Courfeyrac Doesn't Need Your Stinking Participle (the_centre) wrote in valarnet, @ 2013-02-03 03:06:00 |
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Current mood: | thoughtful |
Entry tags: | courfeyrac, enjolras, grantaire |
[Les Amis]
So, I had another dream last night, this one featuring Marius being...uh... Marius... about some things, and then, a bit later on, there was some sort of time skip montage that I must have missed because it was another meeting of our society, which was named for a pun, we really seem to love puns, no matter where we are, I guess. At any rate, gentlemen, one of our meetings, almost transcribed by me.
Grantaire was having some kind of classical references rant that I'm really not sure what it was about upon waking reflection because I've shied away from most of those, and talking about how we weren't any better than him and how every good thing has a hidden dark side. It was...very Grantaire as far as those things go.
Marius was still new to us or something, and mostly looked...confused. Bossuet tried to shut R up so that he could finish explaining some taxation law thing that I wasn't following at the time. Joly, you were there again playing dominoes and discussing 'Chetta, and getting fashion advice from...I'm not actually positive on this, but I think it may have been 19th century Bahorel, wherever he's gotten to now, Jehan was debating Green and Christian mythology and was the only one defending Olympus because I'm assured that is what poets and Romantic hipster types do, and some of us were talking politics.
'Ferre, you and I were discussing a new charter that was completely ridiculous that I am going to look up the details of later because I'm curious about what I'm going to think of it now, and you were...I suspect you were playing devil's advocate because no one in their right mind could think it was worth much or any good. Especially when it came to taxes as I pointed out, being rather brilliant there for some reason that puzzles me here. Eventually...well, it was winter, Ferre, so I grabbed your copy of this charter and threw it in our fire. But anyone with any sense would have done the same and saw that charter for the lie it really was. I can't even say I'm sorry about what dream me did to dream you, because that piece of work deserved it.
It metamorphosed into flame, as you so succinctly put it, Combeferre, and really, that's exactly where that thing belonged, in flame and then as nothing because it honestly was that bad, and I'm sure I'll feel the same way once I've tracked it down.
At any rate, we all looked happy, Enjolras looked vaguely amused, and we were doing things, so many different things, but were united and had the same sort of purpose in mind. It was like some kind of larger extension, more organized and such than we have now, and we were able to do so much more than we have tried so far.
It made me want for that to be us here. If we stepped up the projects, took more of an active role in local politics and tried to become better read, and if I learn to tie a cravet, maybe we could start?