Aug 6, 2021
Music from the 60’s makes me feel a deep emotion and idk what it is but it’s like something
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Music from the 60’s makes me feel a deep emotion and idk what it is but it’s like something
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21: 60's verse.
21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?
“Uh— Yeah. Yes, I have.”
✉ laughs
April,
The sunlight makes your hair look like molten gold. I have a meeting.Tonight?
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It's raining out, so Enjolras has holed himself up in his own tent for the evening. It's quite likely he should be mothering one of the others, watching intently to make sure they are, indeed, doing the chores the were assigned, but he can't bring himself to venture outside. With a sigh, he cards a hand through his mop of unwashed curls and lights another cigarette.
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"Guess what I found out today?" she had a fire in her eyes and a hot rod up her ass about something. Eponine Thenardier, les ami's resident bra-burner, had her uniform skirt rolled up too high, one sock falling off, and a cigarette dangling out of her mouth. Her hair was back in a french braid and she had a cut under her eye. "My dad's a draft puller."
“Your dad?” Arctic hues flicker up to rest on Éponine dishevelled form with a brow cocked; Enjolras closes his newspaper at the interruption and flicks ash drooping from his own cigarette onto the floor. He’s been reading about the war, needless to say—little else captures his attention nowadays. “How did you find that out?”
His friends had told him to chill out.
It wasn't as if the concept was unfamiliar to Enjolras--he simply didn't have time for it. The upcoming anti-war rally was occupying a large portion of his mind and basic human functions were rendered defunct. For as long as it took him to plan the protest, he was inhuman, running on air and the occasional hit Grantaire urged him to have, but it still wasn't enough for the rest of the gang, or so it seemed, which was how he ended up in the park down the street from his apartment, feeding ducks by the pond without even trying to pretend he was enjoying it. His mind continued to whir, he simply didn't have paper to put his thoughts down on. He was in a zone, but it certainly wasn't his.