Earlier I was imagining Star Wars as a neighbourhood tabletop roleplay game. In it Palpatine is actually this really kind old man who plays this extremely evil character that has everyone going home and wondering about old man Sheev. It all got started when Sheev came over to offer everyone cookies when they were just getting started, and someone thought it would be funny to invite him over to join in on their game.
He is sometimes visited by his son Maul who joins in for a couple sessions, and who plays a character who is also dramatically evil. Then you have Palpatine’s character beat down Maul’s character and everyone’s just sitting at the table in stunned silence. Basically their personalities are a complete flip of their actual selves. I just find that juxtaposition funny.
It had been a hasty kind of morning. Grantaire had slept through the night for the first time since the hospital, but it had made him an hour late and there was a train to catch with Abigail, who spent weekends at home. She had been standing in the doorway of his bedroom with her jackets and shoes already on, tapping her foot and huffing, since he’d started frantically flinging the last of his belongings into what seemed like too many bags. He wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to accumulate so much of his stuff here in just a few months.
But the morning outside was heavenly, even if his hair was a mess and his clothes the first crumpled up t-shirt and jeans he’d got his hands on. It was early spring and the trees lining the pavement on the walk to the station were starting to blossom. The air was fresh, the sun promising to be warm. His parents seemed less worried to be saying goodbye to him than he’d worried they might be; he’d be seeing them again soon and had promised to call regularly.
And then before he knew it, he was back with Enjolras, waving goodbye to Abigail and heading back into the heart of the city again. He wanted to hold his hand but hesitated to reach for it. There were so many people around and the sudden noise was slightly disorientating after the relative peace of his parents’ house.
“I’m going to have to get used to sleeping to the sound of traffic again,” he said happily. His feet knew the way back home.