, perhaps a few weeks over. I...it certainly has been a long one.

I've been thinking about those a bit lately. That where it mattered, at home, we had our victory after all, the more important one. It's let me try new ways to find one for this world, where we have so much in terms of options. If I might fight avoiding violence, moreso than we were allowed in Paris, I will gladly take it.

Ah good, I'd rather hoped not.

[Have a light kiss pressed to your cheek there, Combeferre.] I do very much hate to move. You make me, more than anything else, content.

I am pleased to hear you have finally seen the -- good that may be done, without violence. It is not as necessary as one might think.

[He smiles and nuzzles at Enjolras' neck.] It is the same for me.

Clemency is also a revolutionary measure, is it not? I seem to recall someone who knows Camille much better than myself who tried to help me understand that, once.

It simply took a bit longer for me to actually understand.

So it is. I shall have to come up with other things I might help you understand in that case.

See, you are learning things even here, my dear.

I am sure that you, of anyone, will be able to, somehow. At least

[He's brushing another quiet kiss across Combeferre's cheek and down his neck this time.]

...eventually.

[For the moment, he's stretching a hand free, tugging at one of his earrings absently, then, with another quick gesture, pulling first it, and then the other free, and slipping them into a pocket.]

And until then, I am willing to listen.

I should certainly hope so.

[He watches this amusedly, and eventually scoots a bit more until he is leaning against Enjolras as well.]

Mm, I had just grown accustomed to you with those, too.

[Enjolras does have to grin at that.]

There will be times that I still need them, I am fairly certain. But for now, at least I can start putting the crutch aside a little, where it is not necessary.

[He can't imagine, for instance, not flying into any actions or fights without them, but for the moments like now, and the matters of life that do not require that particular brand of courage, but a different sort, they do seem out of place.]

In the moments like this, you more than give me the strength I need.

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I am ...honored to be that for you then, my dear one.

You always have, you know. I've only been too stubborn and too proud before, to truly lean when I have need of you.

[And he must imagine that's been fun for everyone he's had to deal with, but especially Combeferre.]

I am not nearly so proud as that, now.

I know. This place has changed you. For the better, I think, sometimes.

I would agree with that. Both of them, really.

It's...allowed me to experience things, I suppose. I might have pushed...I WOULD have pushed so much of them aside before.

It reminds me of everything you tried to teach me before, that we should strive for a future we might be able to live in. I...hadn't contemplated living through anything.

[There's a casual wave of his hand, on that "anything"]

Deadlines and the like. I put too much importance on them then. I only wish I'd managed to see beyond them in Paris. I fear sometimes that all of you were... Well, that I did not make it clear how much all of you meant to me. I may not have known HOW, but that was something of an excuse, I admit. It's one of my regrets, one of the few.

Oh, love, it was clear to me, at least. And I daresay for Courfeyrac as well. [A pause.] I suppose we have many things to be grateful for, here, then.

Well,the two of you, the three of us, really, were different, you know? It's always been as if you both could read my mind. That is good, at least,that it was clear.

But yes, I think we do. To think, I had imagined death as my only outcome but instead, I suddenly was given the chance to come to life. It's worked, I think.

A special talent, I suppose. [He's going to snuggle close and give Enjolras a gentle kiss, here.]

It has, and I am very grateful for it.

Yes, that must be it, somehow.

[That's rather lovely, really, and the fact that Enjolras is practically curling up against his chest after that kiss is really even more so. Combeferre is comfortable, that's really all that there is to that.]

As am I. I have learned so many things this year. And I am so glad you have been here for that.

I like to think that it is.

[He doesn't mind that at all. Granted, the inhabitants of the cafe might, but that's another story entirely.]

I am very glad of it, too. We all have learned something, I think.

[It did always seem to work that way among those of les amis who normally ended up paired, or tripled?, trio-ed? off together. It is also one of those things that Enjolras found himself struggling with in life, and even, to some degree, here. Still, with Combeferre at least, it is getting easier and that is something.

And yes, the others coming in MIGHT be something of a problem, he supposes, as lax as some behavior standards are. In fact, he's never done a thing like this in his life before. Well, not where anyone might see at least. He's reluctant to pull away from Combeferre, mostly because he is a little tired and wants nothing more than to just continue curling up, and potentially napping for a while, but the sound of someone (one of the kedan, he thinks, by the sound of her stride; those are a little different from humans) approaching pulls him away and into the seat next to Combeferre, instead of on him.

If he's flushing a little as their server obviously tries to hide a giggle, well, the whole experience does make him feel a little bit like a twelve year old with their first crush, so he supposes that it's warranted enough. He does look a little lost as she sets his order down, winks once, and scurries away. Right then, well... It's almost hard to get back into the flow of conversation after that.

I...yes, rather. [Whatever it was they were talking about. He knows he was about to agree at least.]

...So, am I allowed to crawl under the table and hope that a hole opens up to swallow me?