➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[habitually]

“Deal with it?”

[ He rotates and grabs to squeeze the hand that caught his, a smirk playing at the melancholic expression as though fighting to make itself known. ]

I applaud you for eloquence and passion and that’s the best you’ve got for me?

[seditiously]

[Whatever willpower Enjolras was hoping to impart, it seems to have backfired on him; he turns slightly pink in the ears, but doesn’t let go of Remi’s hand.]

Shut up, I mean it. I’ve been honest with you as soon as I figured out I wanted to kiss you instead of punch you. [ The second part still very much exists but it doesn’t really add to ENJOLRAS’ pint right now.] And I get you have some...baggage or something, and you’re working through that. If you want to tell me at some point, great. But I’m not going anywhere, so you’re just going to have to believe I want to hold your hand, fuck you into that wall behind us, grab coffee with you, all of it, whether you like it or not.

[habitually]

[ It was R’s turn to get rosy skin- in his ears and beneath the fine stubble below his cheekbones. He mouths a response and thanks god for small, dainty tables— then pushes the chair back quietly, stands and leans over, freeing his hand from Enjolras’ just to grab his tie and encourage the damned idiot to meet him a few inches and kiss him square.

R lingers for a moment but loosens his hold and then pulls back. With a smile, a genuine one, he grabs a tart and cuts into it with the same bemused expression. Motioning with his fork, he speaks before he takes a bite. ]

They’re excellent, by the way.