Well! I am not so unlike Enjolras in form; he is as spoiled as I, though twice as loathe to admit it. He can take care of any number of things, but I do believe without yourself and Combeferre, his own health would turn to something wasted-- you are right.
When I first met Enjolras he was even more prone to losing himself to studies than even now. He was going on two days with little more than baguette and coffee and 2 hours of sleep when Combeferre and I finally tricked him into eating a proper meal and tucking away to bed.
I wish I could say that such occurrences were few and far between, but that seemed to be the norm for him.
[His own smile brightened when he finally heard Jehan laugh. Leaning in, he pressed another kiss to his cheek.]
He very nearly fell asleep as he walked home from class one day.
Well, I am perhaps not the only one who doubts me. But I suppose I have seen Combeferre do a fair number of suspicious things of late to be able to remind myself, with your kind formula.
No! I was misled, in my deep-set childish naiveté.
[He smirked against his neck and shut his eyes again, chuckling.]
But he assured me, recently even, that your maturity very much threatens to grow and overtake his own. His garters were all aflutter with such a fate.
[And he's not usually so indecent, no; but it's Courfeyrac. And even if he's blushing, he's also biting his lip to keep from laughing; and that feels a bit better than the mood of a moment ago.]
Were you in danger of being snatched by him? Fiend. I should do absolute battle for your honour before I would allow it. You'd have to lend me a glove, however, to start the duel. And it would be a duel of paper cuts, I fear-- deadliest of all, cher.
I don't believe I was, but if his garters were so excited over me. I would lend you a glove and a favor to show that I support you, of course. I will kiss all your paper cuts until they've healed, too.
[The kiss makes him twinkle, in addition to that laughing comment, and for a moment after he just stares before giving a light laugh and reaching up to cup Courfeyrac's cheek briefly.
Jehan was far beyond caring about the social norms of affection; such is the plight of a poet!; and caught by a fleeting but powerful sentiment, he said bluntly,]
You, cher, are so precious.
[He did not mean as a little dog might be, or a tea cup. Instead, that his worth as countless.
He had never felt so unsorted, and low, only to be raised so easily by a person as this. Well... a living person. Books and ideas did sometimes hold the same exciting effect.]
Incorrigible, to affect your friend's garters insomuch as you do; but very precious, all the same.
[Courfeyrac could not help but to lean into the hand on his cheek, smile tired but still sincere. At the comment, he snorted out a bit of laughter, finding it positively hilarious for some reason or another.]
I doubt I can remember the last time I was referred to as precious, cher.
[Pointed out in between fits of giggles and punctuated with small kisses.]
[Well, as Jehan was used to being laughed at, and Courfeyrac had prefaced by mentioning that exhaustion made him giggly, he only grinned in response, flattening his nose against his shoulder a little bit, mildly self-conscious of the butterfly kisses and his own wording, but much, much lighter feeling than he had been just a half an hour ago.]
What could you possibly be thanking me for, précieux petit riant oiseau?
[Knowing it was so much more natural than thinking it, no? A lot more to do with sentiment, than logic. He really did know and appreciate Reynaud's worth.
Still, where he might have smiled, he only pressed his nose a little flatter and half-groaned, brow wincing; unsorted by the returned praise.]
I do not think it possible that I can or have kept anyone the more sane, here. You have always had a good head upon your neck, and wisdom lurking behind your prancing words. The legs of a fawn, the manner of speaking of a warbling bird; but the mind of lion, surely?
[Nudging him, again coming close to a smile, before he paused.]
What a creature I am. You make me sound so mythical.
[He pulls away just slightly so he can look at Jehan again, licking his lips in an almost anxious habit. He could say a lot, really, in answer to Jehan's prodding... However, the lack of sleep was taking its toll on him, keeping him from being able to make sense of everything going through his mind. So, instead, Jehan gets the following answer:]
Trusting me enough for all of this, even though you know how I could be in life. Giving me the chance to love you and be here for you.
[Agreed, staring up at him as he made a nervous gesture and growing a little more sombre by that cue, recovering from his slumping posture and beginning to sit up a little on his own, eyeing him.
It... admittedly was still surprising. Whenever Courfeyrac said something that went below skin deep; his own skin. He felt deeply, and thought deeply, Jehan was sure; and he shared warmth profusely, and truly meant those things that he said. But being so geared towards others, Jehan found a disconcerting lack of notice in dealing with himself. He was comfortable with it, and wouldn't press him to be otherwise than comfortable...
But still. In the very few moments there were like this, it was a reviving reminder that sometimes, even Reynaud could be exposed to topics that... well. That Jehan, maybe unfairly, kept from him.]
...Is it not a chance you have given me also? But. How should I say it, Reynaud...
I know that you could never intentionally hurt anyone. So, your intentions are not frightening, to me. I trust them.
[Perhaps he did not (even still) entirely trust his interest to stay steady; but that was not something he could ever blame him or anyone for. Feelings would do as they pleased...
He gave his hand a light squeeze.]
I will not lie and say it is entirely easy. But surely, the most worthy thing I have ever done. And the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.
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Date: 2013-09-25 09:19 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2013-09-25 09:31 pm (UTC)[He smiled, tiredly but reassuringly.]
So you see? If you are childish for such reasons, then so is Enjolras.
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Date: 2013-09-25 09:39 pm (UTC)[He laughed, finally, nose wrinkling.]
Ah, but he is a hearty child, at that.
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Date: 2013-09-25 10:03 pm (UTC)I wish I could say that such occurrences were few and far between, but that seemed to be the norm for him.
[His own smile brightened when he finally heard Jehan laugh. Leaning in, he pressed another kiss to his cheek.]
He very nearly fell asleep as he walked home from class one day.
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Date: 2013-09-25 10:34 pm (UTC)[It earns another laugh.]
That's so nearly a talent! Perhaps he was asleep while he orated to us, at times?
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:05 pm (UTC)[He pulls his forehead away from Jehan's and smiles a bit.]
I will keep plenty of these stories for whenever you doubt yourself.
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:41 pm (UTC)Well, I am perhaps not the only one who doubts me. But I suppose I have seen Combeferre do a fair number of suspicious things of late to be able to remind myself, with your kind formula.
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:52 pm (UTC)[He presses a kiss to his forehead.]
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:59 pm (UTC)[He opened an eye and nudged his nose into his cheek, trying not to laugh.]
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Date: 2013-09-26 12:15 am (UTC)Mature and perfect? I would hate to be such a man.
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Date: 2013-09-26 12:17 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2013-09-26 12:39 am (UTC)[Though with a big laugh, he squeezed Jehan's hand and shook his head.]
In all his maturity, yes. But you assume he does not know this about me already? I am, after all, the least mature with no intention of maturing.
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Date: 2013-09-26 01:44 am (UTC)[He smirked against his neck and shut his eyes again, chuckling.]
But he assured me, recently even, that your maturity very much threatens to grow and overtake his own. His garters were all aflutter with such a fate.
[And he's not usually so indecent, no; but it's Courfeyrac. And even if he's blushing, he's also biting his lip to keep from laughing; and that feels a bit better than the mood of a moment ago.]
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Date: 2013-09-26 02:03 am (UTC)Don't worry, I won't let Combeferre and his afluttered garters snatch me away from you. Even if it means becoming even more immature to ensure it.
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Date: 2013-09-26 02:05 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2013-09-26 03:04 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2013-09-26 06:25 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2013-09-26 01:03 pm (UTC)[He grins and presses a kiss to Jehan's lips.]
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Date: 2013-09-27 06:01 am (UTC)Jehan was far beyond caring about the social norms of affection; such is the plight of a poet!; and caught by a fleeting but powerful sentiment, he said bluntly,]
You, cher, are so precious.
[He did not mean as a little dog might be, or a tea cup. Instead, that his worth as countless.
He had never felt so unsorted, and low, only to be raised so easily by a person as this. Well... a living person. Books and ideas did sometimes hold the same exciting effect.]
Incorrigible, to affect your friend's garters insomuch as you do; but very precious, all the same.
Thank you.
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Date: 2013-09-27 01:22 pm (UTC)I doubt I can remember the last time I was referred to as precious, cher.
[Pointed out in between fits of giggles and punctuated with small kisses.]
You're welcome... Ah... I thank you as well.
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Date: 2013-09-29 04:31 am (UTC)What could you possibly be thanking me for, précieux petit riant oiseau?
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Date: 2013-09-29 05:03 am (UTC)[Because he really did consider it a compliment. Even as strangely it had been phrased, he knew just how Jehan had meant it.]
For giving me this chance and being what keeps me sane on this ship.
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Date: 2013-09-29 05:21 am (UTC)[Knowing it was so much more natural than thinking it, no? A lot more to do with sentiment, than logic. He really did know and appreciate Reynaud's worth.
Still, where he might have smiled, he only pressed his nose a little flatter and half-groaned, brow wincing; unsorted by the returned praise.]
I do not think it possible that I can or have kept anyone the more sane, here. You have always had a good head upon your neck, and wisdom lurking behind your prancing words. The legs of a fawn, the manner of speaking of a warbling bird; but the mind of lion, surely?
[Nudging him, again coming close to a smile, before he paused.]
Giving you what chance, cher?
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Date: 2013-09-29 05:33 am (UTC)[He pulls away just slightly so he can look at Jehan again, licking his lips in an almost anxious habit. He could say a lot, really, in answer to Jehan's prodding... However, the lack of sleep was taking its toll on him, keeping him from being able to make sense of everything going through his mind. So, instead, Jehan gets the following answer:]
Trusting me enough for all of this, even though you know how I could be in life. Giving me the chance to love you and be here for you.
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Date: 2013-09-29 05:53 am (UTC)[Agreed, staring up at him as he made a nervous gesture and growing a little more sombre by that cue, recovering from his slumping posture and beginning to sit up a little on his own, eyeing him.
It... admittedly was still surprising. Whenever Courfeyrac said something that went below skin deep; his own skin. He felt deeply, and thought deeply, Jehan was sure; and he shared warmth profusely, and truly meant those things that he said. But being so geared towards others, Jehan found a disconcerting lack of notice in dealing with himself. He was comfortable with it, and wouldn't press him to be otherwise than comfortable...
But still. In the very few moments there were like this, it was a reviving reminder that sometimes, even Reynaud could be exposed to topics that... well. That Jehan, maybe unfairly, kept from him.]
...Is it not a chance you have given me also? But. How should I say it, Reynaud...
I know that you could never intentionally hurt anyone. So, your intentions are not frightening, to me. I trust them.
[Perhaps he did not (even still) entirely trust his interest to stay steady; but that was not something he could ever blame him or anyone for. Feelings would do as they pleased...
He gave his hand a light squeeze.]
I will not lie and say it is entirely easy. But surely, the most worthy thing I have ever done. And the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.
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