poemsofsplendor:

Perhaps they feel too much. When they feel happy, they feel far too happy, almost obnoxiously so. When they are sad, they feel depressed, they feel as if there is no way out.

But perhaps, right now, it is good that they are feeling happy.

“I shall gladly come with,” Jehan said cheerfully, smiling at Enjolras. They led the way towards the food. “Oh, I made a fruit salad. Figured something fresh would be nice.”

They grinned. “And a bag of chocolate bars.”

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               There’s something  s h a m e l e s s–
           proud about the wear Jehan’s heart pins
           to their sleeve like a badge of honour, of 
           a courage that need not be voiced out. 
           He finds himself respecting them more.

              Following along behind him, he gives a
           small wave, a smile and nod to familiar
           faces but the costume masks don’t make
           it easy. In the end, he just focuses on the
           other’s back. At the mention of his favorite,
           Enjolras brightens. “What kind? The choc-
           alate?” A pause. He doesn’t pull a face,
           but there’s a dawning horror at seemingly
           offending them. “The salad too, of course.”

                                         " ｓａｌａｄ＇ｓ  ｇｒｅａｔ.“