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Tragic Characters

Birthdays weren’t supposed to feel like this.

Courfeyrac woke up that morning knowing that it was his birthday and knowing that he was going to have a party that evening and knowing that his friends were going to do everything they could make him happy.

… he also knew it wasn’t going to work.

Not completely.

Courfeyrac pushed the sheets off of himself and sat up on his bed.  Aramis sat obediently next to his bed with his head cocked to his side, sensing his master’s poor mood. Courfeyrac smiled at him and then reached out to scratch under his ears. Aramis wagged his tail for a few moments but then stood up suddenly and looked at the door, drawing Courfeyrac’s attention to it as well.

Enjolras pushed the door open, holding a plate in one hand and touching whatever he could lay his hands on with the other.  He grasped the foot of the bed and put the plate down to free up both of his hands.

Happy birthday! He signed with a smile.  He picked up the plate and walked carefully around the bed and held it out. I hope to god you are in here.

Courfeyrac smiled and reached out to Enjolras with both of his hands. With one hand he took the plate and with the other he grabbed his friend’s hand and pulled him gently down to sit on the bed.

I made you breakfast. Enjolras signed. He pointed down to where he thought the plate was, They are special frosted poptarts.  

Courfeyrac looked down at the plate and chuckled so Enjolras knew that he was smiling.  He opened his mouth and felt himself attempt to say, “hold on”.  He got out of his bed and went over to his desk, pulling out the case were his hearing aids were kept.  He quickly put them both in and turned them on.

“Thank you for the gourmet, breakfast!” Courfeyrac said, returning to his bed. “Are you aware that they are red poptarts?”

Enjolras smiled. “They are called ‘Red, White and Berry’ apparently. Grantaire spotted them in the store and bought them for me because they were ‘stupidly patriotic’.”

Courfeyrac laughed and took a bite of one.  “I can taste the freedom.”

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