Courfeyrac Doesn't Need Your Stinking Participle (the_centre) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-07 01:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, courfeyrac, enjolras |
Who: Courf and Enj (Sar plays with herself!)
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: UCLA Campus and the Cafe
What: Courfeyrac could use some light, Enjolras could use some centering. Instead, they fall apart at each other.
Warnings: Non graphic discussions of death, angst, PTSD symptoms
Status: Complete (Posting in comments)
Courfeyrac lounged in the hallway outside of Enjolras's political science class, which was almost ending now. Ever since the incident where his friend had gotten himself 'removed' a couple months ago, he'd taken up the habit of keeping watch for his fjriend, pretending that his last class got out later than it did so he could be here if there were any problems. So far, there were not many and it gave him a chance to work on lines. And Enjolras had not yet discovered the secret, so all was actually well.
Apart from the fact that for the last few nights, Courfeyrac had woken in a blind sweat, panting and panicked, with his lips all bloody, and that he knew too well what the dark circles under Enjolras's eyes must mean. That they both had the dreams, they knew about, but things were getting real, and he didn't like it much.