#missing!r au

finish all of those xoxo gossip courf asks in my box

finish the arrangement fic (just 1k to go i can do it i can do the thing)

start part two of that commission fic

work on the current piece of enjolras art because wow i figured out how skin works it's a blessing hallelujah

because "kaleidoscope eyes" by p!atd opens with "i'm a disappearing act done poorly/but if i ever get it right you'll miss me sorely"

this is actually part of the missing!R au!  i'm seeing this as a portion from R's perspective as he's leaving!

snippet:

He's not a coward.  That much he can say in regards to this, this big formless restlessness that mutters for him to cut ties and cut losses and run.  He's not a coward, he's just not going to let them know, because letting them know will only make them worry.

FRIEND I AM SORRY YOU KNOW I'M A TOTAL WEENIE WHEN IT COMES TO SERIOUS FIC.

awww!  congratulations on space camp, though!

so missing!r.  the whole keychain debacle, it goes down something like this:

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"Why?" Enjolras is asking him, and Grantaire can't parse out the expression on the other man's face.  "Why did you -- why did you leave like that?  What -- why -- how could you think that that was okay, that no one would freak out or miss you or anything --"

"I, um, I got you a keychain!" Grantaire says, trying to placate him.  "It's, um, it's from Vegas, I got it at the Eiffel Tower replica, and it lights up."

Enjolras stares at him, mouth a little open, like Grantaire has grown a second head.  Grantaire doesn't look him in the face because he can't, because there's no way that Enjolras missed him enough to react like this anyway, and he's just going to change the subject now.

"You -- this isn't the kind of thing where you apologize with souvenirs, R!"  Enjolras is angry now, actually angry.  "You disappeared for three fucking months, no word, no explanation, and then you come waltzing back in like a fucking keychain from Vegas is going to fix the fact that I didn't know if you were even still alive all this time."

Grantaire inhales sharply.  "You -- what?"

"You didn't give a word of explanation, no postcard or even a fucking text saying you were at least okay, what was I supposed to do?"  Enjolras clenches his fists and his face is scrunched up.  "You scared the shit out of me, R."  He sounds lost.  "You -- you scared me, so badly.  I...just.  Don't do that again.  Please."

Grantaire stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell is going on here.  He takes a shaky breath.  "I -- sorry.  Um.  I won't do that again.  I won't."

"Thank you.  Th-that's all I want."  Enjolras looks down at his feet, smiling weakly.  "You don't have to give me a keychain, but, um, th-thank you."

Grantaire nods.  "Okay.  Um.  It still lights up?"