➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[seditiously]

[ Combeferre and Courfeyrac are in Enjolras' apartment by the time he gets a return text from Remi. It's been a rough hour; he's talked through the date with both of them to figure out where he went wrong, but its segued into his larger future, either with Remi or anyone for that matter.

Part of Enjolras resents it; it's easy for Combeferre and Courfeyrac to critique when they fell into each other's arms in this life, bound by their unique experience and the freedom their prior lives did not allow. Combeferre looks unsurprised when he throws it at them during their critique of him, easily deflecting to refocus on the crux of the issue: can Enjolras share his heart and have a future with a man of this time, without ever telling him of his past? ]

Are you sure you don't want me to bring you over anything? I'm sorry you weren't feeling well, hope you're resting

[habitually]

[ Grantaire swallows another bout of nausea brought on with spinning. The crying isn’t helping. He needs water, but he doesn’t want to get up and make the room move more. His phone buzzes back quickly and his stomach turns at the thought of Enjolras - the man who once told him he was not serious enough. He was a skeptic and a waste and a distraction from the cause— and he cared. About him. Rémi’s love for Alexandre, and Grantaire’s adoration of Enjolras. The same. And it overwhelmed the inconsequential, drunken young man. He didn’t expect it to get this far. What did you expect, R? ]

nah don’t come over and see this. i’m a mess.

[ Rémi covers this face with his hands, trying to block out the thought of Enjolras being shot at on the barricade. He remembers little Gavroche falling. Éponine falling. It was soon after the deaths that he drunk himself into a slumber that only the silence of Enjolras’ last stand could wake him from—

“Long live the Republic!” His sobered eyes look to Enjolras and back to the men with drawn artillery pointing at the figure he revered, and loved with every fiber of his meager soul. “I am one of them!” Rémi sobbed with pain, knowing he could not share this with his lover. Any decent human being would run- and the entrenched lie that was now at the heart of his relationship; it would kill them. Grantaire was going to kill them, this time. He didn’t need bullets for it. ]

I can’t— I can’t do this. I’m not enough. ...And I am too much.

[seditiously]

[ "We're not saying you shouldn't be with him, not at all! You two seem perfect together. But there's only so long this can go on without telling him...Jesus, E, he's actua--

"What we're saying," Combeferre, usually mild and composed, shoots his partner a warning glance, "is that a relationship, no matter how well it's going, can only go on for so long before you need to be fully honest with your partner. We get it's hard to own up to our...situation. Feuilly's still trying to figure out how to broach it with Adrienne. But he'll never understand all of you, know why certain streets haunt you and be able to help you through the nightmares, unless he knows."

"I know!" Enjolras snaps, almost immediately feeling guilty for it. "...I know. But how is he supposed to understand something like that? I don't understand how we're even here, how any of this is real. I...I can't lose him, 'Ferre." ]

Are you sure? I don't want you to have to figure things out yourself if you're feeling sick. It's really not a problem.

[habitually]

[ R smiles in spite of himself, laughing through a pronounced sniffle as he reads the message. His head shakes bemusedly as he taps a reply out. ]

i’m the problem, angel.

[ He groans and makes the “...” immediately reappear on Enjolras’ screen for several seconds as he writes and rewrites his response to try and avoid Enjolras parading in here to try and fix the problem. It comes as two messages back to back. ]

you have a speech to write, sir. i didn’t forget that. i’m just sick and making myself sicker by just being stubborn. i’ll be okay.

i promise i’ll be ok but thank you for worrying.