Enjolras (barricadeboy) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-11-03 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, bill denbrough, dan foster, eddie kasprak, richie tozier, ~enjolras |
Who? Enjolras & Open
Where? Food court - Bucky's section.
When? Sunday evening
What? Getting to know youuuu...
Open? Yes
Maybe it was not entirely normal that a man would arrive in a place so far from his comfort zone, and immediately after an event of incredibly intense trauma, only to attach himself to yet another foolhardy cause at the first possible opportunity. But Enjolras was trying not to think too much about why that was - all he knew was that it felt like something he needed to do. He had to keep fighting, and since his own fight was nearly 200 years in the past, it made some sort of sense that he would have to find another. Plus, Monsieur Denbrough had said this Thing killed children. That was all he'd had to say, really.
He'd also said that the clown struggled with love. Enjolras hoped, rather than assumed, that this would be true of any small kind of love. He was sure that he could find something to love about his comrades in a short space of time, and if nothing else, it would give him something to cling to instead of fear.
It would also go a long way to distract him from thoughts of whatever had become of Grantaire in the following minutes, seconds...
Or so he thought. He was now standing at one end of the food court - the section Neville had pointed out as belonging to someone called 'Bucky' - examining a selection of images on the wall. Some sketches, some what he had come to learn were called 'photographs'... Bryn had been absolutely correct about the acceptance of same sex marriage, as far as the images made out. That thought alone should have made him less embarrassed about his candy-fuelled radio outburst, but for some reason he just felt sick. Confused. Entirely focused on the wrong thing, God, he was as bad as Marius. Get your head screwed onto clown-killing, not whatever sentimental bullshit this was.
He hoped someone would actually turn up, or he was going to drive himself insane, listening to the voice of a probably-dead-man inside his own head. Je crois en toi.