Jehan
There he sits, day-by-day; forever scribbling some ode to his latest goddess never realizing that the deities he writes these poems for are ordinary women clothed in his fantasies. Not even Grantaire's mocking can hurt him, so wrapped is he in another world. He withdraws after the comment an injured expression on his face and goes to his flute for solace. Playing can nearly always cheer him. He adores Marcelin. I envy him sometimes; it would be nice to believe every word Marcelin speaks, like Jehan in his faerieland. It's hard to foresee your death and that of your friends.
I apologize for the OOCness in my previous version of this. It is my lesson not to write when you are mixing Enjolras with characters from other books (In this case it was several and from sci-fi-ish tales as well). Thank you for the frank reminder to keep my hybrids inside my head. Hopefully this is somewhat better.
Shucran jazeelan.
Verity
There he sits, day-by-day; forever scribbling some ode to his latest goddess never realizing that the deities he writes these poems for are ordinary women clothed in his fantasies. Not even Grantaire's mocking can hurt him, so wrapped is he in another world. He withdraws after the comment an injured expression on his face and goes to his flute for solace. Playing can nearly always cheer him. He adores Marcelin. I envy him sometimes; it would be nice to believe every word Marcelin speaks, like Jehan in his faerieland. It's hard to foresee your death and that of your friends.
I apologize for the OOCness in my previous version of this. It is my lesson not to write when you are mixing Enjolras with characters from other books (In this case it was several and from sci-fi-ish tales as well). Thank you for the frank reminder to keep my hybrids inside my head. Hopefully this is somewhat better.
Shucran jazeelan.
Verity