Warmth.
((HAHAHA THIS TOOK FOREVER BECAUSE I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON))
It is the first snow day they have had in months, which means that instead of classes, Joly should be dragging Montparnasse out into the snow to make snow angels and violent snowmen à la Calvin and Hobbes. They should be having mock-fights with icicles. And then maybe singing along to “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” which should be a delightful prelude to Other Things.
Instead Joly is wrapped up in a ball of blankets, shivering violently and sneezing while ‘Parnasse fumbles with the kettle.
"Look, I dod’t eved care adybore. Just get over here, goddabbit."
Montparnasse shoots him a look. Joly glares back with red-rimmed eyes. “I’b cold. You’re warb. Ad you’re better thad a mug of hot cocoa adyway.”
"You’ll just give me your cold."
"Do I look like I care?"
A staring contest for about four seconds, broken by a rather loud sneeze from Joly. He sniffs pathetically and gives Montparnasse puppy eyes. “Please?”
Montparnasse huffs and goes over to Joly, wrapping his larger frame around the other. Joly snuggles up into him. “Thadk you. I would kiss you except I should dot.”
"If you give me your cold, I will kiss you with phlegm," ‘Parnasse says conversationally.
Joly shudders and buries his head in ‘Parnasse’s neck. “Please dod’t.”
After a while the shivers go away, and they fall asleep wrapped around each other.
local longsword lug reporting for duty
((ahha. Thank you. Honestly, it was a word vomit.
It was a true word vomit, but a word vomit nonetheless. I'm glad it came out less jumbled than it was in my head.
I just want people to realize how awesome they are. I see so many broken people on here and I want to help all of them, I want to patch up their injuries and kiss them better and help them see that they deserve help, that they are worth help and worth better than what they have and what they think they are.
And that's precisely why I'm going into the field that I'm studying, because I want to help people.
I only wish I could help everyone.))
Marius: *falls in love with Cosette*
Valjean: sir that’s my emotional support daughter
Marius:
Repeat after me,
Disagreeing with a ship is fine. Not liking a ship is fine. Discussing why you don’t like a ship is okay. Bashing a ship is wrong. Bashing a ship is hurtful. Bashing the population of that ship is rude.
in light of the “eponine teases marius with her sexuality which fits the psychology of the book, also cosette needs to not be so saccharine” interview i’d like to propose a motion to make it illegal for old men to talk about female characters in classic literature, meet me to sign the petition at 1am in andrew davies’ back yard
jehan keeps leaving him books of obscure poetry to read
Joly/Grantaire/Courfeyrac
They all decided Grantaire should go do the two year art studies around the world. They wrote each other, called each other, but it was never the same as when they were together. Once he had returned home things were different, Courf and Joly had grown closer obviously and it felt like he didn’t have a place anymore with them, Was this really the end?
Scarf?
Scarf: Your character or mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other
|| The record shows that shiptastic fluff was asked for. Let the record show also that shiptastic fluff was delivered.
50’s housewife Alliance AU, which may be explained here and here.
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Usually they just shrugged and tallied up how many times each had been the one to wear the dress. Two men living together had a tendency to get awkward questions in these times, and it was easier to pose as husband and wife than to constantly give the tired half-lie of childhood friends; and while they were tethered to hröar rather than fanar, both were sufficiently androgynous that they could pass as male or female. It was only fair to take turns.
But for spending one day in a new city, with no plans to return anytime soon, Sauron had absolutely no qualms about nicking Langon’s new dress.
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