Capital R (lonely_perverse) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-08-23 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gabriel enjolras, character: rene grantaire, thread: complete |
Who: Grantaire and Enjolras
Where: Tent City
When: August 22nd into August 23rd, just before the attack
Rating: TBD
R was drunk. Given the circumstances, he felt justified, but, also given the circumstances, he wasn't nearly as maudlin as he could have been.
Talking was proving difficult (some might argue that wasn't such a tragedy, really) and walking straight was proving to be a problem ("I'm also having a problem being straight," he told himself, making himself laugh so hard he almost threw up). Thankfully, his tent had most everything he'd need, and was missing only one thing.
A thing which tumbled through the flaps of the tent. 'Tumbled' was perhaps a generous word, since Enjolras was probably as off his ass as R was and it was probably more of a fall, but his angel was dignified and perfect in all things, always.
R grinned and stood up, laughing as the world swirled around him and sent him crashing back into his bunk. "Angel," he said, tongue thick in his mouth and words twisting around and around, "you will have to come to me because I am trashed. You are trashed as well, though. We are in trouble, my love. Hold on a moment." He stood up again, holding onto the bed as he did so that the world would remain steady, and then managed to drag himself across the tent and flopped into Enjolras, sending them both crashing to the ground.
"Ow," he said with a grin. "You are not a good landing pad, mon amour."