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Enjolras ([personal profile] orestes_fasting) wrote2016-12-25 08:13 pm

Open RP post


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im ruining the timeline here but hope u can deal because it’s SOMETHING amirite okay look a tag

[personal profile] winecasks 2016-12-28 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Grantaire is a drunkard in the purest sense of the word. “Drunk” and “intoxicated” have become more than just habitual. They’ve become his default state of being, but this doesn’t make him an unwise man. He can see, even through the heaviest of wine-induced fogs, how Enjolras despises him. In fact, he sees it more clearly in those times than he ever could while sober. It really is ironic. He drinks to forget life and living, but ends up being confronted with it regardless of how addled his mind may be.

Even now, he can tell that Enjolras has grown even more displeased with him as of late, and he’s certain that it has something to do with his visit to the Cafe Richefeu. He hasn’t forgotten. For a moment, however brief that moment may have been, he had managed to strike some sort of optimism into his cynical heart. He was able to make himself believe that he could be wholly and seriously devoted to the cause, just like everyone else. It was only a passing fancy, however, and it had passed as quickly as it had come. After another drink of wine, a friendly game of dominoes seemed far more important than pretending to place any belief in the Revolution.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel somewhat guilty.

As his friends begin to empty out of the Musain at the end of a particularly energetic evening, Grantaire clambers to his feet, knocking an empty bottle off of his table in the process.
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Enjolras.

[ He makes to reach for the other man’s arm, but rethinks this actual surprisingly quickly. A+, good move. ]

Whoever may have told you about the Richefeu—perhaps it was Lesgle. Who else would be unfortunate enough to stumble upon me? None the less, I’ve disappointed you. Let me try once more. I can do as I said. The group at the Richefeu will be half-hearted no longer if you’ll give me one last chance.
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ur welcome

[personal profile] winecasks 2017-02-18 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Grantaire’s entire life is made up of half-shaped thoughts and passing fancies, none of which have ever taken full form. On occasion, his scattered mind will be illuminated by a brief ray of inspiration, or he’ll stumble upon an idea that he might wish to build upon, but all these notions slip away by morning, leaving nothing but his vices. His brief pang of patriotism was one of these things, fed only by his admiration of Enjolras. As soon as Enjolras was out of his sight, so was the light.

He listens to the other man’s words, but seems unfazed. If anything, his gaze grows even more tender despite the harsh tone.
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Come with me.

[ It’s a sudden request, but shouldn’t come as entirely unexpected. Grantaire can’t say what he might fall victim to if given the opportunity to return to the Richefeu, but he has the vague hope that he might regain a single speck of Enjolras’ respect if he’s there with him. ]

I’m unlikely to make the same mistake twice.

[ Yeah okay that bit is a laugh. ]

And I've already lost my last sous to Joly. My pockets are empty. I've no coin with which to pay for wine and nothing to bargain on a game of dominoes.
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[personal profile] winecasks 2017-09-20 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Grantaire merely smiles gently at Enjolras’ stern tone. In his darkest and most drunken hours, those cruel words have cut him deeply, leaving him questioning why their fearless leader in red hates him so. But at most times, each and every word Enjolras speaks to him is as good as gold, no matter the tone.

“I’ve nothing to distract me now,” he claims brightly, raises his arms briefly before allowing them to drop back to his sides. “My ambition may be vague, Enjolras, but my mind is as clear as the cloudless sky. I can prove it to you, if you are there to witness me."

He steps forward, eyes shining in the dull gleam of the candles. "Come with me,” he begs once more. “Return with me to the Richefeu. You will see.”
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[personal profile] winecasks 2017-10-18 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
His eyebrows dip as he contemplates Enjolras’ meaning. It’s true that Grantaire is hardly ever sober, and his claim of a clear mind is clearly an overstatement. He isn’t at his worst, but there’s certainly enough wine in his system to make him slow on the uptake. It takes a moment, but after a brief moment, understanding dawns on his face, and he lifts his gaze once more.

"Ah," he says, and briefly it seems as though, for the first time in his life, he may actually be at a loss for words. He had genuinely not expected Enjolras to follow him. Truth be told, he hadn’t expected that evening to transpire in the manner it had at all, but it’s long since passed and it can’t be undone now.

Perhaps it was the wine, or the friendly conversation, but something switched in Grantaire that night. He's never truly believed in his friends’ ideals, but for one sudden, brief and glowing moment, he felt as though he could accomplish as much as any other man in that room. He felt as though he could prove himself and earn Enjolras’ favor. That fire faded as quickly as it had sparked, flickering out just as soon as he stepped through the door.

"I owe Lesgle my sincerest apologies, then, for assuming that his poor luck must make him the unlucky man to stumble upon me at my lowest,” he continues, finding his tongue once more. "It was you, then, and I fear that is far worse than Lesgle."

He would beg for forgiveness on hands and knees if he thought he had any chance at earning it, but Grantaire has been here long enough to know better. He was granted one opportunity, one expectation, and he failed spectacularly.

"Will you not offer me a second chance, then?,” he asks, knowing that it’s folly to even dare to suggest such a thing. He’ll undoubtedly let Enjolras down once more, and they’ll run this gambit once more. "Or some other chance at forgiveness. Do you not hold the belief that every man should be offered redemption, Enjolras? Allow me to make it up to you. There must be some way."
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....I CANT COUNT IT'S SIX MONTHS LATER

[personal profile] winecasks 2018-04-22 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite how directly Enjolras speaks, Grantaire still feels as though he is the one exception. Redemption, alongside nearly everything else, is always just out of reach, close enough that his fingertips may brush it, but he can never grasp it. He tries, earnestly. Every time he’s begged to be put to use in regards to the revolution, he’s meant it. He wants to be accepted by Enjolras and to help his friends, but he always falls short and gives up before the job is through.

“I bring no perspective,” he points out. “I bring no experiences and I bring no fuel for your fire. I do not believe in your revolution. This monarchy—I do not disdain it as you do. It means little to me. Any other government would mean just as little.”

It’s not particularly wise to speak so openly about such things in the face of the leader of the revolution, but Grantaire’s lack of passion is no secret. There’s little reason not to speak frankly, though there’s no anger in his words. That same soft, longing expression doesn’t shift from his face.

“I don’t wish to douse your flames. I wish to be of use. I don’t need to believe in your revolution to do that, do I?”
Edited 2018-04-22 22:40 (UTC)