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[ SERVICE ]  our muses just showered together,  sender dries off receiver with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go

Long ago, Aurelius had promised himself he’d have no sympathy or love for a mortal, one who would die and leave him alone again, just as he’d been before them. He was a fool to see hope and anger creating some awe-inspiring whirlwind when he met the rebel students. He’d stood with them, given them direction from decades upon centuries seeing military action and massacres. Someone with his experience in the world should have seen the shots before they were even fired, known they were coming. Clutching the bloody hole where his own wound should have been fatal, he’d cursed that national guard with misfortune and death, words as acidic as the heightened green in his eyes.

The author had decided to hang around after his dinner for some drinks. It had been a good meeting, and to celebrate the new deal Bill had thought indulging in some admittedly overpriced but still delicious drinks at the bar was a good way to go about it. He didn’t do things like this often, but it had been a while since he had been out like this especially on his own.

What he hadn’t expected was to catch the attention of anyone, however it looked like that was what had happened. Sure, he was famous to a degree, but most people didn’t tend to recognize him outside of a premier, ceremony or book tour. They tended to be more familiar with his work than with him. Still, he made sure to be as friendly as possible because he genuinely did enjoy talking to people about his books or films. Even if this was meant to be part of his time off. 

But when the blonde approached, he realized that maybe he hadn’t been recognized at all. Well. That was new. After taking another sip of his drink he gave the young man another warm smile, hand extending for a friendly shake. “I’m Bill, it’s nice to meet you.” Enjolras was probably once of the most French names he had ever heard and not for the first time was he was glad that he had all those French lessons under his belt so he wouldn’t make an ass of himself when pronouncing it. His fluency in the language wasn’t something he used too often, usually reserved for when he was in France or doing an interview in French. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone named Enjolras before, but it’s nice,” he commented with a grin.

“You... uh, you doing okay?” Penny, slows his walking enough to speak, his mismatched eyes flickering from the other to the ground. Shifting his back more onto his shoulder a bit nervously since he still wasn’t used to talking to strangers.

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