poemsofsplendor:

“I could do just about anything and make it sexy.”

Jehan wiggled their hips, tipping the hat at Enjolras. They laughed cheerfully.

“I shall let Courfeyrac know if I ever plan on cursing Bossuet’s luck. Hm, refreshments does sound nice. I think it is over there.”

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            Collarbones, he thinks with an
       almost rueful shake of the head.
       It’s nice though, to see Jehan so
       bright, so utterly carefree right now,
       when Enjolras still remembers with
       startling clarity the pale cloud that
       hovered that one gloomy night.

                       "You coming with? Maybe we’ll
                    find Bossuet along the way.“ He 
                    has the mixers they asked for, it’s
                    a potluck and Enjolras has been
                    banned from making food, but he’s
                    curious. ”What did everyone else bring?“