A Familiar Face || Anne & Enjolras
Anne Boleyn had done it. She had secured her place in the heart of the King of England, a feat that not many women achieved, save for perhaps Catherine of Aragon in her youthful days. None of his mistresses ever truly held his heart but Anne….Anne was different. Now she was attracting admirers and enemies like mad, knowing fully well that the King intended to divorce Catherine to marry Anne. He had not talked to her of marriage yet, but she knew it was coming. And to think, just a few years ago she had been flitting through the French court, creating quite a stir with her liberal opinions and sense of fashion. Now she was a rising star and the people around her wanted to end up on the right side of the aisle when the gavel slammed on the table.
She was nearly like royalty already. She had ladies to accompany her, and she was this close to getting the official jewels of the queen. For now, she settled for her expensive gowns and jewels she already had. She did not yet occupy the seat next to Henry in the great hall during banquets. It was seen as unfitting. For now, she danced as any other courtier, with Henry’s eye on her the entire time.
All in a day's work
Courfeyrac was sitting hunched over his desk, scribbling notes like a madman. He barely registered that Enjolras was in the room, sitting across from him, watching him. His case studies were completely engrossing and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Child advocacy laws were more interesting than his boyfriend at the moment, even if they weren’t under normal circumstances.
“Give me some brandy on my breath….” His voice was weak, shaken, coming out in breathy sobs. He forced a unbelieving smile on his face, though tears proved that this smile meant nothing. Grantaire tried to wipe away the tears with the grimy ball of his hand, just smearing more dirt over his cheek. These were the actions of a lost man. A man who had everything he held dear to him taken away. He shook with more tears, making his way down the dark cobbled streets. “A-and… I’ll breath them all to death.”
The cold bit into his skin, chilling him to the bone. He had lost a considerable amount of weight since he lost Enjolras. He stopped eating. After all, why should he? The light that kept him going another day had almost entirely faded. But, it was still there. It was dim, but he pushed on through the darkness. But, he gave up on almost everything. He didn’t eat, hardly slept, drank himself almost to death each night. But, he had hope. Through everything, Grantaire had hope. Hope that, Enjolras wasn’t dead. Of course. He saw the grave… His mournful mother, and how everyone else was dead. But-he never saw the body. So naturally, the skeptic wanted himself to doubt the revolutionary leader was really dead… So he did. That was what kept the light from fading out… Even if everything told him otherwise. R always had been as stubborn as a mule. L-like when Enjolras yelled at him to stop drinking… And he never did. He chuckled to himself at the thought, clearing more tears as they rolled down.
"Hi I'm Anne, I'm bad with money!
Anne never realized how hard it would be adjusting to a totally different lifestyle than she was used to. She used to have people clean her apartment, and she would have lots of room for her things. Now they had to severely downsize and she just felt so cramped. Not to mention they didn’t bring very interesting furniture and she felt it looked so bleak indoors. Along with this trouble adapting, she was suffering from the first few months of pregnancy, bringing on sickness and general miserableness. How did she make herself feel better? Shopping. She still had a credit card, after all, and she always told herself she’d pay it off as soon as possible. That never really happened, though. Soon, the place had better furniture and she sometimes still bought costly accessories for herself. But she never, ever told Enjolras about those. No. She hid them when she could. She knew he would be disappointed otherwise.
Thistleclaw sat quietly with amber eyes closes, settled in the middle of a lush feild of green grass and colourful flowers, dotted with small pine trees. He cracked one eye open when he heard foot steps, smiling at the sight of Enjolras, “Ah…Enjolras…welcome to my home…” He purred, “This is where we’ll start your training. Do you like it?”
I Maybe Bad But I'm Perfectly Good At It Enjolras/Jehan || Closed
Jehan was bored.
Actually, he was so bored that he had taken every single flower from the spot in which he was seated outside in front of his flat and braided them all into his hair. When he was done, his hands were covered in pollen, but his hair was a plethora of colors, creating a rainbow effect when he quite enjoyed, because he figured it would make people smile. He felt restless and-though he would never be able to say it aloud-kind of…aroused.