➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[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.