➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[seditiously]

How is it a bad--mmph!

[ Whatever ready counterargument Enjolras had, it's temporarily muffled by Grantaire's lips on his, soft and slightly chapped. He closes his eyes to soak in the feeling, pushing forward to give the kiss a little more urgency, and utters a short whine when they break apart. ]

That's fine; apparently, neither am I if Courfeyrac and Combeferre are any judges. I'm horrible with picking up too, that's why mother insists on having a maid service come biweekly. But the rest of it is already paid for, from my grandfather in my name. Whatever isn't the paralegal work covers anyway. So yes, you can, I can, and I am.

[ He quirks an eyebrow, feeling a little cheeky. ]

I thought that was my "niche".

[habitually]

It is. But— A maid? Really? Fuck.

[ He pushes a hand through his own hair, scratching his scruffy chin as he contemplates and looks at the other man. His abysmal housekeeping argument isn’t much now. Stupid, handsome, rich man who he loves— ]

Okay. I... Yeah. I hate this place. Hated it since Céline moved out. But I’ll leave when you get sick of me; just let me know.

[seditiously]

Yeah, there was this one time she visited during midterms and--actually it doesn't matter, don't worry about it.

[ Enjolras blinks twice as he registers Grantaire's consent, not really expecting to get it with so little argument. ]

Oh. Great. Who's Celine...? And I doubt that will happen. We've made it through all this, after all. I think I can still handle your sarcasm in an enclosed space.

[habitually]

Roommate. Éponine’s friend. She moved abroad for a girl. I... can’t afford rent without her and this place sucked but I took what I could afford.

[ He steps into the breathing space his partner and looks up at him, fingers touching his sides. ]

But this close?

[seditiously]

And you were planning on telling me no?

[ Enjolras straightens as Grantaire enters his space, feeling a little warm under the collar. He slips his hands to rest on Grantaire's waist, meeting his eyes. ]

Yeah, I think I could do this close.

[habitually]

Ugh, you call my bluffs now. No fun.

[ Kissing him, he smirks and kisses his jaw before pulling back. ]

Can we go to that Vietnamese place now? I’ll eat your bean sprouts while I size you up.

[seditiously]

[He smiles into the kiss, double-checking his pocket for his metro pass as he waits for Grantaire to grab his coat and whatever else he needs for tonight, the next week, forever, etc. ]

That sounds great. I can help you draft the severance letter later, not sure if you're month to month or not? But we can talk over dinner. After all, we've got time.