Enjolras had barely stepped into the room that Courfeyrac said: “You should paint me, someday.”
He was lounging on his couch, looking every bit like the young and idle rich heir he pretended to be, and observing his hands keenly. Enjolras raised an eyebrow, waited for the domestic who had lead him to Courfeyrac’s chambers to leave, and then he replied carefully:
“I’m a printer, not a painter.”
Courfeyrac turned to look at him at last, and grinned warmly; “So you are; but Combeferre revealed your secret yesterday - was all flustered about it too - and now I can’t stop thinking about it: aren’t we already pretending I’m a great patron of the arts anyway?”
“It’s not pretense if you love doing it,” Enjolras pointed out, and Courfeyrac acknowledged it with a humble nod. Still, the twinkle in his eye had not died. “It’s no secret I know how to draw,” he said. “But nobody would ever see what I draw and come to the conclusion I’m good enough to make portraits.”
“I believe you’d be good at anything you set your mind into,” Courfeyrac said greatly, and from anybody else, it could have sounded patronizing, but Courfeyrac had a way of speaking that made everything he said sound sincere and friendly. Enjolras smiled.
“And I’ve got no manners at all,” said his friend, suddenly. “Heavens, Enjolras, sit! I have so many things to tell you - some I’m afraid you may not like.”
“I heard about the Inquisition moving again,” said Enjolras somberly.
“I advised Combeferre to be a little more quiet with his experiments,” Courfeyrac said, shuddering. “Do you think -”
“They can’t know,” Enjolras said, shaking his head. “We trust everybody we work with.” Courfeyrac was still frowning, preoccupied. Enjolras leaned in, and put a hand on his arm. “We’ll be fine, as long as we’re careful. If it makes you feel better, I can arrange for you to meet with our latest ally - he had to deal with them before, and has a lot to teach us: I believe you will like him. He’s highly respectable, and the epitome of success and bravery. He gives the name ‘man’ some genuine pride.”
Courfeyrac raised his eyebrows. “Is this how you talk about every single one of us to others, or is this man truly special?”
Enjolras refused to blush; “You’ll like him,” he repeated. “His name’s Feuilly and, as luck would have it, he also happens to be a much better painter than I.”
Yuuri despises socializing with people he doesn’t know, but his unconventional family and marriage is one of the hottest gossip topics in town especially among the other mums. One day, he decides to just fuck it all…and sorely regrets it afterwards.
the “it’s the adventure zone” recap guy in the beginning of every episode is sounding more and more like a character voice every episode and if it turns out he’s the big antagonist in the end i’m gonna put my fist through my monitor