Okay! I have officially remade! Same url, volatilepoet, but better background. Better layout. Better writing style in my opinion. So um yeah!
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Okay! I have officially remade! Same url, volatilepoet, but better background. Better layout. Better writing style in my opinion. So um yeah!

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So Iâm remaking, but the blogâs not finished so Iâm not giving out the url. But  I will be releasing the new url soon so donât worry friends! I just finally got internet back and wanted to remake.Â
pssst I redownloaded skype so you can hit me up there if you want to talk just ask for my name. I jut donât have a good enough wifi connection to constantly use my laptop to rp sadly :(
"Spit it Out!"
33. âIt hurts when I breathe.â
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âWow, thanks. Youâre supposed to reassure me that yes, I am very smart, and no, Iâm not an idiot. I canât really move at all at the moment. It hurts like hell.â She sighed and shook her head, although he couldnât see her. âI donât think Iâll be doing much of anything for a long while.â
âWell, Iâm not really sure I can tell you that lie.â He grinned against his phone, and then breathed out slowly. âFay.... Iâll be there soon to pick you up. Okay? Then weâll take you to the doctor and they can tell you just how foolish you were, yeah?â
"Spit it Out!"
33. âIt hurts when I breathe.â
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âI was lifting weights, but I dropped the weight on my chest. Now I canât breathe without it hurting.â She moved to rub her chest, and wrinkled her nose. âIâm an idiot.â
âYes, yes you are.â He replied softly, his shoulders untensing just a bit. At least they had a cause and it wasnât a mystery. âCan you move at all without it hurting more?â Jehan shrugged on his jacket, making his way out the door.

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33. âIt hurts when I breathe.â
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âWhat do you mean it hurts hen you breath? Is it an actual pain or a figurative pain?â Jehan asked trying to keep his tone casual. He had not expected that to be the first thing he heard when picking up his phone.
âActual pain,â she said into the phone as she sat. She didnât know why she had decided to call and tell him this, but she had. He didnât sound too worried, which kept her relaxed.
Jehan straighten his shoulders, his eyebrows furrowing inwards from his concern. âWell then, what are you doing? Were doin? Exercise? Cleaning with dangerous chemicals?â He was moving though, standing up and preparing to go find her.
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33. âIt hurts when I breathe.â
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âWhat do you mean it hurts hen you breath? Is it an actual pain or a figurative pain?â Jehan asked trying to keep his tone casual. He had not expected that to be the first thing he heard when picking up his phone.
Lowkey trying to design a new blog if I do decide to switch and thinking maybe a dual muse blog? Cosette and Jehan, open to rp partner who they want to rp with?
send me a âsoulâ and my muse will describe what they think your museâs soul âsoundsâ like
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She walked, cutting across the room, with a masculine, straight-line abruptness, but she had a peculiar grace of motion that was swift, tense and oddly, challengingly feminine.Â
Atlas Shrugged, Page 100
Jehan smiled as he saw the Queenâs Own walking towards him across the floor of the court. It was as though she had an air about her that could part any storm of social unease. He escorted his hand to her, bowing low over her hand. âItâs a joy as ever to see you at these functions.â He murmured to her softly. âTired of talking with the Lord of the West?â
âI am nothing if not generous and benevolent.â he replied with a low bow before grinning up at her and taking her hand. He delighted in seeing the serious members of the court allow themselves a moment relaxation, a smile, a laugh. It was why he usually chose to play songs that had a more happy air to them. Dealing with the affairs of state seemed to way everyone down far too much to be healthy. Â "Why donât I tell you all about my reasons and partners to impress as I sweep you across the dance floor? The nobles are appearing to be very suspicious of us holed up here in this corner as we are.â He replied easily, holding her hand up level with his chest. "If I may, Herald Talia?â
Still giggling, Talia nodded. âAll right then, if you insist. Iâm sure theyâre quite suspicious of what trouble we could possibly be getting into together. â She allowed Jehan to lead her back to the middle of the room where others were dancing.
âI have to warn you, Iâm not very much of a dancer.â She mentioned, using her finger as emphasis. âI have two left feet, and my partners need to have thick shoes to dance with me.â
âMaddening trouble. Trouble to set Valdemar on itâs ear. As though our deepest desire is to cause trouble for our homeland.â Jehan replied with a gay air as he lead her out into the middle of the dancers. Again, he owed, as the custom of the dance entailed, an began the formal steps with her.
He shrugged his shoulders as she spoke of her talent with dancing. âMy feet have suffered worse, and Iâm not much of a dancer either. I never could get a firm grasp of the movement of my feet. The motions of the hands, the guiding of the body, sue. My feet seem to just have a mind of their own.â He grinned at her as they twirled passed the other dancers. âNow, I believe I promised you answers to my research?â
So.... My internet provider decided to stop serving my area without...telling... anyone. SO thatâs why I havenât been on at all because I canât find anyone to start running internet back out here. Hopefully, once I move out to California, I will have more steady internet. Iâd really like to get active again in the rp community. I miss writing.
However, I may completely remake. If I do, Iâll be sure to put up a link.
So so so so so sorry I haven't been on at all recently!! A huge ice storm hit my county and we lost everything for two-three weeks and my house still hasn't regained Internet. I'm doing my best to get back active, but it's super hard
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Stefen shrugged. âIronic, isnât it?â He wasnât going to let this man kill the king alone, and he wasnât going back to his country without the blood of the king on his blade.
All his instincts told him to run and hide, but he didnât know his way around the palace comfortably and he was running out of time. He couldnât kill the figure, that would raise alarm before he would even reach the kingâs chambers. And as the person got closer, Stefen tensed, anxious that the person would notice them.
Giving the other assassin an impish smile, Stefen twisted himself behind various objects, thankful that it was dark enough that the shadows would hide his presence.
"Not quite the term I would use." Jehan replied with a quiet hiss, drawing back into the shadows and trying not to face the other assassin should he get the idea to call him out. He kept his gaze on the wall before him so he wasn't tempted to look around to see if the stranger coming through the hall had left.
When the footsteps had faded away, he moved back towards the door in the hallway. It was one of the ones he knew led to the private chambers of the royal family, but he had never had cause to go in there and knew it would look odd if he waltzed in without a story in place or a clear plan. Which he had had, until he ran into the other assassin.
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Iâ I donât know. It isnât as if Iâm an expert inâ this. But I hope you can be happy here. I hope we can be happy together,â he said carefully, giving him a sincere smile. âI'm meeting my friends again tomorrowâ I think they wanted to give me an escape should I need it. But you should join us.â
Jehan nodded, a shy, weak smile coming to his lips in reply. "I hope so too Enjolras....And...I'd like that, if you don't think they would mind. I enjoyed talking to all of you."

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She walked, cutting across the room, with a masculine, straight-line abruptness, but she had a peculiar grace of motion that was swift, tense and oddly, challengingly feminine.Â
Atlas Shrugged, Page 100
Jehan smiled as he saw the Queenâs Own walking towards him across the floor of the court. It was as though she had an air about her that could part any storm of social unease. He escorted his hand to her, bowing low over her hand. âItâs a joy as ever to see you at these functions.â He murmured to her softly. âTired of talking with the Lord of the West?â
 She chuckled. âI suppose youâre right. Iâm not often around any of the Bardic youngsters.â Really, the only music she was around often was when she played with Dirk, and neither of them were Bards. Talia wasnât very good at making music-she tried once and it ended up terribly, and didnât have enough time. âOh how kind of you Bard Jehan. My meager Bardic gift would be nothing in comparison to yours and Iâm sure Iâd be blown away in the first song.â Her singing was good, but sheâd never be any kind of match for a real Bard.
Talia snorted, entering another fit of giggles. âWhat interesting research, I canât imagine what youâd need to look up about Bard Stefenâs sex life.â Talia was very glad she didnât have to worry about her shielding anymore, ignoring the stares of the court. She could almost feel their judgement on the back of her neck, and part of her believed that there were still a couple court members who still didnât believe she could handle her job despite her years as Queenâs Own. âUnless,â She continued, eyes twinkling playfully. âYou have a lover that you want to impress with lewd stories about our famous Bard.â
"I am nothing if not generous and benevolent." he replied with a low bow before grinning up at her and taking her hand. He delighted in seeing the serious members of the court allow themselves a moment relaxation, a smile, a laugh. It was why he usually chose to play songs that had a more happy air to them. Dealing with the affairs of state seemed to way everyone down far too much to be healthy. Â "Why don't I tell you all about my reasons and partners to impress as I sweep you across the dance floor? The nobles are appearing to be very suspicious of us holed up here in this corner as we are." He replied easily, holding her hand up level with his chest. "If I may, Herald Talia?"
Not so Easy || Courfeyrac x Jehan
 Courfeyrac managed a laugh, the tension starting to ease from his shoulders. âYeah, wellâŚI better not find ten messages all from you telling me how badly Iâve done, or how late my homework is,â he answered with a grin. âBut, umâŚyeah, just message me if you need anything, orâŚwhateverâŚâ
Courfeyrac shuffled awkwardly, his heart racing. The image of them kissing had entered his mind, and now he couldnât stop thinking about it. It was wrong- so wrong- that Jehan was his teacher, yet in the past few hours, Courfeyrac had felt closer to him than he had done to anyone in a really long time. He just wished all of this wasnât so complicated. âSo, uh, yeahâŚIâll see you tomorrowâŚMonsieur ProuvaireâŚâ
Jehan grinned and squeezed Courfeyrac's shoulder. "I will try to keep the responsible teacher within me at bay and not bug you for your work assignments with this new found information." He replied lightly, fighting the strong urge to bend in and kiss the young man's forehead. It felt as though he knew Courfeyrac much better than he truly did, and that was not a safe path to tread at all. he stepped back and out onto the sidewalk.Â
"Good night Courfeyrac, don't stay out too late." He said firmly, raising his hand in farewell before turning sharply on his toe and heading down the sidewalk. It would not do to delay any longer, no matter how much he wished to. No, especially because of how much he wished to.