Enjolras isn't a statue, really (solo_patria) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-25 00:58:00 |
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Current mood: | blah |
Entry tags: | enjolras, feuilly |
Who: Enjolras and Feuilly (Omigod Feuilly I love you, you're the best!)
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: Enj's place
What: Enjolras needs to talk to somebody about what's been going on in his mind and bribed Feuilly with pancakes.
Warnings: This is probably going to turn pretty traumatic at least in terms of relating stuff. Enj has some stuff to exorcise as it relates to trauma, the barricade, etc. Expect that and probably some swearing.
Status: In Progress
Really, it felt kind of stupid that Enjolras wasn't able to hold himself together anymore. He hated the fact that he had finally realized he had to share with someone else what had been going through his head, at least a part of it, since the dreams had started, and especially since he had realized there was no way to effectively use them here.
There was a part of him, a large part, that didn't feel like the Enjolras who belonged to this world anymore, and, slowly, but surely, his life was starting to reflect that pattern. He had to get it with someone, and Feuilly had offered, and would have sensible advice or would at least listen and not think that he was crazy. True, he didn't think Feuilly had had any of the dreams himself but that didn't mean he hadn't seemed to think people were nuts when they'd begun so there was that. And Feuilly was sensible and might actually have some advice for him on how to deal with this.
So, pancakes and discussing this it was. While he waited for his friend to arrive, he stood, contemplating the eyesore of a waistcoat curiously. Why had he seemed to block THIS out but remember everything else as though it had just happened? The idea that it hadn't also was strange and made him feel a whole lot older suddenly, if that wasn't being too cliche here. At least if it was, Feuilly would probably knock it out of him, right?