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Opinion on;

Character in general: [ cracks knuckles ] Today we gon talk 'bout Grantaire, children. Grantaire is my bae that I just want to hold and love because I have a bad habit of loving people who don't want to love themselves. Anyways, he's just really complex, and I've seen so much wrong in the fandom about him and just I cry daily about Grantaire.How they play them: I really love Dany's Grantaire, really. He's just... real, I guess is how I'd say it? Like, he's a hardass and he's got problems, but there's also a person inside of him. He's just real and three dimmensional.The Mun: Dany's a sweetie pie who sends me nice messages over skype.

Do I:

RP with them: #terroristsalldawayWant to RP with them: yES

What is my;

Overall Opinion:  I've kept our verse through three blogs now, I believe? And I love it so much and ilu so much and just yes. Wonderful.

Doctor’s Verse

"I…" Enjolras glanced about, as if the dark, empty hallway was about to give him an answer. It wasn’t like he could just say I missed you, or anything. “I…I thought you might have called or something…I was worried,” he finally decided to say.

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2.

Enjolras looked down at the hands clasped in his lap. He’d brought Grantaire to the living room and had sat him down, and could see the fear in his fiancé’s eyes. And it was there rightly so, because the next few words were going to break both of their hearts, and possibly make Grantaire very, very angry at him.

Somehow our characters get into a playful wrestling match. Send me a △ and my character will react to feeling yours has become... excited:

Enjolras couldn’t remember what had started this, but for some reason him and his fiancé were tangled on the living room floor, struggling to beat each other at a silly wrestling match.

Enjolras wasn’t much of a physical fighter- he could if he wanted to but he chose not to- and Grantaire was a boxer, so the artist definitely had a one up on him.

Laughing, the blond was rolled and pushed onto his stomach, Grantaire pinning him down from behind.

And that’s when he felt it.

Right against his backside, there was something not quite right. Something was sticking into him that wouldn’t ordinarily be there. And Enjolras hated himself for shivering and letting his thoughts run wild and letting heat rush to his own groin. Because this shouldn’t turn him on, really.

Oh, but it did.