kjack89: deboracabral: It’s Sunday, post your vile Bossuet/Enjolras agenda No, listen, not eve
kjack89:deboracabral:It’s Sunday, post your vile Bossuet/Enjolras agendaNo, listen, not everyone is Grantaire, but everyone has had a moment of looking at Enjolras and going “oh shit”. This was Bossuet’s.“I’m afraid I’ve been unfaithful.”Joly gave Bossuet a sideways glance as the pair made their way from the Musain to their apartment. “Unfaithful?” he repeated, more amused than concerned. “My dear friend, I was unaware we had made such a covenant as that.”Bossuet sighed, unusually morose, with Joly’s light joke not having much effect on lifting his spirits. “Perhaps not, but…” He trailed off and sighed again. “But there was a moment tonight, such a moment, and it’s caused me to reconsider my feelings, if only just temporarily.”“Dare I ask?” Joly said, quirking an eyebrow as they walked along.“I suppose you must.” Bossuet shook his head. “There was a moment, this evening, when I was making a joke — a pun, really, you know the type I like—”“Do I ever,” Joly murmured fondly.“—And there was this…this snort.” Bossuet said the word snort as if it were the sweetest word he’d ever heard, as if the sound that had captured his ears had also captured his heart, and Joly’s grip on Bossuet’s arm tightened, just for a moment. “And then,” Bossuet carried on, “I looked over and who should be chuckling at my pun but Enjolras.”He practically swooned when he said the name and every line in Joly’s body relaxed, a smile fighting at the corners of his mouth. “Ah,” he said knowingly, nodding slightly. “Ah, yes, I see.”Bossuet scowled at him. “See what?” he demanded. “Do you not understand—”“Oh, but I do,” Joly assured him. “I really do.” He patted Bossuet’s arm, his expression turning distant. “It was the past spring, and there was such a chill in the air. I was certain I was coming down with something, and I was fretting something awful.”Bossuet nodded. “As you should,” he told him comfortingly. “I know your constitution is frail in the spring.”Joly smiled at him. “Indeed,” he said. “In any case, I was coughing and feeling just dreadful and Jehan kept telling me about some awful remedy he’d read of involving the worst sort of ingredients and Enjolras interrupted him and asked if it would help if he felt my forehead to see if I was warm.”His tone was unspeakably fond and Bossuet frowned slightly. “And were you?”Joly waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t remember. But what I do remember is this: that was my moment.”“Your moment?”“When I looked at Enjolras and I just — I knew.”Joly’s words were simple but Bossuet still nodded slowly, understanding dawning across his face. “Do you think all have such a moment?” he asked, and Joly squeezed his arm again.“I’d imagine so,” he said thoughtfully. “Enjolras is just…well, Enjolras.”“Had you said that even an hour past and I would have not known of what you spoke, but now…” Bossuet shook his head. “Now I fully understand, though I wish I didn’t.” He gave Joly a worried look. “Do you suspect it will pass?”Joly shrugged. “Who can say?’ he said. “For me it did, for others…”He trailed off and Bossuet blanched. “Promise me this at least,” he pleaded, “if ever I speak of him the way that Grantaire does—”“Mon ami, if ever it came to that, I cannot promise that I would be the first in line to put you out of your misery, but I can promise that the line would be long indeed,” Joly said with a laugh. “We can only handle one Grantaire.”Bossuet laughed as well. “Fair enough,” he said, before asking, “Do you think Enjolras knows what effect he has?”Joly shrugged. “Let us hope not,” he said, “lest he try to charm the entire population of France toward Revolution.”“You never know,” Bossuet said thoughtfully. “It just might work.” -- source link
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