Under the Sea (Open)

[poeticverses]

Characters: Jehan, Grantaire, Byrn, and everyone who wants to join them!
Date: April 23rd, midmorning to late evening
Location: The edge of the turtle!
Situation: Swimming! A picnic! A party!
Warnings/Rating: I'm going to rate this PG-13 for naked/nearly naked people, alcohol, and smoking. Also R's mouth. And apparently terrible mythological comparisons.

[Jehan has never been this happy, he doesn't think. The ocean. The blue, warm ocean. He gets to see it again, gets to swim in it with his friends, gets to enjoy it. He's so happy.

Of course, he's taking a long moment to shed anything but his coat once the group gets to the edge. It's a beautiful shade of blue and he can't not admire it.]


((ooc: go crazy!))

Comments

[cynisme]

All of you Romantics are priests of something. Not of Christ, maybe, but of love, hope, sublime nature and the world that beats like a bleeding heart. It is in your blood and bile, this need to be passionate and devout.

[When Jehan rolls over, Grantaire shoves him lightly with his foot. For emphasis.]

And yes, you would have to be. It's funny how I pick my friends, or how my friends pick me I should say.

[poeticverses]

I hardly consider myself a priest of anything. Worshiper, perhaps, but not a priest.

[He kicks back]

It is a good thing, then, that I am not a sick man at all. Lovesick, at times, but otherwise I am perfectly healthy both in body and in mind.

[cynisme]

And is a priest not an worshiper impassioned to the point of preaching into the abyss? i would say that fits you well enough. As for your health, I would beg to differ. We are all sick men, simply by nature of being Parisian youth.