7/4/12
Thanks for the support of the first drabble I love you guys and hope this lives up to expectations
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Jehan
The next day, they were all gathered in the Musian for another meeting. Jehan sat in his usual seat with Joly and Bossuet next to him. A notebook rested on his knee and a pencil behind his ear. Every few moments, an idea would spontaneously appear and it would be scrawled down on the pad followed by a little pleased smile. Then the cycle would start again. This continued all the way through the meeting until he had a complete poem scrawled on the pages. He jumped to his feet as soon as the last word was written and the pencil returned to its customary spot behind his ear. The giddy young poet practically skipped over to Enjolras. Their leader was one of the only people that actually enjoyed listening to Jehan's poetry apart from Marius.
"Enjy, I got another poem," he chirped bouncing over to the revolutionary's table. Enjolras looked up and smiled slightly at Jehan.
"Let's hear it then," he chuckled. Jehan had never seen Enjolras this happy before and was slightly concerned. What had gotten into their marble leader? It was then he noticed it. That glance to Grantaire. Followed by a little smile and a slight blush spread across the bridge of his nose.
Jehan's grin spread and his whole demeanour lightened even further. "Dieu! You two!" he squealed jumping into a seat next to Enjolras. Both men wore mirrored expressions of caution and confusion. "I can't believe you finally got together, this is so exciting!" he giggled and Enjolras hurriedly shushed him. "You are going to live together, then get married. If you go to Switzerland they are all for gay marriages," he rabbited on leaving Enjolras staring dumbstruck at him and Grantaire chuckling. "And then you can come back and adopt children. Oh Dieu, why don't you adopt Gavroche. He needs a family, please adopt Gavroche!" Jehan pleaded as Enjolras gawped at him. "He's a really good kid," Jehan exclaimed quickly.
"Jehan," Grantaire sighed.
"And he is no trouble, really, he's just free spirited," Jehan insisted, not hearing Grantaire.
"Prouvaire!" Grantaire said firmer this time but Jehan just continued with his monologue.
"You guys'll be fine. You are both spirited as well," he continued giddily.
"Jean Prouvaire please be quiet!" Grantaire shouted.
The poet fell silent looking at Grantaire confused. "I believe you may have scared my boyfriend," he chuckled, still amused by the whole situation. Enjolras was looking shocked at the little poet.
"I am so sorry Enjy, I got a bit carried away," he blushed hugging Enjolras. The bemused statue hugged him back weakly.
"Just keep it a secret for us, alright," Enjolras whispered and Jehan's head nodded so fast Grantaire wondered how he was not sick.
"I promise," he grinned, "this is amazing … I know a person in Switzerland!"
